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fool for you ~ jjk | 2

Jungkook won't give up until you say yes.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 4.0k | ✨ rating: mature ✨ genre/au: fluff, angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, alcohol consumption, peer pressure, reader gets drunk (pls drink responsibly), mentions of (sex, fingering, cheating, throwing up), smol kisses ✨ a/n: sooo it looks like this will be a five-part mini-series lol, and then istg this will be the last series i post on here. pls don't let this flop lol

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During Spring Break, all you could think about was Jeon Jungkook and how you had left him high and dry. What a lovely way to make an impression on him. You lie to him first, then practically ghost him. Lyla foolishly gave him your phone number, and he texted you a few times, but you never responded. You had no idea what to message back. The entire plan was done on the spur of the moment and never intended to become anything.

You would not do it again if you had the opportunity. You would have told Lyla she was insane and that you would be a hermit crab who would never come out of her shell. You couldn't figure out what made you think you had a chance with Jeon Jungkook. And kissing him in front of Lee Jieun, Captain of the cheer squad...maybe you should drop out of school and join the circus because you're a clown.

"What are you gonna do about Jungkook?" Lyla inquired as she packed the car, shifting bags around to make room for her belongings.

"Nothing," you casually stated. There was nothing that could be done about it. You went out on a limb because your best friend told you to, but Jungkook wasn't ready for a relationship, and you were certain he was still recovering from Jieun.

"You obviously piqued Jungkook's attention. Why don't you follow it and see where it leads?" Lyla is the optimist. You adored her, and she was always on your side.

See where it leads? You wouldn't claim to be on Jungkook's level, let alone his ideal type. You laughed at the thought. Your crush was just a crush - and you may have fantasized about him more than you should have or thought about him on lonely nights in the dorm room - but Jeon Jungkook being remotely interested in you? Only in your dreams.

"I truly think you've seen too many rom-coms, Ly, and enough about me. How about you, Namjoon? You've been texting him non-stop throughout the break. So much for friends with benefits.” You made fun of your best friend. Several times during the trip, you caught her smiling at her phone.

"Err-ugh-I might be in love with him," she admitted, burying her face in her hands.

In love? You've known Lyla for three years, and she's never said she loved anyone.

"Lyla? In love? Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?" You teased her, pointing up and down. "I don't know this girl right here."

"Shut up, please. I'm unsure what will happen with Namjoon and me, but please stop! You're trying to avoid addressing Jungkook." Lyla came to a halt while maneuvering around the bags in the trunk and turned to face you. "Look, babe, you're a catch, and I know what you're thinking - that you're not good enough for him, which is a complete lie, by the way."

You hate to admit it, but Lyla hit the nail on the head, and it was exactly what you were thinking.

She captured your hand in hers. "You are beautiful, intelligent, funny, and a little nerdy. The list goes on, and if Jungkook doesn't see that in you, I'll be the first to tell you he's the biggest idiot alive, "Lyla said as she rubbed the back of your hand. "Don't downplay yourself, babe."

If there was someone you could always count on, it was Lyla.

But you were certain that when you returned to campus, you'd hear that Jungkook had a new girlfriend on his arm. Someone with his looks couldn't possibly go a week without hooking up with someone.

Back from break, the campus was swarming with students, and your only goal was to avoid Jeon Jungkook at all costs. Nobody could tell who you were because of the cap and dark sunglasses. Right?

When you walked into your hall's lobby, Jungkook sat on the couch, drumming the armrest as he looked around. You muttered a curse under your breath, covering your face with your hand as you turned the corner.

Even though Jungkook couldn't see you because of your disguise, he did see Lyla and Namjoon. He called out to them as he ran to catch up, but you had already dashed into your dorm room and shut the door behind you.

What could Jeon Jungkook possibly want? You knew you'd have to face him eventually; you'd prefer not to, but who were you kidding?

There was a knock on your door not five minutes later. You sighed, your shoulders slumped. It couldn't be anyone else because Lyla would have opened the door with her key. You closed your eyes and centered yourself with your hand on the knob before facing Jeon Jungkook. You've got it.

The one person you were hoping to avoid for the rest of your college career appeared right before you. Your lips thinned into a hesitant smile as you greeted Jungkook. Never in a million years would you expect him to pay you a visit outside your dorm. "Can I help you?"

He snickered at your sass. "Giving me the cold shoulder already? Didn't you ask me to hold your hand and kiss me just last week?" Jungkook sported a shit-eating grin on his face. "Can I come in?"

You let him in while holding the door open, removing your dreadful disguise and readjusting stray hairs. You quickly glanced at Jungkook, noticing him in one of his favorite outfits: a large black tee, gray sweatpants, and those stupid clear glasses you adored. Really though? And then there was his hair—his stupid hair, which was soft and fluffy. As if you hadn't already been through enough. You swear to God he was taking advantage of your crush on him, practically making you squirm whenever he was around.

Jungkook entered, leaning against Lyla's desk, his hands in his pockets. He licked his lips and tilted his head, watching as you sat on your bed.

"What?" You glared at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

He chuckled, finding your adorableness endearing. "How am I looking at you?"

Like you're about to eat me, you thought. "I—I don't know—just stop," you warned, making him laugh again. "What can I do for you?"

He was hoping you'd say yes to his question, but he had a feeling it would be harder to convince you otherwise. "Be my fake girlfriend."

That was brief and to the point. "Are you asking or demanding?" you asked, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms at him. Jungkook was bold, that's for sure.

"Both," he said, making you roll your eyes at him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because…" he trailed off, stepping closer towards you. "You owe me."

"Owe you for what exactly?" You challenged his demand.

"Well, for starters, I did hold your hand when you asked me even though you lied about having an ex," Jungkook stated.

You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass and it bit you hard. "That was completely innocent and harmless. It didn't hurt anyone."

"Come on, please? I'm tired of girls hounding me," he whined, stomping his feet.

"You could just say no to them," you suggested before standing up and walking over to your desk, where you began straightening the book stack. You would never agree to this. Fake girlfriend? Fake relationship? What would you gain from it?

"Yeah, but it would be easier if you just pretended to be my girlfriend, then it'd be a given, and all the hyenas would stay away from me."

You laughed as he compared the girls outside his dorm to hyenas. You came to a halt and turned around to face him. "Look, Jungkook, I'm flattered that you've come to me for help, but you've asked the wrong person. I'm sorry."

A few days went by without a word from Jungkook. Maybe he found another fake girlfriend, but he wasn't joking when girls constantly surrounded him, desperate for his attention. You'd see him walking around campus with girls hounding him, fearless in their pursuit of his next girlfriend. You can only imagine how exhausting it must be to have a swarm of hungry hyenas circling Jungkook.

Did you feel for Jungkook? Yes, but he was a big boy. He can handle it, and he doesn't need your help.

Just when you thought you'd heard the last of Jungkook. You were sorely mistaken. Every day, something new awaited you outside your dorm room.

Chocolates, flowers, balloons–all attached with a note, "Will you be my fake girlfriend?"

You didn't expect Jungkook to be so persistent with this. Was the crowd of girls outside his room really that bad? Regardless, you did not respond to his question, but you did accept all of the gifts. You weren't going to throw those away.

But you were overwhelmed and wanted to put an end to it. You marched up to Jungkook's dorm, knocked furiously, and when he didn't answer, you tried again. You sighed, irritated that he wasn't responding. "Ugh!" You sighed as you turned around to see a half-naked Jungkook. Water beads dripped from his dark curls onto his chest, down to his abs, and his white towel hung low on his hips, exposing his v-line.

"Fancy seeing you here," Jungkook smirked. He wasn't expecting you outside his room, looking all pissed off, which he found sexy.

"Can—can we talk?" you asked, your gaze averted from this half-naked man. You had often imagined what his body would look like, but it was even better than you had imagined.

Jungkook approached you and opened the door, leaving it ajar for you to enter. For a moment, you wondered if this was the right time to talk; perhaps you should catch him at a different time, but this conversation with him was necessary.

You entered his room and stood awkwardly in the middle of it. "Um," you said, clearing your throat and turning away from him, "could you—put on a shirt or something?" It hurt you to ask that of him. It was distracting you from your thoughts.

He chuckled, amused by how flustered you were. But he finally did as you asked, walking over to his dresser, pulling out an oversized shirt, and slipping it on. He sat on his bed with his legs spread and a towel that left little to the imagination.

"So, what's up–"

"Please stop sending me gifts," you said quickly, not even giving him a chance to respond.

"You don't like them?" He perked up, disappointed that his romantic gestures had failed to impress you.

That was the problem, you did like them, found them sweet and cute, but you didn't like their intention. "You're wasting your time."

He held his head, "I'm not giving up until you say yes."

"If you work this hard for a fake girlfriend, I wonder how hard you work to get a real one," you wondered, batting your eyes at the very sexy, unrelenting man.

Jungkook laughed. He was irritated by your remark. "FYI. I'm a great boyfriend who would treat you well."

"You mean you'd make a good pretend boyfriend?" That's what you were afraid of if you agreed to fake dating. It would only harm you in the long run, and only Jungkook would benefit from it. "Why me? There are a lot of girls who would love to be your fake girlfriend."

He shrugged. "Because—you're different. You're not like other girls."

You mulled over his answer. "Jungkook, we barely know each other. How do you know that?"

How did he know that you're different? To be honest, you were most likely like the others. Waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him - the funny thing was, he was giving you exactly that - an opportunity to get what you wanted finally. Even so, you were embarrassed that he was asking this of you. Perhaps he felt sorry for your pathetic attempt to get his attention.

Jungkook shifted his position on the bed. "I don't know…I just do. I just have a feeling about you, that's all."

"And…what will I get out of this?" You finally asked the question at the forefront of your mind.

Jungkook pushed himself off the bed, stepping closer to you, making your heart skip a beat and filling your nose with the cotton scent from his body wash. Fuck. He looked great after a shower, and you had to tell yourself to calm down. It's just Jeon Jungkook - a boy, but a cute, hot, and sexy boy. All the girls on campus could only wish to be in your shoes right now.

He gently lifted your chin with his finger, his gaze focusing on the details of your face. This is the closest he's come to you since the kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, his lips slightly parted.

The answer was simple. You wanted Jungkook. You desired his lips and hands on you. You expected him to scream his name, throw you on the bed, and possibly fuck you against the wall. Perhaps you should finger you in the library under the table while others study quietly. Making you writhe and whimper under his touch - the endless fantasies running through your head for miles.

But that's all they were: fantasies.

So you suppressed the reveries that lingered in your mind, which you could never speak of, and said what was on your mind at the time. "A friend," you said, taking a step back from his touch. Who knows what would have happened if you had stayed too close to him?

Jungkook knitted his brows in perplexity, a chuckle escaping his lips. "A friend? That's it? Nothing more?" Your response surprised him, confirming that you were not like the other girls waiting outside his door.

"Why? What were you expecting me to say?"

"You sure you don't want anything else?"

Ah—jeez. Jeon Jungkook was unrelenting. You were aware of what he was implying but refused to give in. Everything does not have to be sexual; relationships are more than just sex.

"Do you want something else?" With a deadpan expression, you cocked your brow. He'd have to say it if he wanted it.

He gave you a half-smile and licked his teeth before responding, "Nope. Just thought I'd ask."

"If I agree to this fake girlfriend thing, here are my ground rules: you may hold my hand, give me hugs and kisses—but only on my cheek—and if the situation calls for it, I will initiate a kiss."

Jungkook grinned at your rules. At the very least, you knew what you wanted, he reasoned. "'Kay," he said, shrugging. He thought it would be simple. "We're going to spend a lot of time together now that you've agreed to this, right? You'll have to come to my parties and other events."

You let out a sigh. You almost forgot about the parties. "That's fine, but keep in mind that I drink, but I'm not going to get shitfaced at these events. And remember that because you agreed to be my friend, you'll have to do things I want to do as well."

"I'm game for anything, princess–"

"Okay–I'm gonna stop you right there," you held up your hand. "Another rule–don't call me pet names like that."

"What should I call you then?"

"Babe, baby–I'm fine with those," you firmly stated with no remorse whatsoever.

Jungkook giggled, thinking how cute you were. "I'm game for anything, baby–" You knew what he was alluding to, but you weren't going to fake date just to sleep with him. He brought his hand up to his mouth, hiding a smile. "Should we seal this deal with a kiss?" He asked, jokingly, of course.

You rolled your eyes. "Already breaking the rules, Jeon?"

"Ready?" Jungkook asked, holding his hand for yours was reminiscent of when you used your pick-up line on him. You nodded, your hand entwined in his large, warm ones.

The crowd was chaotic when he opened the door, with people playing drinking games, dancing, and couples making out here and there. Jungkook clutched your hand tightly as he led you through the crowd, glancing back every now and then to see if you were okay, and you reassured him with a soft smile.

The first stop was the kitchen to get something to drink. Lyla was sitting on Namjoon's lap, whispering, laughing, and kissing each other. She jumped when she saw you and Jungkook walking towards them. Lyla said something to Namjoon before permitting Jungkook to greet his friend.

"Don't stray too far away now," Jungkook joked after Lyla separated your and Jungkook's hands.

"I'll bring your girl back to you, don't worry," Lyla smirked.

His girl? You scoffed at your best friend, and she was fucking loving this so much.

"You guys are so fucking cute together—I can't believe this is finally happening," Lyla exclaimed as she drew you into a corner.

"It's all a sham, Ly. Don't get too worked up,” you muttered. It took every fiber of your being to suppress romantic feelings for him, and remember that this was all for show. You set yourself up to avoid getting hurt, but who are you kidding?

Lyla waved you off. "Mmhm. Sooner or later, he'll recognize you're the real deal. It's only a matter of time."

Across the room, your gaze met Jungkook's. His gaze softened, and he smiled before being interrupted by two girls vying for his attention.

"Go get your man before someone else," Lyla advised when she noticed what was diverting your attention away from her.

"Here we go," you mumbled as you returned to Jungkook. You caught him off guard by slipping your arms around his shoulders, pulling his back against your chest, whispering "hi," and kissing him on the cheek.

The two girls immediately gave you a twisted expression before fleeing. "You're good at this," Jungkook chuckled as he peered up.

You raised both brows at him, then he whirled you around from behind, forcing you to sit on your lap, gripping your waist as he drew you into his frame. And he couldn't stop himself from kissing your neck.

"Someone was watching us," he lied.

Whatever, you thought, at least he was playing by your rules.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice chimed in from behind.

You and Jungkook both turned to see Jieun, his ex-girlfriend, staring at this new, unexpected development. You weren't on the same level as Jieun - you weren't in the popular circles, and you didn't have guys fawning over you. But your presence on Jungkook's lap certainly drew her attention.

"Over me already, Kook?" Jieun pouted along with puppy eyes.

Jungkook remained silent. Instead, he patted your leg and motioned for you to stand up. He didn't want to deal with Jieun and was only here to have a good time, not to be stalked by his ex.

"Aw, come on. Have a drink with me," Jieun mocked, aiming it at you. She stood there, waiting for an answer, and she wasn't about to let you two go so easily.

"Leave her alone, Jieun. She doesn't want to drink," Jungkook argued, his gaze darting to yours, looking for a cue from you to leave if you were uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? Can't hold your liquor?" She mocked you once more.

"No, unlike you, I want to remember the next day." You were referring to her debacle with Jungkook with Jimin. The entire school had heard about what had happened between her and Jimin by this point.

Jieun clenched her fist and clicked her tongue. "Come on, one drink won't hurt anyone," she sighed.

"Baby–you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Jungkook muttered.

Jieun's eyes perked up when she heard Jungkook call you by a pet name she was so used to.

You chewed on the bottom of your lip, debating on your answer. "One drink."

"Atta girl," Jieun clapped excitedly.

You were feeling woozy after seven shots. The room began to spin a little. Normally, you'd limit yourself to two drinks, but you wanted to prove to Jieun that you weren't a coward.

She persevered in enabling you to take one more shot. She was about to hand over the glass when Jungkook grabbed it and knocked it back.

"Hey—" you pouted, mumbling something incoherently under your breath, "that was mine." You attempted to grab Jungkook's glass but completely missed, almost stumbling, but Jungkook caught you in time.

"I think you've had enough. Come on, baby–let's get you to bed."

"Kook–I'm not done with her yet," Jieun threatened. She didn't like Jungkook coming to your rescue.

Jungkook looked over at you in his arms, all smiley and giggly. "We're leaving," he warned, slinging your arm over his shoulders and forcing you to lean on him.

"My legs are all wobbly," you said, slurring your words.

He let you go abruptly, crouching in front of you and motioning for you to climb onto his back, which you did without hesitation. He hooked under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck.

The heat from his body was making your skin burn, but you still wanted to be close to him. So you leaned in and nuzzled into the nape of his neck. Jungkook laughed at how sleepy and adorable you were. "Why'd you do it?"

Without opening your eyes, you replied, "Do what?"

"Let her get to you?"

"I don't know," you grumbled, snuggling closer to Jungkook. "I just didn't like how she looked at us."

Jungkook furrowed his brows. "How did she look at us?" He asked, pausing to re-lift you to keep you from slipping.

"Like we shouldn't be together."

Jieun, on the other hand, had every reason to believe so. Jungkook and you? To say the least, it was an unusual pairing. You two couldn't be more different, on opposite ends of a spectrum, which is probably why Jieun was staring at you all funny.

"Forget about her. She's not worth your time."

"She's not worth yours either," you retorted. "You deserve better than her."

Jungkook scrunched his nose, revealing a bunny smile. "Okay–we're almost to your room. You have your key?"

"Mmhm, it's in my back pocket."

The desire to throw up was strong, and you swallowed the acid in your throat as best you could, afraid of puking all over Jungkook's back. To avoid Jeon Jungkook, you'd have to consider relocating to Antarctica.

After walking across campus, you were relieved to see the door to your room. Jungkook gently pushed you to your feet as he waited for you to open the door, but the alcohol hadn't worn off yet. He inserted the key into the slot, which opened it.

Your fairy lights lit up the room just enough for you to stumble onto your bed. All that mattered was your fluffy pillow and duvet, not taking off your makeup or changing into something comfortable. You crept beneath, ready to drift off to sleep.

Jungkook watched as you kicked off your shoes, and unhooked your bra from beneath your top, flinging it at his feet. "Don't you think we're moving too fast, fake girlfriend?" He teased you by picking up your underwear and draping it over your desk chair.

"Mm, moving too fast? We already kissed. What else do you want from me?" You grumbled, nuzzling deeper into your pillow, your makeup starting to smudge - in which you'd hate yourself for later.

Jungkook looked around for a garbage can in case you threw up in the middle of the night. Then he searched your bathroom for aspirin and a glass of water to keep by your bed. He sat beside you, sinking into the mattress, peering and softly chuckling at the girl who had gotten drunk to spite his ex - he'd never had a girl do that before. He gently caressed your warm, flushed cheek as he tucked a stray piece of hair away from your face.

"G'night," he whispered before reaching down and placing a kiss on your cheek.

✨ next ~ part three

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mur-art · 1 year

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pls talk to me more about calivada's dynamic <3

You know I can talk about my interpretation of Calivada all day; don't tempt me

tl;dr It's complicated. They're alcohol-fueled "friends" with benefits but it's kind of one-sided on California's end with him somewhat taking advantage of Nevada and disregarding his serious feelings.

Let me be clear, this is not a particularly healthy relationship (but we're talking about everyone's favorite shitshow, California, here so no surprise) On their good days, they're a chaotic team, working together to be extremely bad influences on each other and everyone else. On their bad days, they are the queens of extremely petty, catty drama and have to make their issues everyone else's problem.

This is my playlist for them.

LONG nsfw-ish rambling under the cut:

I see their relationship going back a long time and it's been complicated since the beginning. My personal HC is that California was a strong influence on Nevada when he was younger. During Nevada's silver boom, most of the first miners to settle in the area were from California. So California, who at this time was extremely jaded and reckless, came blazing into Nevada's life like a supernova.

Almost instantly, their relationship was based on doing a lot of stupid shit together. In those early days, they consumed more alcohol than is humanly possible and some other hard drugs that they refuse to talk about. There were dumb decisions made. Nevada has lots of blackmail material from those days, which gives him leverage in the relationship when he gets mad at California.

Their relationship these days is still based on doing dumb shit together. Nevada can bring out Cali's fun, reckless side. He can make Cali loosen up like no one else can. When they're driving 100 mph through the desert together singing to every song that comes on at the top of their lungs he can almost forget that California is an annoying shithead. And California looks so beautiful waking up next to him with glitter on his face in the morning after a crazy night.

But very few of Nevada's relationships are equal partnerships, and Calivada is no exception. California takes advantage of him to an extent. He treats Nevada like a "fun" time fling and rarely gives him the opportunity to talk about his feelings in any meaningful way. He expects Nevada to be there for him to dump all of his problems onto, but never returns the favor.

Nevada resents California a bit for some things that happened in their history. He sees Cali as kind of a rich, spoiled kid who got everything handed to him in life (whether that perception is true or not is beside the point). Meanwhile, Nevada had to struggle a lot. The silver boom turned to bust and unlike California's gold rush, there was no lasting wealth for him. By the early 1900s, Nevada's nickname was "Beautiful Desert of Buried Hopes" because the boom towns had turned to ghost towns and things looked bleak. Add in the trauma he faced during the Cold War with nuclear testing (something that Gov would never dare do to his "precious" California, he notes frequently) and generally feeling like he doesn't have control of his own destiny.

And yet, California never seems to care about any of that, nor even thinks to ask. To him, Nevada is there for a fun one night stand or weekend fling. The less Nevada talks about his deep feelings and serious matters, the better. But of course, California gets sloppy drunk and talks about all of his, expecting Nevada to listen and validate him. It leaves Nevada feeling used and alone (but it's okay, he's used to it-- at least that's what he tells himself.)

Why does he keep going back to California? The nsfw answer is: the sex is really good. Like earth-shakingly good (no pun intended). And they do have fun together, as long as they're sufficiently intoxicated.

I could literally go on about these guys all day but I'll shut up now.

#imo texacali is the relationship that cali deserves (/neg)#caliyork is the relationship that cali deserves (/pos)#and calivada is the relationship that NO ONE deserves but yet here we are #long post #mur headcanons #wttt calivada #wttt headcanons

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daechwitatamic · 2 years

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Chapter 3: That's Life || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary: This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

In which Taehyung really struggles with Strindberg's themes.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, drinking

Word Count: 5k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 3: That’s Life

Thursday, November 8th

By the time Taehyung’s next tutoring appointment comes - at six o’clock the next evening - you’ve had such a day that you’re about ready to throw in the towel.

For starters, your schedule on Thursdays is so weird - you have a 10 am class and then nothing until 2:30; it’s this odd chunk of time where you’re never really fully able to get much done and you also can’t enjoy yourself because your brain knows your next class is looming.

Then, your tutoring hour with Rebecca is utterly exhausting. Lord, but that girl can talk. You spend the entire hour trying to get her to focus on her history homework and instead listening to her rant about her roommate drama - lights being left on, loud partying late at night, music without headphones, even some food-stealing.

(“Sounds egregious,” you murmur. “Speaking of egregious, let’s turn our attention to the start of World War II…”)

When you get to tell her that time is up and you have another appointment waiting, you’re relieved. So when Taehyung approaches your table, pulling his laptop out of a crossbody bag, you’re almost happy to see him. Because at least he’s not Becky.

“Hey,” he says, placing his laptop on the table and moving to hang his back from the back of the chair.

“Hi,” you say easily, giving a little wave before pulling up his files on your laptop. You’re obligated to provide documentation after each session, you guess to prove that you’re earning what they pay you, and maybe also to prove that the academic probation students are actually making an effort.

“I recorded Western Lit today,” he tells you, saving you from having to ask.

“Great!” you tell him. “Have you looked at the homework assignment yet?”

He logs in and pulls up the assignment, and you spend the first half hour going through each question together. You give pointers on where to start for each one, and Taehyung writes down your tips, intending to work on them later.

“I can work on these with you, if you want,” you offer. “Just in case you get stuck, especially since you didn’t do the reading yet?”

“I think I’ll be okay,” he says. “I really need your help with the paper. It counts as an exam grade.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “What’s the topic?”

He turns to rummage in his bag, coming back up with a tattered blue book, definitely bought second-hand at the school’s bookstore.

You feel your eyebrows skyrocket. “Strindberg? Shit.”

He sighs. “Was that a bad choice? The title looked cool… I started reading it last night… there’s a ghost and a mummy. I like spooky stuff.”

You smile, reaching over to pull the small text closer. The Ghost Sonata. You’d done your paper on it the previous winter, before all the stuff with Davis went down.

“Alright,” you say, looking back up at Taehyung. He’s looking down at your hand on his book, his black hair falling over his eyes, face serious. “So from what you read, did you notice any themes? Symbols? Any kind of pattern?”

He frowns, chewing on his bottom lip as he thinks. “I thought there was an interesting thing where the house looked really fancy from the outside but inside everything was decaying…”

“So that’s a good theme,” you say, pointing at him. “The facade and the reality behind it - that things aren’t as they seem, that they’re darker and grittier underneath it.”

His eyes flick up to yours and then back to the table, lightning quick.

“If you wanted to pick that for your paper,” you tell him, staunchly ignoring the flutter in your stomach, “you totally could.”

“Doesn’t it apply to the characters too?” he asks, frowning. “Like… if the theme is ‘how things are versus how they seem’...” He trails off, having had half the thought but struggling to complete it.

“Well, yeah,” you say, helping him out. “Many of the characters have that going on - what they seem at first, and then what you find out about them as the story continues. Plus, add in there many of them have the ghost or vampire or mummy thing - that’s another level of symbolism.”

“I never see symbolism on my own,” Taehyung admits with a sigh. “Once someone points them out to me, I get it. But I never read something and think ‘Oh, that’s a symbol for something’.”

“That’s fine,” you assure him. “That’s why my researching trick works. Look up what symbols other people found, and then look for the evidence yourself.”

You glance at the time and notice that your hour is almost up. “When’s the due date for this?” you ask.

“Two weeks,” he tells you.

“Okay,” you say, starting to pack up your loose papers. “Go through and highlight every time you see the facade theme, and then take notes about each part you highlighted. We’ll go through the notes on Wednesday when we meet. And feel free to email me if you get stuck on the Ibsen homework.”

He flips his notebook to an empty page and starts to write - your directions, probably. You watch as the glare from the overhead lights moves along the thick, shiny scar on his hand as he moves the pencil across the page.

“Don’t stare at it,” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off of his paper.

You straighten up, caught. “Sorry - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I was just zoning out-.”

“It’s okay,” he says quietly, looking up at you now. “Just… it makes me feel weird. Don’t worry about it.”

He closes his notebook and his laptop, putting both carefully back in his bag. “You headed up to the caf for dinner?” he asks, eyeing the clock.

“Yeah,” you say, glancing at your phone to confirm. “My roommate is waiting for me, actually.”

“I’ll walk you,” he says easily, the seriousness that had hung over him for the last hour slipping away with ease as soon as he latches his bag.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say. “It’s a three-minute walk.”

He shrugs. “I have to eat, too,” he says.

So, for the second time, you leave the library together and head towards the concrete steps that lead to the cafeteria. It’s dark this time, and clouds cover what stars you should be able to see. A thin mist hangs around, illuminated by the orange glow of the streetlights that line the paved paths around campus.

You wave goodbye once you’re inside the cafeteria, and you scan for Kiko, who texted you that she was waiting. When you spot her at a two-person table near the back, you give her a little wave before going to get your food.

When you place your plate on the table and sit, she slides her phone into the pocket of her hoodie. She looks exhausted, deep bags under her eyes. You wonder if she’s been letting her courseload get the better of her.

“Hey,” she says, picking up her fork. “How was tutoring?”

You roll your eyes and tell her about Becky. She listens along and laughs at the right moments, but you can tell she’s got one eye on her phone, which lights up a few times while you’re talking.

“You can check that,” you tell her, smiling. “It’s fine. I’m not offended.”

She shoots you a grateful look and grabs the phone with both hands, typing quickly. As she finishes, she glances at you over the top of it.

“What about the second session?” she asks. “Didn’t you have two today?”

“Yeah,” you say, pushing a cherry tomato around your plate. “The second session was normal. We worked on a paper for a lit class with Watanabe. It’s actually one of the guys from Jin’s house - Taehyung? He’s here somewhere, he walked up with me.”

Kiko blinks at you, clearly trying to keep her face impassive. She’s not very good at it. “Oh yeah?” she asks. “Do you guys, like, talk a lot?”

“We talked a lot about Strindberg,” you say, smiling a little. “It’s my job, I’m not there to hang out. Besides, I’ve got him all figured out after that party last weekend. We wouldn’t have anything to talk about outside of the assignments.”

“Oh,” she says, deflating a little. “Gotcha.”

But as the two of you clear your plates and head back towards the dorm, you find yourself wanting to text Nina about tutoring with Taehyung. What for, you’re not sure. What would you even say? You enjoyed your hour of talking about 19th century plays? Of course you did, you loved lit classes. Nina would focus on the Taehyung of it all, and you don’t feel like getting all defensive right now.

When you let yourself into the room, Bridget is laying on the floor, watching something on the tv. “Hey babes,” she calls. “You ready for Thirsty Thursday?”

“I’ll have to pass,” you tell her. “I just spent two hours at tutoring, I have to finish a paper before class tomorrow.”

“Booooo,” she says, rolling to look at you both. “Kiko?”

“Why not?” Kiko says. “My homework is done. Unlike some people.”

“My homework isn’t not done because of poor time management,” you say darkly, shooting her a pretend scowl. “I had work. Some of us have jobs.”

She waves you off with a, “Yeah, yeah,” and sits by Bridget. They talk in low voices about the plan for the night as you sit at your desk and turn your laptop on, ready to get to work.

You’re still typing when they leave an hour later, the door shutting behind them with finality, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your clacking keyboard.

Friday, November 9th

You bail on Kiko and Bridget on Friday night, too, feeling more behind on a bigger project than you’d like to be. Usually it’s you partying with Bridget while Kiko begs off to study, and this switch-around feels strange.

When you whined about having to miss the fun two nights in a row, Bridget promised you’d all go out on Saturday, and you’re banking on her keeping her word.

You turn off the brighter overhead lights and turn on your twinkle lights and your small desk lamp and turn on some lo-fi music as you sit down with an open notebook. You’re about half an hour in when your phone lights up on the floor beside you, and you pick it up quickly, figuring it’s Kiko complaining.

[10:12 PM] Unknown Number: hey Y/N

[10:13 PM] Unknown Number: this is Taehyung - I got your number from Yoongi, I think he asked your roommate for it

[10:14 PM] Unknown Number: sorry if thats creepy, and also i know you’re off duty right now but I am stuck af on this paper ☹️

[10:15 PM] Unknown Number: do you mind helping me real quick? Like five minutes, i promise

You don’t answer for a minute, just staring at your screen, processing. One, Taehyung in on a Friday night to work on his essay seems very out of character. Two, Kiko and Yoongi are close enough now that Yoongi felt comfortable asking her for your number for Taehyung? It might be time to break your own rule and start asking some personal questions.

[10:19 PM] You: Hi Taehyung. What’s the problem with the paper?

Instead of a new text, your phone buzzes a long buzz, your screen coming alive with an incoming video call. What the fuck.

You swipe to accept the call, but you leave your phone on the floor so Taehyung has a nice view of your ceiling.

“Taehyung?” you inquire. “Is a video call really necessary?”

He laughs. “Sorry,” he says. “I really hate texting and calling. That was the most texts I’ve sent to anyone in weeks.” He’s clearly lounging on a couch in a grey hoodie, the hood scrunched up to cover only the back of his head. He looks… comfy.

“What are you stuck on?” you ask, wanting to get off this call as soon as you can.

He groans, rubbing at his face with his free hand, the one not holding the phone. “I typed up everything from my notes on the facade theme and I still need like two and a half pages.”

You nod, even though he can’t see you - he’s still only getting your ceiling. He might be comfortable being on a video call when he’s in comfy mode, but you aren’t. “Okay,” you say slowly, thinking. “I guess you need to talk about one more theme. If I give you a few ideas, can you do the same thing you did already and go back to look for the evidence yourself?”

“Yeah,” he says eagerly, obviously thrilled that you’ll do even that much for him. “That would be amazing.”

You think for a minute, trying to remember what you’d done for your own Strindberg paper, almost a whole year ago. “There are also themes of disillusionment… and also, the idea of hauntings and how we as people are haunted.”

He looks at you flatly. “It’s like you just spoke another language.”

You laugh, and he smiles in response. “Disillusionment is a big one,” you tell him. “Think about the main character from the beginning to the end - what he learns is that life sucks, right? He goes in really positive and by the ending he’s accepted that life is just darkness, there’s no one that gets out unscathed or unaffected.”

He licks his lips, looking away from you, clearly thinking about this. “Right,” he says finally. “And the hauntings?”

“Well,” you say slowly, “I thought about all the things we can be haunted by, as people. Like, in real life. I mean, what haunts you?”

When he doesn’t answer this, you explain. “Mistakes can haunt you… regrets… sometimes even your own expectations, like the future you thought you’d have, the person you thought you’d be. In that sense, you can haunt yourself.”

Taehyung doesn’t answer, just watches you evenly, so you continue. “You can even be haunted by… I don’t know, people you’ve lost? People that aren’t in your life anymore?”

Taehyung clears his throat. “That’s… wow, that’s a lot.”

You shrug, forgetting that he can’t see you. “That’s life.”

He shakes his head. “How does it connect back to the text, though? Beyond that there’s a ghost, I guess.”

You start to tell him, referring back to different characters and their own personal “hauntings”, and he shifts, clearly setting the phone against something to keep himself in the frame, but you can hear the tapping of keys as he types notes on what you’re saying. When you’re done explaining, he looks back at you, brow furrowed. You figure you’ve probably just broken his brain.

“Sorry,” you say with a small laugh. “I know that’s intense. Choose one - the disillusionment or the hauntings, and take your notes. I can look them over with you on Wednesday, that leaves you plenty of time to type it up before it’s due.”

“Yeah,” he says, and his voice sounds strange, a little distant. “Thanks for the help, Y/N. I know you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ll send you the bill,” you joke.

He thanks you again, and you say goodbye, his face vanishing from your screen.

You lay back, heart pounding for no discernable reason. After a few minutes, you lift up your phone in the air so you can see it, and you save Taehyung’s number.

Saturday, November 10th

The next night, Saturday night, you finally get to make up for spending Thursday and Friday doing homework.

“We’re going into town,” Bridget tells you after dinner, her eyes on her phone, where the plans are being made. “You in?”

“Fucking yes,” you tell her. “Jin’s house?”

“No, we’re actually going to one of the bars downtown.”

Kiko is already out, so you text her as you heat up the curling iron to see if she wants to join you guys. She answers quickly, telling you she’s busy. Just you and Bridget tonight, which is fine.

You split a Lyft with two girls who room down the hall that you’re friendly with. The driver gives you girls a grin as she pulls up to the curb across the street from the bar. “Make good choices! Watch each other’s backs!” she calls to you as you all clamber out onto the street.

It’s crowded already, but not as bad as you know it will be in about two more hours. The girls you came with wave goodbye and head to the dancefloor, but you and Bridget push onwards to the bar first, ordering up a few rounds of shots. You two keep your spot at the bar for a long time, talking to groups of guys and other girls as they filter in and out to order their own drinks. You’re not a big dancer, but this feels fun - definitely better than standing around Seokjin’s smelly basement trying not to get splashed with beer.

It’s at least an hour later, your buzz strong and steady, that Bridget leans closer to you, eyes wide and she sees something behind you.

“Isn’t that Jungkook?” she asks, and starts heading that way, reaching for your hand as she goes. You let her drag you along, not knowing who Jungkook is, but when you get close enough to see the guys you wish you’d stayed back at the bar.

It’s Taehyung’s friend with the piercings and tattoos, and of course Taehyung is with him. So is Jimin, and a fourth guy you’ve never seen before.

Jungkook greets Bridget brightly, and you wait for Taehyung to try and act super chummy with you, but he doesn’t. He lifts his glass as a hello, but says nothing.

“Have you guys met my roommate?” Bridget asks.

“Most of us met last weekend,” you tell her.

“Not me,” says the new guy, reaching out to shake your hand. He’s got a nice voice - deep - and a firm grip. “Namjoon.”

You introduce yourself, shaking his hand. Bridget and Jungkook have turned their backs on you guys, heads together as they carry on a conversation. Jimin excuses himself and heads towards the dancefloor, and Taehyung follows him wordlessly, leaving you standing awkwardly with Namjoon.

“Do you live at Jin’s too?” you ask, just to make conversation. You watch Taehyung separate from Jimin and lean against the bar, then you remind yourself to pay attention to the conversation you’re having.

He smiles. “No, I have my own place in town. Close to here, actually. You go to the university?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m in my third year. Almost done. How do you know the guys?”

“I’m friends with Yoongi,” he explains. “So I’m at the house a lot. I know your roommates, but I never met you.”

“Oh, I - wait, roommates? You know Kiko too?”

His eyes widen, as if he’s inadvertently given away a secret. “I mean - uh - yeah? She’s been at the house with Yoongi almost every day this week?”

You’re floored, fucking flabbergasted. How had you not noticed? She’d been home every night, and even met you for dinner multiple times this week! When had she had the time to be gallivanting off-campus with Yoongi? And did Bridget know? Were you the only one who didn’t?

You suddenly realize that Yoongi isn’t there with the rest of the guys either. That must be where Kiko is tonight, why she told you she couldn’t go out.

“I need another drink,” you tell Namjoon, and you turn to head back to the bar. He follows you, leaving Jungkook and Bridget still talking animatedly about god-knows-what.

Taehyung is still at the bar, so you head towards his spot. He glances at you, then at Namjoon, and shifts over to make room for you. You catch the bartender’s eye and order three more shots, intending to share.

Taehyung’s arm is suddenly over your shoulders, heavy, and you realize for the first time that he’s already super drunk.

“This girl, Joon,” he says, shaking his head conspiratorially. “Be careful. She’ll just come out of nowhere and ask you shit like ‘what haunts you’-,” he mimics you in a sultry voice, and you’re not sure how to feel about that detail, “and then carry on like nothing happened. Shit, what haunts you, what the fuck was that?” he demands.

“An essay thesis?” you say, unsure. “It was an idea for an essay thesis?”

“You’ll have to excuse Taehyung,” Namjoon says, smiling, patting his friend on the shoulder. “He’s not his best self tonight.”

“The fuck I’m not,” Taehyung replies hotly, and then his arm is gone from your shoulders. He throws back the shot you bought for him and disappears into the crowd without saying goodbye.

When you and Bridget make it home - sometime after the bar closes at two - Kiko isn’t there.

[3:01 AM] You: are you safe?

[3:02 AM] Kiko✌️: yes, thanks for checking

[3:03 AM] Kiko✌️: see you tmrw

[3:06 AM] You: hey can you ask Yoongi to make sure Taehyung made it back okay? He was traaaaaaaaaaashed

[3:08 AM] Kiko✌️: …………….who said im w yoongi

[3:09 AM] You: 😇😇😇 ur secrets out babe

[3:12 AM] You: so???? Taehyung???? home safe???

–

[3:20 AM] Taehyung: ur worried about me? thats adorable

[3:22 AM] You: if u die i don’t get a paycheck 🤗🤗

Sunday, November 11th

When you wake up on Sunday, it’s after noon. Kiko’s still asleep (you never heard her come in, and you went to bed sometime around four in the morning) across the room. You can hear Bridget rolling over in the bunk above you, but it’s hard to tell if she’s awake or not.

You grab your phone from the charger and make sure you haven’t missed any calls or texts (you haven’t). After a few minutes, you get up and get dressed, stopping in the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. Then, you make your way downstairs and outside.

It’s mid-November, and the weather got the memo. The sky is grouchy grey, the clouds hanging low. The wind nips at your exposed neck, and you pull your jacket tighter around your body as you speed-walk down the steps to the student center, and the cafe inside.

You expect it to be more crowded than it is, so when the barista hands you your coffee, you take it to a small corner booth instead of back to your room. You’re sitting there, spacing out a little, hands wrapped around the hot coffee cup, when your phone lights up on the table.

[12:57 PM] Taehyung: hey

[12:58 PM] Taehyung: Joon says I was a little much last night

[1:00 PM] Taehyung: so i wanted to apologize if i said or did anything out of line

You answer quickly and hit send before really thinking it through -

[1:01 PM] You: no worries, u were cute

You look at what you sent with wide eyes. That was… probably not the best choice of words. You rush to do damage control, adding -

[1:03 PM] You: it was funny, nothing out of line. I appreciate the concern tho

[1:07 PM] Taehyung: okay good. I honestly dont remember a lot of last night 😑

[1:09 PM] Taehyung: i don’t make a habit of doing that… jsyk

[1:12 PM] You: its not really my business 🤷‍♀️ see you wednesday, ok?

[1:19 PM] Taehyung: k.

–

When you return to your room, a hot refill sloshing around your cup, you can see the light from Kiko’s phone illuminating her face. She gives you a sleepy wave. You set your coffee down on her desk and kick off your shoes. You curl yourself into an L on the end of her bed, on top of the comforter, your head resting by her stomach.

“Hi,” she whispers. Bridget must still be asleep. “How’s the coffee?”

“Magical,” you whisper back, closing your eyes.

You’re both quiet for a minute, and then you look up at her. “Kiko? Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not really,” she says, apologetically, and it’s this tone that tells you that there are things worth talking about, and she is apologetic for not wanting to talk about them with you.

“You’ve been hanging at Jin’s a lot?” you ask casually, purposely leaving Yoongi’s name out of it.

“Mhm,” she says.

You wait.

Nothing.

“You’re okay, though?” you say finally. “Like, everything is alright?”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “Everything’s… really good.” She smiles down at her hands, and you roll over her legs to vacate her bed. You know a lost cause when you see one. She isn’t going to tell you anything she doesn’t want to, and that’s fine. You look at your side of the room; you really don’t feel like sitting over there in silence while Bridget sleeps and Kiko keeps her secrets. You don’t have homework to do, either, since you knocked it all out on Thursday and Friday night. You decide to take your refilled coffee and go to your favorite spot, cold weather be damned.

At the end of the trail - the one you take to the train station - you can either stay on the paved trail and continue into town, or you can take a left onto a dirt path and enter a wilderness preserve with a lot of walking paths. There are quite a few of them, but they all loop around to meet in one central spot, kind of like spokes of a wheel. Your favorite spot is a bench at the end of one of these trails, overlooking the water there.

It’s a fifteen-minute walk to even get to the trailhead, and then another fifteen out to Your Bench, and by the time you get there your coffee cup is empty. You barely pass anyone the whole way there, because it’s freezing and all the smart people are inside.

You sit. You breathe. You watch the edge of the water lap at the muddy banks, rhythmic, like the lake is breathing in and out, steady and sleepy. Branches bob gently overhead, devoid of leaves, bare little arms defenseless against the November winds. Some ducks paddle around aimlessly, waiting to see if you’ll throw bread. It’s even better when the sun is shining, the trees are green, flowers blooming - but you’ll take it this way too. You exhale, feeling at peace again.

Until your phone buzzes against your palm.

[2:06 PM] Briiiiig: kiko thinks ur upset

[2:07 PM] You: i’m not

[2:09 PM] Briiiiig: she’s just private

[2:10 PM] You: i know.

[2:15 PM] You: did u know, tho?

[2:17 PM] Briiiiig: only bc the guys were gossiping abt it. she didnt tell me.

Well, that’s fair. A little bolstered, you decide to call and check up on Nina. Despite it being well after two o’clock, she answers sleepily.

“Hey,” you say. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she says through a yawn. “How about you?”

“Just at my spot by the trail,” you tell her, still watching the hopeful ducks. Nina yawns again. “Big night?” you ask.

“House party,” she tells you, still sounding mostly asleep.

“Nice,” you saw, toeing the dirt a little. “How was it?”

“It was awesome,” she tells you. “Hey, speaking of house parties… guess who texted me?”

“Who?”

“The guy from your campus? Hoseok?”

“Wow,” you say. “I thought you didn’t get his number.”

“I didn’t, but he found my insta and messaged me.”

“So are you guys talking now?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” she tells you. “I guess a little. I don’t know how into it I am.”

That sounds like Nina.

“Well, on a related note,” you say, “I’ve been talking to his housemate a bit -.” You’re about to add the because I’m tutoring him part, but she doesn’t let you get there.

“The guy from the party?” she interrupts. “Seriously?”

You pause. There’s an edge to her seriously that you’re not sure how to take.

“Is that a problem?” you ask flatly. You and Taehyung aren’t even talking - not the way the conversation implied, anyway - but that isn’t the point. The point is that if you were, this is how’d she’d react, apparently.

“No,” she says quickly, all innocence. “Just weird for you. You haven’t talked to a guy since Davis. And the guy from the party was so… fratty. Just doesn’t strike me as your type, that’s all.”

“I don’t think I have a type,” you say.

“Well,” she says lightly, “it’s nice to see you finally moving on from Davis. I’m happy for you. This is a good first step.”

It’s on your walk home, twenty minutes after telling Nina goodbye and heading back towards campus, that you realize you never did explain to her that you and Taehyung weren’t talking talking in the first place.

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saltydumplings · 2 years

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SOBS. WELL THAT WAS HEART-SHATTERING. IN A GOOD WAY. BUT STILL. NOW GIVE ME PART TEN??? ELEVEN??? I DUNNO. JUST GIMME. PLS. go back to your cell. right now. get back in that cell sweetheart|

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Part 10

HERE, HAVE SOME HORNY TO MAKE UP FOR THE SAD. And no: I will n-not be going back into that cell again. How about y-you go back to your cell, darling!

Cw: suggestive.

"What if I became a vigilante?"

A few weeks had passed since their rescue and the hero was sat in the safety of the villain's bed, back resting against the other's chest. The sidekick had left the day the villain proved they could get up the stairs unaided - though admittedly a little slowly - and so it was just the two of them now. The hero had recovered fairly well too, slowly coming to terms with the sudden shift in their life.

Behind them the villain tutted and poked their side. "So you're still insistent on causing trouble for me then?"

"Of course," the hero said. They placed down the book they'd been reading and turned to face the villain, giving them a small, teasing grin. "Though, perhaps, I may be a little biased at times...I guess it will depend on my mood."

"Oh?" the villain said with interest.

The hero merely hummed, going to pick their book back up only for the villain to take it from their hands and put it aside.

"Hey--!"

Soft lips pressed against the back of the hero's neck, the villain's breath ghosting along their skin. "I take it this bias will work in my favour then?" the villain asked.

"N-Not necessarily," the hero responded.

The villain stopped.

When the hero turned to look at them they saw the other pouting and laughed, turning themself fully and straddling the villain's thighs.

"A vigilante is meant to be on the side of justice, and you - charming as you are - do a lot of things that don't exactly align with the law," the hero explained. "Not to mention you ate the last blueberry muffin this morning: a true criminal offence if ever I've known one."

The villain huffed, unamused. Their hands found the hero's waist and pulled them closer, noticing the slight hitch in the other's breath as their mouth returned to their neck. "Could you be persuaded?"

The hero blushed. "I, um, a-a little. Perhaps. B-But not all the time."

The villain hummed in acknowledgement, kissing their way down to the hero's shoulder before nipping lightly.

"What about a deal?" they proposed instead, one of their hands venturing upwards to claim the hero's chin and ensure they had their focus. "Let's talk business."

"Business, huh?" the hero said. They quirked their brow as their arms looped behind the villain's neck, letting out a small moan as the other leant forward and kissed them - the villain's tongue demanding entrance into their mouth and the hero more than happy to oblige.

A minute or so passed and the villain leant back again, pulling up the hero's shirt and tossing it to the side before letting their lips venture down the hero's chest.

"I know some people who are proving to be quite troublesome to my investments. Now I never minded a little competition but it's starting to get rather annoying..."

"Oh wow, you really are talking business," the hero said in disbelief.

The villain chuckled and placed another kiss upon their lips. "They're a small group," they continued. "Nothing you couldn't handle by yourself, what do you say?"

A pause.

The hero cocked their head to the side, curiously. "What would be in it for me?"

The villain smiled. "Oh, Hero..." The villain's hands moved from the hero's waist to their hips, fingers dipping below the waistline of their pyjama bottoms. "Everything you could possibly want."

The hero bit their lip, shiving at the villain's touch.

"And more blueberry muffins," the other added as an afterthought. "Perhaps some pancakes for breakfast tomorrow morning too."

"Hm, sounds pretty promising," the hero mused. "I'll think about it."

And they'd fully intended to - the only problem with that being the fact that the villain wasn't a particularly patient person...

Ten minutes later and the hero was screaming their answer, unable to resist as the villain put their skills of persuasion to good use.

Part 12

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years

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haikyuu boys at a haunted house

a/n: mmmm here’s an idea that i now realize would have been perfect for october.. and not december.. MAYBE i’ll do a christmas post for the holidays -- WAIT i may have just come up with something... will update you guys hehe

- n e ways here’s my brain just spitballing and here’s the most characters i’ve written (individual) hcs for in one post wehey

includes: hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima, tendou, ushijima, kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, suna, bokuto, akaashi

hinata:

he really couldn’t hide his stress even when y’all were on line

his eyes kept darting back and forth while the loud noises played around you guys

mans got visibly more stressed the closer you got to the entrance

“it can’t be too bad right?” “like, kids are going in and they can’t really scare people”

the first time he gets jumpscared inside he can no longer walk and y’all have to take the emergency exit

kageyama:

can’t help his heart from thumping even though he knows this is all fake

he holds onto you the whole time, whether it be your arm, your sleeve, your shoulder, anything

the type just to curse under his breath and briefly close his eyes, “oh fuck-”

yamaguchi:

overly polite baby pls

he’s nervous too but he wants to keep you company until the end

let. him. hold. your. hand. rn.

mans yelps when he gets scared but he’s still so nice to the staff

“EE!” he’ll yelp (but he still sounds so soft idk how else to say it)

“you really got me there” he’ll say to the ghost after he composes himself, hand coming up behind his head as he does this little curtesy to the ghost

tsukishima:

one to aggravate the staff because he shows barely any reaction

“that was so obvious” he’ll laugh loud after something pops up and the lights stop flashing

it’s all in good fun for him but this is not what the haunted house staff intended???

tendou:

once again i believe nothing like this would scare him

so he’s good to have around if you’re more nervous yourself

he knows exactly where someone would try to pop out at you guys so it doesn’t even phase him

this one time, he beats the “ghost” at their own job and yells first. PLS the guy in costume falls back and it takes everyone out of their immersion

he is asked to not come back after this </3

ushijima:

i feel like he wouldn’t be too scared but he does jump at unexpected loud noises (who wouldn’t)

he just trembles here and there and you’d only know if you held his hand

he’s your anchor and before you realize it, you’re his too

so maybe he keeps an arm around you most of the time or holds your hand a little tighter

kuroo:

tries to be suave, as he does

but he’s making up for his nerves by talking to you and trying to distract himself

PLS he’s in the middle of telling you some cheesy pickup line when something grabs his leg and his voice does this CRACK

“y/n did you knoWwWOh”

he’s too embarrassed that he’s not scared anymore no, but he’s in his head wondering how he can undo wtf his voice just did

iwaizumi:

he didn’t claim he wasn’t scared because he didn’t feel like he had to?

plus he was pretty calm going into it

at the end of the day, this haunted house is just filled with more people in costume

what he didn’t expect however is for this screeching woman to come out of this closet you were walking by

MANS HAS TO HOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM DECKING HER OMG

when he realizes what he almost did he feels so bAd lmao

luckily you can’t see how red he is in this darkness

oikawa:

really really did not want to go in in the first place

mans was just trying to save his pride ahead of time okaY

but you got him to cave when you pouted and said, “but tooru what if i get scared and then i’m all alone”

this changed his mindset entirely, even with him going, “well of course i’m here to protect you y/n-chan”

bro but his grip on you when you enter is so TIGHT PLS

the second you two are in dim light his hand is digging into your arm like CHILL

you couldn’t even leave him in there if you wanted to

he also may screech inside but he will die not admitting it

atsumu and osamu:

ofc it becomes a competition between these two

“let’s see who gets more scared”

“yer on, loser”

“whatever, we all know who’s the braver twin”

eventually they place bets on who will buy the other food and y’all make your way inside

in conclusion: both get scared shitless and they somehow wind up holding each other’s hands regardless if there’s an s/o present

suna:

these things also don’t really scare him

mans is the type to watch horror movies and creepy theory videos late at night and still manage to sleep peacefully

you may hold onto his arm while you guys walk

he’s just out here snapping a picture of the most grotesque monster inside and captioning it with “mood” or “same”

bokuto:

ohmygod he’s fun but also chaotic

mans contributes to half the times you get surprised

he’s so loud that him gasping or yelping is unintentionally scary

“y/n what is that over.. THERE OH MY GOD” he booms, scaring you and those walking behind you pls

but he always laughs off what happens to him after, saying something like, “that was a good one, y/n”

akaashi:

pretty chill but he can’t help his heart racing a little

the most that he’ll let out is a gasp or a sharp intake of breath

he can’t really find it in himself to let out a yell or anything if he’s that surprised by something

sakusa:

gets annoyed when someone in costume yells and their saliva lands on him by accident

you just hear this “tsk” and his eyebrows crease together 😭

honorable mentions to those who just didn’t go inside, saving themselves from unnecessary stress: kenma, kita, asahi

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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This is…longer than I intended but couldn't not write it. Probably should’ve taken a little more time to finish it/make it a little better but here we are. Thanks to Chris’ Instagram post & Seb in that soft, too big white sweater, a soft road-trip Evanstan fic 🥰🥰 , also inspired by @fandomfluffandfuck headcanon that Sebastian’s camera roll is full of photos/videos of Chris & Dodger. If anyone else has written a road-trip fic I’d loveee to read it so pls let me know. 😘

Already Home

It had been a long week for both of them. Chris was still adjusting to the change in timezones, the trip to London and back with all the long days on the Ghosted set over the past couple of months taking their toll. He still had promo work for Lightyear to do in New York, but that wasn’t the only reason to hang around a little longer.

Instead of going straight up to Concord after he was done with his press engagements - to finally rest up a bit before the busy weeks of doing press still to come - he’d decided to wait to drive there until Friday so they could spend as much of the weekend together as possible. Sebastian had a late show taping on Thursday and they’d just leave the morning after. He’d been fine with it, but he’d had to convince Sebastian. The reason why was a little endearing, he thought, and so exactly like him.

Sebastian had been a little concerned - he thought Chris was looking a little worn and in desperate need of some of the comforts of home. After trying to see each other as much as possible over the past few months with their hectic schedules, meeting in LA, NY and Atlanta whenever possible, he was pretty sure Chris was looking forward to some peace and quiet. Looking at him, clearly exhausted, he’d suggested Chris go up a couple of days early and he’d follow later.

He knew Chris needed that to find his balance again, especially after a couple of months of hard work, travel and being away from home. So, he’d not been immediately convinced of Chris’ plan to wait until Friday. He’d expressed his concern, had waved off Chris’ argument that Seb didn’t like to travel alone, that he didn’t even need to go home that badly.

Chris had looked at Sebastian then, a little peeved he wasn’t getting his way. “But baby, it’ll be so much nicer to go together? I don’t want to leave you alone and our schedules are just gonna be packed for the next couple of weeks, so this is the perfect way to spend more time together”. He could see Sebastian was getting closer to being convinced and gave him his best puppy dog eyes. And decided to put Dodger to work.

“Dodger thinks it’s a great idea, don’t you bubba? See Seb! Even Dodger agrees. How could you say no to that face?” Sebastian had shaken his head at him, but couldn’t contain his smile. “You’re playing dirty Evans.”

“Come on Seb! It’ll just be the three of us, we can stop along the way for some good food, I’ll even let you be in charge of the music”, he winked. Sebastian closed his eyes. He couldn’t possibly say no now. How anyone could ever deny the full force of Chris Evans he’d never understand. “Okay okay honey, we’ll leave together on Friday”, he’d finally said, moving up from the couch to herd both Chris and Dodger to the bedroom. If he wasn’t gonna go home early, he’d at least make sure Chris got some sleep. When they’d just gotten settled, Chris’ chest pressed to Sebastian’s back, he whispered “I know baby, I know you’re worried. I just want to spend time with you”. Sebastian smiled and snuggled in closer. “I know. Me too.”

Thursday came and went in a flash, Sebastian had enjoyed his time at the Late night show as much as you could enjoy these things, but was more than ready to leave it all behind him for a couple of days. They spent a quiet night in, takeout and movies on the couch - Chris teasing him a little because Sebastian blushed every time the topic of the interview came up - and packing the last of the things they’d need for their little road trip.

They would’ve left early in the morning, if Chris and Dodger had anything to say about it. Sebastian, however, was not a morning person, so Chris had walked the dog, packed the car and picked up some coffee all before his boyfriend made it out of bed. Walking back into Seb’s apartment with the coffees, Chris smiled seeing his boyfriend in his boxers with messy bed hair, ends sticking out on all sides.

He stood there smiling at the endearing sight, until he heard Seb grunt a little. He made his way over with Sebastian’s coffee, handing it to him and pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “Morning sweetheart.” At the response of “Mhhhppff”, he laughed. “Ready to leave baby?”, he teased. Sebastian gave him an unamused look, but he didn’t pay too much attention to it. As soon as he had some coffee in him, he’d be a little more charmed.

As it happens, 5 minutes and a couple of sips of coffee later, Sebastian snuggled up to Chris on the couch. “Thank you for the coffee babe” Sebastian said, voice still a little sleep-rough. He gave Chris a kiss good morning and got up to take a shower and fix the birds nest on his head that was his hair.

Half an hour later, they were both ready and getting in the car. Chris insisted on driving - he’d rested up a little and Sebastian didn’t usually enjoy driving that much. Sebastian let Dodger in the back before getting in the passenger seat himself. Dodger was almost bouncing up and down, full of excitement, like he knew that they were going home.

They spent the first half hour in silence, apart from laughing softly because of Dodger’s antics and music softly playing in the background. Once they got out of the city, Dodger had calmed down a bit and Sebastian had finished his second oat milk latte, Chris put on some 80s classics that they both loved. It didn’t take long for both of them to start to sing along, a little off key but on the top of their lungs.

Chris looked away from the road every so often to look at Seb, who was currently doing a very committed and over the top rendition of Hungry Eyes, putting a warm feeling in his chest and a smile on his face. “Please tell me you’re gonna do an air saxophone for the solo?”, he asked, amused, only to be met with a determined look. “Chris it’s essential, of course I’m gonna try”. “Of course baby, my bad” he responded in a faux-apologetic tone, before they both burst out in laughter. “I’m gonna have to start the song over again now though, just so you know”, Sebastian grinned. Chris grabbed his hand, kissing his palm. “I know” he chuckled softly.

After another hour, Sebastian put on some calmer music and turned the volume down a little. For a while, they both enjoyed a bit of the quiet, taking in the surroundings and just being together. At some point, he looked towards the backseat to check on Dodger, who looked to be happy and calmed down, almost a little sleepy. When Dodger saw the movement up front, however, he got up from where he had been laying down on the floor in front of the backseats, pushing his head in between the driver- and passenger’s seat. Sebastian watched as he slowly moved up to lean his head on Chris’ shoulder.

Sebastian stared at the two, eyes full of love. He could never get enough of watching Chris and Dodger together. It felt so pure, so sweet, the two of them seemingly sharing a soul, the unbridled happiness whenever they got reunited after a long time away. His camera roll was full of photos of the two, which was something that never failed to make him smile whenever he was apart from either of them for too long.

He took out his phone, needing to add this moment to his collection. With the view of nature outside, Chris’ soft look with the green flannel shirt on, both of them with eyes on the road, it looked too perfect to pass up on. He quickly snapped a couple of photos, smiling down at his phone when he saw the results.

Apparently Chris had taken his eyes off the road for a second. “I feel like I need to know what has you smiling like that”, he asked. Sebastian took another look at his phone, then looked back up to look at the real thing - infinitely better. He smiled softly at them. “You”, he said softly, only for Chris to give him back a smile just as dopey, taking back one of Sebastian’s hands in his. “I’ll show you later, when we’re home.” Chris laughed softly. “Okay you sap, I’ll wait”, he tried to say, only to be interrupted with Dodger’s bark, presumably at the word “home”. “Yes Dodge, almost home.”

Sebastian took one more look at the two best things in his life, before leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes for a little while. The warmth of Chris’ hand in his, the soft touch of his thumb stroking over his palm, the serene quiet, knowing they’d be home soon - he took it all in and let the feeling of love and comfort wash over him. Chris had been right. This was so much better than making the trip by himself. They only had about 45 minutes left on the 3 to 4 hour drive. Almost at Chris’ house in Concord. But already home.

#evanstan #rpf

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x self insert #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcannons #bakugou fluff #bnha fic #mha fic #mha headcannons #bnha headcannons

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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may we see the fight tae oc scene pls pls please!!! u can delete later🤔🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳😳 i’m really curious. i mean ofc u don’t have to. still 😧🙃

idealizations concerning real life relations: deleted scene

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / icrlr!couple

>>genre: fwb, angst, rated PG

>>word count: 2.5k

>>warnings: alcohol, implied smut

>>notes: this is a deleted scene from icrlr, that i omitted simply because of the length of the final fic!! feel free to skip or ignore, it doesn't change anything, but since u guys are curious about it, i'll post it as a lil ty for helping me hit that milestone <3 it takes place after the tattoo party scene, and before the lecture scene.

this does NOT provide an alternative ending.

>>summary: taehyung tries to make you see things for what they really are, but it's hard to see through the rose colored glasses.

Winter break has been long awaited and it is finally, finally here. The snow has coated the ground thick, making the town look like a winter wonderland. The air is sharp and cold but not to a miserable extent. Just chilly enough to bundle up, to hold a hand a little tighter and soak up their warmth.

Your favorite season is fall, but the later months are a close second. You love seeing the way everyone’s faces get red when snow flurries come down to kiss their nose and cheeks. Love the way pom poms bounce atop little hats as children play and have snowball fights. Winter is surprisingly one of the warmest, sweetest times of the year. Like the hot coco Jeongguk has been swapping your regular macchiato with lately.

There’s a greatly anticipated party tonight- a mashup of Taehyung’s birthday and New Year’s Eve. Anticipated for the simple fact that said birthday boy has steadily been ignoring you for weeks, and tonight was a night where he couldn’t evade your attempts of reconciliation. He hasn’t returned a single call or even sent a text back. You can’t even be mad at him really, you know it’s justified. You know you fucked up. The coffee date you had with Yoongi last week let you know what you did.

Over an iced coffee, you learned that you had unintentionally skipped out on your best friend's Winter Showcase. The important one that he mentioned multiple times. The one you promised to attend no matter what.

It wasn’t on purpose; you wanted to go, to support him. But you just got caught up. In life, in school, in Jeongguk. It happens.

When Yoongi asked you why you had missed it, when he told you how hurt Taehyung was by your absence, your heart dropped, sank deep within your chest as your mouth fell open before closing, a small pursed frown on your lips. You didn’t have a good excuse. You went to get tattoos with Jeongguk and then to a party where you fucked him, and then home after that? You were too tired to make it? You just simply forgot? Those excuses weren’t good enough for you and you knew they wouldn’t be good enough for Taehyung.

Whereas Yoongi was okay with distance, long periods in between hanging out and talking, Taehyung wasn’t. He was the kind of friend that needed support, reassurance that you cared. He liked quality time and hangs outs that were planned ahead so he could look forward to them. He was looking forward to you being at his showcase.

The party is packed, even more so than usual. Students, drop-outs, alumni, and randoms alike, all congregate to bring in the new year, to celebrate the end of finals, and a certain art majors birthday. Bodies are on bodies, music is loud and deafening. Cups, bottles, and small baggies litter the floor and the smell of weed is nauseating.

Jeongguk’s hand in yours is sweet, though. Enough to ebb the distaste in your mouth as you watch the stereotypical disaster that is a college party.

“I’m going to go find the drinks, okay?” you lie, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand lightly.

He squeezes back, kisses the side of your head as he says, “Bring me one back too?”

You nod, and slip out of his view. Scanning the crowd until you see a familiar face.

Jimin is laughing, red cup in his hand, eyes curled and happy. He’s sitting on the arm of a couch, legs swinging as he laughs with a group of people. He takes a drink from his cup and let’s his eyes roam the room like he’s looking for someone.

The way his face changes when he sees you approaching is like a punch in the gut. It goes from happy, and carefree to stony- only a small, irritated, close-lipped smile on his face. Eyes harsh and cold, no longer holding the mirth they were just seconds ago. He says nothing when you step in front of him, he just looks you over like he’s bored and waiting for you to get on with it so he can be done with it.

You shift on your feet under his scrutiny. “Where’s Tae?” you ask.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head. “Now you want to know where he is? Haven’t been concerned with his whereabouts for months. Definitely weren’t worried about it last week.”

You wince but carry on swiftly. “Listen, I know I fucked up. I’m here to apologize.” You look at him expectantly, but he holds his ground. When he doesn’t falter, you resort to begging, “Please, Jimin. He’s my best friend… I miss him.”

You must look pitiful, because Jimin’s indifferent facade fades, and he clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed at himself for giving into you. “He’s getting us drinks in the kitchen.”

A smile takes over your face as you rush out a ‘thank you’, quickly turning on your heel to head in the opposite direction, before Jimin calls after you.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“If he’s your best friend, maybe treat him like it, yeah?”

You continue to the kitchen without replying, and you can’t help the little simmer of annoyance that bubbles in your chest. Taehyung has been your best friend for years. And even though Jimin had a point, who was he to tell you anything about yours and Taehyung’s friendship?

Before the thought can fester, however, you see the boy you came looking for, two bottles of vodka in his hand like he’s trying to decide which to use. You see the little party hat atop his shaggy hair before anything else and your heart aches a little. You really did miss him. He lets out a small annoyed sound, and knowing him, he’s probably trying to figure out which has the highest alcohol percentage. You come up next to him, and say his name gently. He jumps, but when he realizes it’s you, the ghost of a smile curls on his lips like he’s happy to see you.

Until it’s replaced with resentment just as quickly. His sharp eyes squint at you before turning back to the bottles in his hands, scowl still in place.

“So you decided you could pencil me in between getting your heart toyed with and your back blown out?” He gives you a side glance and sees how your jaw drops in surprise. He carries on, unbothered. “Or did this just work out because it coincides with New Year’s and because he was invited? Only because he’s Jimin’s friend might I add.”

“Tae-” you try, doing your best to keep the hurt whine out of your tone.

“Save it, __. I don’t want to hear the excuses you have. Just-” he looks at you again, and you think that maybe he softens when he sees your crestfallen features. He sighs like he’s tired. “Just leave me alone. Just for a bit, okay? I’ll get over it eventually,” he finishes, finally deciding on the vodka he wants.

You know his request isn't unreasonable. But it’s already been so long that the distance in your friendship has been eating away at it, that you’re scared ‘eventually’ might take too long and by the time he comes around, there won’t be much of a friendship left. That the damage done, will be irreparable.

“Tae… It’s already been months, can’t we-”

Like night and day, the softness that you were able to pull out of him is immediately replaced with that resentment and anger you were met with when you first stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he seethes, strong brows furrowed. “And whose fault is that?”

His words are sharp and the sting from them makes you take a step back. That is, until you feel anger of your own creep up your throat like venom. “You’re one to talk, Taehyung. You could have reached out to me, too. You’re no better than me when you’re in a relationship.”

He groans, gives an exasperated laugh before shrugging. “You know what? Maybe I am just as bad as you, but at least I’m actually in a relationship,” he spits, “You’re just fucking someone that doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

You know he’s hurt because of the distance. That he doesn’t intend to be so mean. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, and it doesn’t stop the angry tears from pooling in your eyes.

And although you’re angry, almost shaking with rage at the feeling of being cornered and blamed, your heart aches at hearing his words.

Jimin, who started seeing Taehyung after you started seeing Jeongguk, had already made your friend official. Had given him the title, the commitment, the relationship that you had been patiently and understandingly waiting for with Jeongguk. The bitterness that bleeds into your heart makes you feel gross and ugly.

You know what they say; that labels are superficial and don’t mean that much. But when you don’t have them? It makes you wonder. If a label really isn’t that important, like everyone says, why is Jeongguk so reluctant to give one to you?

“Jimin’s your boyfriend?” you whisper.

Taehyung gives you a short nod. “Month and half ago. You would’ve known if you got your head out of Jeongguk’s ass.”

Almost like he was summoned, the topic of debate waltz into the room, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck.

It’s instinctual now, the way your body responds to him. The way you melt into his chest like second-nature, how your hands settle over his like they are keeping them in place. How immediately in his presence you feel calmer; the panicky, hurt feeling you were experiencing moments ago vanishing as if it were just a fleeting thought and not something that’s always in the back of your head.

Not in a possessive, ‘I need him to be mine’ kind of way, though.

More like, ‘Why won’t he be mine?’

“Hi,” he murmurs into your neck.

“Hi, baby,” you respond softly, out of habit. The room shirks around you whenever he’s near. Makes you feel like you’re in your own bubble with him.

Jeongguk’s about to reply, ask where the drinks are, but then he hears an annoyed scoff sound in front of you both. Jeongguk bristles as he looks up and sees Taehyung taking a big swig from his cup.

“Uh- am I interrupting? Should I go?” he asks hesitantly, looking between you and your friend.

“No-” you say at the same time that Taehyung says, “Yes.”

You cringe, and turn in Jeongguk’s arms, hands resting on his chest. “Just give me a couple more minutes okay? I’ll bring the drinks.”

Jeongguk searches your eyes, before looking at Taehyung one last time before giving you a stern nod and a quick kiss.

You turn back to Taehyung, ready to apologize for Jeongguk’s interruption, when he talks over you.

“You’re pathetic,” he starts, and you roll your eyes with an irritated sigh before he continues, “but I know you love him. And that you can’t help it,” he shrugs. “But as your friend, I have to tell you that it’s not going to end well. You probably don’t even need me to tell you that. You probably already know and are choosing to ignore it for the sake of the delusions you’ve made up in your ‘pretty little head’.”

You pout at him quoting you, and your brows furrow. “He cares about me. And he’s Jimin’s best friend. He’s a good person, you don’t even know him,” you argue defensively. Though you know your arguments make little sense and are flimsy at best.

Taehyung frowns. Pauses like he’s thinking.

“I didn’t say he was a bad person, and maybe he does care about you in his own messed up way. But he doesn’t care about you in the way that you want him to.” His lips are still down turned when he speaks again.

“And the difference between him with you and him with Jimin is astronomical; it shouldn’t even be a comparison, but I will humor you,” he rubs a hand up and down his face like he’s tired. “The dynamic is completely different, for obvious reasons. For one, Jimin is a safe relationship. You are not. Jimin isn’t in love with him, Jimin isn’t sucking his dick, and Jimin doesn’t want things from Jeongguk that Jeongguk cannot give, or does not want to give,” he says with a raised brow as he takes a sip of his drink.

It seems that the anger has died down some between you both, a semi-civil conversation finally being had. You wrinkle your brows in confusion at him. “What are you talking about?”

He rolls his eyes. “Cmon __. Why do you think he hasn’t made you his girlfriend? Why do you think he literally has not been in a serious relationship since high school? Why do you think he never agrees to anything more than 2 months out?” He waits for you to answer but you just purse your lips stubbornly. “He’s scared. Dare I say terrified of commitment, and that’s exactly what you want from him right?”

You stay headstrong and quiet for a moment longer, ignoring his question in favor of asking one of your own when you finally do speak up. “If I’m so scary, why hasn’t he left?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Fuck if I know? Maybe he does care about you like you say he does. I don’t think so, but hey,” He raises his hands in mock surrender, like he is throwing in the figurative towel. “Maybe you’re right and maybe I‘m wrong. Or maybe there’s some fucked up codependency fermenting between you both when you copulate. I genuinely have no clue, and frankly, I don’t care to find out. Don’t text me until you come to your senses. And don’t get mad when I tell you ‘I told you so’.”

And with that, he turns and leaves you to make your own drinks. You hope the smile you give Jeongguk when you find him is believable.

That night when you go back to his place, you voice your concerns to him in between sweet, heated kisses that taste like hot cider. You tell him hesitantly how Taehyung voiced his concerns about Jeongguk not caring about you and Jeongguk got a little irritated, a little miffed as he unlatched his lips from your neck. He asked what Taehyung knew, how he even came to that conclusion when he’s not around you both.

He assured you with gentle touches and tender words that of course he cares about you. He reminded you that he always makes time for you, he always answers your calls and your texts, he takes you out every now and then, too. He asks you what you think and when you contemplate your answer, going over what he said, you can’t really argue with him. Even if an uneasy, dismal feeling settles in the pit of your tummy.

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hellooo!! again, this is just a scene and part of the plot that i chose not to use because i felt like the fic was already so long. i wish that i had ended up including it tho, so i hope you enjoyed even though its nothing special <3 feel free to do the things if you liked it: like, comment, reblog, send an ask~~ love u, ty again for helping me reach that milestone <3

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cyla · 3 years

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Can I request a 100 follower special thing alphabet with Inumaki?? Love your work btw ❤❤

Yandere Alphabet with Inumaki

Warnings: yandere, suicide, delusional, death, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking

Thank you so much for requesting!! Please people request more alphabets they're so fun pls!! Anyway I love Inumaki hes so cute!!

Affection - How do they show their love and affection? How intense will it get?

Inumaki shows his love by being as close as humanly possible to his darling. I think physical contact is his love language and he is definitely gonna show it. And it would get pretty intense. Inumaki really really loves his darling and he wants them to know.

Blood - How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is willing to kill anyone that isn't his darling or himself. He would try his best to hide this from his darling though, as he wants them to love him back. But if they found out, he'd just insist that it was for love and that there was nothing wrong with it.

Cruelty - How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Inumaki will worship them. He is one dedicated yandere and he will worship them with all his mind, body, and soul. He will absolutely not mock them. He understands that his darling may be a bit uncomfortable as first, so he goes easy on them at first. But he is also one of the most delusional yanderes, so he might not understand if his darling doesn't get over their fears of him soon.

Darling - Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlings will?

Mostly likely physical contact. He is a very clingy and touchy yandere and he doesn't really care that you don't like touching him. Or he just thinks your a bit shy.

Exposed - How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

All of it. He isn't afraid to cry in front of his darling. He is so so delusional he already thinks you love him and nothing you can do or say can change his mind. He wants you to know how much he loves you, so you will get to see every emotion from him.

Fight - How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would trick himself into thinking that his darling might just be a little scared or shy. He knows they love him!! He has done so much for his darling how could they not love him!! He would totally ignore their protests. It's okay!! Inumaki understands his darling is just shy, and that's okay!!

Game - Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No absolutely not. True love is not a game. He would hate watching his darling try to escape. He didn't know his darling was that shy!! That's okay, he just need to take his darling back and love them more!! So they know just how much he loves them!!

Hell - What would be their darlings worst experience with them?

I don't think there would be one specific event, it would kinda build up over time. But probably the first punishment was the hardest. He was unpredictable and he could snap at the tiniest of things but also overlook the biggest of things.

Ideals - What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to stay with his darling forever. He intends to start a family with his darling and live happily ever after. It's true love after all!!

Jealously - Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Inumaki does get jealous but he tries his best not to lash out on his darling. Even if his darling tried to make him jealous. His darling is the light of his life, and they would never do that!! He does definitely lash out at the person though. Very violently too.

Kisses - How do they act around or with their darling?

Clingy. Baby. He needs to be touching his darling all the time!! 24/7!! How else would he know 100% if his darling was okay?? His darling should expect a lot of random kiss attacks, and tickle attacks.

Love Letters - How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Inumaki already knows his darling loves him back, so why would he try to win them if he already has them? The first time he meets his darling, he will waste no time in kidnapping them to make sure they stay by his side and are okay.

Mask - Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. Inumaki to his darling, is delusional and absolutely terrifying. He will definitely use his cursed speech against his darling. But to everyone else, he's smart, cool, calm and collected. None of his friends would take him to be the delusional type, he's too self-aware for that.

Naughty - How would they punish their darling?

He would mostly isolate his darling. Locking them up for weeks on end and only visiting them two or three times a day, and only to give them food and water. He would try to do other physical punishments, but he absolutely hates it. The first time he tried it started crying and sobbing. But if his darling makes him really mad, he just might not feel any guilt at all as he litters his darling with cuts and broken bones.

Oppression - How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Mostly their freedom. With him, his darling has basically no independence at all. Yandere Inumaki gets jealous and to combat that, he traps his darling away all safe and sound. He will try to be patient will his darling and not take away too many rights, but if they take his generosity for granted and take too long warming up to him, he might just have to force his darling.

Patience - How patient are they with their darling?

At first, quite patient. He understands that his darling could be a little upset, but that doesn't mean that they ignore him completely!! He needs affection!!! If his darling doesn't start to warm up to him early on, he will force them.

Quit - If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He is such a lovesick, delusional yandere. If his darling dies, he will visit their grave everyday and will bring fresh flowers to replace yesterdays. He will trick himself into believing that their ghost is watching over him and he'll look for 'signs' sent from his darling to him from heaven. If his darling escapes, he will not stop once he has found them. Not until the day he dies.

Regret - Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Definitely feel guilty. Especially about forcing himself into his darling in sex. But he will always quickly push that guilt aside. Tricking himself into believing it is for the good of both him and his darling. But he would never let his darling go.

Stigma - What brought this side of them?

Because of his limited speech, if his darling is both kind and patient, that is something that gets him going. I don't have an idea as to exactly how his obsession started, but if his darling is patient with him regarding his communication, that is a big green flag for him.

Tears - How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Absolutely terrible. He hates seeing his darling hurting!! Mentally or physically!!! If his darling is crying hard enough, he'll probably start crying to. If his darling isolates themselves, he will be as patient and as cautious as possible. Sometimes, seeing his darling in pain puts him more in pain than his darling.

Unique - Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Maybe the fact that he is just so delusional. But on top of that, he absolutely lives to worship his darling. Would probably have a shrine dedicated to his darling.

Vice - What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Probably his kindness. He would be easy to exploit if his darling starts fake loving him. He would not be able to tell if his darling is playing with him or they actually love him. It probably never even crossed his mind. So if his darling starts to 'love' him and then screams and cries and puts on a show, he would probably do whatever his darling wanted.

Wit's End - Would they ever hurt their darling?

Inumaki would never hurt his darling, but he would scream and cry and yell at them. If they just refuse to let him in, and he would break, yelling and screaming as to why his darling doesn't love him. He has does everything for them!!! He gave his darling everything!!

Xoanon - How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh my goodness Inumaki thinks his darling is the reincarnation of some God, I swear lol. Absolutely any means necessary. He needs his darling to live, to survive, to function properly. Without his darling, he is nothing!!! They are his reason to live.

Yearn - How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He likes to be prepared before he kidnaps his darling. But he gets more desperate as days go on. He would try his best to plan some more and postpone the kidnapping, so everything will be perfect, but he can't hold it for that long. Probably 1 to 2 months.

Zenith - Would they ever break their darling?

No. He is much to cautious to do that. His darling would be more confused if anything. If he ever did (which is extremely unlikely), he would most likely kill his darling and then himself.

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hyunverse · 3 years

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BUNGA (FLOWER) | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

gender neutral.

summary; you’re megumi’s dream person.

note; i wrote this bcs my birth name is actually a type of flower ugh the self indulgence also i like butterflies. also inspired by a song called bunga by masdo. i recommend listening to the song while reading. bunga means flower in malay!! also pls open the gif for better quality.

YOU REMIND MEGUMI OF A FLOWER. white orchids; they symbolize purity. and that’s exactly what you are to him.

fushiguro megumi remembers this one day when he and tsumiki had went to a flower garden together. he didn’t know why tsumiki suddenly felt like visiting a garden, but he followed anyway. he observed as his sister looked at the flowers around them, a smile never leaving her face and her eyes were practically sparkling. it felt nice to see his sister actually enjoy herself, especially after their parents got up and abandoned them, leaving tsumiki with all the house chores.

“look at all these flowers!”, tsumiki caressed the petals with her fingers, thumb gently gliding over the flowers, “they look so nice, don’t you think so megumi?”

megumi didn’t reply, he opted to stand beside his older sister. tsumiki explained the symbolisms of the flowers she knew of. the raven head looked stoic, as if he wasn’t listening to any of her words but the truth is, he was. he found the symbolism behind the white orchids particularly interesting. it suited the orchids’ physical appearance. white and innocence just made sense.

as the siblings chatted (though it technically was one sided on tsumiki’s part), a cat walked towards the duo. the ball of orange fur purred and nudged it’s head on tsumiki’s legs, immediately getting the teenage girl’s attention. she kneeled down, her previous smile growing wider.

petting the cat, she looked up at her younger brother, “aren’t cats so adorable?”.

“yeah,” megumi uttered. a lie. he wasn’t a big fan of cats, he found them annoying. dogs are better, that’s what he believed in but he didn’t have the heart to say that to his sister. not when she looks the happiest she had been in a while.

“and the weather’s really nice today!”, she added, eyes glancing up at the sky. the sun was glaring right into her eyes, so her pupils shrunk. she didn’t mind however, she had always loved sunny days. the sunlight shone right above their heads, and megumi didn’t like it. he could feel drops of sweat trickling down his back, causing his shirt to cling onto his skin. megumi much prefers when it’s cloudy, shades of grey in the sky, the perfect weather for staying at home and reading books.

even so, he just nodded, “mhm.”

shortly the sun started to set, spreading orange hues throughout the sky. flocks of birds returned to their nests, and so the fushiguro siblings made their way back to their abode. on their way tsumiki stole glances at her brother, letting out a dry chuckle everytime she notices the lack of expression on his face.

“you should smile more you know, megumi”, she ruffled his erratic hair, “you won’t get much friends if you keep on frowning like that”, she teased.

he grumbled, “i don’t care if i don’t have friends.”

megumi thought it was ridiculous. why would it matter, anyway? he’s fine being alone. people are bothersome; they’re too loud and they stress him out. especially the stupid punks in school who thinks they could do whatever they want. megumi simply shrugged and pushed his sister’s words out of his mind. scratch smiling and being likeable.

yet here he is, smiling at you. over no particular reason too.

currently, he’s walking along a beach with you. you; dressed up in a white sundress, a pair of sandals in your right hand. the sand burns under fushiguro’s feet but he couldn’t feel it over the fast thumping of his heart, he couldn’t feel the heat when his whole skin is tingling. he trolls behind you, walking over the footsteps you made. your sundress flows to the rhythm of your walk, flying slightly up when the wind blows your way, exposing the plush skin of your thighs. fushiguro looks away from your figure, his fair complexion tinted with blush.

you’re his best friend, he’s not supposed to look at you like that.

“it’s so nice here, megumi!”, you call out to him as you stand at the edge of the sea. waves crash, they trickle up to your toes. with a smile you hold up your hand for megumi to hold.

bashfully, megumi walks up to you and takes your hand in his. he’s reluctant, for he dislikes his hands. they’re cold and filled with callouses. so when you grip his hand as though you didn’t intend to let go, when your thumb rubs against his, he feels less insecure of his hands. the sensation of your hand in his is hot, it burns; however it feels nice.

megumi fushiguro hates warmth, but if it’s your warmth, he’d enjoy burning in heat.

the sand by the sea doesn’t feel hot on your feet. the waves get bigger and bigger; till they reach up to your ankles. you giggle because it tickled, the sound of your laughs reaching megumi’s ears. he turns to his side to see you crouching down, collecting the water in your hands.

that’s when megumi concluded, your whole existence screams purity.

a week later megumi meets you again. sometime at 11pm, by an oak tree—your usual meeting spot. the oak tree is large, it’s impossible to miss it. you stand under the oak tree, allowing dried leaves to fall onto your head, getting stuck in your hair. you know megumi would get all the leaves out of your hair. he does it everytime. he’ll pick out all the leaves out of your hair while lecturing you, though his words enter one ear then out from another. no matter how many times he says “i can’t do this all the time”, even he himself knows he would.

from afar megumi watches his best friend run around the flower field, chasing butterflies. your hair gets swept away by the wind as your hands stretch up to the sky, desperately trying to get a butterfly to land on your hand. you’re wearing a jumpsuit, the white color of the material truly brought out your skin tone. your complexion is glistening, and it makes megumi’s heart throb.

“they’re scared of you, y/n,” he finally says, putting both your hands down. the butterflies fly away from your sight, and you pout.

“but they’re so pretty,” you sigh, watching as the butterflies choose to fly anywhere but on your fingers. and then one lands on top of megumi’s shoulder.

your eyes widen, holding the sides of megumi’s figure to make him stay still. megumi could see sparks in your eyes when you admire the blue butterfly. soft is the expression you wear on your face. he likes it on you. that cute expression of yours makes megumi fall five times harder for you even when he knows he shouldn’t.

“you’re like a flower ‘gumi. it likes you.”

ridiculous, he thinks. you’re the flower. it’s obvious by the way your body moves under the moonlight, and how insanely beautiful you are.

fushiguro megumi doesn’t say anything in return, as always. he rarely does. if possible, he wants to avoid you from finding out just how in love he is with you.

after that day, you never show up under the oak tree, a few minutes distance from jujutsu high. he’ll wait for hours long only to be disappointed.

--at least not until his birthday comes, about a few months later. his face turns pale once he spotted you. you wait by the jujutsu high gate with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn’t ghost him for three months.

"glad to see you doing okay," the apple of your cheeks seem more prominent when you smile, megumi feels an urge to kiss them.

"i haven't seen you in so long," megumi mumbles, "happy to see you here today."

you grin and hold up your hand for him to take per usual, and didn’t mutter anymore words until the two of you reach a café in the outskirts of tokyo.

“nice café,” the raven comments , glancing at you. you’re wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse now—honestly, do you only own white clothes?

“found it on instagram”, you mutter, “i thought you’d like it. happy birthday, megumi.”

megumi smiles for the first time today. as a jazz song plays, he eats the birthday cake you purchased for him quietly. the cake tastes delicious (to be fair, anything you buy him is perfect) because it’s not too sweet. the fact that you remember his preference makes his smile grow a little wider.

you hum to the song and rest your head on his shoulder. it seems like the two of you are the only ones in the café—a much needed privacy. you’re usually touchy with him, and he prefers affection to be private. typically they make megumi blush, and he doesn’t want people to witness him all flustered.

“did you miss me, megumi?”, he replies to your question by nodding and placing his hand on top of yours.

serenity is this feeling, megumi thinks.

at the corner of the café stands an antique grandfather clock. it’s sounds are so loud, they resonate the whole environment. megumi suddenly becomes hyper aware of the sound, there’s a pounding in his head. the sound becomes louder and louder, to the point where megumi couldn’t feel your skin under his. he shuts his eyes close, an impossibly bright light glares his eyes.

“fushiguroooo!”, an annoying voice yells. itadori’s voice, megumi is certain.

the pounding in his head slows down. his sapphire eyes flutter open, and he realizes the light he saw was sunlight rays peeking through his blinds.

“seriously fushiguro, we’ve been calling you for an hour now. hurry up, we’re going out to eat in five. to celebrate your birthday”, megumi looks up to see nobara standing behind itadori.

they’re both leaning against his door frame. itadori is dressed in a yellow hoodie, while nobara rocks a coat over a turtleneck. the female sorcerer holds her toy hammer tight in her grip, her eyes boring through megumi’s figure. by her posture, megumi guesses she was about to hit him with the squeaky hammer if only he didn’t wake up sooner.

fucking menaces, they could’ve left him to sleep for a little more. he hasn’t seen you in so long, he wanted to sleep in to spend time with you.

finally rubbing his eyes awake, the boy looks at the vase of orchids sitting on his nightstand. he sighs before standing up.

megumi will find you someday, he promises. if you’re a flower, he’ll gladly be the butterfly.

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nessinborderland · 2 years

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Aguni finds himself re-living the night when he had killed Hatter. Faced with the same dilemma, will Aguni pull the trigger again?

Twist: Hatter knows that Aguni had chosen to kill him before. He gets payback. Can I have angst pls?

⚠️ mentions of death & suicide

"Hello, Mori-chan."

This isn't a new dream. Aguni isn't even sure if it is a dream. No, it's definitely not something his mind has conjured. In his nightmares, he can't stop himself from pulling the trigger and watching his best friend die, over and over and over, until the moment he wakes up drenched in sweat and crying his name, flashes of blood in his mind.

"Takeru?" his voice echoes in the room, the eerie silence sending a chill down his spine.

Here's another proof that this isn't a dream; he's freezing cold despite the humid heat that defines Tokyo's summers, a weird knot in his stomach making him nauseous as he takes in the familiar, but at the same time unknown, surroundings.

The man he called for doesn't answer, back turned to him as he faces a wall, hands behind his back.

"Tak-"

"Do you intend to kill me with that gun, old friend? Again?"

That's when Aguni notices the gun in his hand, and he blinks once to then see his arm raised up, gun aiming straight at Takeru and finger on the trigger. His eyes widen in confusion, and he inhales a shaky breath as he tries to wake up from whatever freaky nightmare he's stuck in. Because no way he believes this to be real. It can't be.

"W-What is happening?" he asks in a raised tone, voice slightly trembling as he tries to force his own arm down, to no success.

Takeru turns to him then, his own gun in hand, resting by his thigh.

"Why did you kill me?"

Aguni is seeing a ghost. Takeru came back to haunt him like he knew he would.

"I didn't mean- I-I didn't want-" he can't find the right words, his usually stoic demeanor falling apart like wet bread. He's all but a blubbering mess now, unsure of what to say or do as he tries to process the fact that his dead friend - the one he killed - is in front of him right now and very much alive. "I'm so sorry," he ends up saying.

"Apologies don't bring the dead back, do they?" Takeru's eyes are dark, and Aguni shivers as he realizes they're fully black, with not even a smidge of white to give them a more human look. The smile on his friend's lips also doesn't look like it belongs to him, cruel and without any of the humor he would see in Takeru. "I don't want 'sorrys', I want actions."

Something is wrong, but he's too scared to understand what.

"W-What can I do?" He's so desperate for his friend's forgiveness, he would do anything.

"Kill yourself."

Those words make him freeze in place, his mind going blank as he remembers that night, the night when he did it. The way Takeru had aimed at him, making Aguni shoot him on instinct just to find out his friend never intended to kill him in the first place. Takeru had been the one that wanted to die, not the other way around.

"C'mon, Mori," the cruel laugh that comes out of it makes his skin crawl, "show me how much you regret it."

"You're not him," is all he says as he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. He keeps his eyes closed, flinching as he hears the body fall to the ground, before turning around. Whatever that thing was, he wants nothing to do with it. All he wants now is to wake up.

However, a voice from behind him stops him in his tracks, and he swears then and there that his heart stops, filled with so much terror he feels like crying for his mom.

"Hello, Mori-chan."

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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Sooo... How many Alpha-17 timetravel WIPs do you have, and would you pls share your favorites? :3

.....just counting fics where Alpha is the one time-traveling, and excluding ones where he's in contact with the time traveler? Uh...around 7? I think??

1. Alpha/Mace, where Alpha saves Mace after his fall from the Chancellor's and goes on the run with him, only for them to be flung back to a time 6-ish years before the war starts. Mace is on Coruscant, and Alpha is on Kamino teaching snot-nosed trainees, and neither of them knows the other's come back as well, but Alpha definitely isn't about to let that stop him. He packs up his class of commander trainees and their little blond tagalong, declares that they're going on a field trip, and sets off to go find his Jedi.

2. Alpha/Tae - After Order 66, Alpha finds himself on Jabiim, where he comes across the ghost of a Jedi, reliving the day he died over and over again. Alpha knows Tae, and manages to step into the loop in order to break it, but in doing so lands himself ass-first in the first Jabiim campaign, right at the start of the Clone Wars.

3. Alpha/Feemor - Stuck training recruits for the Empire, constantly menaced by Vader and his strange hatred, Alpha finally has enough and defects. He doesn't expect Vader to hunt him down in the middle of a Force nexus, or for their fight to land them both back in the middle of the Jedi Temple. He definitely doesn't expect one of the Temple Guards to step in and take a blow meant for him, but when the idiot does, Alpha grabs him and runs, retreating to plan the next assault, with Vader close on his heels.

4. Alpha/Padme - It's meant to be the biggest possible kriff you to Skywalker, using a forgotten Star Gate from the Kwa Empire to fling himself back in time and scoop the Naboo senator up before Anakin can meet her again. Alpha doesn't expect to get a foot to the balls, a blaster to the face, and a woman who's entirely used to assassination attempts demanding to know who hired him. It's love at first groin-shot, though, and that might be even better.

5. Alpha/Shaak - Alpha is the one to find Shaak's body in the Temple, long after Anakin has finished slaughtering all the occupants. There's nothing soft about his grief, nothing kind about his plans to destroy Anakin for it, and Alpha intends to follow through - back in a time when Shaak is still alive, the war hasn't turned his students into zombies, and Alpha himself is ignoring something he really should have paid attention to between himself and Shaak.

#wip list #kat answers

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if ur requests are open can i pls request Jaehyun x male reader where the reader is so drunk that he forgot that his boyfriend(jaehyun) is his boyfriend. then he asks a member if he is taken and they said yes and that will make reader to silently be sad in the corner and jaehyun asks if readers ready to go home......... andddddddd ill leaveee the rest to u hehehehe (iloveurwriting so much)

tipsy ; jaehyun

group: nct

pairing: jung yoonoh / reader (male)

synopsis: both you and jaehyun knew how much of a lightweight you were, but when has that ever stopped you?

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: implied sexual content, explicit language

i lost inspiration for this, so i hope this mess of a fic is okay anon! as always, feedback is appreciated!!

when you peek through the peephole, you expect to see the delivery man holding the package you had ordered online. instead, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend on the other side of the door, wrapped in a hoodie, mask, and tinted sunglasses. his disguise is pretty unnecessary given how your neighbors are mainly made up of old people who have never heard of nct, but it gets the job done.

once you’ve unhooked the chain bolt, you unlock the door and swing it open. he slightly jumps at the noise, but visibly softens when he sees you. “hey (name),” he greets, slipping off his mask and sunglasses.

“hey yourself. what are you doing here?” you ask. with how hectic his schedule has been after promotions with the nct 2020 project and working as an mc on inkigayo, you two hadn’t seen each other in weeks. though you missed him, you sympathized with the tireless hours he spent working as an idol. at least you preoccupied yourself with netflix.

he slips off his sneakers and enters your home, taking off the rest of his disguise. you close and lock the door behind you, trailing behind him. “i managed to squeak in some free time today, so i came to visit you,” he explains. he faces you with a smile, pulling you close. you subconsciously lean your head onto his shoulder, humming as he sways your bodies.

“i missed you,” you tell him, fingers ghosting his waist. he makes a noise of agreement, resting his chin on your head.

you eventually pull away, eliciting a grumble from jaehyun. contrary to popular belief, he was the clingy one of you two, always using the excuse of “you’re just the perfect size for cuddling.” “stop grumbling, jae. you’ve come so far, so it’s only fair i make you something to eat,” you tell him, making your way towards the kitchen.

he follows suit, hand grabbing at the hood of your hoodie. you stop in front of the refrigerator and open it, canvassing the food you have in there. as you debate what to make for lunch, he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes both arms around your waist. you roll your eyes, though you don’t make any movements to pry his arms off. “i can always eat something else,” he smirks.

you realize too late the implications of his comment, absentmindedly sorting through the bags of vegetables in your fridge. “do you want takeout instead then? mrs. moon from two doors down said that there’s this really good pho house near here.”

he nuzzles into your shoulder. “i’d really like to eat you,” he says as nonchalantly as one can, considering his implications. you nearly drop a bag of spinach, spluttering incoherent words as you spin around to swat his shoulder. he laughs, loud and proud, a stark contrast from the quiet, polite laugh he’s practiced.

“you’re the worst,” you hiss, reluctantly closing the fridge. he pecks your cheek, eliciting a disgusted screech from you. he leans back with a laugh before attacking your face with kisses. you shut your eyes as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. but jaehyun’s been working out, evident from his arms, and he’s always had an intense grip. when he leans away, satisfied, you flick his forehead. with how clingy jaehyun’s being, making lunch isn’t an option anymore. “i hate you.”

jaehyun eventually relinquishes his attacks, threading his fingers with yours. “you’re usually not this clingy, jae. actually, now that i think about it, you don’t flirt all too much either, much less suggest sexual innuendos. what’s the occasion?” you ask as he walks you two to your living room. he doesn’t immediately respond, flopping down onto the couch and dragging you along with him. you land on his chest with an oomph, your cheek squished against his chest.

he combs his fingers through your hair, smiling as you make a noise of approval. “well, i wasn’t going to say anything before the news outlet, but...” his smile only widens when he sees you look up at him with curious eyes; he nearly coos at how innocent you look. “a certain idol you know might make his acting debut soon~”

your eyes widen, and you quickly prop yourself up with your elbows. “what! no way!” you exclaim, jaw hanging open. jaehyun laughs at your shell-shocked reaction, though it’s a given; when you were in a mood to vent, he would always take your hand and pepper your knuckles with butterfly kisses as you ranted about how he deserved better and shouldn’t only be seen as a visual, whining about how sm failed to show his talents as a singer and an actor. well, those days are over now, he supposes.

“yes way, love. are you excited?” he isn’t sure why he asked that question, considering how shell-shocked you already look. plus, the squeal that leaves your throat and the way you throw yourself onto him is answer enough already.

“do you even have to ask? you used to send me videos of you acting out different roles because you wanted to try acting, and you always did them so well! i’m really proud of you, jae. you deserve it.”

“i’m really glad you think so, (name). do you want to hear-”

“no!” you interrupt, slapping both of your palms on his mouth. he tilts his head in confusion, surprised by your sudden outburst. “knowing you, you’re going to accidentally tell me everything, and then i’m going to know the whole story line before the show even airs!”

he’s about to refute your claims, but he can’t really considering how you’ve layered both of your palms on his mouth. plus, judging by the look you give him, he’s certain he’s going to be eating his own words sooner or later. with a sigh, he peels your palms off. "you’re no fun. can i not even tell you the name and the basic plot?”

“i’m sorry for wanting to give you ratings,” you snort. “and no. then i’ll be waiting in anticipation and will force you to tell me everything, even if you tell me you can’t because i told you before not to say anything. you can’t even give me a drop of information.” well, jaehyun supposes that is true. you’ve always been enticed by television shows; he’s personally seen you react to cliffhangers a show gives before it ultimately gets cancelled. needless to say, it isn’t a pretty sight. “this calls for celebration! we can invite the boys too... do you want it to be extravagant, or are we keeping it low key?” you ask, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

“what happened to just you and me?” jaehyun asks, batting his eyelashes with feigned innocence. “i can think of a lot more fun things we can do.”

you don’t even bat an eye; unlike earlier, you were prepared for this kind of comment. “shoving my foot up your ass sounds really fun, but unfortunately that won’t get me any food. the boys probably already knew before i did, so you’ve probably already celebrated with them... i guess we can keep it simple.”

“i’d take your foot any day,” he fires back with a heavily exaggerated moan, to which you respond with a slap on the arm.

“i’m telling johnny to bring over beer.” you’re texting a group chat with you and the other 127 members. you’re only dating jaehyun, yet sometimes it feels like you’re dating all of them with how close you are. plus, gossiping with jungwoo about your boyfriend is always fun. with him being his roommate, you both often share similar struggles.

he rolls his eyes, stretching over to wrap his arms around your waist. he peers over your shoulder to look at your screen. “please, (name). you’re the lightest lightweight i’ve ever met. who are you telling to bring over drinks? you’re like a baby.”

“fuck you.”

“i think it’s the other way around, but i’d gladly let you order me around~” he flirts.

you shove a pillow in his face as you fire off a text.

after ordering pizza, tteokbokki, and fried chicken, your dinner is nearly complete. the boys were coming over soon, with johnny being in charge of drinks, jungwoo in charge of takeout, and donghyuck in charge of entertainment. you had a nintendo switch jaehyun had gifted you two years ago, and you intended on making full use of it tonight.

(plus, you have yet to beat yuta at super smash bros. today is going to be that day.)

you had finished clearing the table for the food before you notice jaehyun’s sleeping frame on the couch. you’re about to walk over and reprimand him for being unproductive, but seeing how tired and peaceful he looks stops you. instead, you grab a blanket from your room and drape it over him.

you’re about to walk away and grab water bottles for everyone when you feel something tugging your hand. craning your neck, you smile at jaehyun’s hooded eyes laced with sleep. “c’mere,” he murmurs.

water bottles can wait, then. you pat jaehyun’s side, and he scoots over to allow room for you. as you slot yourself in his arm, spreading a leg across his, he makes a noise of satisfaction, eyes fluttering close. “someone’s tired,” you observe, pushing the mop of black bangs obscuring his eyes. “did practice run late?”

he avoids your gaze. “no, i spent the night playing uno with johnny, ten, and mark,” he admits.

you laugh. “must have been intense. i bet you were so burnt out from uno,” you sympathize with sarcasm. “but in general, don’t overexert yourself, okay? i know you’ve been busy, but you need to remember to take care of yourself.”

jaehyun nods, but a yawn rips out of his chest. you give him a knowing look, one that reads what did i say? which causes him to laugh. “yes sir,” he lazily responds.

“as tired as you may be, don’t go falling asleep on me now. the others are going to be here soon. what would they think, the guest of honor asleep at his own party?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.

he beams at the gesture. “give me more kisses and i’ll think about it,” he coaxes.

usually you don’t give in to his bratty demands, but seeing how tired he is reminds you of the accomplishments he’s achieved in the past year. a kiss is the least you could down. you lean down, breath fanning his lips, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

a few seconds pass, but the kiss never comes. when jaehyun opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see you’re no longer by his side, instead standing by the door. “that’s one way of telling a guy to come and get it,” he sighs, sitting up. he wearily rubs his eyes, blurry eyes watching you.

“sorry jae, taeil-hyung just texted saying they’re here,” you apologize. he sighs, eventually standing up after a few moments of stretching.

just as you had said, knocks resonate throughout your home, signalling their arrival. you peek through the peephole to verify their identities and sure enough, all nine other members stand outside, arms loaded. you undo the chain lock and swing the door open, greeting everyone.

“thanks for having us,” taeyong smiles, stepping into your home. everyone else echoes his message, but it comes out mumbled, like they hadn’t thought of saying anything until taeyong. the power a leader has, you suppose.

“no problem. here, let me grab some of the food.” you scurry over to jungwoo and mark, whose arms were loaded with the takeout you ordered.

as you grab a box of pizza from mark, johnny slaps you on the back. you nearly lurch forward and drop the pizza; if you had, johnny would be first on your hit list. “so jaehyun finally told you?” he asks with a grin.

“thank god. he spent days talking about ways to tell you, knowing how excited you’d be,” sicheng snorts, slipping off his shoes.

you laugh, especially when you see jaehyun spluttering in embarrassment. “you could’ve fooled me. all he did was waltz in and drop the news after he nearly fell asleep. made me feel like a proud parent and everything.”

“you may feel like one now, but wait until you watch him act. just going to be lots of cringing and teasing,” doyoung sneers, elbowing his shoulder.

yuta rolls his eyes. “like you’re one to talk, mr. lead actor.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “lead actor?!” doyoung laughs, answering your question. “good for you, hyung!”

jaehyun narrows his eyes. “why do you look more amazed at his news than mine?!”

i’m not a lightweight, you told yourself. i can handle whatever yuta throws at me, you told yourself.

you were sorely mistaken.

jaehyun notices this too, seeing you sway in your seat. he chuckles at the sight; you were never able to hold your liquor, and when you got drunk, you were quite the spontaneous drinker to deal with. one time you had drank so much that you cried over cute things, like when sicheng showed you a picture of his dogs. or the one time you were a man on a mission, flirting with all of the members. needless to say, that led to a very interested jaemin and a very pouty jaehyun.

you had initially planned on just sticking to soda, but yuta had wanted to make things more interesting and challenged you to a game of super smash bros. each time the loser lost, they would have to down a can of beer. despite your inability to hold your liquor, it activated your competitive nature. but of course, yuta is crazy good at any games he suggests, completely demolishing you with lucina. no matter which character you chose, you were just no match against him.

after several fruitless attempts, you’re seated between taeil and sicheng, who seem way too interested in the tteokbokki to notice your behavior. everyone else seems occupied, too; johnny, yuta, jungwoo, and donghyuck are playing mario kart 8, taeyong and mark are immersed in yet another one of their deep, contemplative conversations, and doyoung’s watching the whole scene unfold, supervising everyone (probably to ensure nothing ends up in flames). on the other hand, jaehyun’s sitting on your sofa, alternating between watching the four men in front of your television screaming and you in your tipsy state. he decides to stick with the latter.

eventually you lift your eyes up and make eye contact with jaehyun, who responds with a wink. seeing you flush and look away has his chest swelling with giddiness; you’re just too cute sometimes. the table isn’t far from the sofa, so he can hear any conversation that goes on there. he watches as you take another sip of your can, eyes shifting back and forth from the television and to him. you stare at him for a bit longer, eyes canvassing his face, his posture, his thoughts.

it seems sicheng notices your staring, sitting back down and nudging your shoulder. “what’s so interesting that it’s gotten your attention?” he asks, purposefully raising his voice so jaehyun can hear.

you flush at how loud he is, lazily putting a finger to your lips. “shhh, i’m staring at the pretty boy there.” you point your chin towards jaehyun, who pretends to not see. you’ve never been subtle when you were drunk, but telling you that would just lead to you loudly slurring your arguments. “do you know if he’s dating anyone?”

jaehyun nearly spits out his beer. of all the times you’ve gotten drunk, you’ve never once forgotten that you were his boyfriend - if anything, you were all too eager to prove just how much you belonged to him. he’s not sure whether to feel startled or amused.

sicheng chooses the latter, a smirk forming. “yeah, he has a boyfriend,” he tells you. jaehyun hopes you’ll realize that you’re the boyfriend in question, but seeing how you deflate like a balloon, he guesses not. he questions how much you’ve had to drink.

you slide off of your chair, pouting. “of course a guy as attractive as him has a boyfriend. i’m not surprised,” you grumble, crossing your arms. jaehyun can’t help the amused smirk that makes its way on his face. watching you envy yourself for being his boyfriend is very amusing.

sicheng must feel the same, stifling his laughter. “don’t look so bitter, (name). his boyfriend’s a good guy.”

you pout, crossing your arms. “well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” you boast, standing up.

sicheng can only watch in amusement as you stagger towards the kitchen. if only you knew how strange that statement was. “if you’re so confident about that, then what are you doing? planning on hiding in the kitchen to wallow on your sorrows?” he teases.

“i’m not!” you protest. “i’m just going to get some water because i’m dizzy as fuck and possibly cry about how single i am.” you mumble the last part, though because sicheng has uncanny hearing, he probably heard, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by.

jaehyun decides it’s time to intercept, because as amusing as things were, he hoped you weren’t actually going to cry about being single, especially since you had no reason to. he stops by the dining table where taeil and sicheng are. “so i heard you and (name) were talking about me.”

sicheng snorts, rolling his eyes. “just because we said pretty boys doesn’t mean we were talking about you.”

though unaware of the topic, taeil leans in, chewing on a mouthful of pizza. “yeah, for all we know, he could be talking about me!” he chirps. he’s met with an annoyed glare from sicheng (though both of them can see him stifling his laughter), which he responds with an air kiss. typical taeil.

“well, i’m going to check up on him. i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,” he teases. taeil looks a little too happy at the joke, whereas sicheng threatens to stab him with a fork. it’s amusing watching their reactions, considering how everyone around them already knows that they’re dating. those two just haven’t admitted anything yet.

he follows you into the kitchen, though you don’t seem to notice, too busy pouring yourself a glass of cold water. “(name),” he greets.

you jump in surprise, nearly spilling water on yourself. when you turn to face jaehyun, your confident nature immediately disappears, quickly replaced with one of bashfulness. “you know me?” you ask, in awe of how said pretty boy could possibly recognize you.

if only you knew just how well he knew you, he thinks to himself. instead, he decides to play along; you’re obviously too drunk to realize how silly this seems. “i do,” he hums, patting your shoulder. he isn’t sure if your red cheeks are from the alcohol or him, though he hopes for the latter. he never gets less prideful when you get all shy because of him.

hoping to maintain the confident facade you had earlier, you quickly clear your throat, looking away. “how can i help you?” you ask, taking a sip of your water.

“well, i was hoping if we could talk in a more... private area?” he asks.

you nearly spit out your water, eyes the size of saucers. he has to stop himself from laughing, afraid the drunk you would get the wrong impression. “just to talk, that’s all. it’s kind of loud here, don’t you think?”

the screams from the living room (which are mainly from johnny and donghyuck and the occasional ones of distress from taeyong) and the volume of the television are evidence enough, so you nod in agreement. “yeah, sure.”

“perfect. let’s go then~” jaehyun laces your fingers together before you can say anything, and your ears are practically fuming with smoke. you’re too distracted by his touch to question how he knows where your bedroom is. when you both enter your room, he flops down on your bed, patting the empty spot beside him. at this, you gasp, scandalized and very flustered. he chuckles at how shy you’ve gotten, shaking his head. “my my (name), get your head out of the gutter. we’re not going to do anything... unless you want to,” he flirts.

jaehyun never tries to take advantage of you, especially when you’re not sober. but when the sober you would throw pillows (or anything that wouldn’t actually hurt him) at him for flirting with you, the drunk you would always fire back with equally flirty remarks, or the shy you would just splutter in embarrassment. he can’t help it, spewing sweet nothings to you - you’re just too fun to mess with for him to not to, especially when you’re drunk.

reluctantly you place your water on your bedside table and lower yourself beside him, heart thumping erratically. he chuckles at how timid you are, a stark contrast from the snarky (name) that he knows so well. he turns to face you, both of your faces only centimetres apart. the smell of alcohol lingers on both of you, though it isn’t as prominent on him as it is on you. he makes a mental note to ask yuta how much you’ve had.

you squeak at how close you two are, hands flying to cover your face. “you have a boyfriend,” you whisper. you’re undeniably flustered, but you would rather die than be known as a homewrecker!

his laugh startles you, even more so when he presses a hand to the small of your back. you look like you’ve committed a heinous crime, potentially causing an attractive man like jaehyun to cheat on his boyfriend. the statement is so abusrd though, considering how you’re the boyfriend in question. “i do, you are right. he won’t be mad at me, though,” he hums, leaning in so close your noses would touch if it weren’t for the makeshift barrier you’ve made from your hands. you flush red in embarrassment, hiding your eyes behind your hands. if you make eye contact with him, you’re sure you’re going to melt into a puddle.

“even if he didn’t mind, i don’t think we should be doing this. i know i wouldn’t be happy if my boyfriend did this,” you whisper.

jaehyun sure is having a field day with this. you’re too flustered and worried to notice the pure look of adoration he’s giving you. “call it a hunch,” he says. “i promise you, he won’t be mad at this.”

“why?”

“you’ll find out tomorrow.” he pauses as a yawn rips out of his chest. “i’m really tired, so i’m going to sleep. the boys probably won’t quiet down on my account, anyways. you can always go back to them if you want, though,” he offers. a small part of him hopes for you to stay and cuddle with him, but judging how you’re so sure he has a boyfriend who would be absolutely devastated for literally sleeping with another man and how you have no knowledge of where you stand, he wouldn’t be surprised if you left.

what does surprise him, though, is when you stay rooted in your spot on the bed. “i’m tired, too,” you say.

jaehyun smiles so sweetly, the one that has his eyes dripping with honey, that your hands fly up to cover your face again. his boyfriend must be lucky to see that sight all of the time, you bitterly think to yourself. still, even if you’re not sure why he’s flirting with you or where you stand, you decide to savor every moment that you get to spend with him. even if you don’t really know who pretty boy is, he’s sweet and kind. plus, only a fool would cover their eyes when someone as beautiful as him lays before you.

he moves an arm to pat your thigh when he freezes in midair, remembering how he’s supposed to have a boyfriend to stay loyal to (even though he’s right in front of him). he retracts his arm and instead pulls your blanket to cover your lower bodies. “goodnight, (name),” he hums, shutting his eyes.

before jaehyun can begin the long process of trying to fall asleep, he feels you tug at his t-shirt. cracking an eye open, he sees you laying before him, staring at him with curious eyes and red cheeks. oh no, now he’s really tempted to kiss you. you’re impossibly adorable, seeing how vulnerable and curious you are. “yes?” he hums, trying to stay awake. the effects from last night’s uno matches have really begin to take a toll on him.

“i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to ask, but may i know your name?” you ask.

jaehyun chuckles. he’s flirted with you and is even sleeping in the same bed as you, yet he’s forgotten the basic courtesy that is introductions. he didn’t think he would’ve needed it, considering how you’re his boyfriend. but then again, you’ve forgotten that you are his boyfriend. “my name’s yoonoh, but you can call me jaehyun or jae.”

no one actually calls him jae except for you. it’s a short and simple nickname that you have for him, nothing endearing. but because it’s something that only you call him, even though there isn’t a meaning to it, he’s grown fond of the way it sounds leaving your lips. which is why hearing it from anyone that isn’t you only leaves a weird taste on his tongue.

you’re so drunk you don’t even remember jaehyun, nor who he is to you, so it isn’t surprising that you stick with jaehyun instead. he doesn’t mind though, because he knows when you’re sober again he’ll hear you calling him jae and cuddling into him and doing all of the coupley things he wasn’t able to do tonight.

wow, jaehyun really is a lovesick fool. it’s only been one night of not being able to cuddle or kiss you, but he feels like he’s missed a whole eternity of them. he really isn’t sure how he’s lived before you came into his life.

for an hour, you pester jaehyun on how you two became acquainted and who you were to him. he indulged you, of course, purposefully skipping over the part of you becoming boyfriends and doing things that friends definitely didn’t do. his stories seem to be an effective way of getting you to sleep, because in the middle of a story of how a pair of swapped backpacks led to your relationship, you’re lulled to sleep, tired hands clutching onto his t-shirt.

he can only chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on your nose. you’ll sure be in for a storm when you sober up tomorrow morning.

your jaw drops as you stare at the video on doyoung’s phone. it’s of you and sicheng, and right now you can only watch in horror as you pester him for information on the pretty boy you were so interested in last night. you have no recollection of last night’s events, though watching the video makes you glad you don’t. the problem is, the boys were there to witness them, even recording evidence of it on their phones. you’ve already seen pictures that johnny and taeyong have taken from when you and jaehyun were cuddling in your bed.

“please tell me that isn’t me,” you whisper, utterly mortified.

mark pats your shoulder in sympathy. “that’s you, all right.”

at his confirmation, you groan, burying your face in your hands. doyoung and donghyuck are cackling at your demise, with sicheng reciting your complaints word from word to a very amused johnny and yuta.

“...and then he was like well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” sicheng mimics, purposefully raising his voice an octave higher as he mocks you. out of embarrassment, you reach for a pillow on your couch and fling it at him. unlike jaehyun, he’s very good at dodging, proven when he ducks. instead, the pillow smacks yuta square in the face. he throws it back at you with even more force.

you duck, the pillow smacking an unsuspecting jaehyun. he really is horrible at dodging things - how shameful. “what the hell was that for?” he splutters, picking it up from the floor.

you turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. “you watched me make an utter fool out of myself, and you didn’t once try to do anything about it?” you hiss.

jaehyun frowns in confusion until doyoung dangles his phone in front of his face. when he watches the video, his face eventually contorts to one of amusement. “oh, that.”

your face is red with embarrassment. “yeah, that! like seriously? where is your loyalty? do you not care about my well being? you know how vicious these monsters can be!” you whine, gesturing at the said nine monsters behind you.

he nonchalantly shrugs, though you can see the corners of his lips threatening to curl into a smirk. “i do, but you were just too cute, seeing you all flustered. what about my own well being, huh? seeing you like that isn’t good for my heart,” he coos.

your heart leaps, but you mask it by smothering his face with a pillow. “you’re the worst,” you grumble.

“you act like you don’t like it, but i know you do~” he retaliates, albeit muffled from the pillow.

behind you two stands nine other boys, obviously unimpressed. watching you two engage in petty banter is always amusing, but not when it makes you flustered and encourages jaehyun to flirt with you like the cheesy, lovesick fool he is. “they’re so gross,” donghyuck gags.

johnny nods in agreement. “let’s get out of here before they start fucking on the counter.”

at johnny’s comment, you turn away from jaehyun so fast you swear you hear your neck crack. “do you have no filter?!” you shriek, exasperated.

with your guard down, jaehyun takes this as a chance to wrap his arms around your waist. a noise of surprise leaves your throat as he places his chin on your shoulder. “you’re so mean, (name). i liked the shy you a lot better~” he hums.

the other boys don’t even blink. “we’re going to leave now before things get bloody. good luck, (name),” taeyong says, saluting you.

jaehyun’s already tugging at the hem of your shirt and peppering your neck with kisses by the time the boys leave.

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1997devil · 4 years

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heaven

paring: seungcheol x fem reader

w.c.: 1.3k

includes: oral (fem receiving), morning sex, mentions of alcohol

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your head starts to pound when your eyes face the early morning sunlight. something heavy circles around your waist.

it feels like your joints have been locked into place as you try to get up from under the covers. you keep your groan in as you rub the sleep and the ache from your eyes, and seungcheol’s arm falls to the bed with a cushioned thud due to your departure from his hold.

you manage to trudge into the bathroom and nearly knock the cup holding your toothbrush over, though your reflexes– quick for a hungover morning like this one– catches it before it clatters against the sink, which would definitely have gotten seungcheol up.

when you return to the bedroom seungcheol has one arm bent, palm sandwiched between his head and the pillow he lays on. he still has his eyes closed, still has his arm on your side of the bed. you accidentally stumble on his house slippers and you groan at the pain that shoots through your toes to your calves. you settle back on the bed with a loud grunt, hand slamming on the nightstand in an attempt to find your phone.

“we are never going drinking on a weekday ever again,” you grumble, eventually finding the little device drowning amidst your covers. you actually woke up around the same time as you would before you have to leave for work, years of routine settling into your muscles. seungcheol seems glued to the mattress, only rolling over for his arm to return to its position around your bare tummy, chasing for the warmth you provide. he presses light kisses to your hips, the line of your body, spelling out good morning before settling behind you.

“you didn’t seem to share the same sentiment last night,” he retorts, fingers leaving light trails on your body. he knows you need to get up again to get ready for work, but on days like this, he knows you won’t be able to resist the warm beckoning of your bed and his touch.

when you attempt to push yourself off of the mattress to get to your closet seungcheol lets out a whine, tightening his hold around your waist, acting as a seatbelt. you sigh, already knowing what seungcheol is planning to do, and you’re already close to caving. you’d much rather stay home than face your job, leaning much more towards the idea of staying in bed and nursing this bitch of a hangover. you’ll have to complain at soonyoung for shoving you too many tequila shots last night.

“cheol,” you try to speak, interrupted by seungcheol’s little nips on your shoulder, now having fully risen to a sitting position. his bare chest cushions your back, and you shudder at the burning feeling that envelops your whole body of your skin pressed against his. “i need to go to work.”

“mmm,” he hums, obviously intending on doing the opposite of what you’re asking him. “the company won’t die just because you ditch one day,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath warm and tickling

“yes, but i will under the hands of my boss if i do,” your hands travel to behind you, weaving your fingers into seungcheol’s black tresses, pressing him closer to you as he continues his ministrations along your jaw and neck.

“she’ll have to get over my dead body,” he takes the final blow, moving backwards so he can turn you around, letting you lay on the mattress again. he moves up to kiss the corner of your mouth, hands pushing you down, not that you’re showing any resistance. you quickly melt against his kisses, letting out the soft moans that drive seungcheol crazy. you can’t let out any more excuses, not that seungcheol’s allowing you to with the way he has your lips locked with his, tongues knotting with each other.

his fingers travel to the waistband of your underwear, his lips now making their way to your breasts, biting and tugging on your nipples, before he settles right above your clothed clit after skimming through your tummy and hips. if your muscles felt like swimming in molasses earlier then it’s all melted off into soft waves, the way seungcheol’s touch has always made you feel.

seungcheol tugs off your underwear that are already soiled from how worked up you are. he takes his fingertips, languidly dragging them on your sensitive skin, collecting the wetness that’s amassed on your sex, gushing to the inner parts of your thighs as well. he slowly pushes one digit in, lips stretching into a satisfied smirk as you let out a gasp and a whine at the feeling.

he slowly pumps before he adds another finger. his lips ghost over your clit, tongue skittish as he gives kitten licks to your pussy. the added instrument works in tandem with his digits towards your ultimate demise, and you can only surrender to the feeling.

you don’t seem like you’ll last long, head already slowly thrashing to the side, hips rising from the mattress as you chase after his fingers. all it takes is a choppy, “pl-please–ah!– s-seungcheol,” dropping from your lips before he retracts. he slips his cock from his briefs, cursing under his breath at the contact when his palm wraps around his length.

you push yourself up, on your elbows, as you watch seungcheol prepare himself. he fleetingly remembers to grab a condom, rummaging around in the nightstand drawer, fingers hurriedly tearing open one of the foil packages, wrapping himself up. then he inches closer to you before he pushes in in one quick thrust.

he manages a few more pumps before you give in to the feeling and lay back down on the bed, hair splayed out against the pillows. seungcheol thinks you’re always beautiful, but he can’t and won’t ever get enough of how angelic you look especially right now, chest bouncing as he slowly pounds into you, mouth open and letting out moans, soft from your unused throat in the mornings.

it’s great, but it’s not enough. he quickly slips out, relishing in the whine you let out when you feel empty again, but he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, lifting you by your hips and bending you by your knees. as he reenters you, it doesn’t take him long until he pushes against your sweet spot, the new position allowing him more control and rule to take you to the heavens.

you and seungcheol act out the juxtaposition to the otherwise innocent morning as the room fills with the sounds of your unabashed moans and skin slapping. your fingers grip and tug on the bedsheets, while his travels up to your hair, tugging you up so that your back is to his chest. his groans that spill into your ears spur you on even more than you can think of, and before you know it you’re coming hot and hard, your walls clamping down on his cock as he keeps thrusting, dragging your orgasm out. his soft calls of your name exchanging with pleads and “baby”s accompany his orgasm.

“fuck,” seungcheol mutters as he finally pulls out. he pulls the rubber off of his cock, tying it up before he gets off of the bed, padding over to the bathroom to throw it out and grab a little towel to clean you up. you’re already standing in front of him when he turns around, your eyes glinting at him, as you bite on your lip. your jaw nudges in the direction of the shower box as you mutter, “wanna clean me off in there?”

just how is he supposed to say no?

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