#this is longggggg again i just will not shut up

[hwathinker]

"you like that, eh? aw, don't cry. shut your fucking mouth and take this cock like a good girl you are."

oh that?? well.. here's the thing. at the start of your relationship with seonghwa years ago, he has always remind you that if you feel uncomfortable whenever you have sex, you should always tell him about it. you've always keep that in mind until you finally grew comfy with him. and now.. what did you do? you fucked up, messed with him by teasing him with;

"hmm.. i think im still not comfy with the size." "im okay, i can take your cock" "wait no! i think it doesn't fit." "no, i think it does." "ahh shit! it doesn't!"

he started to lose temper, his dick pressing hard against his sweats as if he's not impatient to fill you up. as for you.. you like to tease seonghwa like he's some kind of joke. wearing such a short shorts that your fucking panties goes visible, and that your nipples literally poked out of your hello kitty crop top, also exposing half of your body. so.. thats how you ended up bending over on the bed, face buried into the pillows with the both of your hands being held by him from the back. and his cock.. don't even say it again. he plays your folds with his tip like a fucking tease.

"a-ah.. hwa.. please? let me have some of that dick inside.." you begged, voiced almost muffled by the fabrics. seonghwa chuckled, pressing the head hard to your entrance till it went it a little. only the tip. "oh you gotta be nice for that one. i only gave in earlier because you begged like a good fucking girl. but why do you have to scold how my pace is slow or not? shit makes me insane you know.. these pretty pussy are not good enough to be filled. i need the owner to beg more." seonghwa spanks your already red with hand prints ass, exciting him more by the sound you made. "c'mon princess. don't you have something to say to me?" he once again took the head back out, thrusting in between your wet ass. "mmh.. please just.. please hwa.. need your pretty cock inside me, fill your princess up please..? i swear i'll be good.." you cried, pushing your body against him to feel his dick once more.

seonghwa clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and helping you roll to your back and facing him. you sighed in tiredness of the position for at least.. an hour? seonghwa aligned his cock at your entrance, holding your hip while the other is sliding his dick in. you arched your back to the feeling. "gosh... your dick 's so fucking good.." you moaned. seonghwa fell on your shoulder, head buried deep into it as he thrusts his hips to yours. he bit your neck, making a small love bruise on it. "oh fuck, you're god damn pretty being filled in like this.. fucking moan like a slut more and i'll cum inside you. you're mine baby." he breathed heavily, mixing them with his moans as your pussy and his cock making filthy sounds that fills in the room.

you moaned, loudly and sweetly in his ear. you knew what you were doing, and of course its on purpose. so he'd fill you up like you wanted him to. "fucking hell, im fucking close baby, please don't stop." he moaned. his hands dug deep into your skin, pace going fast as he's close to cumming. "aah.. so good. good girl hm?" his hips started to grow more slow, your breathes slowing down after coming on each other. seonghwa thrusts in a few more times to ride his high, then pulling it out ad he watches your dripping wet cunt. "god.. your pussy is so fucking pretty like this." he licked his lips, fingers weren't wasting a second to caress your wet folds. he pushed the remain liquids into you with his fingers, basically overstimulating you. "mmh,, can't take it anymore.. sensitive." you said, legs shaking from hours of teasing and a hot sex you just got.

"come on baby, let me take you to the bathroom. a good girl deserves it."

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GOD I FINALLY POSTED AFTER A LONGGGGGG FUCKING TIMEEE 😫😫 i missed writing filthy seonghwa drabbles sm bro KSKSSJJSSBD but hey!!!! i found a time to finish this yayy woohoo shai is finally free!!!! 😼😼😼 hope ya'll liked this ass lol the fuck

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateez smut #hwathinker⦮⑅⦯ #ateez fic #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #imagines #ateez imagine #seonghwa imagine #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #kpop smut #seonghwa fic #seonghwa drabble #park seonghwa smut

[levisforgottentea]

Switch Eren who is an absolute simp for reader, being super loud when he’s fucking into her

Who would even write about ere-

I LOVE YOU ANON😍😍‼️

Switch!! Eren who is an absolute fucking simp for reader, absolutely whipped. I cannot stress this enough. Absolutely WHIPPED. Like u see that speech about mikasa in the last rp? he is one obsessed babe. He would go absolutely feral just thinking about you. I just know he was biting the bars of his enclosure so hard😍

Switch!! Eren who tries subtly hinting to you that he’s whipped for u. Even Levi is invested at this point. I just know he’s the type to almost pull out his hair when you walk away, biting his fist from screaming and everything. (Might accidentally transform once or twice when he just got the powers)

Switch!! Eren who at the same time as he’s whipped, just wants to keep you so safe. Someone spoke badly about u? Man’s FIGHTING and he’s got them on the floor or something like ‘say it again. Fucking say it again’

Now onto season four Eren😍

Switch!! Eren who pulls you aside when you have important shit to do just to kiss you, feel you up before you leave him so fucking hot and bothered. He’s running laps. Might even kick his legs and giggle and twirl his long hair while talking to armin. (“Didn’t think you’d say something THAT pathetic”)

Switch!! Eren who finally manages to get a hold of you while you’re doing some rapports with Hanji and he just rips you from your work as he pulls you almost by the hair to his room. Throws you inside and absolutely munches. This man is such a munch I know it. Like I’m talking he has that pussy DRIPPING down his chin and he doesn’t care and just fucking leaves. If he had a beard it would be red like ginger. Omfg cannot get enough of it

Switch!! Eren who is finally done eating you out and you jump at the opportunity to get on top of him(lol if you have the strength after all that) and wrap a hand around his throat as you feel that grumble of his moans get caught. Man might even whimper as you choke him.

Switch!! Eren who is so easily fucked dumb as you ride him. He’s just nodding and agreeing to everything you say. He’s whipped. Then you switch positions and man has this pace like LAWD. And he’s loud, so loud. Not just the bed slamming but the whimpering. Man after all that he’s probably gonna be moved to that basement like in season 1 of the new hq. Captain Levi couldn’t look him in the eye for a few weeks after that.

Switch!! Eren who finally comes back to his thoughts and he smirk, biting his lip and slaps your ass so hard, yapping about how you’re all his when in reality you have him wrapped around your fingers.

Switch!! Eren who cums inside you, when he’s done you’re gonna pull your doe eyes “more please” and man is GONE. Rutting against you like an inexperienced virgin.

But when all comes crashing down he’s a good lover afterwards. Definitely clean you both up and help you to the bathroom.

“Stop watching me pee, Eren”

“You’re so pretty with those hickeys, and that bed head. You’re so gorgeous I’m gonna implode- you-“

“Shhh you’re so loud”

Then there’s a harsh slam against the bathroom door and a stern shut-the-fuck-up-it’s-4am from Levi

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AN: Bros the definition of 😍 love eren though. Thanks for putting the thought in my head👩‍🍳 ALSO MY FIRST ASK IN SO LONGGGGGG THANKS ANON😍

#attack on titan eren #eren x you #eren yeager #attack on titan #male reader #aot #gn reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fandom #snk scenarios #head empty except for this #eren jaeger #eren aot #eren jeager smut #eren headcanons #dom!reader #sub eren #switch eren #switch reader

[sl33paholics]

Eternal Eden

Jotaro Kujo (4) x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (no shit), nipple play, misuse of stands (if you squint), impregnation (it's canon alr!?), overstimulation, slang, odaxelagnia, errrrr I can't be bothered to list all the shit here. You'll see once you read

Y'all ever wonder what Jotaro's wedding was like? Or even the honeymoon? I don't, but here I am writing it for the sake to feed y'all and go back into hibernation. This may be longggggg so strap in. Also, I'm sorry for the setbacks. By the time this comes out, it's either Thanksgiving or the day before :P

Dt: @crypticspacecat and whoever wants to get tagged

You're currently sitting in front of your now newly engaged husband on the edge of the four poster bed, dressed in your finest errortic nightgown that Jotaro wanted you to wear. You're trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach by telling yourself that it's a casual thing. Of course, this happens. It's your honeymoon, after all! He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your position on the bed, biting your lip. Jotaro looked absolutely striking, that toned athletic physique of his showing through his loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but notice his teal eyes were glinting mischievously in anticipation.

As he got closer to you, you moved back, eventually laying your full body on the bed as he cralwed on top of you. The smell of crème de cacao filling up the air from the candles he lit made you feel giddy, just him staring down at you, so close. His teal colored eyes looked into yours, and he whispered, "What do you think?" Your heart skipped a beat at his voice that was low, deep, husky, and you felt a shiver going down your spine. Leaning in for a kiss, you felt his lips against your plumply parted ones, kissing you softly and slowly. Jotaro pulled away only to lean forward again, pressing his lips onto yours more firmly.

The sound of an old fashioned clock ticking filled the silence as Jotaro trailed kisses along your jawline and neck, making you moan out in pleasure at the sensation of his soft yet firm lips moving along your exposed skin. You felt him chuckle against your neck as you moaned again, feeling the tickle of stubble grazing over your sensitive flesh, and you reached up, running your hands through his black hair. When Jotaro finally pulled away for real this time, he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but never like this, so much naked skin being shown to you. Not to mention the scars littered across his chest and arms, from fights he'd been in throughout his life. In a disheveled heap as he leaned back down, kissing your lips hungrily.

Jotaro carelessly began to remove your nightgown from you. You could hear his breathing becoming unsteady already just by looking at him, and you giggled quietly at his reaction. He looked adorable. He really did. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and began to grope your breasts. His large fingers lightly brushed over the nipples and when he squeezed them gently, you let out a low whimper, grabbing his shoulders as he began to pinch them, sending a rush of sensation throughout your body. As Jotaro rubbed your hardened nipples, your eyes fluttered shut. He even had the audacity to give them a twist and pull on them, making you gasp out in pleasure.

The sudden grinding caught you off guard, and you opened your eyes, looking directly into his blue ones. Looking into his eyes as they darkened, seeing lust and desire swirls in those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, almost as if they were dancing around inside those irises. As it continued, you could feel his cock harden in his shorts, the dick print seemingly visible in front of you. Gosh, it made you throb hard.

Within a blink of an eye, his shorts and boxers are now off. The two of you both laid on your sides facing the same direction. "Damn you, Kujo!" You exclaimed as you watched his hard, bulging cock spring up between your legs, his length hitting your clit in that most delightful spot. You couldn't help but let out a small yelp, and you heard him laugh a little breathily. His fingers doing magic rubbing your clit in a circle motion and then pinching it in unison with the movement of his finger and thumb. You felt the familiar tingle spread throughout your body, and you began moaning louder. Your soaked pussy making you go crazy.

You watched him move his face towards your neck as he kissed you there, biting down and sucking on the delicate skin. Your head fell back onto the bed as his mouth left marks and nips along your neck as he went. Slowly raising up your knee, gripping onto the bedsheets, you felt the warm moisture from your juices pool below your thigh. The tip slowly goes inside of you, feeling the sharp pain made you jolt. Jotaro quietly reassures you by whispering, "It'll be okay," and you feel another wave of heat spread through you. He gave you a moment to adjust, little by little, getting used to how slick and tight your opening was. The friction of your inner walls and the cold air made your legs weak, but the painful pleasure made you feel good, too. His cock was fully in you.

Jotaro started off with slow, careful thrusts. Taking his time, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, and the way you made sounds of pleasure every time he bucked his hips. You were getting turned on by his gentle touches, and he knew it, taking care not to hurt you. Soon, though, your moans became higher pitched, needy, needy noises, which he loved hearing as he kept pumping in and out of you. The tension was building fast, and Jotaro was having a bit of difficulty holding himself back.

Soon enough, the pace picked up as Jotaro increased his strokes, making you cry out. The man was beginning to hit the spot you wanted, the spot you've craved for years now. You've never felt your legs shake so much in your entire life, or your whole body shake so violently like this. "Fuck, Jotaro! Fuck me!" You shouted. He seemed to take note of your tone and speed up his movements, and soon he was pounding harder and harder. The friction was increasing, building up in intensity as you felt yourself coming apart. And soon you felt it, your body spasming and clenching around his cock. "Ah, fuck!" You screamed out in pleasure.

With Jotaro suddenly pulling out, it caught you off guard. You felt your body being turned to be laid flat down. Your legs suddenly being lifted up and spread wide open, you're too dazed to see if it was Jotaro doing it or your body acting on its own, as if another pair of hands were doing the dirty work for him.

As you felt Jotaro's hands gripping onto your waist, his hard cock enters your soaked pussy, he let out a deep primal groan at the sensation as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts became harsher and faster, and you gripped onto him tighter, crying out Jotaro's name over and over again in pleasure. His hot, heavy breaths hitting your ear as he grunts, "Fuck, I'm close." Your drunkenly expression looked down to see his bulge appearing and disappearing with every thrust. The sight was exotic. Almost hypnotic.

"God!" You cried out, feeling waves of ecstasy roll over you as his seed spurted inside of you. You gasped in delight as your orgasm hit you hard, causing you to scream his name. You're for sure that it he got you pregnant right here, and now, you wouldn't have minded in the slightest.

Jotaro stared down at you, that pretty face of yours now covered by tear trials and your plumply lips being a bit bruised from the rough kissing. It made him want to go for around two, but he knew that you couldn't take it all. Jotaro slowly pulls out from between you and lays down next to you, still panting as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his sweaty forehead. You snuggle up against him, wrapping your arms around him as you look up at him. Those eyes still had lust behind them, but for sure, your body was sore and exhausted.

He gazed down at you, and you smiled brightly up at him as he pressed a light kiss to your temple. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him tightly against you as the two of you just lay there, content and relaxed.

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #black writers #female writers #yandere jojo #fluff #poc writer #x black fem reader #x black reader #black reader #character x you #jotaro kujo x reader #jojo jotaro #jjba part 4 #jjba fanfic #jojos bizarre adventure #poc reader

[aesterblaster]

HELLO!! I WOULD LOVE TO MAKE A REQUEST, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING WHERE Rin,Kaiser,Isagi,Bachira, and Chigiri MEET Y/N ON THEIR LIVE STREAM WHERE Y/N IS SAYING HOW GOOD THEY ARE AT SOCCER/FOOTBALL AND PRAISING THEM AND THEY NOTICE IT? HOW WOULD THEY REACT?? AND THEY INVITE Y/N TO A "Date" JUST TO GET ALONG WITH Y/N?? HOW WOULD THEIR ACTIONS CHANGE?? WOULD THEY SMILE?? WOULD THEY MAKE THEMSELVES COOLER??? TY FOR READER AND TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO DO THIS🙃

NO PROBLEM <3 DID THEM INDIVIDUALLY I HOPE THAT'S OK ...WARNING IT'S LONGGGGGG SO THIS IS PT 1

You..You Think I'm Cool?

Songs: Ella Baila Sola - Eslabon Armando / Star Team - Lastclass / Rock Your Body (jerseyclub) - ProdByAbnormal

Characters: Rin , Kaiser

Rin

Honestly he was reluctant about the whole streaming thing

He was for one, worried about his privacy, and for another thing, pretty damn bad at all the video games his manager suggested

So you best believe bro was getting hated on

"Chat...chat, shut up, I'm trying to focus. What the hell, how do I switch perspectives!?" Rin swore he was going to strangle his manager the next time he saw him. Sure, this was supposed to be a publicity stunt, the hot new thing was streaming and Rin had next to no interaction with his fans yadda yadda, but if anything he felt like this was hurting his public image. It took him 10 minutes yesterday to figure out how to switch weapons without blowing himself up or wasting ammo in the process. And to make things worse, his brother was already pretty popular on the streaming site just doing meditation and daily skincare. That would've been the easier route probably but he'd rather be damned to hell than risk making it look like he was copying Sae.

That didn't stop his brothers rabid fans from decending on his chat though, making it run 20 miles per hour with insults and comparisons. "Why is he wearing a hoodie? I bet he's chubbier than Sae and scared to show it." "Your brother could probably beat you at this too" "Remember when Sae's bf kicked you in the face LOL" So Rin decides to ignore it, or try to. He hates to let these trolls get to him. He knows there will be clips all over social media but he can feel the veins in his forehead bulging with every missed shot on his video game and every extra jab from each comment. Just as he feared they're picking apart every last detail of his setup, his carrer and of course someone from the chat logs into the game just to camp and kill him over and over again.

The internet is a cruel, cruel place, but that doesn't mean there is no good. "(Y/URL) sent a voice message!" Rin jumps, he didn't even know the platform could read things out loud. "Hello! I just wanted to say don't listen to these asshats! You're an amazing strategist and player and I've admired you since your first match. You deserve to be called the GOAT of every game you're in." Rin doesn't smile at the compliment, it doesn't mean anything if he hasn't beaten his brother yet right? But the athlete's forehead does get a bit less vascular and his cheeks less flushed in anger and more in surprise at the kind comment. He ends up tentatively responding, "Thanks, uhh, (Y/URL) for tuning in..." And then, against his better judgement, he goes off script from what his manager told him to say. Asking how your day's going and starting a conversation.

He's still horrible at this game, but at least up until the stream ends he had one kind interaction. Maybe he will stream again tomorrow...

Kaiser

The fact that your comment even got noticed is a damn miracle

So many fans.. ngl the only way you'd be able to get his attention is with a weird question

Kaiser honestly wishes that Ness would stop trying to jump into his stream every five seconds. For once he's trying to do an actually serious little sit down and talk with his fans and the lunatic keeps showing up behind him in his shots and answering questions next to him. The comments on his stream are a mix of different languages, all of them have the same excited tone though. While he's trying to shoo Ness out of the room it's revealed that he's wearing boxers with no pants. Of course, Kaiser genuinely doesn't care about his fans seeing his body. He's posted so many different mirror selfies that there are edits online just using those photos of him instead of footage from his games. What can he say, he likes showing off his tattoos.

Kaiser usually streams talks and answering questions once a month but this is the second time this month because one of his sponsors recently got in a huge scandal. Unfortunately, there was a photo floating around of him shaking hands with some bigwig that turned out to be a creep and now everyone was jumping up to cancel him. The blonde said that he didn't care and he knew that it would all blow over, but anyone close to him knew that this was affecting him more than he lead on. He fed off and thrived off the praise others gave him, no matter how much he degraded and disregarded the people around him his fans undying adoration spoke to his ego in a way few things could. So to watch those thirst comments disappear in favor of accusations, sarcasm and negative emotes made him squirm a bit. No wonder Ness kept trying to jump in a take the heat for him.

He skimmed a few comments, refuting and responding where he could until he got to your comment. Extremely out of place among the others, it was a simple gushing of praise before finishing off with "and how did you come up with your signature move?" His back straightens. "Ahahah, thank you. Of course I'm one of the world's best players and honestly it was quite easy. After a few years of practice and watching back many of my matches I realized how great my balance and poise was...." This leads to about an hour long ramble, much to the horror of everyone else watching the stream. Kaiser doesn't care though. Someone, after all, is watching this on the other side of the stream and feeling very special having all his attention to themselves.

"Of course, it all comes from the hips, and if you didn't live so far away maybe I could demonstrate for you." he ends with a wink before seemlessly going back to the other commenters.

#gonna do all the other characters in one fell swoop in the next fic #blue lock #bllk #asks #bluelock #bllk x reader #kaiser x yn #rin x yn #blue lock hcs

[sirtadcooper]

10-20 please 🥰

Phew! Thanks for putting me to work, Joy! <3

10: An old creation that will always have a special place in your heart

Answered here and here. Another one is this Pearl Mackie edit. I made five edits in this style of the Doctor Who cast and Steven Moffat, but this one is the neatest I think. I drew the doodles myself, I like the navy colour and of course Pearl’s orange nail polish in the middle photo!

11: A new creation that you’re very proud of!

Answered here and here. Another one is Starring Pedro Pascal - it came out pretty well, I think! I used to make edits like this with a fading effect but I was doing it manually with opacity and duplicating layers (I think there is a way to do it in Timeline but I don’t know how to do it) but this time I just went with no transition between the photos in the background and I think it actually looks better for it.

12: Pick your favourite creation of yours based on the colour palette

These Jim Kirk icons. I made these slap bang in the middle of two huge editing breaks, but I was very pleased with them. I was obsessed with Star Trek: TOS at the time and I wanted a new icon so I made these. I ended up keeping the green one with stars as my icon from October 2019 up until February this year. This colour palette suits this screencap perfectly, well done me, haha!

13: What is your preferred format? Moodboards, gifsets, poster sets…?

Any of these done well I will fall head over heels for! @radiantskywalker does fantastic moodboards, @sylvia-tilly made many inspiring ones back in the day. I have made a few myself but they’re not on par with those two at all. @millenniumsfalcon and @trashcora spring to mind for their stunning gifsets. Guess who I immediately thought of for posters? You have three guess but you won’t need them, it’s @sith-maul.

I realise I have not answered the question, and I guess that’s because I don’t stick to one format - I jump around all over the place. In terms of edits I have recently developed a clear style of inverted colours, best demonstrated here and here and here. So I guess I love edits because they get more notes than headers or icons, but! That feeling you get when someone uses one of your headers or icons? Unmatched.

Wait, I’ve got it! My answer to this question is anything but gifs. I have a love/hate relationship with gifs, in that I mostly hate them but I love to know how they are made.

I really belong on Tumblr, huh?

14: A fandom you want to create more content for!

I want to make some things for Star Wars and Rogue One! I haven’t made anything for them at all yet because I keep getting distracted by how much I love Din and Grogu and that’s perfectly understandable, I think. 

15: Talk about some of your favourite creators: what do you love most about their creations?

Oh gosh, okay! I’ll try to keep each of these to a few words as I am prone to writing essays.

@ewan-mcgregor | What can I say? Quality and Quantity. 

@sith-maul | Creativity, thought, precision, technical prowess.

@javier-pena | Coloured to perfection, every time, without fail.

@voidlila | Beautiful gifs and graphics with perfect colour palettes.

@millenniumsfalcon / @thernandalorian | Gorgeous colouring, not always what you’d expect, but perfect.

16: List some creators that always inspire you with their creations and talent!

Those mentioned above are a given, but a few more, in no particular order: @abednadir, @300mirrors, @cvanth, @skyshipper, @darksber, @kenobismullet, @trashcora, @sharoncarrter, @spotchka, @whimsicalrogers, @sugardaddyahxu, @djarsdin, @argetnallison, @perfectopposite and many more besides.

17: Do you enjoy working with gifs?

Gosh, no, I find them so stressful! Sometimes I fancy making a gif but the fancy doesn’t last long once I actually go to make them. The process of making gifs is so long and arduous and there’s only so much you can do with a gif and I just don’t enjoy the process at all. As I said I hate gifs but I also love to see what others have done with them! 

18: Do you enjoy creating graphics?

Gosh, yes! I find the whole process so much more rewarding, that you have the freedom to do anything, really, as long as you can work out how. I’m able to zoom in and put a lot of detail into my graphics which pleases me no end. I think it’s far more creatively exciting to work on a graphic, whether it’s an icon or a header or an edit. You’re transforming the source material completely, you know what I mean? I just get excited about graphics. It’s wonderful that so many people are learning how to make gifs but graphics? That’s where the fun really is in my opinion!

19: Do you like mixing up your style and trying new stuff, or do you prefer to have a more consistent style?

I’ve sort of answered this above, haven’t I? Oops. I like to try new stuff sometimes but always with a view to doing it my way. It has to fit in with my style or I’m simply not interested. Like the trend at the moment for text to be warped slightly into a shape? Not my style at all, I like my text boring, thank you. I have an inkling how it’s done but I’m not bothered either way. Almost everything I do now is informed by my love of making icons and headers - nearly everything is cut out from a background and put onto one of my creation. I’m an obsessive cutter-outer.

20: A creator you look up to!

Just one!? @sith-maul. I’m obsessed with Nik’s creations and I will not shut up about it. I’m like an embarrassing parent telling everyone how talented my child is because I’m so proud of them.

creators ask game | send me an ask

#ask #kenobismullet #this is longggggg again i just will not shut up

[maijily]

Update?

This is so longggggg be warned, only read if you want an update <3

So this is random and out of nowhere- Tumblr has been empty for a long time, and if you're interested in keeping up to date on Don't Click, Tumblr, or Omission I'm just going to give an update on how all of them are doing right now and explain why everything is so quiet at the moment (partly out of wanting to let you know what's going on, and also guilt for keeping Tumblr away for so long)

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For Omission, it hasn't updated in a long time and it has nothing to do with oTHer, or Omission's creator. The scripts are written, the plot is made, it's just the artwork (or my job) that's taking so much time.

I'm at the end of my semester and school/exams are being extremely cruel. When other things have to come before comic making, Tumblr and Omission are always the first to suffer and be shut down. Don't Click isn't time-consuming and doesn't have as much construction as Omission, and Tumblr requires a lot of timing and preparation, so Don't Click almost always lives through everything while the others get pushed to the background. (This is also because DC has a lot of focus since it's at the end.)

I don't know when Omission is coming back, but right now oTHer is working on practicing to make the art himself. If I were to guess it'd come back in the next month, but there's no guarantee.

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For Tumblr, I'd be counting on a few weeks (or around the time Omission comes back), but again, no guarantees. (Also planning a redesign and more search pages/mystery ^-^)

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Don't Click is scarily close to the end... That means most of the scripts coming up require a lot more time and energy than a usual chapter since- Well, there's a lot of twists in the near future. Like, a lot. It's just going to throw lore at you every two seconds, and in order to be well written, the final chapters need to have some care in scripting. (Also these are being written during exam panic so that might draw out the time even more, but quality comes first here and it won't be for long, promise.)

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Final Notes/Secret things to share:

-Don't Click's finale won't be the end. Two more comics have been planned and drafted to be released in... A few months maybe?

-26 submission character stories have been completed with more to come.

-An official map of the Interface (DC's world) and all the character locations exist now and might be shown to you soon? Let's hope so.

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-Annnnnd for leaving Tumblr for so long it's lore spill time. Would you like to know who the new Main Character for the next comic will be?

-They're on the character list. Just below the Tumblr's title, go to "Character info" on the list of pages, scroll down to the Usercodes, annnnd the new main character should be the second one down. Thank you for staying around this whole time :D

[justimagineitblog]

“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 4

A/N:  Hi loves! Chapter 4 is a longggggg one so strap in and get some rum, whiskey, tea, coffee, water, hot chocolate, whatever works and settle in for this one x 

When I walk into the pub, Tommy freezes in his spot.

He hasn’t seen me yet since Michael’s gracious return this morning. And I guess he assumed I wouldn’t be coming in for this shift.

He feel him watching me nervously as I begin my usual work routine, setting up the bar, straightening out all the chairs, wiping down all the tables. I can’t even bring myself to look at him.

“Izzy I-“

He stops immediately when I shake my head. With tears in my eyes threatening to spill already.

“I can’t, Tommy” I breathe

He nods sullenly, walking over to place a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“We had no idea about Gina… he’s just shown up after 6 fucking months and-“

“Tommy, please” I cut him off “I can’t talk about it-”

“Okay” he steps back, giving me some space “But just listen to me, just for a moment yeah? You’re still our girl. Our family. We’re all on your side, eh. Me, Poll, Arthur”

I nod, closing my eyes.

Of course they are. They’re just as shocked as I am. Up until this morning we were all in the dark about Michael. Where he was. What he was doing. I guess in a way, we all still are.

“I know” I sigh. Hearing him say those words stings, when I know that in 6 hours time I’ll closing up the bar for the last time and handing him my apron.

“Poll got a call this morning, from Michael, saying he was arriving to Birmingham in an hour, with someone for her to meet. First time she’d heard from him since he left. She’s been crying, I saw her. Says she can’t believe her own son would do something like this. Say’s she keeps seeing your face when you first saw him again-“

“Did he say why?” I question, un able to help myself from asking. It’s not like I haven’t been wondering that all day anyway.

Tommy shakes his head “Poll lost her shit. We all did. Told Gina all about you. About you and Michael. But he just fucking stood there… like a fucking ghost”

“Yeah, I know the look” I reply, flashing back to the cold, dead stare in Michael’s eyes.

“You know you don’t have to work tonight you can go home eh, try and rest, I’ll see you tomorrow night”

I clench my jaw, wishing he’d never said that. I can’t avoid it now.

“I won’t be in tomorrow, Tom” I begin, looking up at the ceiling and hoping that some God might just finally strike me down once and for all.

How am I supposed to do this.

I thought I had reached my limits of what I can bare this morning, but life seems to have decided that today is my ultimate test. If my sanity is still remotely in tact tomorrow, it will be a fucking miracle.

“If you need to take a few days Izzy it’s fine, Finn can cover for you. It’s about time he start leaning how to pour beer anyway-“ Tommy replies sympathetically, not understanding what I’m trying to say.

“No, Tom, I won’t be back tomorrow because I’m not coming back” I hold my breath “Today is my last shift”

Every word was harder than the next, as I forced myself to drag them up and out of my mouth.

Part of me wants this. Part of me want’s to run away from any place where I might see Michael. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m even thinking this but maybe this was the silver lining in him having the audacity to ask me to quit to stay out of his and Gina’s way. Because I won’t have to face seeing them together either. But actually say it, doing it, and breaking it to Tommy like this is incredibly painful.

“Oh” he breathes slowly.

Slowly, I begin to undo my apron. I can’t do this. I need to get out of here. I need to go home. Let my bed and whatever alcohol I have swallow me up. I don’t know how long for. And I don’t care.

“I’m sorry” I say in a harsh exhale as I hand him the apron.

He shakes his head, looking down at the floor almost like he’s to ashamed of how his cousin has broken my heart to look at me. He reaches for my hand to squeeze “No, I’m sorry”

Unable to hold back the tears that have been biting at my already red and glassy eyes, I quickly rush past him, my hand slipping out of his grip.

~ 3 DAYS LATER ~

The next 3 days are a drunken stupor. Coming in and out of consciousness. In and out of sleep, to eat a mouthful of something before washing it down with another mouthful of something strong.

It’s not until the 4th day when I’m woken at 7am by the sound of kids laughing and shouting as they play a game of cricket below my window. I try to muffle it by smothering myself with my pillow, but irritation and anger when it doesn’t go away draws me out of bed. I shuffle over to my window and slam it shut, earning looks from the children, before they forget seconds later and go back to playing.

From there I head straight to the kitchen. An Irish coffee constitutes as a nutritional breakfast, right?

As I let the kettle boil, I open my cupboard for my tried and true whiskey. And I find it… but I find it empty. Luckily that is, knowing in the back of my mind that I’m one more drink away from a hospital visit. But in that moment, I could have smashed the bottle over my kitchen counter in a tired, hangover fuelled rage.

Don’t they always say the cure for a hangover is more alcohol? Or have I just been around drunks at the pub too long?

I sigh. The pub. Over the past few days I have racked up a decent amount of memories that I wish to never remember. One of them, was seeing Michael… shortly followed by seeing his new wife Gina… then coming up at a close third is having to tell Tommy that I was quitting without any explanation why. That’s what the alcohol was for. To forget all that.

Now that I don’t have any alcohol left to immediately distract myself, I’m forced to really take in my surroundings. I look at my kitchen painfully as I count the bottles on my counter. Five. Empty. Bottles. I drank all that.

Jesus Christ, maybe I really am a Shelby.

God Michael would die if he saw this. Part of the reason he cherished me was because I wasn’t like his family. I loved them. I fit in with them. But I still had ‘a humanness to me’, as he called it one day. ‘A kindness.’ He said I kept him soft in a world lacking it. He’d only seen me truly drunk once. I was never a big drinker. I guess I’m not that girl anymore. Just like he’s not the Michael I knew anymore. I guess the only commonality we have anymore is our… dissimilarity.

The irony.

Unable to drink now, and sure as hell not leaving my apartment in this state, I spent the rest of the day moving slowly. Picking up whatever pieces of myself that I can. Showering. Changing clothes. Cleaning up what looks like a bomb site.

When night falls, and I realise I haven’t been shopping days and don’t have enough food to make anything decent, I decide it’s time to leave the house. Beside’s, everyone is going to be inside eating with their families and loved ones, and it’s dark enough anyway to hide myself in the shadows to avoid being seen.

With my biggest coat wrapped around me tightly, and an over the phone take away order placed at a restaurant down town, I head out into night. The cool, night air feels nice, like a splash of cold water on my face, and I’m so sure that I won’t have to face anyone that I begin to relax.

But of course I couldn’t really relax, could I. Because sitting inside the restaurant with a friend, is Polly Gray.

I pause in my tracks, almost tripping over from stopping so suddenly. I want to turn around and run the other way, immediately. And nothing is stopping me, besides the fact that I have nothing to goddamn eat.

“Fuck” I hiss to myself as I keep my head down, angling it away from her as I quickly slip into the restaurant doors.

“An order for Isabelle” I say urgently in a hushed voice at the counter as the worker greets me.

“Good evening ma’am” he grins eagerly as I hand him the money.

“I’ll just get your change” he nods joyfully and I grab my food. Daring to turn around, I peak over my shoulder to find that Polly is already looking at me. Once we make eye contact her eyes widen in shock and begins to stand up, making her way to me.

“Shit, shit, shit” I hiss, grabbing the food from the man quickly and beginning to walk out of the restaurant.

“Ma’am your change!” He calls after me

“Keep it!” I call back as I pick up the pace, jogging out the doors and into the street. I hear Polly’s voice call after me, and I hold my food close to me as I keep jogging, praying she will give up.

“Isabelle stop!” She shouts, and I slow to a stop. My head falls back as I sigh in defeat.

She finally catches up to me and I turn around to face her, but avoid eye contact.

“Izzy it’s me, what are you doing?” She asks as she catches her breath, staring at me in bewilderment.

God I can’t do this. I can’t. I’ve missed Polly so much. I’ve missed Tommy. I’ve missed the pub. Arthur. Finn. Michael. But I can’t be around them. Michael asked me to stay out of his and Gina’s way. I can’t do that if I’m still seeing everyone in the family. And it’s breaking my own heart.

“I just can’t talk right now Polly” I shake my head, praying for this to be over. For her to just accept that and go back to her dinner.

“Isabelle I’m worried about you, no one has seen you for day’s. Tommy said you quit the pub… Isabelle did Michael put you up to this-“

“No” I cut her off immediately. I’m lying. I know I am. But what difference does it make if I tell her Michael told me to keep out of everyones way. That will only make her and everyone hate him even more. And I can’t stand to see them all lose Michael the same way I did. I would never wish that upon them.

“Just talk to me darling-“

“No Polly,” I snap. Not out of anger, but out of sadness. Pain. I know what I have to do. What I have to say to make her stay away from me and fulfil Michael’s wish. But it’s going to kill me to do it. I take a deep breath as she waits for me to speak nervously. What’s that saying. Be cruel to be kind? I have to be cruel, I have to pushing them away. It’s easier to push them away. It’s better for everyone. Then Michael can live with Gina, the Shelby’s can be at peace without me around.

“I don’t want anything to do with your son, or your family. Have I not made that clear enough. I am not your family. I am not a Shelby. Now please leave me alone”

Polly stares at me, mouth open but no words following. I fight to keep her eye contact. To not falter. So that she think’s I’m serious about this. But it hurts. Never did I think I would have to be breaking her heart like this. I can see it breaking, I can see it in her eyes.

Is this what I looked like? Is this what Michael saw when he broke mine?

“I have to go” I manage to say before turning on my heels swiftly, leaving her standing in the street alone.

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Test Me (Prologue)

Bucky Barnes x avenger!rogers!Reader

warnings: language, violence, my shit writing, stinky aliens

summary: in which she's on her own team

A/N: this is the second part of Trust Me, so if you haven’t read that series you should go do that first !! ++ this series is going to be longggggg considering most will be spent w/o Bucky (I’m sure the time period can help you put that together) but the many chapters w/o Bucky will (hopefully) be worth it ++ I SCHEDULED THIS POST FOR THE WRONG DAY AHAHAH IM SORRY ITS LATE ANGELS

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“We need your help. Look, it’s not overselling it to say that the fate of the universe is at stake here.”

“And who’s we?”

“Hey Tony.”

Y/N watches angrily — Strange promised he wouldn’t go to Tony. To be fair she’s only met him five minutes previous. 

Y/N studies the camera footage — Stark jogging with Pepper’s hand in his own. She scoffs and slams the laptop shut, looking at the other computer showing a still of Steve. She clicks play and he tugs his hat down, glancing up at the camera before looking back at his feet.

“Whoever is behind me,” Y/N says, “You better get out or I’ll take you out.”

“Mrs. Barnes—”

Y/N whips around and holds the knife to the stranger’s neck, “What the hell did you just call me?”

“I’m Dr. Stephen Strange,” the man says calmly, “I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t urgent. I think it’s safe to say th—”

“How the hell did you know where I was?” she asks.

“The fate of the universe is at stake,” he continues, unfazed by the blade pressed to his throat.

“And what’s in it for me?”

“I help you find them.”

“Barnes is in Wakanda, my brother is on the run, Stark is being lovey-dovey with Ms. Potts. I don’t need you.”

“Well then why haven’t you killed them? You promised them, didn’t you?” he asks. She presses the knife closer to his throat.

“I will murder you,” she says through grit teeth.

“No you won’t,” he says, with a slight smile. She scoffs and he shakes his head. “Prove me wrong.”

She stares challengingly and Strange lifts an eyebrow. She sighs and drops the knife, turning her back to them and opening the laptop.

“Alright doctor, tell me about the fate of the universe,” she says. Strange rattles off details to Y/N as she scrolls through various websites. She hums every once in a while to acknowledge the man. As he continues she cuts him off. “Doctor Stephen Strange, world renowned neurosurgeon. As a result of a horrifying accident the surgeon lost his ability to use his hands and other injuries. After many costly surgeries and therapies--”

“Enough,” Strange says. Y/N stands up straight and turns back to Strange with a smirk on her face.

“So how are you doing…” she makes a circular motion at him, “Life?”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “That’s not important right now. What is important is--”

“As far as I’m concerned I don’t need to help you,” she says, “I have holed myself away for nearly two years--”

“Mrs. Ba--”

“It’s Y/N,” she corrects, “And if you try Ms. Rogers I will kick your ass into yesteryear, so call me by my name.”

“Y/N,” Strange says reluctantly, “I know that you’re seeking vengeance against the three men, but if you don’t come with me right now I’ll have to seek out Mr. Stark.”

Y/N tenses up, “So?”

“You wouldn’t want Stark to be doing your job for you,” Strange says, “I know you. I know what’s going on in your brain. You don’t want Tony Stark to do what you know you could do ten times better.”

“Reverse psychology won’t work on me,” Y/N says, crossing her arms over her chest. Strange quirks an eyebrow at her as if to challenge her words. He opens his mouth and her resolve breaks before he can try again. “What is it that you need me to do?”

Strange lets a barely-there smile appear on his face, “Have you heard of a man-- alien named Thanos?”

Y/N clenches her jaw and stiffens once again, “He’s been mentioned once or twice. What does this have to do with me?”

“If you would let me finish--”

“Thanos is Tony’s guy,” Y/N says, “And you probably know that, don’t you? There’s no way I’m helping you! You’re just gonna ask Tony to join and--”

“I won’t go to Stark,” Strange says, “Let me tell you why I need you and I won’t go to him.”

Y/N is reluctant, but nods. She motions for him to continue. As the explanation goes on she feels more compelled to help the stranger. He’s hiding something, she can feel it. She knows he isn’t telling the entire truth, but it doesn’t make her want to abandon the mission.

“And you promise not to go to Tony?” Y/N says.

Strange sighs, “I promise.”

Y/N’s eyes skim the three men walking closer. Tony glances over to her, a shocked expression flooding his face. She lunges forward but Bruce is quick to wrap his arms around her.

“Be nice,” Bruce says. Y/N rolls her eyes and sits on the stairs, glaring at Tony as the situation is explained.

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives,” Wong says.

“And I swore off dairy, but then, Ben & Jerry's named a flavor after me, so…” Tony retorts.

“Stark Raving Hazelnuts,” Strange says.

“It's not bad,” Tony says.

Strange adds, “A bit chalky.”

“A Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge is our favorite,” Wong says.

“That's a thing?” Bruce asks.

“Whatever. Point is: things change,” Tony says.

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change,” Strange says, “This Stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“And still conversely, it may also be his best chance against us,” Tony argues.

“Well, if we don't do our jobs—”

“What is your job exactly, besides making balloon animals?” Tony asks

“Protecting your reality, douchebag,” Strange replies calmly. Y/N can’t help the laugh that escapes her lips and she slaps a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she says, muffled by her hand. 

“Okay, guys, could we table this discussion right now?” Bruce asks, “The fact is that we have this Stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone, and we have to find him now.”

“Yeah, that's the... thing,” Tony says awkwardly.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asks.

“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. He's offline,” Tony says.

“What? Tony, you lost another super bot?” Bruce asks incredulously.

“I didn't lose him. He's more than that. He's evolving.”

“Who could find Vision, then?” Strange asks.

“I know where he is,” Y/N says, “But too bad I don’t like you.”

“You’re kidding,” Tony says.

“Am I?” Y/N asks, furrowing her brows.

Bruce sighs, “Y/N, the fate—”

“The fate of the universe is in danger,” Y/N mocks, “Blah, blah, blah. I know. I’m sure somebody else knows where Vision is. Any ideas, Stark?”

Y/N stares at Tony, as if to challenge him. He sighs, muttering a curse and then looking back to the others.

“Probably Steve Rogers,” Tony reluctantly suggests. Y/N smiles triumphantly, clapping lightly at his answer.

Strange sighs, “Oh great.”

“Maybe,” Tony says, “But…”

“Call him,” Bruce says. Y/N throws her head back with laughter, looking over to Bruce as she calms.

“Oh you don’t know!” she exclaims, “Of course not!”

“What don’t I know?” Bruce chuckles nervously.

“Tell him,” Y/N says, “Come on Tony! Tell him!”

“The Avengers broke up,” Tony says, “We’re toast.”

“Broke up? Like a band? Like The Beatles?” Bruce asks.

“Cap and I fell out hard,” Tony says, “We're not on speaking terms.”

“That’s an understatement,” Y/N snorts.

Bruce shakes his head, “Tony, listen to me. Thor's gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn't matter who you're talking to or not.”

Tony hesitates, then pulls out the phone Steve mailed him. Tony makes a quiet comment about the old device, and flips it open. He hovers his finger over the call button, but stops when an unusual rumbling begins.

“Say, Doc, you wouldn't happen to be moving your hair, would you?” Tony asks. Strange glances up at a lock of his hair standing on its own.

“Not at the moment, no.”

Tony looks up at the Hulk-shaped hole in the ceiling and sees debris flying by outside. He exits the Sanctum through the front door and scans the outdoors. The group follows behind him to watch the chaos unfold. People run and scream, traffic piles up, litter flies in the wind. A woman falls down and Tony helps her up.

“You okay?” Tony asks. The woman ignores him, running off and bumping into Y/N. A car crashes in on a pole behind Tony. “Help him! Wong, look alive!”

“Go! Got it!” Bruce exclaims.

Tony slips on his sunglasses, “FRIDAY, what am I looking at?”

“Not sure, I’m working on it,” the AI replies.

“Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony says.

“Might wanna use it,” Strange replies, magical bands forming around his forearms. A distant humming grows louder as Tony and Y/N round the corner near an intersection. Above Bleecker Street a giant circular ship floats in the air.

“What the shit?” Y/N whispers.

“FRIDAY, evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders,” Tony says.

“Will do.”

Doctor Strange throws the Winds of Watoomb over Bleecker Street and winks at Tony. As the dust clears a look of amusement appears on Tony’s face for only a moment. Two other-worldly creatures exit the ship by transmat.

“Once again,” Y/N says, “What the shit?”

“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to—” Maw begins.

“I'm sorry, Earth is closed today,” Tony interrupts, “You better pack it up and get outta here.”

“Stonekeeper,” Maw looks at Strange and motions to Tony, “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself,” Strange says. He readily forms magic shields at his fists. Strange steps forward as an act of intimidation. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

“It means get lost, Squidward!” Tony taunts.

“He exhausts me,” Maw sighs. Cull speaks in a foreign language, untranslatable by the group. Maw nods, “Bring me the Stone.”

Cull speaks in the foreign language once again before dropping his giant hammer, dragging it towards the heroes.

“Banner,” Tony calls, “You want a piece?”

“No, not really, but when do I ever get what I want?” Bruce says.

“That’s right,” Tony says. Bruce attempts to bring out the Hulk, but he barely turns his neck green. Y/N and Tony share a look, then turn back to Banner. “Been a while. Good to have you, buddy.”

“You got this,” Y/N says, clapping her hands a couple times to encourage him.

“I just... I need to concentrate here for one second,” Bruce says, “Come on, come on, man.”

“Where’s your guy?” Tony asks.

“I don't know. We've sorta been having a thing,” Bruce says.

“There’s no time for a thing!” Y/N scolds.

“I know,” Bruce says.

Tony motions to Cull approaching, “That’s the thing right there. Let’s go.”

Bruce grunts, but can’t pull out the Hulk. Strange looks at Tony and Y/N, then Bruce.

Tony glances at strange, “Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“Tony, I'm sorry,” Bruce says, “Either I can't or he won't—”

“It's okay. Hey, stand down,” Tony says.

“Watch him,” Y/N says to Wong.

“I have him,” Wong nods.

Bruce sighs, “Damn it.”

Cull approaches the team, Tony’s nanotech suit forming around his body. A shield grows on one arm grows and a set of blasters. He blasts the alien back, Maw deflecting him and blasting him into cars.

“Where'd that come from?” Bruce asks.

“It's nano-tech,” Tony says, “You like it? A little someth—”

“There’s no time for this,” Y/N says. Maw creates a spike of earth that throws Tony into the air, and flies treesar the rest of the team. Wong summons the Shield of the Seraphim and Y/N stops those that are about to hit her.

“Dr. Banner, if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us…” Strange says. Strange teleports Bruce away from the fight. Tony rejoins the fight by pushing a car that Maw threw, Maw cuts it in half and remains untouched by the pieces that flew by.

“Get that stone out of here now,” Y/N demands. She lifts a finger and a car launches at Maw, who cuts it in half and sighs with boredom.

“It stays with me,” Strange says.

“Exactly. Bye,” Tony says. He flies through the objects Maw lifted in the air, Y/N trying her best to fly them out of the way as he goes. Cull’s hammer knocks Tony through a building and into the park. Y/N grunts and runs towards the alien who hits her with the hammer as well. She uses her powers to keep herself from slamming into the ground as Bruce runs over to Tony.

“Tony, you okay? How we doing? Good? Bad?” he questions worriedly.

“Really, really good. Really good. Do you plan on helping out?” Tony replies.

“I'm trying,” Bruce says, “He won't come out.”

Cull throws his hammer towards the two. Tony quickly shoves Bruce out of the way, but Y/N raises her arms to slam it into the ground before it could near them. Tony looks at her with a start and she sends him a wink in response. Tony shoots an energy beam that deflects off Cull’s shield, slicing down trees. Bruce gets close to being crushed, but moves out of the way in time. Tony is knocked down by Cull. The alien raises his hammer to hit Tony in the head, but is instead caught by Peter Parker.

“Hey, man,” Peter chirps, “What's up, Mr. Stark?”

“Kid, where'd you come from?” Tony asks.

“Field trip to MoMA,” Peter says. Cull grabs Peter and throws him out of the way. “What is this guy's problem, Mr. Stark?”

“He's from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard,” Tony explains.

“Strange is getting his ass handed to him,” Y/N announces, lifting Cull into the air and slamming him back down. She reaches a hand out to Peter as the alien falls over and over.

“Hey Mrs. Barnes!” Peter says.

“Why does everyone call me that?” Y/N growls, running back towards Cull once Peter is on his feet.

“Kid, that's the wizard. Get on it,” Tony says as Strange flies above their heads.

“On it!” Peter says. Peter chases after Maw who’s following behind Strange.

“I can handle this,” Tony says, “Go watch the kid.”

Y/N nods and lifts off the ground, following behind the chasers. Maw retaliates by throwing a billboard at Peter.

“Not cool man!” Peter exclaims, untangling himself and continuing his pursuit. Maw bends poles to snag the cloak from Strange. Y/N gasps and falls down, using her powers to hold up Strange rather than herself. Peter scoops up Strange, but Y/N doesn’t catch herself in time. Her back hits the pavement and she groans, rolling onto her stomach.

Before Peter can escape with the unconscious Strange a blue light pulls ‘the wizard’ up. Peter grips a light pole to keep himself on Earth, but Maw pulls it out of the ground.

“Peter!” Y/N yells, lifting off the ground for the second time. She launches herself into the beam.

“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter says, “We’re being beamed up!”

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Whumptober Day 11 - Stitches

It was hard for me to come up with an idea for this that relates to Borderlands because I mean they have Anshins and all that cool medical shit. Buttttt….. What if Jack and Rhys were stuck on Pandora and didn’t have any Anshins, only a needle and wire? Tadaa we have a story.

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“S-shit, Jack! Be gentle!”

Jack grumbled something under his breath when Rhys flinched away from his hands again. Every pass of the needle through his skin hurt like hell, especially when Jack pulled to bring the edges of the cut together. 

“Hold still, cupcake. You’re only making this harder. Hehe tha-”

“Say, that’s what she said, and I WILL kick your ass, Jack.” Glaring over his shoulder at the older man, Rhys didn’t miss the way Jack rolled his eyes but the pain in the ass CEO thankfully refrained from saying the shitty line. 

Stab, push through, pull together, repeat. Stab, push through, pull together, repeat. Stab, push thro-

“Gah! Dammit, Jack!!” Rhys was sooooo ready to smack the man but Jack just went back to work, taking advantage of Rhys’ brief state of distraction. “Shut up, I’m almost done…. How the hell are you this much of a wimp anyway? You got that gigantic tattoo and you can’t handle one set of stitches?”

Tying the stitches off and cutting the excess, Jack sat back on his rocky seat as Rhys shifted away quickly, shaking flesh hand hovering over the new stitches in his side. 

“It’s different...a lot slower and we don’t have anything to numb it at all…”

The downcast look on Rhys’ face had Jack sighing and scooting closer, holding out the tools to him. “Well, you can get some payback now. A psycho’s handaxe caught my shoulder.”

Eyes flying wide, Rhys shot up and was immediately at Jack’s side, all fluttering hands and panicked rambling as he tore away Jack’s shirt to inspect the wound, “Jesus Christ, Jack! You’re only just now telling me this?! What the hell what if you’d passed out from blood loss or something?! Goddammit I can’t fuckin-URGH YOU DRIVE ME INSANE!!!”

He couldn’t help it, Jack burst into laughter at how ridiculously fuming Rhys was. “Holy hell, kiddo. I’m fine, it was more of a graze than anything else you can calm down.” Cybernetic fingers cuffed his jaw, Jack grunting from the light blow and glowering up at Rhys, but the concerned man ignored him, focused on dealing with the now uncovered wound.

Jack was telling the truth, it wasn’t that bad but still seemed like more than a little graze. Definitely deep enough to warrant stitches. Picking up the abandoned supplies, Rhys threw Jack a glare before stepping over to the fire, using his cybernetic hand to safely hold the needle in the flame.

“‘The hell are you doin’ kiddo?”

Rolling his eyes with a haughty scoff, Rhys stood back up and stalked over to Jack, the needle glowing white hot as he threaded the stitching wire through it. “I’m sanitizing it you idiot, this thing just went through me and you think I’m gonna jab it through you right after? That’s just asking for an infection!”

Jack opened his mouth, probably planning to throw some smartass remark back at Rhys, but he just shut it with an irritated grumble. 

Boom baby, score for Rhys.

Sitting down perpendicular to Jack, Rhys used his slight height advantage, well, to his advantage. He held the needle in his cyber-hand to keep it as steady as possible, using his flesh one to pinch the edges of the gaping cut together, making it easier to thread the needle through both sides. 

He definitely did not pay attention to how close he was to Jack. Or to how warm his skin was, or the way his muscles would occasionally jump under Rhys’ hands. He especially did not notice how Jack leaned into his touch, how his breathing seemed to get deeper and huskier the longer Rhys spent pressed up against him.

Thankfully, the stability of his metal arm, plus the precision of his Echo-Eye sped up the process immensely, not even 10 minutes had passed by the time he was done with the stitches. Leaning back, Rhys quickly suppressed the rising blush and replaced it with a proud smirk as he examined his work, “Done. Just be careful not to stretch too much. You better not rip your damn stitches.”

Shaking his head and muttering something about “Overconfident twinks.” Jack stood up to continue working on getting an Echo-call through to Hyperion, then paused. A mischievous look passed through his eyes and faster than the strike of a Stalker he gave Rhys a quick peck on the lips, not forgetting to throw a “Thanks, pumpkin~” over his shoulder as he walked away.

Ohhhhh dammit, Rhys was definitely blushing like a schoolboy. Covering his mouth with one hand, he totally didn’t stumble to his corner of the cave and slide down the wall, ears burning from a combo of embarrassment and flustered flattery. He tried his damndest to ignore Jack’s mocking laughs as the blush just got worse and worse, the man at one point saying he looked like, “a goddamn tomato!” 

Though, he did catch a more serious mumble about it being at least 3 days before they could get back to Helios. Looking up and catching the hungry gaze Jack threw his way, Rhys knew without a doubt it was going to be a longggggg 3 days.

#Whumptober #Whumptober 2019 #Whumptober day 11 #Stitches #Rhack #whump #h/c #bitchy caretaker #he really is soft for Rhys though #stranded #attacked by bandits #field medicine #sterilization #makeshift shelter #borderlands #Handsome Jack #Rhys #rhys strongfork #PA!Rhys

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The Truth Untold || Kth

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAEHYUNGIE!! 💜

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff (tons of it), light smut , Enemies to lovers! AU, Roommate! AU

Word count: 20k (ITS LONGGGGGG!)

Summary: 

When your roommate Min Yoongi decides to move, leaving you alone with Kim Taehyung you don’t know how you will survive. Kim Taehyung is a grade A-fuckboy with zero manners. He play’s games at god-awful hous in the morning, watches porn like no one’s business, makes sex jokes-- in short he’s everything you despise. But one night he asks you to dance with him and that’s when everything changes 

Warnings: tons of swearing, mention of sexual acts (fair warning).

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A/N:  I have never written anything this long. You guys this took everything in me. It was an emotional ride, writing this short story. Please reblog, like, leave me comments because it took me a week to finish this! I have worked extremely hard on it and I would love it if you guys could give it a lot of love and appreciation!! If you read this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

When your roommate Yoongi decides to move, your world comes crashing down. At first, you think he is joking, but watching the serious expression morph into sympathy you realize he is saying the truth. As if you have been defeated by life, you fall limply on the couch while staring at the floor in a blank fashion. Yoongi tries to get your attention but fails. He crouches down in front of you with concern, hands steady on your knees.

The reason for your absolute shock is not because you are madly in love with Yoongi and his leaving has come as a bit of a heartbreak. No. The reason for your horror is pure selfishness. One might even say that Min Yoongi is your means of survival in the dorm.

Since you have known Yoongi, there is one thing about him that has always struck you. The man can mediate any situation to keep harmony and peace alive in a place. Not only is he talented at that, but he is also very good at diffusing tension in a room with his practical and mature thinking. One might wonder how these qualities help you with surviving in the dorm, and why you would even worry about his leaving to the extent that you have practically become a statue.

But when you live with someone whose god awful presence is the bane of your existence, a mediator is always needed. That someone happens to be Yoongi’s cousin and the source of all your woes and anger: Kim Taehyung

Now when Yoongi first introduced you to Taehyung, you thought you could live with him. There was no reason to dislike him. He was a music major in a prestigious university and gifted to the max. The moment you heard he was studying music, in your head you painted a picture of him which was equivalent to that of a sweet-natured boy, with his nose buried in some music text or the other, and a very kind disposition. After all, society has painted artists, poets, and musicians as true romantics, valiant at the heart, and intellectuals of great intelligence. So, you thought of Taehyung in that light as well. How different could he be from other artists and musicians devoted to their art?

You came to know the answer within a week of living with him. Taehyung played his guitar and piano at god-awful hours of the night. He drank as if he would never see alcohol in his life again and he would put hoarders to shame with his messy ways. The number of times he hit on you in the span of 60 seconds, would cause the whole of male species to question themselves. An instant dislike began to form in your mind. Whom you had thought was a good-natured boy, turned out to be the complete opposite: a grade A fuckboy and a thoroughly unbearable human being.

So, when Yoongi tells you he’s moving, meaning that he is leaving you alone to live with Taehyung, your instinctual reaction is a horrific shock. It feels like the end of your life. It feels like the end of everything because how in the world are you supposed to survive in a dorm, with a man like Taehyung without Yoongi? For as long as you can remember, Yoongi has always ensured that Taehyung can never destroy your innocence with his ways. He has always been able to calm you down in moments where you have felt like killing Kim Taehyung.

This is why you need Yoongi and this is why you are perplexed.

“You can’t though” you mutter as your eyes meet Yoongi. “You seriously cannot leave me alone with Taehyung. I will end up killing him. You know that too Yoongi. Please” you fold your hands and close your eyes. “Please do not leave me alone with him. I won’t be able to live” you whine

“You won’t kill him. He’s changed” Yoongi says, but he doesn’t believe his own words either.

“Changed?” you shot up from your seat, and scoff in disbelief. “Bullshit. For fuck's sake Yoongi, he’s watching porn right now” you point to Taehyung who is sitting on the couch, eyes glued to his computer screen.

“She’s right. I am watching porn” he doesn’t even lift his eyes from the screen as he speaks. He looks completely entranced and what you can’t understand is how Yoongi can still say he’s changed. You know he doesn’t mean those words because clearly, Taehyung will always be Taehyung and you both know it.

Yoongi lets out a sigh, bites the corner of his lips and gets up from his crouched position to glare at Taehyung. But the man is unaffected by whatever is going around him. He’s still intently watching whatever is happening on the screen and he doesn’t seem to give two fucks about either you and Yoongi.

Yoongi shakes his head before turning his attention back to you. He looks at you apologetically, lips in a thin straight line. “I am sorry honey. But I have to move. This place is too far from work and…” he trails off with a small sigh. “I am sorry”

Your head drops in defeat as you stare at the ground. Then you feel his arms around you, a gesture of apology more than anything. Hesitantly you wrap your arms around him as well, resting your cheek on his shoulder, feeling a lump rising in your throat.

“I don’t want to be alone with him” you cry and whine while kicking your feet on the ground in frustration like kids do when they beg their parents for candy or throw a tantrum.

“I promise. You will be fine. Just ignore him. Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him” he rubs your back soothingly.

“Hey!” Taehyung turns around from his perch on the couch and smiles eagerly at you. “Hey. If you’re done you should come watch this y/n. This chick is amazing. Maybe you could learn a trick or two from her and get lucky. If you know what I mean” and then he goes back to it.

“I am gonna kill him” you mutter against Yoongi’s shoulder. As soon as you say the words, you feel his hands tighten around you to hold you in place. But you yank them away and storm towards Taehyung.

Grabbing the pillow from underneath his head, you start hitting him in the face with it which causes his laptop to fall on the floor. You continue hitting him with it until he finally sits up and raises his arms against his face to protect himself.

“Turn” hit. “It” hit “Off!” hit. “You fucking perv!” you scream and when you are finally done you throw the pillow in his face and storm back to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You jump onto your bed, place a pillow in front of your face and scream into it. Once you feel the tension release from your body and your throat begins to itch, you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling while clutching the pillow. Your heart races in your chest, and your mind runs rampant with worry because you don’t really know how you will survive with Taehyung.

There is a knock on your door, and then a click of the handle.

“What” you don’t bother addressing whoever it is directly.

“He’s leaving” it’s Taehyung’s voice, and you would recognize it anywhere.

“I don’t care” you sigh and roll onto your side and away from Taehyung. Seconds later you hear the door shut, and tears begin brimming in your eyes.

.  .  .  

The dorm feels empty with Yoongi gone,  and the only sounds that remain are those of Taehyung’s unnecessarily loud video games and the moaning of the couple that lives next door to you. The more you lie there, each second furthers your anger because from your right you hear sounds of the video game and from your left all the moaning and squeaking of the bed from the apartment next door. You grab the pillow from next to you and place it on your ear, while you cover the other ear with your hand and close your eyes. You try to focus on the thoughts in your head, but you find that you are really just thinking about how to shut Taehyung up.

So, abandoning your comfortable bed, you head outside and pound on Taehyung’s door.

“Open up”

Nothing happens

“Open the fucking door” you hit the door hard with your hands and try yank at the handle a few times

A second later Taehyung opens the door, wearing nothing but his tank top and shorts and a gaming microphone fit snugly over his head. “What?” he deadpans.

“Move” you shove past him and over all the clothes laying on the floor and disconnect his game console.

“What the fuck? I was at the last level!” he runs over to you and swats your hands away from the console.

“It’s 4 am Taehyung! Go to sleep!” you glare at him.  

“Why do you always have to be a bitch about everything?!” he grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall. You feel his ragged breaths on your skin as you both glare at each other. “No wonder you are boring! You don’t know how to have fun. It’s like everytime you open your mouth, your sole purpose is to suck all the energy and life out of everyone in the room” his face grows red and his nostrils flare.

“Oh yeah? Why the fuck can’t you take anything seriously? Why can’t you just be a normal human being instead of being a fucking caveman and living like a hobo?!” you yell back

A dreary silence falls as both of you just glare at each other. All you hear is the sound of his breathing and your own. Your mouth dries up from all the shouting so you run your tongue over your lower lip and bite on it. Taehyung’s gaze changes from that of anger to something else you can’t place.

“Don't do that” he bites his own lip, and then slowly releases it while his gaze rests on your lips. “Weirdly enough, I am turned on right now” his voice is at the edge of a whisper

“Go take a shower” you reply curtly and stand up. “You stink”

“Come with me then” he runs his tongue over his teeth, a small smirk quivering at the corner of his lips.

“Do you want to die?” you grit through clenched teeth and narrow your eyes at him while trying to yank your wrist from his grasp, but it’s fruitless.

“You should stop speaking. It’s not really helping me right now” he looks down at his shorts, and then back up at you with a smug smirk as if it’s something he is very proud of.

“You’re disgusting” you turn your head sideways and look at the floor instead. You feel his eyes on you, travelling the expanse of your face. Your own face starts heating up and you will for the warmth to go down because Taehyung cannot see you red-faced. It’s a matter of pride and you can’t let him win.

Moments later he starts chuckling under his breath and lets go of your wrist. “You make it so easy y/n” he shakes his head and steps back a few paces, finally giving you the room to breathe.

“Let’s see how this makes you feel” you harshly step on his foot.

He winces in pain, eyes shutting tight, lips forming a thin line and face getting red. He places the back of his hand against his mouth and exhales. “Great. Now I am actually turned on” he croaks in pain.

“Fuck off” you roll your eyes before leaving his room and leaving him stranded in pain.

Later, you hear the sound of the shower running.

.  .  .

Living with Taehyung has never been as unbearable before because Yoongi was there to curb him down. But now that he is without any supervision, he is completely off the rail. When you come home, from a hard day’s work what you find is a trail of clothes leading to Taehyung’s room. You are about to make yourself at home when you notice that there are undergarments on the couch, and you don’t wanna touch them. Approaching it closer, you notice that it is wet and stained white. You gag at imagining whatever must have happened on there before you came.

“Oh! Yes, Taehyung!” you hear sounds from his bedroom.

“Gross” you mutter under your breath and rub your temples because a headache begins to form behind your eyes. The sounds only seem to get louder and this time you can hear Taehyung’s voice too. You sigh heavily and then your eyes fall on the stereo remote which gives you an idea.

You grab the remote and turn the speakers on, making sure to increase the volume to the fullest. It’s loud enough to make you want to cover your ears but at least it successfully drowns out the sounds. That way you can distract yourself with something while you clean the gross couch with the leather cleaner Yoongi had bought.

Suddenly, you miss Yoongi. You haven’t called him since he left a week ago. Maybe you just feel too angry at him to even talk to him. But he is your best friend and if he was here things would be so different. Taehyung wouldn’t have dared to do whatever he is doing, and you wouldn’t have to clean up his disgusting mess.

Gathering your hair in a bun and placing your jacket on the coat rack, you bring the cleaning supplies to the living room. With gloved hands, you spray the solution all over the couch and begin cleaning it with a sponge. You hum along to the tune of the song and begin cleaning. While you are in the midst of scrubbing, the door to Taehyung’s room flings open with a loud noise. But you don’t notice because the music is too loud and it’s only when it shuts off abruptly that you look up to the source of annoyance. Coming face to face with Taehyung doesn’t deter you from ignoring him though and keep on sweeping.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he’s dressed in his robes, but his chest is visible due to his lack of bothering to be covered up properly. You tear your eyes away to look at his face and see that he is fuming.

“Why? Did I interrupt something?” you chuckle mockingly before returning back to cleaning and ignoring him again.

It’s silent as you clean, and the only sound is that of the sponge squeaking against the leather sofa. You wonder whether he has left already, but when you look through the corner of your eyes, you can see his feet, and you can sense his eyes on you, no doubt glaring daggers through your skull.

“If I knew you would get so jealous, I would have invited you” you hear the amusement in his voice and can imagine the sick grin on his face.

“Huh” you scoff. “I doubt you’re any good at it” you mock his skills in the bedroom in an attempt to rile him. You take satisfaction in knowing that you are able to silence him because he doesn’t respond immediately like he usually does. Maybe you get too engrossed in your supposed victory that you don’t realize when he’s grabbing your elbow and yanking you up from your spot on the floor.

“You don’t want to start something you can’t finish” he grips you tight by the waist, pulling you in close so that there is no trace of even an inch of space between you. He starts walking fowards, hands still resting around the small of your back. “What do you feel right now y/n?” his voice is raspy and low. “Hmm?” he hums right when you feel your back hit the wall. He is completely pressed up against you, both of his hands resting at the side of your waist.

You are so close that you can feel his chest rising and falling, and close enough to feel his heartbeat against your skin. To the third eye, it would look like your bodies were moulded together. That’s how close you are. So, you fix your gaze on his chest, as he towers of you, his breath fanning the tip of your nose, the locks on his forehead, grazing the top of your forehead and leaving a ticklish feeling. “Tell me you don’t feel anything right now”

You find yourself incapable of speaking because you can feel every part of his body pushed against yours. No one has ever been this close and it violates the concept of a personal bubble in ways unimaginable. At this point, you are sure he can feel your heartbeat too. In fact, you know he is able to feel the heat emanating off you.

“Don’t you -- Don't you have things to take care of?” you barely whisper the words and clear your throat as your eyes dart around, not daring to catch the sight of his face.

“I find this of more importance” he pauses, his grip tightening around your waist if that is even possible. “Tell me y/n. Tell me that you don’t feel anything right now. Look at me and say it” you feel him bury his nose in the side of your head. “Tell me that us, that me being this close to you doesn’t affect you” his voice sounds muffled as his nose grazes your cheek.

“It doesn’t” you whisper as your eyes close

“Look me in the eyes and say it” he states as he retracts back just enough to look at your downcast eyes.

You gulp and your breath comes out in broken blows. You can’t look him in the eyes. You know you should, and you want to. But somehow your body is betraying you and giving in to the sensations it’s feeling. Something tingles inside of you, the inside of your stomach sways with nervousness. Your heart beats uncharacteristically loud in your ears, and your breathing is utterly erratic, alternating between periods of too much breathing and then not enough. You feel a little intoxicated, unable to form coherent thoughts or keep your awareness in the present. Too wound up in the feeling of his body against yours, you forget how to be in the moment. You forget the boundary which defines your relationship and in that one moment he’s a guy and you are a girl which makes it so easy to break all the rules.

He hooks a finger underneath your chin to lift your head. “Look at me”

Unwillingly and forcibly you have to because he’s got a hold on your chin and he won't let you look away from him. His eyes aren’t playful anymore. The expression in them is not the usual lighthearted, teasing look. It’s different. “Are you going to kiss me?” you whisper the words against your control. There is a delay in processing what you have just said and it’s only when the words have left your mouth do you realize it. You don’t know what prompts it but if the sensations you feel in the moment are any indication, it was bound to happen.

Instead of hearing an answer, what you feel is a feather-light peck on your lips. It’s gone as soon as it came. You are disappointed, to say the least. But the rational part of you is pissed off. You feel defeated, ashamed and embarrassed as he pulls away. Your eyes remain closed even after it is over because you have lost the courage to look at him.

“Let go Tae” you say in affirmation of your defeat. “If you don’t wanna die, let me go. Right now” you open your eyes and feel the irritation build up in your throat because of how easily you gave into him. Somehow able to find your strength you say these words to him and hope that they can salvage your pride in some form.

“Fine” Taehyung says in a smug fashion, the tone of his voice bordering on cockiness because he knows he’s won. He loosens his grip and is very painfully slow to completely let go. His hand grazes the side of your waist as he moves back.

“If you ever touch me again, I will break your hands” you turn around, and fan your burning cheeks before storming off to your room completely red-faced and confused.

.  .  .  

It’s the wee hours of dusk and you have finals to study for. But of course, Taehyung doesn’t understand that concept. The sound of the guitar flows through the entire apartment while you are trying to study. Had it been someone else playing you would have taken a break and appreciated the music. But since it’s Taehyung, you would rather your ears bleed and you lose the ability to hear. Of course, you shouldn’t wish it upon yourself but if you have hear one more song, you will punch him in the face.

Harshly, lifting the books off your lap and throwing them on the mattress, you storm into the living room where the sound is coming from. “Will you stop playing? I am trying to study”

Taehyung ignores you and continues strumming his guitar. You fume in anger, placing your hands on your hips and tongue inside your cheek. “I am going to break your guitar” you threaten

What it does is shift his attention from playing to you. “You’ve been studying all day” he looks at you.

“And?” you look at him in the -whats-your-point- kind of way.

“And, you should take a break” he stares at you for a second longer before focusing back on playing.

You blink profusely, unable to comprehend the sudden concern for your well being. Since when does he care what you do? You stare at him while plays, and it strikes you that he’s never looked more serious in life before. He is completely concentrated, impervious to his surroundings as his fingers delicately flow from one string to the next, knitting together bearable music, or at least some semblance of it.

“Why the fuck do you care?” you question and tap your foot impatiently on the ground.

He sighs, stops playing and then looks at you. “Because if you take a break, you won't be studying. Which means that I can play and you won't be able to complain. It’s purely selfish”

“Here I thought you were capable of expressing consideration and concern towards others”

“Towards others, yes. Towards you, no” he speaks without lifting his head.

“Asshole” you mutter under your breath

“Are you deliberately trying to get my attention?” he looks up from what he’s doing and flashes his eyebrows in question.

“Please” you roll your eyes. “You are the last person in this whole fucking planet I would want attention from”

He chuckles and shakes his head, the seemingly innocent expression soon morphing into a smug one. He raises an eyebrow and regards you with interest. “Need I remind you of that night?” he tilts his head and flashes an eyebrow

“What night?” you question in confusion, but a small inkling in the back of your mind slaps you with the memory of his lips on yours. He places his guitar aside as he looks at you.

“The night when I did this-” he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards himself and then it hits you. “Hmm?” He hums in question and once again your mind drifts to said night and the things he made you feel. “And this” his face moves closer to yours and your eyes threaten to close in response, but then you gasp and push him away.

“Your brain is stuffed in your dick. You can’t think of anything else can you?’ you scowl at him in distaste.

“That is exactly why it works so well. Junior Taehyung knows what's good” he flashes his eyebrows at you as if there couldn’t be a better response.

“Jesus fucking Christ” you put your hands on your head. “Just shut up. You are disgusting” you look at him with an agape mouth, in a state of complete and utter disbelief at the things that come out of his mouth.

“Oh come on. You have heard it all before. You know I am good. Why are you denying it?”

“I would never have sex with you. Even if you were the last man standing on this planet and the future of our species depended on it, I would rather humankind cease to exist than sleep with you”  you scrunch your nose in distaste as a shudder runs through your spine.

“Really? You seemed to be very hot and bothered that night when I kissed you. In fact, you asked me to kiss you” the corner of his mouth rises cockily.

“Hot and bothered?” you scoff in disbelief but you have to keep feigning it because you know he’s right. The things he made you feel that night can never happen again. “I am going to be sick I think” you gag. “Do not try anything on me Kim Taehyung. I will make good on my threat. I will break your fucking hands if you touch me again”

“Try anything on you?” he huffs. “I have standards”

“Ha!” you chuckle. “You kissed me”

“Meh” he scrunches his nose. “It was bland anyway” he grins

To say you feel offended is an understatement. Especially, if it comes from Taehyung. “This is coming from you? I mean I seem to recall that you fuck anything that walks on two legs without consideration. Its a wonder you are still alive given the kinds of women you have done it with”  

“At least I have had sex, unlike someone” he smirks satisfactorily upon hitting a nerve.

You gasp aloud. “I have had sex. A lot of it!” you are awfully quick to defend yourself.

Taehyung considers you for a moment, his eyes narrow and tongue held between his teeth. “First, only a virgin would say something like that and secondly tell me what a missionary is”

“What?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You said you have had plenty of sex, so tell me what missionary is. If you have done it you should know” he folds his arms across his chest, a smile of victory already forming on his lips.

“I am not answering that question” you glare at him. “Who knows what kinds of ideas you’ll get in your fucked up head. This conversation is done.”

“You’ve never done it”

“Fuck off Kim” you flip him and leave the apartment to get some air, away from Taehyung.

.  .  .  

At night you lie in your bed staring at the ceiling, while the conversation with Taehyung replay’s in your head, which effectively diminishes any chances of you getting any sleep. You toss and turn, even close your eyes and hope that you fall into slumber. But you don’t. Your mind is as wide awake as it can possibly be. So you throw the covers off yourself and go the living room, where once you enter you know Taehyung is.

You have half a mind to turn back around because you don’t want to see him, but then you realize it’s just as much your place as it is. You will be damned if you let Taehyung make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not so much pride as it is the implications behind what the discomfort means in this context.

“Shove over” you deadpan as you drag your feet across the floor.

Taehyung looks up from his spot and moves over, for once listening to you without arguing. You flop down on the couch and pull over the blanket he has laying on his legs. He rolls his eyes as he looks at you before complying and sharing the blanket with you.

“Were you missing me?” he begins in his usual teasing tone.

You sigh and close your eyes. You hoped for peace but with Kim Taehyung and you, it can never be peaceful. “Yeah” you say straight-faced as you fix your gaze on the TV.

It’s silent for a couple of seconds before Taehyung speaks. “You were? I missed you too!” he says in an excessively dramatic tone which is completely unnecessary. But you get the sarcasm behind it. You feel the mattress shift beside you and then a weight on your shoulders.

You look down to find Taehyung resting his head on your shoulder. “Eww. Get off me you perv” you shrug your shoulder in an attempt to get him away from you. One would think Taehyung would move but instead, he splay’s a leg across your torso and pins you between himself and the sofa.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you look down at him and try to get out his grasp but the man is way too strong.

“Will you shut up just for once?” he adjusts his head so it’s resting in the crook of your neck.

“Have you lost your mind? Get off me. Now” you start slapping his leg which is laying across you.

“Fine! You are so fucking uptight all the time. Won't even let a man cuddle” he complains and moves back to his side of the couch and you finally feel free enough to breathe.

Shaking the thought away you school your expression into a scowl. “Are you a fucking child?”

“No. But you sure act like a 70-year-old grandma, you douche” he returns the scowl. “No wonder you are going to die alone.” he huffs and pouts, which strikes you as extremely uncharacteristic. But it’s cute, you think.

Despite yourself, you giggle at his antics. It slowly but surely progresses towards a burst of full-bellied laughter, where you have tears in your eyes and a dull ache in the stomach.

“Did you just lose a screw?” his face contorts in confusion as he looks at you.

“No. But I think you just gained a few brain cells. That was a good one. 70 year old grandma” you repeat, feeling the laughter bubble in your stomach again.

While you are laughing, you can feel his eyes on you which suddenly makes you stop as you turn your head to look at him. You find that he is smiling a little-- it’s barely noticeable, but the distance at which you are sitting you can see it. It’s very subtle and he’s got that weird look in his eyes. The kind of look that sparkles in the eyes of people in love when they look at the person they love. “What?” you question and as soon as the word leaves your mouth that small hint of something so unlike him vanishes too.

“Nothing” he looks away, and clears his throat. “You look ugly when you laugh”

“Says the guy whose whole personality is disgusting” you roll your eyes.

He seems to revel in your insults, happy to see he’s still got what it takes to push your buttons as he smiles with a shake of his head. “You know you are an anomaly”

“Wow. Good job” you pat him on the head like he is a kid. “That is a big word” you snort and he swats your hand away.

“How do you hate someone as awesome as me?” he looks so pleased and full of himself as he praises himself.

“Awesome?” you look at him in ridicule. “No, you are narcissistic, inconsiderate, selfish, incapable of emotions, with grade A fuckboy tendencies and not to mention thoroughly unbearable”

“It’s not narcissism. It’s called being confident and loving yourself” he supplies unhelpfully. “Give it a try sometime. It’ll do wonders for your grade A boring and one-dimensional personality”

You scoff in disbelief. “You’re judging my character?  

“Give and take y/n. Don’t be so hypocritical” he turns to you, gives a lopsided grin before focusing his attention on the TV again.

You sit in silence, wondering why you even bother with him. “Why are you awake anyway at this time of night”

“Yuri is coming...” he looks at the watch “in 10 minutes”

“Who the fuck is Yuri?” you look at him puzzled

“A hot chick I met at the supermarket today. What can I say y/n, the ladies want me. Who am I to deny them the pleasure?” he winks

“I think I am going to be sick” you feel bile in your throat and it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You know what is going to happen and you are not interested in being present at the apartment. So you get up from the comfortable spot on the couch and head towards your room to grab your phone. “I am leaving” you address Taehyung who is still focused on the TV, and grab a jacket from the mini closet.

“That’s a shame” he shakes his head in mock disappointment. “I was going to ask you to join. Three is always better than two”

Your nose scrunches in distaste and a sigh of exasperation leaves your mouth. “Ughh….. You are unbelievable”

“Where are you going to go at this time of the night?” he questions as you put on your jacket. You thought he would ask why you were leaving but maybe he did have the sense to understand social cues.

“Is that concern I hear in your voice Mr. Kim Taehyung?” you face him, eyes narrowed in curiosity and a small quivering grin at the corner of the lip.

“Pffft. No” he shakes his head vigorously and refuses to look at you. It is an awfully eager and defensive response in your opinion “I am not concerned about you. I was just wondering how long you planned to be out” his tone changes to a casual indifference.

“Whatever. I am leaving” you sigh and leave the apartment.

You take the elevator down towards the lobby where you end up bumping into a girl, probably no older than 20.

“Oh I am sorry” she mumbles with a shy voice

“It’s okay” you step out while she steps in. As you are about to turn the corner of the hallway into the main lobby you hear her call out.

“Excuse me, would you happen to know Kim Taehyung?” she questions with a tight-lipped smile

“8th floor, apartment 809” you smile and nod at her before bidding goodbye.

“Yuri” you mumble and shake your head as you step out of the building and into the chilly night. Inhaling the crisp air, your breath frosts in front of you as you exhale. You don’t know where you are going to go or what you are going to do because it’s 11:30 at night and everything is closed.

So you decide that the safest option is to hang around in the compound of the building by the fountain. Crickets chirp somewhere in the distance and you can hear vehicles passing on the bridge nearby. You find an empty bench by the fountain and clean it before taking a seat on it. The cold of the wood immediately makes you shudder but you disregard and open your phone to scroll through Instagram. You regret not bringing your beanie because your head feels exceptionally cold causing chills through your body.You shiver slightly as the cool breeze makes contact with your face. Sniffling, you focus back on your phone, scrolling through your feed liking random pictures here and there.

You jump when your phone blares against the silence of the night. Flashing on the screen is ‘Taehyung’, which causes your brows to knit together in confusion. Why the hell would he call you?

Swiping the pad of your thumb against the screen you pick up his call. “What,” you say monotonously, making sure the disinterest and annoyance carry through.

“Uhh… sorry. I must have called you by accident” he pauses, and you can hear his breathing on the other end. “Uhhh…ummm” he begins again, his tone conveying a kind of uncertainty you have never felt from him before. “Yoongi” there is a slight pause again. “ Yeah. Yoongi-- he texted me. He was asking where you were. So… umm-- what should I tell him?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion further. “He messaged you instead of calling me directly?”

You hear him sigh heavily. “Look, I don't know about all that” he sounds annoyed.

“I am on the benches by the fountain” you give in, not wanting to annoy him further which would, in turn, piss you off if he says something out of frustration. So, just for the sake of avoiding an argument, you tell him. Although, it still doesn’t make sense as to why Yoongi would text Taehyung instead of you.

“Oh ok” and then he abruptly hangs up. Retracting the phone from your ear you look at it confusion.

“What the…” you mutter to yourself, unable to comprehend whatever just happened because isn’t he supposed to be with Yuri doing whatever they are supposed to? But then again everything involving Taehyung is always confusing anyway. So, you overlook this incident attributing it as always to Taehyung’s weirdness. You continue to scroll through your phone when your gaze falls at the top of the screen.

The clock reads 11:45 pm.

It’s only been 15 minutes which comes as a surprise because somehow it felt longer. Probably because it is cold and you really want to go back inside. But how can you? He’s in the apartment doing stuff and you have no interest in being privy to the happenings of his life. You suppose you could have stayed in the apartment and plug your ears or something, but you know you would have felt restless still because just knowing what was happening would make you uncomfortable.

“It’s not at all creepy that you are sitting here in the middle of the night” someone speaks causing you to abandon your phone and shift your attention to the owner of the unknown voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you are surprised to find none other than Taehyung approaching the bench. He’s wearing a black coat and a beanie which weirdly enough makes him look... okay. If you weren’t so adamant on hating him you would have admitted to yourself that he actually looked good-- tall, lean, and handsome.

He throws something and it falls in your lap as he takes a seat next to you. Picking up the object you realize that it is your favourite beanie. You blink rapidly as your eyes shift from the beanie and back to the man sitting next to you. You don’t even know how he knew where to find it but you don’t want to argue because for once he has done something for someone else and you don’t want to malign his considerate intentions.

“Why are you here again? Don’t you have somewhere to be right now?” you question as you put on the hat, immediately feeling a sense of relief as the cold is replaced by warmth.

“I am quick” he says in a smug fashion with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Gross” you look away and focus on your phone again.

As much as you hate him, it’s never weird just sitting in silence with him. It’s comfortable in fact because it’s the only thing you can happily share with him. Everything else always leads to an argument. In its own way that's special because being comfortable through a silence reflects the solidity of any relationship. In your case, it’s the hate you share with him.

“Don’t you ever want that?” he questions, his voice sounding awfully raspy due to the cold. Somehow to your ears, it sounds cute, but you don’t have much time to dwell on that because your eyes fall upon the couple passing by, hand in hand with sickeningly wide smiles on their faces, and fond laughter between them.

“No,” you say straight-faced as you watch them kiss each other. Suddenly you remember the night Taehyung kissed you when you asked him to. The embarrassment comes rushing back, and so does the shame. You blink and look away, focusing on your lap.

“Thinking about when I kissed you?” he nudges which draws your attention to him and you see that same smug smile on his face.

“Ew!” you face contorts in disgust as you stare at him in ridicule. “No” you shuffle away from him so that you are almost at the edge of the bench.

“Your face is completely red and something tells me it’s not because of the weather” he grins satisfactorily. “Don’t tell me that the last time you were kissed was when I kissed you” he gapes at you wide-eyed.

Your eyes drift away from him, too embarrassed at having been caught. “That wasn’t even a kiss” you try to distract him, hoping he would let it go.

“Why? You want to try again?” his eyebrows quirk upwards in question.

“No. I have had better” you inform him nonchalantly, taking satisfaction in the fact that his ego must be hit hard.

“Sure. You tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night” he’s still cocky despite it all. There really is no hope for Kim Taehyung.

“Why are you really here Taehyung?” you look at the man next to you, regarding him with curiosity. You know him enough to know that he won’t be out here without any reason. He would never, leave a girl alone in the apartment. But most of all he would never miss a chance to fuck. If he did, he wouldn’t be Kim Taehyung anymore.

“I don’t know. I am stumped myself” he chuckles with eyes closed as he rests his head against the back of the bench.

“You are a lot of things, but you are not a liar Kim Taehyung” you counter at which point he opens his eyes and turns to look at you. Upon feeling his eyes on yourself, you turn to look at him too. He just stares at you, his eyes reflecting your image. There is a solemn look in them as he considers you-- tries his best to memorize your face as it looks in the moment: red nose, pale skin, flushed cheeks, rosy lips, captivating eyes.

“You’re pretty” it’s two words spoken in a muted tone. Two words which should not affect you but they do. It’s only two words, as simple as any other but when Taehyung says them to you they are not.

You watch as he takes in your face, eyes never resting in one place. And then a soft, subtle smile grows on his lips. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, yet the corners crinkle-- it’s fond and warm. Almost.

You clear your throat and try to collect your thoughts. “Wow. You get disgustingly sappy at--” you turn on your phone to look at the time. “12:00 am in the morning”

“Haven’t you heard, honey? 12 am is the time of romantics” Taehyung shrugs casually, exuding confidence in his words despite making them up on the spot.

“Romantics? Sorry, you mean to tell me that you are a romantic at heart?” your eyebrows curve upwards in question “Do you even have a heart?” you mutter under your breath as you look away.

You hear him snort at your comment, a small smile quivering at the edge of your lip for some reason as well. “I am very romantic as matter of fact” he turns to his phone, swipes a few times and then you hear music. It’s calming, soft, melodious and it blends in perfectly with the chilly atmosphere and the starry night. The musical notes flow through the air, complementing the accompanying vastness of the silence that surrounds you.

“So listening to sappy songs makes you a romantic?” you fold your arms across your chest as you look at him, filled with curiosity and interest.

“Open your mind y/n. For once in your life be spontaneous” he extends a hand in your direction. You gape at him, eyes travelling from his hand to his face, unable to grasp just what the hell is going on. “Dance with me” he asks, hand still in the air in front of you, waiting for your answer.

“Are you crazy?” you chuckle in disbelief.

“Come on y/n. One dance. That’s all” he tries to coax you out of your stubbornness. His eyes bore into yours, gaze held fiercely strong which causes your heart to skip a beat. “Please” his voice is at the edge of a whisper, his eyes conveying sincerity you have never seen before. It’s Kim Taehyung alright. But it’s not. Even though the face is the same, his mannerisms are suddenly different. He’s softer, gentler in the way he looks at you, more considerate as he asks for your permission. The more you look at him the more you feel like you can tolerate him, at least the way he is in that moment. You don’t want to ruin the one time he acts like a normal man would, so you place your hand in his.

Wordlessly, he helps you to your feet. His one hand entwines with yours, his grip firm and strong. The other hand encircles around your back and rests comfortably on your waist, almost like it was meant to all along. His hand is warm, the flesh of his palm soft against your own. His grip around you is not tight the way it was that night. It is much more gentle and soft as if he is okay with the distance between you. You place your other hand on his shoulder.

“I have never danced before” you look him in the eyes

“I won’t let you fall. I promise” his voice is low and soft, almost an octave lower than it usually is.

You begin swaying to the music with Taehyung leading you. You circle around the fountain once, your footsteps in perfect sync. Then he raises your hand up, giving you enough space to twirl under his finger once before he reigns you back into himself by reaching around your waist. You giggle like a school- girl.

“It’s easy isn’t it?” he grins as he twirls you once more and brings you back in.

“I didn’t know you could dance” you mean it as a compliment but you are never going to say he’s good. You don’t want his oversized ego to inflate anymore.

“I didn’t know you knew how to have fun” he smiles at you softly. As you move together in perfect harmony, your hearts beat perfectly in sync too. You move together as if you are in a dream. His eyes rest on you, yet still, he knows where to take you. You can’t look away from him because when he is like this-- he’s beautiful. When he’s not smirking or running his mouth unnecessarily, when his eyes sparkle and glisten with stars, when his voice is full of an untold sincerity, when he holds you close -- not just to prove anything-- Kim Taehyung is marginally bearable.

A sense of calm washes over you something you thought previously impossible, especially when with Taehyung. The way his hand is curled around your waist makes you feel secure like he meant he won't let you fall. It holds the promise of safety. So you decide to let go a little. Let all your worries, and inhibitions fade away with each step you take with him. You allow him to take you anywhere he pleases. If he goes right, you go right. If he speeds up, you speed up. Every movement, every touch feels like it’s planned in advance and nothing feels forced. You feel like you are floating through the air because that’s how light he is on his feet.

He lets go of your waist, as only your hand rests in his. He steps to the side and then brings you back in with a sort of harshness which allows your body to slam into his. But he is quick to stabilize you on your feet as his hand comes back to circle around your waist. Your hand instinctively wraps around his neck, while the other stays intertwined with this right. Then he is back to swaying you lightly to the sound of the music which you had forgotten about because of how immersed you allowed yourself to be.

When it abruptly ends, you feel a loss of warmth the source of which does not stem from your clothes or accessories. No, it is Taehyung. When his hand slips out of yours, it leaves something to be desired.

“You aren’t too bad yourself y/n” Taehyung comments, eyes lingering on your face, and a small curve of his lips upwards into a smile. This time there is no sneering, no cocky smirk, no smugness. It is genuine, something you don’t usually expect from him.

“I had a good lead to follow” you return his smile and begin walking back to the building because you can’t bear the cold anymore. Whether the girl Yuri is in the apartment, whether she isn’t you don’t care. Because Taehyung managed to relax you enough to make you want to fall asleep.

“Wait” he gapes as you pass by him and simultaneously rests a hand on his chest. “Are you complimenting me? Is y/n really complimenting me?” you hear him as you walk away.

“Don’t let it get your head, Kim” you call out without looking back at him and let yourself smile because he can’t see it. A second later you hear his footsteps behind you, but he never falls in step beside you. You look back from the corner of your eyes, a soft grin falling through your lips as you see him walking with hands behind his back, whistling the tune to the song you danced to.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s got a similar smile on his face as he watches you lead the way.

Maybe Kim Taehyung isn’t so hopeless after all.

.  .  .  

Your phone chimes early in the morning, disturbing your sleep. You groan and ignore the sound but moments later it dings again as some notifications pops on the screen. You whine and cover your ears but it chimes again. Croaking your eyes open you reach for your phone and turn it on. The light blinds you initially as you take your time to adjust to it. On the screen there are a bunch of messages.

You read the word reunion in one of the texts and swipe with the pad of your thumb.

You have been added to the group chat : Reunion.

You scroll through the messages and find most of your old classmates in the chat. Some names bring up fond memories and some make you want to throw your phone across the room.

While you are in the midst of reading a notification pops at the top of the screen. It is an e-invite to the Reunion. You click on it and it leads you to a webpage with a large banner stating “Reunion 2018”. Scrolling down you see the invite.

You are invited to the 10-year reunion of ________ school.

At Riviera Resort

12970 80th avenue, JHX 4H7

December 29, 2018

7:00 pm

RSVP: Single ticket __

Plus one __

You stare at the page, particularly at the RSVP part. The more you stare at it the more your realize how much things have changed since high school. You are not the same person you used to be and just thinking about it makes you feel nostalgic. Then your mind drifts to how your classmates must be doing. Are they married? Are they leading successful and fulfilled lives? Are they happy in a way that you aren’t or in a way that you have missed out on? All these thoughts deflate your spirits but at the same time raise an urgent curiosity, so you exit the webpage and check out the profiles of all the people in the chat.

Some are married, some engaged or in relationships, others have kids, while some have successful careers or are busy enjoying their life. You scroll through several pictures and realize that you haven’t achieved all your goals. You are still in the midst of launching your own career, have no relationship, neither any good prospects for a successful romance nor are there any kids in your future.

All it does for your self-esteem is bring it down. You should have just exited and not looked back at it. But you can't escape your nature as human and so you fall into the vicious circle of comparing your life to the pictures you see. A sudden realization dawns upon you that the picture in your head never became real and somewhere along the way you forgot all the things you wanted. Sighing heavily you close your phone, hearing the click sound of the lock and along with it the person you remembered you used to be.

You decide there is no point in wallowing in misery, and you so get ready to start the day fresh. It’s a Sunday and despite the cold, the sun is shining bright and you take that as a cue from the world to move on from your morbid thoughts. As you are about to leave your room, you suddenly remember Yuri and Taehyung, but somehow it ends up leaving a bad taste in your mouth. Since Taehyung’s room is right next to you, you lean around the door of your room and make sure the door of his room isn’t open and it’s safe for you to do your thing.

It’s shut alright and you don’t even want to think about what would have happened last night once you came back. Somehow just thinking about it makes you feel used because with you Taehyung was different. He was soft and unlike anything you have seen before. But if he came back and spent the night with Yuri, it seems so wrong and almost hurtful. You don’t know why you feel this way, but you can’t run away from it. You have had plenty of experience trying to run away from your feelings only to have them catch up to you.

Tiptoeing to the kitchen, you begin making coffee for yourself. You try to be as quiet as possible because you don’t really want to see Taehyung nor that girl or anything that would give away hints of the night they spent. You wait for the coffee maker and as you do your phone vibrates. It’s a message yet again from the reunion group. Disinterested, you put your phone back in the pocket of your jeans.

You begin to feel gloomy again as your mind drifts to the happy pictures of your classmates, living life, having fun. Somehow it makes you feel like a failure and even just the prospect of attending the reunion fills you with dread. How are you supposed to match up to the lives of all these people who seem so happy and fulfilled?

“If I knew, me not being around made you so sad, I would have stayed by your side 24/7” Taehyung enters the kitchen, showered and fully dressed.

You blink out of your trance and look up at him. He’s wearing a dress shirt and pants which weirdly enough suits him. “What?” you question having previously missed whatever he said because you were too busy having a pity party for yourself.

“Why so sad?” he asks as he reaches around you and grabs a cup, coming way too close in the process. He lingers in front of you before he pulls back and pours himself coffee.

“Make your own. Where is your girlfriend anyway?” you snatch the pot from his hand

“Petty much? She’s not my girlfriend and she left early morning” he takes it back and pours himself coffee.

“Whatever” you sigh too tired to argue and brush past him and take a seat on the kitchen island.

His brows knit together in confusion as he notices your despaired state. He follows you to the island and takes a seat next to you, carefully observing the way your eyes don’t light up, or how you aren’t arguing despite him not listening to you, or how you there has been a slight frown in the middle of your forehead since he’s been there.

“What's wrong?” he questions again hoping you answer.

“Nothing” you brush him off with a small mumble.

“You are not a very good liar y/n” he pushes on as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Why do you care anyway?” you finally look up at him from your aimless stare on the counter

He shrugs. “Because I do, whether you like it or not. I do care”

You regard him a moment as you consider telling him. But then you can imagine how he’ll laugh at you and mock you. Or how he will pick apart the fact that you aren’t in a relationship and use that against you. You can clearly see that cocky, ugly smirk on his face as he doesn’t give up the opportunity to taunt you and make fun of you. How can you tell him?

“Forget about it” you look away and stand up.

Before you can move, however, he tugs you by the wrist and forces you to sit down. Your eyes widen in surprise as you look at him confused.

As if he knows what you are about to ask him, he responds. “Sit, and tell me what’s going on with you?” he insists, and there is a certain look of determination in his eyes as he studies you. You don’t think you have ever seen him look so serious. There is a genuineness in his words like he really does want to know.

“Fine. There is a high school reunion that I am invited to and I don’t want to go” you hope it suffices. Besides, knowing Taehyung he probably wouldn’t dig deeper anyway.

There is a moment of silence as he considers you, and you can tell he’s looking at you because out of the corner of your eyes you can see. A part of you is completely shocked at the sudden change in his behaviour. You don’t want to admit it but he’s acting very mature considering how he usually is.

“Liar. That’s not it. If that was the whole reason, you wouldn’t have this frown etched into your skull” he then proceeds to put his index finger between your eyebrows. You grasp his finger and pull it away from your forehead.

It’s is uncharacteristically observant of him. You gape at him in shock with an eyebrow raised, and mouth slightly open. You don’t think you have ever seen this weirdly smart side of him. You always pegged him for someone who is emotionally blind, given his aversion to serious relationships. Despite that though, he’s able to see through you. You don’t know whether to pat him on the back or sock him in the face since he is the one person you don’t have to worry about hiding things from. Usually, he’s either not interested or too dumb to figure it out.

You decide to remain quiet and not give into further interrogation from him. Your eyes drift to your phone as once again it vibrates, surely with some other notification of the reunion you are not interested in. You sigh and place your head against the cold of the island counter.

Noticing your reaction, Taehyung grasps at your phone and turns it on, coming face to face with the reunion notifications.

“You’re having a high school reunion?” you hear him and immediately lift your head to look at him, only to find your phone in his hand and his attention on the screen. You snatch it from his hands.

“I didn’t say you could--”

“Could it be that this reunion thing is bothering you?” he cuts you off, not letting you sway him away from the subject under the pretense of starting an argument.

“Why… why-- why would that bother me?” you stutter helplessly and look away.

“I don’t know you tell me” he stays persistent on the course of finding out why you are bothered.

“That is not what is bothering me” you huff in exasperation.

“Ah ha! So you do admit something is bothering you” his face lights up in realization and a grin of victory stretches across his lips.

“Jesus Christ” you mumble under your breath as you decide to give up and out the truth to him. You really don’t want to spend all day with him pestering you with questions only leading to more arguments which you really don’t have the energy for. “Fine” you look at him and shake your head at how unbelievably persistent he is. “Yes, there is a reunion and I don’t want to go”

“You told me that. But why don’t you want to go?” he leans into the palm of his hand, elbow planted firmly on the counter surface.

“Because everyone is happy. They are all either parents, married, in relationships, or living very successful lives. I don’t fit into any of that Taehyung. I don’t have any of those” you look down in defeat, feeling too embarrassed, and half expecting him to burst into laughter.

Silence befalls, and you anticipate the mocking to begin at any moment.

“So?” he shrugs, the short response making you look up at him while he straightens in his seat. “So what if you aren’t married, or in a relationship? Who cares y/n? Your life is your own and theirs is theirs. You are different people, on very different paths toward very different endings. You can never be them and they can never be you. No one can ever be you y/n” his voice is soft and calming, which makes your heart race. “There is only one of you in this world. Just one. Literally, you are one in a billion and you should own it. Fuck all that crap” he pauses and something stirs in you. It’s deep in your bones, and in your nerves-- a kind of overwhelming feeling of realization.

“Babygirl, you are perfect just the way you are. You are irreplaceable, incomparable because you are you. You are smart, sexy, funny, kind, considerate, compassionate. Do you get that? Do you even know that when you walk into a room you turn heads? Do you know that my friends have asked me for your number so many times? The girls I have been with always worry you’ll steal me ” the corners of his lips curve up in a soft smile that makes his eyes sparkle and the corners crinkle.

Your heart pounds in your chest, blood rushes to your cheeks and your head spins. Something snaps inside of you-- a knot of built up emotions in your chest-- and it floods through you, filling you with an immense sense of gratitude and love-- whether for Kim Taehyung or his words-- you don’t know.

You don’t know what it is that makes you do it. Whether it was his pep talk, the butterflies in your stomach, or just the fact that you might be losing your mind, but you decide “fuck it” and you kiss him. It’s a small peck on the lips.

As you pull away, your conscience kicks in and you realize what you have just done. It’s too late to turn away and be embarrassed. It’s done and when you find the strength to glance at Taehyung you see that’s his cheeks are slightly tinted a shade of red. The fact that he’s silent is more discomforting than if he were to say something because then at least you would know.

You watch as the edge of his lip quivers and he bites down on it and suppresses the smile that could have been. He looks at you just as you look at him, silence the only company between you. He blinks and nods.

“Okay. Let's get you a dress befitting for a princess” he announces abruptly, tugging your hand as he leads you god knows where,  not really providing you with a chance to protest.

.  .  .

“Gucci?!” you stare at him partly in awe and partly in ridicule. “I don’t think my bank account can handle that blow” you shake your head and turn around promptly, beginning your march in the opposite direction when he places a hand on your shoulder and spins you around.

“Relax will you? Who said anything about your money” he looks deep into your eyes trying to calm you down.

You look at him in confusion before it clicks. Your eyes widen and mouth opens wide as you stare at him in shock. “No way, You are not paying for it” you vigorously shake your head.

“Don’t flatter yourself that much. I don’t like you enough to spend money on Gucci for you” and he’s back again. The Taehyung you know and love to hate so much.

“Then why….”

“I have a friend who manages this store and he owes me” he shrugs and forces you to walk beside him by tugging on your wrist.

“You’re seriously going to spend a favour he owes you to buy me a dress? I didn’t even say I was going by the way” you remind him and he looks over his shoulder at you.

“Oh you are going and you are going to be the prettiest there. Besides, having me beside you will increase your worth by millions” he clicks his tongue.

“You? Who said you could come?” you scoff

“You aren’t that inconsiderate y/n. I know you. You would have asked me anyway” he winks

“You wish. I was going to ask Yoongi” you roll your eyes

“He’s at work and I know you don’t have anyone else for a plus one” he winks as he drags you into the store.

“How did you know about the plus one?” you eyes widen in surprise.

“You said people are married and in relationships. So obviously people will want to bring their families” he shakes his head like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Holy fuck…” you mumble. “Who are you? And what have you done with Kim Taehyung?” you gape at him in shock. Since when did he get so smart?

“Drama queen” he chuckles and brings you to the front counter.

A man dressed in a black suit with silver hair just like Taehyung stands behind the counter as he helps a woman carrying about 15 pieces of clothing on her. You feel like you stick out like a sore thumb in the store. The clothes in the whole store cost more than your life, and more than the amount of money that your parents spend raising you and thereafter that you spent on yourself.

“Long time no see, Jimin” Taehyung greets and Jimin immediately turns to face him a bright smile stretching across his lips.

“You too brother” they both shake hands and somehow standing there with Taehyung you can’t help but feel like his girlfriend. You know you aren’t but something about the whole situation makes you feel like that.

“This must be your girlfriend” Jimin turns to you as he stretches his hand towards you. You shake his hand and look at hi  in shock but before you can interrupt and clear his misconception that you are a couple, Taehyung intervenes.

“Something like that. Right y/n?” he says and you can’t tell if he is serious or joking. At a loss for words, all you can do is remain silent and busy yourself in looking around because suddenly Taehyung makes you feel too nervous.

“So, how can I help you?” Jimin is quick to come to the point and avoid small talk. Bless his heart.

“Remember that bet you lost and how you owe me?” Taehyung questions

“Vaguely” Jimin nods slowly

“Well, I need you to find me the prettiest dress you have in this store” he puts forth

“I think I know what you’re looking for” Jimin’s eyes sparkle with excitement as he leads you further into the store. You stop in the trial section, the setup of which reminds you of bridal shops, with a small couch, and a mirror. “One moment” he excuses himself and disappears in the back of the store.

A moment later he is approaching you with the prettiest dress you have ever laid your eyes on. It’s a gold, boat neck dress, with a cinched waist, decorated all over with sequined latticework and floral appliques.

“Oh my god” your jaw drops as you are unable to contain the awe the dress inspires in you.

“I am scared to touch it” you mutter as you gape at the dress filled with delight.

“Touch it? You’re going to wear it” Jimin smiles at you brightly and you can’t help but clap a hand on your mouth to prevent any major squealing.

“Kimberly” Jimin calls over a woman, probably no more than in her 20’s. “Could you help this lady into the gown please” he hands it over to her and she shuffles in one of the dressing rooms.

As soon as the fabric touches your bare skin, you feel like you are transported to cloud nine. It’s softer than anything you have ever felt, more luxurious than anything you have laid eyes on. You carefully tug the neckline over your head, making sure not to rip the dress, or you might just cry. It falls gracefully to the floor, and Kimberly helps zip it up for you in the back.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you don’t recognize the reflection staring back. It certainly doesn’t feel like you. You feel like a totally different person as if you are worth millions. Just by the virtue of wearing something expensive, certain confidence instills in you.

Something about going out in front of Taehyung looking like this makes you nervous.You only allow yourself a moment of weakness before you inhale deeply.  A dress like this deserves a confident owner so you straighten your shoulders and walk outside where Jimin and Taehyung await.

Too immersed in their conversation they don’t notice you. You cough to catch their attention. When he hears the sound, Taehyung turns to face you.

You wait in anticipation for his reaction, not even sure why it means so much to you. As soon as his eyes fall on you, you begin to feel nervous, immediately feeling the need to hide. He scrutinizes, eyes travelling all over your figure.

“Holy fuck….” his jaw drops, eyes wide twice the size as if they’ll pop out at any moment. “Wow. You look beautiful” he sounds breathless, which makes you smile.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily, not sure if he’s being honest.

“You look gorgeous babygirl” he approaches you, stopping close as he rests his hands on your waist. “You are going to turn heads tonight, as always. You know that right?” he’s got that warm smile on his face-- the one that lovers share.

“I dont know…”

“This dress was made for you. It’s perfect. You look perfect” he insists not having any of your self-doubting talks.

You can’t help but smile at him, at how his eyes sparkle, at how the small smile on his face reaches his eyes, at the fond expression on his face. You head back into the dressing room and come out with the dress on your arm.

“How much is it?” you look at Jimin. You hadn’t thought of the price before and now suddenly the dress felt heavy on your arm.

“Don’t worry about it” Taehyung interjects. “I’ll settle it”

“I told you, you are not paying for it” you look at him sternly.

“Do you like it?” he questions instead, his eyes carefully surveying your face.

“Yes. I love it but--”

“That settles it then. We’re buying it” he whispers as Jimin takes the dress from you and rings you up.

“No way” you follow Jimin and Taehyung to the front counter and your heart drops at seeing the four digits on the screen. “You are not paying for it”

“Already did” he looks over his shoulder as you hear the beep of the machine.

Jimin hands Taehyung the bag and he turns and holds it for you take.

“Taehyung--” you start but he cuts you off.

“It’s worth it y/n” he’s got a look of sincerity in his eyes and a small smile on his face.

You don’t know what it is, but somehow , he is a changed man. Never did you imagine in a million years that Taehyung would act this way and for once leave you speechless and not because he’s got you furious at him. All you can do is look at him in wonder and try to figure out what about him has suddenly changed. Is it the smile on his face? Is it the way he looks at you-- or rather the fondness and adoration that decorates his eyes whenever he does look at you, is it his voice? Or is it how genuine and sincere his words sound when he talks? Whatever it is, all you know is that something has changed.

.  .  .

On the day of the reunion, you don’t see Taehyung all day long. You wonder if he’s ditched you and as the day goes along the feeling solidifies greatly in your heart. It’s like a stab, and it hurts. You don’t even want to think about him because it just makes you angry. It makes you want to fall on your bed and cry to your heart’s content. Because suddenly the thought of Taehyung with someone else, doing something else doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t want to think about where he is, and if he’s got another girl on his arm as he promises her the world, and his love even though he’ll never mean it. You don’t want to think about a Taehyung that is different from how you have seen him in the past few weeks.

The clock strikes 6 pm and still, there is no sign of Taehyung. You are supposed to be at the venue at 7 and a part of you just wants to leave because sitting on the couch with your dress and makeup on makes you feel like you’re being stood up. Because as you stubbornly wait for Taehyung to come, you know you have already lost this battle to him.

You tap your foot impatiently on the ground, turning to look at the clock on the wall. It’s 10 past 6 now and as you still wait for Taehyung, you can’t help but feel with certainty that he isn’t going to show up. That whatever promises he had made through his words as he made you feel beautiful, through his actions as he bought you the dress, it is all false. Contempt rises somewhere deep as you hate yourself for losing to him, for giving into his deceptively charming and sweet ways, for letting yourself feel something other than hate for him.

The lump of emotions that rose to your throat when you first thought Taehyung had ditched you, was still as present as ever, threatening to unravel with the promise of ruining your mascara and makeup. You glance at the clock again and your heart sinks further into your chest.

He’s not coming and with that conclusion, you rise from your spot, gather the dress around you, careful not to step on the seams because even if you have to go alone you are not going to let that ruin how beautiful you look. Even if you don’t have Taehyung’s reassuring and confident words to make you feel like a million bucks, you know you look pretty. You don’t need him to make you feel like anything. You’re enough on your own, for yourself.

You grab an overcoat to put on and are about to call a cab when you hear the front door open. With the click sound, your heart stops beating for one second and from the other side emerges none other than Kim Taehyung. You gawk at him, hardly able to believe that he’s there in front of you.

He’s clad in a black suit, with a white shirt underneath, clinging tight to his frame and a black tie to go along. His silver hair is parted in the middle, the fringes falling on either side of his forehead. He looks breathtaking and you have to gulp away the awe to prevent it from falling through your lips.

“Sorry I am late” he passes a mischevious grin

“I didn’t think--”

“I was coming” he finishes your sentence and takes a step closer to you. His eyes travel all over your body from top to bottom and then back up again as he takes in everything. “I didn’t think you could top how you looked in this dress the first time, but consider my mind changed. Y/n you look absolutely beautiful” he offers a genuine smile to go along with the compliment.

“Thank you” you murmur with a downcast gaze.

He hooks his fingers underneath your chin and makes you look up at him. “There is no looking down tonight baby girl. Only up”

Your heart skips a beat at how raspy his voice sounds and at how he’s looking at you-- with warmth and fondness in his eyes. It’s the look he has been giving you increasingly lately. “You look really handsome as well” you manage to croak the words despite how much he makes you want to hide somewhere out of sheer nervousness.

“I had to bring my A game if I was to compete with how stunning you look” he chuckles lightly as he lets go of you. “Which is why I am late. I had to look high and low for something that could compare to the glow you get wearing this dress”

Your lips curve up in a smile at the compliment. “Meh” you shrug “You look okay. You could have done better” you scrunch your nose for a second, in the way of teasing, a sly grin stretching across your lips as you do.

“Oh please. I look like a million bucks and I make you look like a million bucks too” he offers you his arm and you take it gladly.

But there is no denying that he does look good and there is also no refuting the fact that he does make you feel and look like a million bucks.

.  .  .

You should have known it would happen. And why not? After all, Kim fucking Taeyhyung was by your side looking nothing less than a King. So of course when you enter the resort all eyes come to rest on you and him. Mostly him though. But that doesn’t deter because for once people are looking at you-- in awe and wonder. The confidence that it instills in you is pleasurable, it’s almost a high that you have never experienced before. Is this what Taehyung feels like all the time? Because if that is so, it’s not so bad being the center of attention once in a while.

“They are staring” you keep your eyes ahead and mutter through a smile to Taehyung.

“Yes they are” he replies as he surveys the surroundings to confirm it. “They are staring at you. I told you, you turn heads when you walk into a room” he smiles at you fondly when you meet his eyes upon hearing him say it again.

“I don’t think it’s me. I think they are all looking at you” you reply as you look around

“You see that guy in the corner by the bar. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we entered” he motions his heads in said direction and you follow his eyes. And he’s right, a guy is staring at you. “And that group of guys we just passed by, they are all looking at you. So are the girls on the table 3’o clock”

You look over your shoulder at the group of guys you just passed. You can feel their eyes on you and then you shift your attention to the girls he was talking about and accidentally make eye contact with one of them.

“Some want you while others want to be you. That’s what you do when you walk into a room y/n. Own it, be proud of it” he gently squeezes your hand which rests in his arm with his other hand.

“I would but I feel too anxious and dizzy” you say breathily, hardly able to handle all the eyes on yourself.

“It’s okay. You can lean on me” he says softly as he brings the arm he had offered you for your support to rest gently on your waist as he holds you close against him. You gulp, and even though your anxiety doesn’t fade away, you feel reassured him by your side. You feel like you can conquer the night with him.

“I doubt I can. You’ll go off running at the first sign of booze and girls” you chuckle. You are obviously kidding, but there is a slight part of you that is worried about the possibility of that happening. A month ago you wouldn’t have cared what he does. But now it matters-- a tiny, tiny bit.

“Not tonight. Tonight I am all yours” he smiles down at you.

“We’ll see how much you can resist your nature” you grin at him, hoping deep down that he keeps his word.

Taehyung leads you to an empty table and just as you are about to take a seat, you hear commotion behind you and what sounds a lot like your name being called out. Looking at Taehyung puzzled, you turn around and see Tiffany and Do Yeon approaching, your eyes widening in excitement.

“Oh my god!” you gasp and laugh as you meet them halfway and hug both of them, “It’s been way too long!” you squeal, as the three of you hug it out. Back in high school, Do Yeon, you and Tiffany used to be so close that people called you the three musketeers. They were your partners in crime, and nothing could have separated you. But then life happened and you all went to different universities or colleges which led to you drifting apart and eventually losing contact with each other.

It feels too nostalgic, and all memories come rushing back. The way you three would never shut up during class and Mr. Mckenzie your homeroom teacher would put you all in detention, making you arrange the classroom, help him carry his papers and do all sorts of mundane tasks. But with them it all became fun.

If you knew Do Yeon and Tiffany were coming you never would have worried about it. With Taehyung almost forgotten you gasp and look behind them to find two guys, awkwardly standing and watching the exchange.

“Are you going to introduce me?” you whisper to Tiffany and its as if she realizes she had come with someone.

“Y/n meet my husband Jay” she gestures to her husband. “And Jay this is y/n”

“Hi” you extend your hand in greeting and he shakes it firmly. “Pleasure to meet you” you smile at him.

“Hi I am Jang Hoon” the other male introduces himself.

“My husband” Do yeon says with pride and the weird glimmer in her eyes that reminds you of how Taehyung looks at you. And then you remember Taehyung. You turn around and motion for him to join you, suddenly excited for him to meet your friends.

“This is Taehyung” you look at Do Yeon and Tiffany. “My-”

“Boyfriend. Pleased to meet you” he chimes in out of nowhere, making your eyes widen twice their size as you gawk at him, while he shakes everyone’s hand.

“Oh my god y/n, he’s so hot” Do Yeon pulls you aside as she whispers that in your ear. You turn to look at her in shock. You blink repeatedly as you try to make sense of whatever the hell just happened.

“He’s not my--” you are about to tell her the truth when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you come face to face with Taehyung who has got a smile plastered on his lips. You can’t tell if he’s actually smiling or if he’s putting on a show.

“If it is okay with you, may I steal my beautiful girlfriend for just a moment”? he speaks as he takes your waist and asks Do Yeon for permission. You never imagined him to be a gentleman.

“Oh no. Please go ahead” she smiles at you. “We’ll be by the bar. Come once you are done. Lots to catch up on”

You nod at her and then turn to Taehyung. Before speaking you ensure no one is around. “What was that?”

“Before you kill me, just hear me out” he raises his hands in the air as he tries his best to calm you down. “I am not saying you have to agree with it, but don’t you think it will be weird if you introduce me as your roommate? If you want to, that’s up to you. But I thought it might be better if I say I am your boyfriend, just so you don’t have to deal with all the questions that come at gatherings for single people” he pauses, studying for face for signs of anger before he continues. “I just want you to enjoy the night and not have to worry about what you’ll tell people about why you’re you know..” he looks around to ensure no is eavesdropping.

You are kind of angry at him for being so spontaneous about it, but when you take a moment to think about it he is right. If you were to introduce him as your roommate it would be way too weird, because people usually don’t bring roommates to such gatherings. You can’t say he’s a friend because he’s not and calling him a friend just feels too out of the normal for what your relationship is with him.

Besides, what’s wrong about pretending to be fake dating for one night? Loads of single people probably do it right? Maybe you do need to be spontaneous and take more risks. It’s not like you are actually dating him. It’s just going to be an act and you haven’t been with someone for so long so this might come as a respite no matter how childish and unrealistic it is. What is the worst that could happen?

“Fine” you sigh. “Just for tonight”

“Okay” he nods, his stare lingering on your face for a few seconds before his hand slips into yours with so much ease it startles you. It doesn’t feel awkward. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t feel forced or weird. It feels so natural it takes you a moment to adjust to that feeling. You know how cheesy it is, but it’s almost like his hand was made to fit yours. It’s so perfectly warm, and soft, and his hand mould’s around yours like it was meant to be there from the beginning.

You look at him questioningly, eyes travelling from your intertwined hands to his face. He gets the cue and opens his mouth to explain himself when you stop him.

“It’s an act. I know. It’s just-- it was sudden” you blink away, gulping the nervousness down your throat.

“Sorry” he gives your hand a little squeeze along with a soft smile, that still manages to reach his eyes. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah” you say rather breathily and then inhale deeply as you head towards the bar where Tiffany and Do Yeon are with their husbands. Somehow, thinking about them you feel like a cheat since Taehyung isn’t really your boyfriend. You don’t know what he is to you, but you are lying about whatever it is-- to yourself and to others.

“The lovebirds have arrived” Do Yeon announces with a teasing smile as you approach the table.

It ends up making you blush, and you duck your head so that the red on your cheeks isn’t visible to anyone. You feel Taehyung squeeze your hand gently, kind of like a reassurance that it’s okay. Even as you take your seats beside each other, Taehyung doesn’t let go of your hand, and a tiny smile begins to creep on you, and you have to pull your lip between your teeth to stop it from showing. It feels too right, too natural-- as if it’s supposed to be like this. Your heart doesn’t spare any mercy as you feel the rhythm reach your ears, vibrating, and the staccato that builds makes another rush of blood flood your cheeks.

“So, how did you guys meet?” Tiffany asks with a curious glint in her eyes as her and Do Yeon share a look between themselves.

For just a second you feel bad for lying to them and feel disappointed for yourself because none of it is real. It’s one fleeting moment, and as it passes by you can’t help but feel heartbroken.

You turn to Taehyung, eyes wide, full-blown panic setting in because you had not discussed what you would tell them. It was such an impromptu thing, you didn’t have time to prepare a story-- no, you didn’t have time to prepare any lies. Taehyung begins rubbing small circles on the back of your hand which helps you school your expression into something more neutral.

“Actually, my cousin Yoongi introduced us. I was looking for a place to live and Yoongi had a room available. So I decided I would live with them and then I met y/n when I went to see the apartment” he smiles at everyone on the table and nods. “That’s how we first met”

“Oh come on! That’s so bland” Do Yeon complains from beside you. “It can’t be that simple”

“N-no. That’s actually how we met, for real” you try to cover for Taehyung because it really is the truth. He didn’t make it up.

“Well, that’s not what we want to know. What I want to know is how you both realized you were in love with each other” Do Yeon’s eyebrows quirk upwards as she asks for all the juicy details of something that doesnt exist

Your eyes meet Taehyung, and you can almost see the wheels of his mind whirring to come up with something. He blinks a few times before looking back at Do Yeon with a polite smile.

“For me, it was a single, simple conversation. We were talking and she poured out her heart to me, and as I looked at her-- it hit me. I love her, I thought” he pauses to look at you. The only time you have ever poured your heart out to him was the day when you told him about the reunion and how insecure you felt about yourself. So, is he being sincere?

With eyes resting on your face he continues, his gaze unflinching “I can’t point to a single thing she said, but I remember thinking to myself, she’s got it all wrong” his voice is so soft you want to melt into a puddle of goo. “As I looked at her at the moment, and as I saw the frown on her forehead, the wild concern in her eyes, I couldn’t help but think she was the most beautifully fragile thing I have ever seen. It was like before that moment I hadn’t really felt anything in my entire life. But then in that one moment, as I was looking at her go on and on, I felt it all-- her sorrow, her pain, her joy, her fears, hopes, and dreams. It was like a realization of being alive” he breaks off.

You can’t look away because his words have you mesmerized once more. You can’t look away because you don’t want to lose the sight of the sincerity in his eyes. You feel your eyes getting glossy, your vision getting blurry because every single word of his touched your heart. A part of it is knowing that it’s all fake, and yet he’s touched your soul in a way no one has. It’s knowing that he’s just putting on an act-- a rather convincing act because even you believed him for a second.

You blink repeatedly to push back the tears because if you cry then it becomes real.

“Oh my god….” you hear Tiffany and as you look at her you see that her mouth is agape and there is a shine in her eyes and her voice is rough and shaky.

“Wow. you are a lucky girl y/n” Do Yeon chimes in as she looks at you with a bright smile like she is truly happy for you.

It’s all fake, you have to remind yourself.

“What about you y/n?” Jay asks as he leans in with interest, looking at you in anticipation.

“Dance” you nod as you look at everyone at the table, realizing how quick you answered, almost as if you were waiting for someone to ask. “It was when he asked me to dance with him, in the middle of the night outside in the cold weather. He pulled out his phone, played a song and asked me to dance. It was a simple gesture. It was just a dance, but when he held me I felt it. It wasn’t a spark” you shake your head as you turn to glance at Taehyung. “There was no electric feeling. It just felt right. But more than that it was when I looked at him-- when I saw his eyes that got me. He looked at me in a way all girls want to be looked at by a man-- like the whole world could crumble around us and he wouldn’t blink”

“ Oh god!” Do Yeon cries from beside Taehyung, as she claps a hand on her mouth.  

It takes your awareness a second to catch up, but when it does you realize everyone is looking at you. That he is looking at you, through you just as he has many times before.

“I love you y/n” he whispers softly his eyes locked on you

You hiccup unable to gather your thoughts, unable to gather yourself as you fall apart under the scrutiny of his gaze and under the sheer weight of his words. Utterly and thoroughly unable to speak because he’s got you caged in the palm of his hand, and you are so helpless that you can’t even blink without his permission.

There has never been a time in your life more confusing than this moment. There are words at the tip of your tongue, eager to be spoken. But you don’t know whether he is lying or if he is being honest. Despite how truly sincere he sounds and looks you can’t read him. He could just be putting on a show in which case if you say it back-- your feelings will make a fool out of you for believing him. But if he is truthful and if you don’t say it then you are cruel and heartless to refuse his passion and love for you.

So all you do is stare back at him, and hope that he gets the answer by looking into your eyes. You hope that somehow the desperation makes its way into your eyes and conveys itself to him. Your heart feels so heavy that you would rather it burst or stop beating altogether and spare you some mercy.

“Well, I don’t think it’s jumping the gun when I ask when is the wedding?” Tiffany squeals as she looks at you both expectantly.

“We’re working on that, aren’t we y/n?” Taehyung turns to you with a smile and your heart literally skips a beat.

“Y-yeah” you clear your throat. “Yeah we are”

“Of course! I’ve never seen any two people in love as much as you guys” Do Yeon cries, hand resting on her chest and an adoring smile on her face.

But you’re not in love. It’s just an act and suddenly you begin feeling suffocated. This is not how it should happen. Taehyung doesn’t even love you, he doesn’t even like you so why is that you suddenly expect him to? It’s only words, empty meaningless words that he has the ability thread together beautifully, so why does it make your heart heavy and your throat constrict? Why does any of this affect you?

A few weeks ago you couldn’t stand the sight of him and now you can’t seem to look away from him. What changed and why?

Unable to breathe, you excuse yourself and head out to the balcony that overlooks the entrance of the resort. The air is cold as it is fresh which comes as a respite for your lungs. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling the air going into your lungs with a relief. You feel slightly dizzy as your hold tightens on the railing. You can hear the sound of cars on the nearby highway and you can see buildings upon building, with mountains towering over the scenery at some distance.

You barely have to time to catch your breath when you feel something around yourself and looking behind you, you find Taehyung as he takes off his suit jacket and puts it around your shoulders.

“Don’t catch a cold. I don’t want to be stuck taking care of you if you get sick” he smiles down at you, almost teasingly-- no bite, no snarkiness, no attitude in his tone.

You chuckle with a shake of your head. “You know you really got me in there. I almost thought you meant everything you were saying” you look up to meet his eyes.

“What about you? All that the world could crumble around us shit? I have never seen anyone swoon so hard as I did Do Yeon and Tiffany” he comments, further reminding you that it was just an act, not that you needed a reminder.

“Oh. Well, good job to the both of us” a rather disappointing smile curves at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah” he huffs through his nose hands coming to rest upon the railing just like yours.

You stand in silence as you stare straight ahead, your mind full of thoughts of how close he is standing, how good he looks, and the slight buzzing under your skin as a result of it. You are more wound up in your head than you are in the present moment. The silence that didn’t use to bother you, is too loud now. Too unbearable and suffocating. You could inhale all the air in the world and still feel breathless.

As if it couldn’t get worse, just then Taehyung turns you you, pull yous to him so that you face him, places his hand on your cheek and presses his lips to yours. Your mind numbs and so does your body. Kissing Taehyung doesn’t feel like fireworks. It feels like a long time coming like it’s something overdue just waiting to happen. It feels like it’s supposed to happen, like it’s really meant to happen. Kissing him feels like finding a missing piece of the puzzle that you have somehow unconsciously been searching for all your life. Sure, your heart is beating like crazy and your mind is rampant with all kinds of thoughts-- but that’s not all it feels like.

It feels like your heart, your body will explode at any moment. It feels like a beginning like the sunrise. It feels like home and comfort. It feels like this is what you are supposed to do for the next 50 years of your life and image of you and Taehyung growing old together flashes in your mind. It feels exactly right.

“Oops. Sorry” Do Yeon speaks from the balcony door.

Taehyung pulls back, with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths as do you. You realize then that he’s just acting. It was only a show for Do Yeon so she doesn’t suspect anything. It feels like a stab in the heart, a cruel twist that you did not foresee which makes it that much more unbearable.

“Nothing” you press your lips together in a smile, and it is the hardest thing you have ever had to do.

“We were all going to head to the restaurant downstairs. Do you guys want to join us?” she questions

You have half a mind to say you don’t want to because pretending to love him is too tiring, too heartbreaking, because somehow somewhere you know you aren’t pretending. But before you can deny the offer Taehyung is tugging on your hand and leading you out.

“We’re going?” you question as you have no choice but to follow him since he’s got a hold of you.

He stops and turns to face you. “You said one night. It’s not over yet, so let's go all the way” he looks at you expectingly with his eyes searching yours, silently pleading for you to agree.

“Why?” your voice breaks, and a lump of emotions rises to your throat, choking you, suffocating you so much so that you are afraid to say another word.

He’s silent as he just looks at you. His gaze falls downward for just a moment before he looks at you again. “Because tonight you love me and I love you”

You don’t know how to reply. It’s too confusing, too crazy to make sense of. You shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t make you feel this way but at the end of the day, the truth is: he does. He’s tugging at your wrist again as he drags you behind him, not giving you a chance to give up nor giving you the opportunity to figure him out.

.  .  .

The dim lights of the restaurant give you the space you need to let a tear fall gently on your cheek. But before the waterworks can start you swallow your emotions away, suppressing to the depths of your heart and willing them to stay there because now is not the time to cry. Something tells you, you will have plenty of time for it later.

So you adjust your face, forcing a thin smile on your lips and you try to join into the conversation. Everyone is laughing, including Taehyung. But somehow his smile is so bright, and blinding that you can’t see anyone else on the table. He’s as clear as day beside you while everything and everyone else blurs into nothing. He’s laughing at something Jay is telling him but you can’t hear the words. All you can hear is Taehyung’s small giggles and laughter.  All you can see is the smile on his lips which unconsciously makes your lips curve into a smile as well.

Even though no one is looking, his hand gently comes to rest upon yours in your lap under the table. How he does it so easily, you don’t know. How he can just act like his hand is supposed to be there, you will never know.

“You love him don’t you?” Tiffany nudges your elbow from beside you.

A true actor is one with whom the audience cannot tell where the actor begins and the character ends. If you were a good actor, the answer would have been relatively easy-- a yes, since it wouldn’t have meant anything had you truly been acting. But you don’t say anything as you just smile at her and hope she sees in it whatever she wants to see and hear whatever answer she wants to hear from you.

“Y/n?” you hear your name which makes you look behind Tiffany and at

“Seokjin?” you exclaim as you look at him wide-eyed. “Kim Seokjin?” you chuckle in surprise as Taehyung turns his attention to you and the unknown man standing in front of you.

“It’s y/n’s high school boyfriend. Seokjin” Do Yeon leans in across the table and whispers to Taehyung. He nods and turns to look at you, at the way you are smiling and looking at Seokjin. He lifts his hand from yours and places it in his lap.

“They dated for 3 years starting in grade 10, but he had to move away for school” Do Yeon informs Taehyung, and he tears his eyes away from you and nods at her as he registers her words.

You stand up and give Seokjin a hug, remembering the moments in high school when you two were inseparable. It was an easier time, fewer complications.

“You still look the same as you did in high school” he smiles at you, the way he used to when you were dating him and it stirs something in you. Maybe it’s emotions associated with old memories, but it does feel good to see him after so long.

“You grew taller” you tease him

“You became more beautiful” the smile on his face still holds up.

From behind you, Tiffany clears her throat. “Long time no see Jinnie”

“You too Tiffany. Do Yeon” he nods at her

“This is Taehyung, y/n’s boyfriend” Do Yeon takes the initiative to introduce Taehyung to Seokjin.

Taehyung stands up, comes out of the seating area where you stand with Seokjin. He pulls you into himself as his hand rests on your waist. “Hi” he extends a hand towards Seokjin. “I am Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you”

“Kim Seokjin” they shake hands. “You guys look good together” Jin compliments you, making a blush creep up on your cheeks.

“We get that a lot” Taehyung smiles at Seokjin, his hold tightening on your waist. But it’s not the kind of civil smile shared between two strangers. There is something different in the way he smiles at Jin-- almost like he’s being passive-aggressive like he is showing off.

“I am sure you do” Jin nods as he looks at you, unblinking.

Taehyung clears his throat and Seokjin looks from you to him. “Anyway” he claps his hands gently. “I should get going. My colleagues are waiting for me. We should meet up sometime y/n”

“Yeah sure” you nod and you both end up exchanging numbers.

With one last look at you and a nod at Taehyung, he turns around and disappears from your sight.

The rest of the time Taehyung doesn’t speak much and neither does he look at you.

The night finally comes to an end. You’re walking back to the car with Taehyung, hand in hand just for the sake of pretending. Neither of you lets go even after everyone has left and you’re standing by the car just staring at each other.

“Good job tonight” Taehyung comments as he sways your interlocked hands back and forth.

“You too” you force a lifeless smile on your face as you look away from him.

“So Seokjin huh” he brings it up and you can’t say you are surprised because you were expecting him to.

“Yeah. It was a long time ago” you sigh as your eyes stop on your hand in his, the feeling of butterflies coming back in your stomach.

“Are you going to meet him?” he questions as he looks at your hands as well, gently stroking the surface of your hand with his thumb.

“I have to” you whisper, keeping your gaze focused on your interlocked hands.

“No you don’t” he counters in an equally soft voice.

“How do you know?” you glance at him, stopping to only look at him because of how the moonlight gives his eyes a silver glow making him look more beautiful than before. It takes your breath away.

“Because you wouldn’t have looked away as you answered. I told you you are a bad liar y/n” he uses his free hand and rests it on your waist as he gently strokes the side of your body.

“Really?” you lean into him, slowly losing breath as he pulls you in closer. “What else have I lied about?” you urge him on, feeling the tingles inside of you making your brain feel hazy and making everything else but the feeling of skin against yours feel unimportant.

There is a moment of silence as he pulls you in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours as you both breathe heavily. You cast your gaze down, as he plays with your fingers in his, the pads of his fingers running around your hand as you play a game of catch with each other.

“Tonight” he finally answers your question as he dips his head and presses his lips to yours. “Everything about tonight was a lie wasn’t it?” he mumbles against your lips with a raspy voice that makes your knees buckle. He gives a soft kiss again. “You lied didn’t you y/n?” he mumbles into your mouth as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip.

“No” you moan into his mouth, desperate to feel him against you. You push him back until he hits the side of the car. You rise to your tiptoes as you kiss him, but he pulls back with a teasing smile on his face. Your vision is hazy as you look at him, a feeling of intoxication filling you up. The sounds of your heavy breathing are all you hear. “I can’t take it anymore Taehyung” you plead as you use the lapels of his jacket to pull him down and press your lips against his in a firm kiss.

He places a hand behind your neck as he pulls you in further and deepens the kiss. You drink in this feeling of him against you as if you’ll never feel this way again. He pulls back for air and you notice his rosy cheeks.

“Ever since I have seen you in this dress, I’ve only thought of one thing” he breathes against your lips as he places nimble pecks on them.

“What?” you ask as your hold tightens on the lapels of his jacket.

“I want you. Just the way you look right now” he buries his nose in your hair, leaving tender kisses on your shoulder, and stroking your back up and down.

“Take me Taehyung” you whisper as your hands thread through his hair, gently tugging. “All of me. I am all yours. Please”

“Are you sure” he groans into your skin.

“Yes” you whisper against his ear.

He doesn’t hesitate for even a second as the answer leaves your lips.

.  .  .  

You are thankful that the drive home is only 5 minutes and as soon as you are back to the apart, you are slamming each other against walls, windows and furniture as you kiss each other’s faces off. Taehyung backs you into your bedroom without breaking the kiss and you both fall onto the mattress.

You tug on his suit jacket, taking it off and within the next few seconds, he’s naked and on top of you.

“You’re so beautiful” you rub your hands against his torso and pull him down for a hungry kiss.

“Not as much as you, he reaches behind your back and your arch up to give access to the zip. He hurriedly takes off your dress and pauses as he revels at the sight in front of him.

“You are so fucking beautiful y/n” he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Do you want to stop?” he questions again as he pulls back to look at you.

“No. No. Don’t” you shake your head and pull him down again.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he fucks you. The sound of skin against skin, the sound of his breathing, his low groans and soft moans make everything that was previously unbearable, a little bearable. The way he loves you in the present moment as if he’s never loved anyone like this before, it breaks everything in you. The way he tells you, you look beautiful, the way his hands dance across your body, the way his lips connect with your skin-- brings you to your high and he chases it down with his own.

And when everything is said and done and the moon is high in the sky and the night is as silent as ever, he pulls you into himself as he spoons and cuddles you while leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he questions because you are too quiet.

“Mhmm” you mumble as you play with his hand, refusing to let yourself part from the feeling of skin against yours. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” you question as you bring his hand to your lips and kiss the back of it.

“Anything, babygirl” he presses a soft kiss in the crook of your neck

“Was this different?” your heart beats uncontrollably fast

He’s silent as he plays with your hand and then sighs. “Look at me”

You have no choice but to turn around and face him. You can’t look in his eyes so you keep your gaze cast downward as you run a finger up and down his chest, just to calm yourself down. He stops your movements as he places a hand atop yours and brings your fingers to his lips, placing gentle kisses on the pad of each finger.

“You’re the best thing that has happened to me, baby” he hooks a finger under your chin and forces you to look at him. “I meant everything I said tonight and what we just shared was amazing. You were amazing. Please don’t compare yourself to anyone else because they can never be what you are to me” he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Really?” you look at him, trying to figure out if he’s being sincere. But then you see his eyes and you know.

“I don’t know what love is y/n and I know we are not perfect people. We are flawed to the core, you and me. I don’t know where we are headed after this but if love is the feeling I get when I am with you then I love you” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t know what love is either Kim Taehyung. But in this moment, I feel like I love you too” you press a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth.

.  .  .  

2 years later

You and Taehyung are a complete mess as you bump into each other trying to find your clothes in a hurry. It turns out weddings are always a hectic time and not preparing well in advance always leads to chaos. So chaos it is in your apartment as both of you hurry from the bathroom to your room, to the closet as you try to get ready and be at the wedding in time. If you don’t get there on time there really is no point.

“Baby, did you see my wallet?” Taehyung pops into the frantically searching for his wallet and turning the bed you made two minutes ago upside down.

You glare at him. “I just made the bed and your wallet is on the dresser” you point to the dressing table sitting on top of which is his wallet.

He grabs his wallet, runs to the bathroom where you are getting ready and places a kiss on your cheek. “I am leaving okay? I ‘ll see you there. Can’t wait”

You put the finishing touches of your makeup on, and your phone rings. You pick it up, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you guys?” you hear Yoongi’s frantic voice. “Where the hell is your boyfriend?”

“Taehyung just left and I am coming. I’ve got the wedding dress. Don’t worry. I’ll see you in a few okay?” you hang up hurriedly as you shove everything to one side of the counter, not having any time to clean it up. You run to the closet and grab the dress, making sure not to step on it.

You hurry down to the compound building, where Do Yeon is waiting in the car for you. You open the back door and lay the dress down on the back seat.

“Ready?” she asks as he puts in the gear and drives away.

You arrive at the venue, grab the dress and run inside the hotel almost tripping in the process. Taking the elevator to the 4th floor, you hurry to the end of the hall and knock on the door.

It opens to reveal Suran, Yoongi’s fiance and soon to be wife. “Oh thank god you are here!” she pulls you into the room. “Thank you for keeping the dress safe. If I had kept it at my place, Yoongi would have seen it” she huffs as he slips pit of the bathrobe she’s wearing. You help her put the dress on and then work on unrolling the curlers from her hair.

The door flings open while you are in the midst of it and Do Yeon enters. “You look beautiful Suran” she compliments as she takes a seat on the bed and waits. “Where is your beau y/n?” she questions.

“Doing his best man duties I am sure” you smile at her through the mirror

“Oh yeah! Are you guys excited?” Suran questions next

“About what?” you look at her in confusion as the lat curler comes off with relative ease.

“The wedding? You’re getting married in six months.. remember? “ she chuckles at the look of realization on your face.

“Oh yeah! We’re a mess. I don’t know how it’s going to work out. But we’ll get there” you smile fondly just thinking about it.

“Okay enough of the sappy stuff. We have 15 minutes left” Do Yeon looks at her watch.

“We’re done” you look at Suran one last time through the mirror to make sure she looks absolutely perfect. She gets up from the chair, gathering her trail behind her, as you hand her the flowers.

“Good luck. I have got to go” you kiss her on the cheek and leave for the ballroom on the first floor where the wedding is going to take place.

You arrive at the scene, to find Taehyung already standing in front of the entrance with his navy blue suit on. You stop beside him and place your arm in his.

“You look beautiful” he comments as you fix your dress.

“You could have done better” you chuckle as you place a small kiss on his cheek. “Kidding. You look handsome as always”

“Ready?” he questions as the door opens to reveal the hall full of guests who turn around to look at the best man and the maid of honour.

“Ready” you answer with the happiest smile on your face.

You walk down the aisle, arm in arm with a spring to your feet because six months from now you'll be walking towards him and towards a future, you had seen in your head when he had kissed you all those years ago during the reunion night.

He lets go of you as you both take your respective places. Suran enters and the wedding proceeds without any major hitches.

“I do” says Yoongi and you look at Taehyung. He's looking back at you with a smile that conveys so many emotions, and so many moments of anticipation of what’s to come.

“I do” says Suran and the smile on your face grows as your gaze is locked onto Taehyung.

The wedding ends on a happy note as everyone cheers for Yoongi and Suran as they walk down the aisle as husband and wife.

.  .  .

During the reception, as the first dance ends for the couple, everyone else joins in and the music of Suran and Yoongi’s song fades into a familiar melody.

“Will you dance with me?” Taehyung offers his hand.

You turn to look at him, realizing it’s the same song he had played that night two years when he had first asked you to dance with him. The night you had irrevocably fallen in love with him.

You slip your hand into his, as he leads you to the dance floor. He places his hand around your waist and you place your hand on his shoulder as you begin to sway to the music. It brings back memories of that night, and you are hit with a wave of nostalgic feelings. He leads you as he did that night, twirling you around and bringing you back in.

He looks exactly as he did that night-- full of love and adoration. He offers a small smile as he keeps his eyes locked onto yours, like the whole world around him is non-existent except you. As if all he can see is you.

He looks at you the way all girls want to be looked at by a man-- as if the whole world could crumble around you and he wouldn’t blink.

End.

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[peachyjie]

Drowned || Zhu Xing Jie

A/N : The anon who requested this, entirely made my day better. Istg, i’ve been waiting for anyone to request about our beloved Huba. Enjoy my love 💕

Requested : Yes, ily btw (Ask box is still open, flow it in)

P.s : this is like a reverse scenario from Half Past Three and I am melting while writing this, but I’ll let all of you enjoy all the fluff while it last

Pairing : Zhu Xing Jie - Reader

Cameo : Thirdwheel Xiaogui

Genre : fluff *enjoy it while it last*

Summary : Everyone finds it amusing whenever they see you with Xingjie. Because it’s not easy to train a wild cold Huba to be so.... soft

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You were prepared, so prepared. Because you are not risking a bigger percentage of any brain damages right now.

When you walked in the house, it was silent. Too silent. But you suspected right.

Because when you setted aside your shoes, there it was.

“Y/N!!!!!!”, quicker than anything. He launches himself on you. You stared at the figure, a smile on your face.

Caught and in a warm embrace, you felt a step closer to home. You laughed, whilst the younger giddly jump in your embrace.

“Hi, Linkai”, you greeted him. He was all wide smile, jumping on his heels. “We miss you, what took you so longggggg”, he whined.

“Did that kid gave you any brain damage again?”, a voice interrupted your sibling moment with Linkai. You looked up and saw your one and only, beloved boyfriend, Zhu XingJie.

An unamused expression pasted on his face as he stared at Xiaogui who has his hands all around you.

“I came prepared, knowing this rascal wants me to lose my memory so I can date him instead”, you clucked your tounge.

Xingjie came closer to you, nodding. Forcefully pulling Xiaogui from your embrace. With the kid away from you, Xingjie easily slung a hand on your shoulder.

He uses another hand to guide your face near him, he rest a kiss on your lips. With a smile that made you melt, you swore you have never seen such being so perfect like Xingjie.

“Welcome back, beautiful”

He takes the bag of groceries you brought to make food for the others, and grabbed your other hand, proceeding to the kitchen.

There he setted the bag down on the counter, helping you organizing them.

This was a routine of yours. You’ve been dating with Xingjie since senior year of Highschool before proceeding to college. Which quite tested both of your bond on each other.

It wasn’t too convinient being in an relationship when you are seperated. Especially since Xingjie here is busy promoting after Idol Producer and then you’re buzzed up with college. But both of you made it work.

You both made schedules. Every two or three weeks you would go to his place and hang around with his friends, cuddling up with him. Basically catching up.

And this was one of the special day

You took an apron, putting it on. Xingjie being the passionate lover he is, took the chance of tying the apron for you. Basically back hugging you in advance.

You smiled at him gratefully, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Xingjie was about to lower down himself to another peck on the lips, but the Grammarie kids knows when to show up.

“Y/N”, you spun around with the sudden call. Laughing seeing Xiaogui being held by Yanchen for causing trouble.

“Hi”, you greeted all of them. Yanchen nodded to you and smiled. Xingjie was cool with his members being all close to you, because basically you know them first before you knew Xingjie.

And Xingjie is cool with anything as long as you are happy.

Okay, maybe he’s not too cool with Xiaogui

“Are you guys doing something inappropriate before we came in?”, Xingjie’s eyes immediately ran to murder Xiaogui.

“You better shut up, Xiaogui. Or Jie-ge will-“

Yanchen didn’t even need to finish his sentence, because we all know that small kid. He loves making a fuss.

“You know, Y/N. Huba-ge here is so drowned on love, he makes songs about you since you started dating. And speaking the truth, mostly it’s him pouring out his emoti-“

Oh that was it

Xingjie launches himself on Xiaogui, ready to murder him. You on the other hand was blushing.

Sure you know Xingjie makes songs and it’s his passion, sure you also listen to his masterpiece. And you’ve heard him sing, rap and his performances in Idol Producer. But you never knew the song was from you, about you.

Oh boy

“Some help?”, Yanchen looks at you for help. You snapped back to reality. Looking at the wild situation.

“Can you not be such a crow?”, Xingjie was on the ground with Xiaogui. Headlocking the younger.

“Say sorry!”, Xingjie hissed. Xiaogui whined instead. “Are you sorry?!”

“Yes”, Xiaogui mumbled. “I can’t hear you”, Xingjie barks.

You swore this isn’t the first time you see Xingjie like this. I mean, he did this to discipline the young ones, he once said.

You saw how he adopted Justin back in Idol Producer, or how he almost murdered Qian ZhengHao because he pinched Xingjie’s cheeks.

You and Yanchen just stood at the side watching, you stared at Yanchen. “How about we let them have their moment?”, you suggested.

Yanchen was about to object, before Xiaogui started producing a whale mating call scream. So Yanchen, caring about how much his life worth, nodded at your suggestion.

“Great, help me with dinner then”, he nodded again. Getting one last glance at Xiaogui’s last wrath, he went to wash the vegetables.

Content fills in your heart. You finished the bloodbath peaceful dinner with the boys, where they decided to excuse themselves after they finished.

You hummed a soft tune as you turns on the sink water, ready to wash the dishes. You bubbled up the sponge and took a plate to clean.

Until a hand snaked around your waist, and you felt a small weight on your shoulder.

You smiled, already knowing the culprit.

“Hello again, Xingjie”, he hummed in response.

You were quiet sad knowing the day ends too early, as you still wish to be with them longer. Around Xingjie longer

“Busy life in college?”, he asked out of the blue. You nodded. “Kind of”

He lets go of the embrace, slowly cutting the warmth. Slowly you felt the cold air cooling. You stared at Xingjie, walking beside you to the dishrack with a drying cloth.

“Do I need to use a paperbag to cover my face or do you want to bore holes on my handsome face?”, you snapped back out of trance and stared at a smirking Huba. I had to

You quickly turned and continue doing the dishes. He is chuckling, taking a clean plate from you before proceeding to dry it.

“I never knew your songs was about me”, you said softly. You saw Xingjie grew rigid before he sighs.

“I didn’t want you to know”, he said catching you off guard. You looked at him unsure what to feel about his response.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way, Y/N”, he said noticing your gaze. He continued to talk whilst drying the plate.

You decided to continue also, still bothered by his answer. Xingjie probably sense your aura of discomfort, he puts down the plate and cloth.

“Y/N”, he called softly. You looked at him, he was already facing you, a hand on the counter.

“Look, you known me since 2nd year of Highschool and we have been dating for almost 2 years now. Being with you is everything I could ask for, ever.”

“What are you getting in with-“

“Listen”, he sighed. Gulping a little, he continued.

“You know I have a cold image, and it makes me that type of a cool guy everyone’s intimidated with. Ask Yanjun, he was terrified when he first saw me!”

“But here, I can’t show you how much you meant to me. You know how awkward I am. Hence I am still asking myself why are you even dating me”

You laughed a little making him smile in process

“I didn’t want you to know that my songs are about you because you made me flustered okay. It makes me seems soft and cute”

“But also”, he took your hand. Slowly holding it in a soft manner as he talks.

“Also. The way your eyes lit up when you hear it for the first time, it’s precious. Because you sincerely like my songs not because knowing it’s about you.”

“You like my songs because you relate to it. You know what I was trying to point out in every lines, every lyrics. You know how much my hardship is to finish one damn song”

“But most of all”, he smiled softly at you. So fond knowing he could be so drown into you, he doesn’t even care if Xiaogui came in with a Huba costume just to piss him all.

“Most of all, you like my songs because it has the essence of me. Because that’s song is not just about you, it’s about us”

You smiled in the process. Sure Xingjie isn’t the most lovey dovey boyfriend ever. And sure Xingjie gets really awkward if he shows affection not just to you, but to everyone.

But seeing him cracking open a bigger hole sent you more wave of relief. You smiled wider at Xingjie’s flustered self.

“Thank you. Thank your for being my everything, Xingjie”

You both had to admit it, being so drawn in love wasn’t so bad. Because both of you know, whatever that will happen in the future may determine how strong your relationship will be.

Maybe this can reassure you. His small confession to you, a secret between two. Both of you knew.

Xingjie closed the gap between you and him, hands on your waist. Smiling, he leans down slowly.

How much you mean to him, and how terrified he will be if he lose you.

You closed your eyes as he closed his, closing the gap. The proximity of your’s and his face was so small, a nudge can help both of you fasten the pase.

“Oh can you both just please hurry up!”, eye wide open, both of you spun around staring in horror. Sitting right in front of you was Xiaogui, eating his banana with an irritated expression on.

“I swear, this is worse than waiting for Zhangjing succeeding on his diet! Like what is wrong with-“, you swore you’ve never seen Xingjie so pissed before.

He launches himself on Xiaogui, swearing to himself to murder the kid. You laughed.

Zhu XingJie, Huba. The man with many talents from singing, rapping, dancing, until doing magic. The man who caught China’s attention after they slept at him for god knows how long. The man who owns your heart.

And you know, both of you are drowned in each other’s love to even think of breaking up

HAHAHAHA the irony sorry but i hope you guys like it ehehehehehehhehe

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[mi-nyu-dreams]

My Vampire Knight Ch. 8

My Vampire Knight

Chapter 8

It’s okay....

A/N:

Hi guys! New readers and old readers please read! So, for my older readers, I’m so sorry for leaving you all! TTOTT I intended to update a longggggg time ago. But, things happened and I ended up with writers-block. I couldn’t muster up the energy to write a new chapter for this. But I didn’t want to abandon it. So I took a break. A hiatus I guess. I wanted to rest and get my life together. And I tried to write new things and drabbles to re-energize my creative senses. That’s why I wrote new stuff. But now, I’m sorta back. I kinda injured myself and made a new long series that will take up more of my time and I have college, but I won’t abandon this fic. I’ll just not be updating as much and chapters may be shorter. But I’ll write the best of my ability and keep this up for all of you guys! Thank you for reading and being patient. And to my new readers, welcome and I hope you can be patient with my updates! Thank you so much!

“And so, Changkyunie really really likes music. He and Jooheonie are always rapping and recording stuff.” Minhyuk explains as the three of you sat in the back of the cafeteria.

Minhyuk had been dragging you and Changkyun around all day. After every class, he would bust down the hallways toward you with Changkyun in hand and drag you somewhere. He labeled this as “getting to know each other time”. It was weird, to be honest. You barely just met them, but already, within almost four hours of the day, you had already found out about so many things about Changkyun and Minhyuk. As though, you three had known each other for like ever.

“Hyung. Can’t you just shut up for like... five seconds?” Changkyun complained as he rubs his temple in annoyance. “Aish! That’s not how you speak to your elders!” Minhyuk snarked back. You smiled and giggle as you watch the two of them converse. They were so cute. “Oh?! Y/N is laughing!” Minhyuk beams. You immediately stop and place a serious face. “N-no!” You playfully object. Minhyuk smiles slyly and pinches your cheeks. “Yes you did!!” He laughs. “Ahhhh! That hurts!” You whine as you try to pull away from him. Suddenly, Changkyun pulls Minhyuk away and frowns.

“You’re hurting her, Hyung.” He nagged. Minhyuk pouts and crosses his arms. “At least I’m interacting with her!” He states with a pout. Changkyun frowned and sighed. “You’re so weird.” He comments. “Weird?!” Minhyuk gasps, offended by his friends comment. “You’re the weird one, not conversing and being nice.” Minhyuk frowns. “I’m weird?!” Changkyun retorts. “So being respectful and spacious is ‘weird’?” He looks away in disbelief. “Wow...”

Minhyuk puffs his cheeks and looks over to you. “Y/N! Who is weirder?!” He pouts. You stare at the two is shock and confusion. They were being children, fighting about such a minor thing. You didn’t understand, but just laughed and sighed. “You’re both weird.” You cross your arms and look at the two handsome men in amusement. “Two grown guys fighting over a minor subject. That’s weird.” You say as you smile. The two stared in shock. “Uh...”

“It’s cute though, both of you. Your friendship is cute.” You truthfully tell. And in that moment they both blushed and looked away. “Oh...” Minhyuk clears his throat and smiles. You look over at Changkyun who was bright red and trying very hard to avoid eye-contact. You giggle at his adorable attempt and smile. “Y/N, you’re cute too.” Minhyuk compliments. You smile and bowed to him. “Thanks.”

It was a nice time together. You got to know the two way better than you had thought and they both are so sweet. You smiled at the thought and look at the two as they bicker once more. What genuine and beautiful friendship. So.... human....

Suddenly, the bell rings and it was time to go back to class.

***

“Y/N-ah!” Ma-ri calls out to you as she runs up to you. You were standing at the front of the school waiting for Ma-ri to come. “Y/N-ah! Guess what?!” She asks as she flings herself onto you. You chuckle and try to keep balance as she throws herself onto you. “What?” You ask. She pulls away and smiles brightly. “I have a date today!” She blurts out proudly. You look at her in shock. “Date?” You ask. She nods vigorously and beams. “Yep! I forgot to tell you a few days ago cuz I was so excited about your kiss!” She chimed. You immediately hit her and hush her. “MA-RI?!” You scold. She laughs and squeezes your cheeks. “I’m sorry!!”

You pull her hands away in annoyance and sigh. “So we’re not hanging out today?” You ask with a slight pout. Ma-ri pouts sadly and nods. “Sowwy...” She cutely apologizes. You stare at her a little mad, but sigh and smile as you pat her head. “It’s okay. You go enjoy your date.” You tell her with a smile. She immediately brightens up and squeals. “Y/N-ah! I love you!” She hops up and down. You laugh and try to calm her down. “Okay okay! I’ll just take the bus home then.” You tell her as you take her hand and smile. “Enjoy your date!”

Ma-ri nods and clasps her hands with yours. “Mm!” She smiles. “Make sure to take the safe route and if anything happens, call me or Junsu-oppa! Okay?” She tells you with a stern voice. You nod and roll your eyes. “Yes yes.” You smile and she begin to walk away. “Text me later how it goes.” You tell her as she backs away. She nods and gives you an okay sign, to then immediately turn away and rush over to a guy in the parking lot. You sigh and chuckle. “I hope things go well.”

You then begin to turn away and find the bus stop, but you hear a voice behind you. “Y/N?”

You immediately turn around and find Changkyun. “Oh? Changkyun-ssi.” You bow and smile. “You’re not riding with your friend?” He asks. You shake your head and grin. “She has other plans, so I’m heading home alone.” You explain. Changkyun nods and looks around for a bit. He then huffs and walks up closer to you. “I can take you home.” He suggests. You looked at him curious and a little taken aback. “Oh?” You question. He nods and points back to the parking lot. “I don’t have anything to do. I can take you home.” He suggests once more. You think it over and ponder.

It would be better. He pretty much knew where you lived now, and he’s a good person. You nod and look at him. “Sure.” You agreed. A small smile appeared on Changkyun’s face and he nods. “Okay.” He motions you to follow him and the both of you head to his car.

As you two walk on, you watched him from behind. You didn’t notice until now, but he was pretty thin yet tall. He seemed like regular height for a male and his frame was pretty normal. His blonde-brown hair short and delicate, and his gait was sorta swagger yet formal. He was a peculiar guy, you thought. Peculiar, but handsome. And... a vampire.

The both of you reached the car and you let yourself in. It was the same black car he had last time, so you were familiar. As you sat in, the male quickly comforted himself inside and let you comfort yourself. “Same place, right?” He asks as he buckled himself. You nod. “Yeah.” You then buckle yourself, but as you did, you remembered back to when you two first met. When he buckled the seatbelt for you. You remember feeling flustered but also annoyed at his cheeky expression at that time.

You then take a glance at him and see him start the car. “Thank you for the ride, Changkyun-ssi.” You say. He nods and smiles. “You’re welcome. Also...” He pauses and glances over at you as he drives. “You can just call me Changkyun.” He tells you. You take a few seconds to process his words, and simply smile afterwards. “Okay, Changkyun.” Once you said those few words, you spied a small smile form at his lips. It was cute.

He continued on driving and the two of you had some small leisurely chats. You found out he had a younger brother and that him and the boys were all very close. They had known each other since birth technically. “So, you’re closest to Jooheon and Minhyuk?” You ask. He nods and hums in reply. “Mhm. Although, I am the youngest of our friend group, we mostly treat each other like family.” He explains. You smile and nod. “That’s nice. A strong bond between friends like you guys is a very good thing.” You say with a smile. “That’s inspiring.”

He raises a brow and glances at you. “Inspiring?” He questions. You nod. “I never had a lot of friends when I was young. Even now, I just have Ma-ri and her brother Junsu.” You explain. “I lost my parents when I was a kid... they disappeared and never returned. No body was found, so we couldn’t conclude they were dead. And because of that, as well as the fact my Aunt, a Vampire Hunter, was raising me.” You paused, looked out the window, and sigh. “People didn’t like approaching me. So I didn’t have a lot of friends. Not any long term ones anyways.”

“I’m sorry.” Changkyun apologizes with a sympathetic tone. You shake your head and sigh. “It’s fine. I’m glad to have Ma-ri and Junsu. They’re all I need.” You explain. This earns a smile for Changkyun. “That’s good.” He says. You look over to him and see a relieved but questioning expression. “Thanks...” You thank.

***

“Thank you again.” You thank once more as Changkyun parks the car in front of your apartment complex. He looks at you with a gentle smile and nods. “No problem.” He answers. You smile at his gentle expression and quickly open the door to go out. But, before you could exit, he takes your hand and stops you. You look at him curiously and questingly. “Is there something you need?” You ask. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, however eventually speaks.

“Please take care and be safe.” He says with a concerned and sincere expression. You stare at him in confusion. Take care? Why is he worried? You stare in confusion a bit, but eventually nod and smile. “Okay.” You bid goodbye as he slowly releases you. With another smile, you bid him farewell and exit his vehicle. You take a gasp of air and sigh as you stretched a little and continue to walk off toward your home.

But, before you could take another step into the building, a sound of a gun bangs and you feel your body get tugged and pulled out of your initial spot. Within seconds, you find yourself tightly wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, across the street and a loud echo blasts from nearby. You didn’t have any time to react, but your heart was beating faster than the speed of light. You quickly look around, but don’t see a single thing around. Where the hell did that bullet come from? You then look at Changkyun who was still holding onto you tightly. He was breathing heavily and eyeing the entire area. His eyes were also glowing a deep shade of red. The color of blood.

“C-Changkyun?” You call out to him. He doesn’t answer you and you felt his grip tighten. “W-what?—“ Before you could say anymore, another shot is fired and this time Changkyun was barely able to dodge it. The bullet scratches him on the cheek and nicks a bit of your hair. He flings the both of you back toward his car and he quickly hides the both of you behind it.

“Changkyun, what’s going on?!” You ask, full of fear. Changkyun looks at you and gulps. “I need you to call 911 right now.” He commands. You didn’t even question him and nodded as you fumble to pull out your phone and dial 911. Meanwhile, the vampire boy continues to scan the area to find this unknown shooter. “Where the hell?!” He groans as he scans the buildings. “It’s a sniper...”

“Hello? 911? Yes! Someone is shooting at me and a friend and I don’t know where it is!” You explain. “No. I can’t see the person. They shot twice and missed but—“

BANG!

Another shot is fired and it barely misses you as it penetrates the car and grazes your arm. “Damn! They’re on that side?!” Changkyun immediately takes you into his arms and carries you over and into the apartment complex. “C-Changkyun?!” You gasp as he pulls you in and hides you behind one of the counters in the lobby. “Stay low!” He commands as he clenches you tightly and examines the outside.

“Hello?!” A voice calls out of the phone. You suddenly remember you were still on the phone with the operator. “H-Hello?!” You quick answer again. “Hello? What is happening?” The lady on the other side asks. “They shot again! I’m inside a building now with a friend!” You explain, panic gradually rising within you. “I’m at Hwasa Apartment Complex in Seoul!” You tell. The lady responds quickly and assured you that authorities are on their way.

“Please stay calm. I’m right here. Tell me if anything is happening, okay?” The operator orders you. You nod and reply with a mumble. “I—“

“Y/N!”

BANG!

In seconds, Changkyun takes a tight grip of you and shields you with his body as the front door suddenly blows up and debris fly in all directions. “CHANGKYUN?!” You scream in fear as you see glass and other debris scatter about in the building. Luckily, no one was hurt since the both of you were behind a counter. But, you accidentally dropped your phone and it had flew somewhere. “Y/N?! Are you okay?!” Changkyun worriedly asks as he slowly raises his head. You nod but immediately duck and hide in his arms as you hear another gun shot.

“Fucking hell!” Changkyun curses as he quickly grabs his phone and dials a number. “What’s happening?” You ask. Changkyun looks down at you and huffs. “Someone’s trying to kill us.” He bluntly tells. “SOMEONE WHAT?!” You gasp. But at the moment, someone picks up Changkyun’s call. “Hyung!” He exclaims. “Hyung! I need help! They’re here! And I have Y/N with me!” He explains. “Who?—“ you were about ask, until bullets begin to fly into the building, causing you to scream and huddle tightly in Changkyun’s protection.

“HYUNG!” He tells out furiously. “Okay! We’re coming! Keep her safe!” The voice tells out through the phone. You were too scared to try to recognize the voice and just continue to hold onto Changkyun tightly. “C-Changkyun!” You yell in panic as the bullets fly around. A planted pot goes flying across the room and more explosions are heard. Changkyun hugs you in his arms tightly and begins to reassure you that you are safe with him. “It’s okay! It’s okay, Y/N! You’re going to be fine!” He hugs you and pats you for comfort. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He speaks warmly. “I’m here. Don’t worry.”

Another explosion goes off and the building shakes. You shudder and begin to whimper in fear. What the hell was happening?! Why is someone trying to kill you two?! Why?! What’s going on?! So many questions were running through your brain, but you were also incredibly afraid for the both of you. Every bang, every crash, and every flying bullet caused you to tense and shake. You hold onto Changkyun tightly, him being your only sense of security, and begin to cry. “C-Changkyun...” You whimper. He tried to hush you and calm you down with reassuring words and gestures. “It’s okay. I’m here. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He continuously says as he hugs you. You could feel his heart beating vigorously and his breathing sharpening.

“I’m scared!” You cry. He nods and pats your head. “I know.... but it’s going to be okay. I promise.” He assures with a gentle and soft tone. His protective grip, his calming voice, and his mere presence was assuring and comforting for you. You felt secured even though you were scared. But you trusted Changkyun. He was your only comfort now.

Suddenly, you hear sirens and a cars screeching outside. It was the police. You felt a bit of relief. However, before you could feel anymore senses of security, you hear a huge boom and your entire surroundings explode.

“CHANGKYUN!”

#kpop #monsta x #im changkyun #minhyuk #vampire #vampire au #au #fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #monsta x fanfiction #My Vampire Knight

[fleur-quinn]

Challenge: Blood

((So here’s the longggggg overdue challengeeee. Sorry in advance for any typos, unedited, sorryyyy. I’ll post an elimination fic laterrr. I was going to try to post this before the winning fic but oh well, here it isss. Thanks @ladyvenusvaleand @clove-teasdale for the rp))

I am doing some research on my computer next to Vee who is reading a book when the women’s room bursts open. Taylor is on the other side of me, finishing a scarf. I hear somebody storm in, close the door behind her, leans in and catches her breath.

Venus, ever the calm one, looks up from her book and says, “Um excuse me, this is the Women's Room.”

The person takes a deep breath. “Really? Didn’t notice.” he deadpans.

He.

I scream at the sight of a man in the women’s room and instinctively cover my body with my hands.

“Um…” He starts awkwardly.

Venus narrows her eyes. “I don't think I appreciate your tone. But whatever, I assume you barged in here for good reason.”

I slowly uncover myself, realizing how ridiculous I am. “Explain, please.”

“We need to move.” The man states plainly, he then nods at Taylor. “You should head out through the west door and head to your safe room.”

I turn to look at Vee worriedly. “Huh, why? What’s happening?”

Clove, who is sitting at the other side of the room, takes off her headphones and frowns. “Rogers.”

They know each other?!

“Come on, you three have to come with me.” Rogers says, walking over to make Clove stand.

“How do we know this is not a trap?” Vee asks, but before any of us can react, something explodes in the back. Vee swears before moving towards the safe room. My eyes widen in shock before grabbing my stuff and following her.

“It shouldn’t be more than 24 hours before you’re out. You’ll have to wait until someone gets you out.” I hear Rogers cry behind us.

“Rogers, what’s going on?” Clove asks.

“Nothing.”

“Rogers.”

Seriously, can they just get going?

They immediately do as I think as people start banging on the door. Clove and Rogers continue to bicker before the rebels alarm goes off. I think somebody scream or yell or something or maybe it is me as we all run to the closing Safe room.

Bang.

And then we are locked in the safe room.

Shoot shoot shoot flower flower flower. What the hell is going on?

Are we really safe? Even if we are… What about everyone else? What about Brooks, Nate, Victoria, the King and Queen-

My blood starts to turn cold and I realize I may be getting an anxiety attack soon.

Deep breath in. And out. In and out.

You’re an actress. What do you do when bad things that make you anxious happen?

I act.

“NO I NEED TO MAKE SURE MARSHALL IS OKAY.” I take a deep breath and turn around to find Venus at the door, trying to get out.

“I’m sure Marshall is safe and sound!” I say, pulling her away from the door.

“NO! God.That girl has a hero complex, she's going to try to save everyone.” She cries, burying her face in her hands. I sigh inwardly. I did not sign up for this and I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to convince her of something that I can’t even promise. For all we know, we can be the only ones alive in this palace.

Br-

Stop it. Do not let your mind go there. Stop overthinking. Focus on something else.

So I walk around the room, drowning out the sounds of the other girls, and try to focus on checking out the room.

I am in the midst of counting the amount of Oreos they have for the fourth time when I suddenly realize there is some commotion going on with the girls.

“Vee! NO!” I cry as I stare at her fractured ones and pull her hands over to inspect them. “Flower. What have you done?”

She reassured me she’s fine and Clove is all over her already so I go back to finish my counting before going back to them. Counting gave me something to do. It gave me calm. I ask Vee how she’s doing and she tells me about her worries about Marshall.

I give her a hug. “I’m sure she’s absolutely fine! She’s a selected! If someone barged into the women’s room to tell us to go to a safe room, I’m sure someone went to the library as well!”

Clove mumbles something before shaking her head sighing, setting the kit aside. “Everyone’s going to be fine.” She then looks over at the floor where she left her headphones and journal, pressing her lips together but not saying anything else.

It’s going to be okay.

I’m okay.

Everything and everyone will be fine.

You’re an actress. Act.

I clap my hands once and smile brightly. “Come on! Stop worrying! I looked around the room. There’s food, water and sleeping stuff here.” I say, turning to Vee. “Would you like us to lay down a mattress so you can rest better?”

She shakes her head. “No, I just want to get out...how can you be so cheery at a time like this?” She groans.

I struggle to keep my smile intact. This is just a movie. You’re just pretending to be locked up. You- “B-because there’s no use to be all depressed right now! Besides, someone needs to take in charge!”

Clove walks over to her stuff in another spot on the floor, but spares me a glance, raising an eyebrow. “By being over enthusiastic about this? There's nothing to take charge of.”

Bish. Why is she such a realist? We can all use a bit of fakeness right now. “I mean we shouldn’t all just stand here and moan... It always helps to be positive!”

She mumbles softly, picking her journal, but we all can hear her in the small room. “Being positive and pretending to be positive isn't the same thing.”

“Excuse me, what?”

Venus grumbles something about us arguing about the wrong thing but we both ignore her.

Clove scoffs. “What? You're going to tell me you feel positivity oozing at the prospect of being trapped in here for who knows how long with.” Her voice gets exponentially louder as she points at Venus. “Fractured-hands over there and me, while having no idea of what's going on outside, during an attack on the palace?!"

“Well it was about time you let it all out, are you feel better? Just because we're stuck here, I'm gonna let the fractured hands comment slide.” Venus comments, earning a flat look from the other girl.

I huff and cross my arms in annoyance. “Well no! This whole situation doesn’t scream positivity, but would it help if you just sit there and cry and frown? No!” I pause to take a deep breath. “It’s true that we’re going to be stuck here for heaven knows how long and with no idea what is happening outside and there is nothing we can do to help! And- you know what? I don’t have to explain anything to you!” I finish and walk away before everything breaks down. I faintly hear Venus call me but I ignore her as my mind starts to be overloaded with worrying thoughts again and I struggle to breathe normally. The two girls continue to talk but I once again drown out their voices.

I wish I can just hit pause for a moment.

Some time passes and I suddenly feel pressure on my arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” I hear Vee ask. I try to convince her that I am and Vee being Vee obviously don’t believe me. And me being a law student ask her for evidence. “Well for one you just screamed at Clove.” She replies with a shrug. “Like I know she's your competition but still…” She pauses and covers her mouth when she realised what she said.

I wipe my tears away and turn around to face her in shock. “What?”

Venus shakes her head. “Okay I didn't want to say anything but now that it's out, I might as well. It's no secret she's always running around with Brooks and that journal of hers.” She says, gesturing dramatically at the book. I look over at the book. I’ve noticed that for some time too, but I always told myself that I was just overthinking.

“Glad to know you’re so interested in my life, but I don’t see how that’s related to competition. And I don’t see how that’s an excuse to yell at me either.” I hear Clove says. Why can’t she stay quiet for a moment?

“First I didn’t yell at you, second you were the one who started yelling at me out of nowhere.” I tell her quietly, not wanting to get into a proper argument with her. I’m too tired.

But apparently she’s not.

“Venus is the one who mentioned you yelling as a reason to prove you were upset. I’m just repeating her words and pointing out they don’t make sense.”

“And who was the one telling me to stop being positive?” I ask her, my voice louder this time.

“Um, Venus was the first to ask why you were acting like that in case you don’t remember. I just told you to stop acting like you’re not worried. Letting stress bring you down is not the way to go, sure, but you don’t have to repress it and pretend it’s not there. Honestly, I don’t know why you’re arguing with me. I just prefer not to be talked about like there’s some obvious thing going on to be upset with me.”

Gosh, remind me not to do anything to this girl. She does. Not. Let. Things. Slide.

“You know what? I’m not going to waste my time arguing with you.” I tell her simply. Someone has to be the bigger person here.

She turns back to her journal, but she still wouldn’t shut up. “Then have your friend refrain from bringing me up unless she’s going to be direct. I’m not the one looking to fight.”

“Now you’re just being rude.” I state, crossing my arms.

“It’s the truth but alright.” She mumbles, scribbling in her annoying journal.

“You want direct, fine I want to know why you keep running around doing secret missions with Brooks. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the Selected so you can't say it doesn't concern us.” Venus steps in, I try to motion for her to stop, btu decide against it. I wanna know as well. “Well?”

Clove looks up, annoyed. “What are you? A stalker or a mind reader? Because first of all, that’s none of your business at the moment. What I do on my free time or with whom is none of your concern. Second of all, hanging out with Brooks is not some sort of felony. I’m helping him out on something and that is all. Not everything has to involve you.”

“I never said everything revolves around me!” Vee splutters.

“Woah, hold your horses, Clove. Vee was simply telling you what she observed and it’s totally natural for her ask about it. A simple, ‘sorry, I can’t tell you’ would’ve been fine!” Last year I would not have defended Venus, but now she’s my friend, and you do not mess with Fleur Quinn’s friends. They continue argue a bit before Venus gives up as well. And I decide to step in.

“Um... Anyone hungry? They’ve got food here.” I say, pointing to the food, hoping to change the girls’ focus. It works and we eat and rest. And soon, after what seems like years, the door opens and we are let out of the room. We meet up with the other royals and girls and Nate and I exchange a few words. He seems preoccupied and that’s when I know I’m leaving soon. I’ve been here too long anyways. I go back to my room and dismiss my maids, not wanting to deal with anyone. I check it to see I’ve got a lot of texts, unanswered calls and notifications in my social media. I screen through the notifications to see all of them from my fans asking if I’m alright. My family has called and texted a lot of times and my friends have texted me. I quickly typed my family a message, too tired and not in the mood to talk. Then I texted my assistant to help me deal with the fans because even though I love them, I am really not in the mood. Finally, I screen through my friends’ texts and they are mostly asking about how am it. But one text singles out itself and catches my attention. The sender has sent me over forty texts but the last one… The last one says

“I’m sorry if this is too late but I love you.”

I shake my head as I feel a headache coming along. I really can’t deal with this right now. So, switching off my phone, I take a quick shower, bury myself in my fluffy pajama and fall onto my bed.

Closing my eyes, I finally let my tears fall.

#challenge #fleur quinn #vee tag #clove tag

[writers-leir]

soulmate!minghao

soulmate!minghao

your parents always tried to hide your tattoo

because

who the hell says “what the fuck” as their first words to their soulmate

your friends all find it funny as hECk but not you!!!! you stress about it so often because like,,,,,,,what could be so bad that your soulmate would swear at you?????????????

honestly your friends always made sO much fun of you and you were always like sHUT UP

you’re actually childhood friends with kwon soonyoung!!!

and you’re always making sure he doesn’t do something stupid

most of the times he still does

and he’s been wanting to introduce you to the rest of seventeen for a lOnggGGGG time like you’re his best friend and basically sibling and he really wants his best friend to meet the rest of his family!!!!!!

but you’ve always kind of been,,,,,,,,,,,,hesitant like they seem so intimidating

eventually soonyoung decides that you should make a list of who you think is the least to most intimidating and you two will meet each member individually and you’re like!!!!!!! soonyoung did you just come up with a good idea and he’s like sHUT UP I’M FULL OF GOOD IDEAS

not surprisingly jisoo, chan and seokmin are pretty high up your list

and then soonyoung sees the last person and???????? it’s minghao????? and soonyoung remembers that time when he got wrecked by minghao and he nods like i AGREE

you meet seokmin first and he’s the literal SUN like all of your nerves are gone the second he walks into the room

you meet jisoo, and then chan (who’s a little bit more nervous) and you two are slowly going through the list

you realize that??????? they’re not all that intimidating????????? like seungcheol is a literal ball of fluff and mingyu’s just a lost tall pupper (especially because his soulmate wasn’t in the room,,,,,,,,,what a nerd) and jihoon is just really bad at showing his emotions

you meet jun and he woN’T STOP the flirting

soonyoung was lowkey ready to smack him until he remembered that jun was his senior (by like five days) and he was like fRICK

you two finally reach the last two people on the list

and soonyoung is still shocked that you had hansol as second last??????????

but honestly you just think hansol looks,,,,,,,,,super intimidating,,,,,,,,,,,

and then you meet him and you’re like ??????????? wow????????????? he’s actually just a shy little kid??????? so cute???????????????

but then soonyoung exaggerates sO much about how scary minghao is

which ends up with you wanting to meet him even less because holy crap he sounds terrifying and “i saw him wrecking mingyu that one time you guys got tricked onto the island”

and when you walk into the room minghao’s just playing with his phone

and soonyoung sits you down next to him

and the room falls to silence

and it’s so awkward you’re like what do i do omg????????

and minghao’s struggling to find what to say too

so soonyoung basically tries to make things less awkward and says “y/n thought that you were the scariest, so they refused to see you until they’ve met everyone else”

and minghao’s just like ?????????????

“what the fuck?”

your eyes widen at the tone of his voice

“it’s not my fault you look like you’re ready to kill someone 24/7”

his eyes widen as well

and he’s like

“holy shit”

“?????????”

“my own soulmate refused to meet me”

both you and soonyoung had forgotten about your tattoo

and you guys both go like wHAT

minghao shows you his wrist and sURE ENOUGH

the words “it’s not my fault you look like you’re ready to kill someone 24/7” are tattooed on his wrist

and you’re freaking out because omg he had those words inked on his skin!!!!!!!! since he was born!!!!!!!!!!!! like how awkward must it have been for seven year old minghao to make friends!!!!!!!!!

instantly you feel bad

and you feel sO bad you’re like,,,,,,,,tearing up,,,,,,,,,,,but also lowkey because the stress of soulmates was finally relieved,,,,,,,,,,,

and both soonyoung and minghao are like wHAT

soonyoung runs out the room to grab you tissue and water and whatever

and minghao’s left to deal with you crying

and he’s trying reALLY hard but you just???????? feel so bad????????? like he’s actually an angel?????? you literally just judged him based on the extremely limited knowledge you have of him?????

and he’s like nO IT’S FINE YOU MUST HAVE HAD IT WORSE I MEAN i swORe at you???????????

he kind of shuffles towards you and awkwardly pulls you into a hug

and you want to laugh because he’s sO awkward about it it’s adorable

so you two kind of just,,,,,,sit there and hug each other for a little bit

soonyoung comes back and he’s like aWE :’^)

eventually you stop crying and you’re like moving back

but minghao’s not????? letting go????????

and you’re like minghao i’m fine you can let go now

and he’s like nO please don’t

and you’re like ??????????are you okay????????????????????

he nods and says something so quiet you couldn’t hear even though your ear is like rIGHT next to his mouth

and you’re like ???????i didn’t catch that wait omg say that again

“you smell really nice and you’re soft”

you turn RED

and you’re like akdhgalskjdgksDGHASDJKG THANKS??????????????? UHM YOU SMELL NICE TOO

and minghao laughs and pulls away

“sorry it’s just that living with twelve other boys can kind of kill your sense of smell”

and you’re like oH OK ESPECIALLY SOONYOUNG RIGHT

and minghao decides to join in like yEAH!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY HYUNG!!!!!!!!!!

and soonyoung’s just like hEY I’M STILL IN THE ROOM

honestly now that you’re comfortable with the entire group soonyoung invites you over a lot more

but then you ditch him for minghao

and he’s like !!!!!!!!!r00d!!!!!!!!! i introduced you two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

every time the subject of soulmates comes up, soonyoung screams “MINGHAO MADE HIS CRY THE FIRST TIME THEY MET”

and minghao’s just like yOU WEREN’T ANY BETTER WHEN YOU MET YOURS

honestly the rest of seventeen appreciate you so much because whenever you’re around minghao’s so much less savage

and it saves them all the thughao moments

like whenever you go over minghao’s all flowery!!!!! and cute!!!!!!!! and fluffy in general

and the rest are like aWE MINGHAO YOU’RE SO WHIPPED

and he giggles and just kinda smiles like :)))))))))))))))) you guys are so dead :)))))))))))))))))) when my s/o leaves :)))))))))))))))))))

the rest of the guys are like lmao :))))))))) pls don’t :))))))))

you love savage!minghao though so you always try to find ways to get the rest of the members in trouble

and they’re all like!!!!!!! you’re a dEMON in disguise!!!!!!!!!!!

but then minghao just shows up from nowhere like hMMmmMMMmmmMM were you calling my soulmate a dEMon?????????? :))))))))))) i’m sure you weren’t :)))))))))))) right :)))))))))))))))))))))))))

your primary target is ALWAYS kwon soonyoung and he’s always like !!!!!!!whAT!!!!!! DID I DO?????????

if soonyoung’s not free then you target mingyu and within two weeks of dating you and minghao have complete control over soonyoung and mingyu

jisoo and seungcheol are always there to stop you two if anything goes too far but jeonghan rarely does

he’s your biggest fan because savage!minghao is his entertainment when he’s too lazy to get up for the remote

of course he’ll stop it if he thinks feelings are actually being hurt but otherwise he’s always cheering you two on

behind closed doors though minghao’s honestly just a fluffy boyfriend who wants endless cuddles and kisses

#minghao #minghao scenarios #minghao imagines #minghao au #minghao fluff #the8 #the8 scenarios #the8 fluff #the8 imagines #the8 au #xu minghao #xu minghao fluff #xu minghao au #xu minghao scenarios #xu minghao imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #kpop fluff #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop #seventeen

[liannyeong]

So put your hands up (if you like me)

Summary: Beneath all that warm and sunny side to Park Sungjin, he was the coldest person she ever met.

Word count: 2959

Pairing: Sungjin X OC

Warning(s): uhh 80% slightly angsty... i believe it’s slightly.

A/N: Based on this. Okay tbh I don’t really like the title but it’s the only thing I could think of with my tired brain. and uh if you actually knew the song (and actually sang it when you read the title) then you’d know that it’s We The King’s Say You Like Me. OH and I’m not really pleased with the ending but well this idea has been on the shelves for so long and I actually wrote like the first half of it longggggg ago and it was chucked away and finally, i pulled it back out and finished it off. :D Achievement unlocked!

She doesn't remember the exact moment she fell for him, but she does remember how her heart flutters at every act he did. The way he smiles, it was as if he was the sun: bright, warm, blinding. His pearl white teeth gets exposed, and his eyes crinkle into small slits. The way he laughs, it was the most beautiful thing she has ever heard. His shoulders would shake and his hand would go up to his mouth to cover it. He would lean sideways, and then straighten his back up again the next moment. The way he brushes his hair back everytime his bangs fall onto his forehead, it was dazzling. She doesn't understand why he keeps his hair at that length when he's always pushing it away. Nevertheless, she thinks he's gorgeous.

She couldn't remember how she first saw him, but she can remember the way he stands on stage with his bandmates. A guitar slung over his torso, guitar picks slotted at the microphone stand. She remembers the way he would move to the music, mouthing the lyrics when it wasn't his part. She remembers the way he threads his hair back, the way sweat collects at his forehead and trickles down to his chin. She remembers his wide smile as he performs, and the way his face scrunches as he pours out his feelings into an emotional song.

She remembers all the beautiful things of him, but it hurts so bad. The memories of the beautiful side of him brings ache to her chest, and it burns her eyes. All beautiful things come with a price, and falling for dashing male like him brought great tragedy to her.

Beneath all that warm and sunny side to Park Sungjin, he was the coldest person she ever met.

"I like you," she confesses, cheeks flustered in a deep shade of red, head a little bowed. She stands right in front of the brunette-haired boy, who is clad in a baseball cap and a plain black shirt, paired with navy jeans. He has a haversack slung over his shoulder, a hand gripping onto the strap, the other shoved into the front pocket of his pants.

There's a long pause and a blank stare from him.

"Okay," he says slowly, tone indifferent. "So?"

She rarely sees Sungjin around after the confession, all thanks to the huge university campus and their different majors. Their faculty buildings are far apart, minimizing any opportunity of bumping into each other. She tries not to look out for him in the crowd, but it has become a habit for all the years of liking him. She tries to avoid going for any musical performances that the university would hold, but she always end up going anyway, what more with her friends that love such events. She ends up being dragged along, painfully watching the boy she likes performing on stage. As much as she wants to run away at the sight of him, she wants to stay, wants to see the beautiful boy she falls for again. She thinks it is fine, liking him from afar, pretending nothing happened. She thinks she would be fine living like that for the rest of her university years. 

That was what she thought.

Their eyes meet and in that second, she feels putty all over. Her legs feel wobbly, and she swears she could have collapsed right there. There is a flash of recognition in Sungjin's eyes, but it disappears way too soon for her to confirm it. His eyes go elsewhere, and she feels her chest constricting. It becomes hard for her to breathe and subconsciously, she takes a step back. She needs something to hold on to, wants to grab onto her friend but at the same time, she doesn't wish to drag the mood of her friends down. So she ends up backing up till the end of the crowd, before turning around and dashing off far from the sound of the concert. She bolts into the nearest washroom, slamming the door shut and locking herself up in the furthest cubicle. She pants hard, hands pressed against the door, body bent forward as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes prick and in a matter of seconds, tears fall. She slides herself down, squatting right in front of the door, burying her face into her knees, wrapping her arms around them.

Of course Sungjin would not feel anything when he sees her. Of course Sungjin would pretend not to know her. What was she expecting? It's been months, close to a year! So many days of avoiding her like the plague, pretending like she's invisible. Besides, having being coldly treated, of course it meant that Sungjin doesn't care if they bump into each other in the streets randomly.

She lets her tears drench her black jeans. Her legs ache so much for staying in that squatting position for so long, but she doesn't care. Her legs start feeling numb, but she reckons it is better that way. Perhaps soon her heart will go numb too, and there would be no more pain when she sees him.

She lost track of time in the cubicle, until she feels vibration in her pocket. She wipes her tears away, and pulls her phone out of her pocket. The clock on her phone shows that it's 11.12pm, and she bets the concert's long over. Her friends have sent her messages, asking about her whereabouts. She comes up with the lamest excuse ever "bad tummy ache :(" just to be left alone.

She stays in the cubicle for awhile more, before standing up slowly, letting the blood flows down to her lower limbs. Then she exits the cubicle, approaching the sink. She looks into the mirror, her eyes all puffy and red from the crying, her face badly stained with tears. She splashes her face with water, hoping it would wash away the tears she has cried. And perhaps also wash the pain away, along with her memories of Sungjin.

Days went by and she goes by as if nothing happened. She goes to her classes, laughs about as per normal. Her friends doesn't see the pain beneath all those smiles. They don't realize that she has not rested properly, for she has been busy all week long: catching up on studies, hanging out with friends, just doing something. She doesn't stop for a moment for herself. She keeps herself occupied with various activities because she knows that if she were to be left alone, her mind would be lost to the thoughts of Sungjin. She would constantly think of him, and it would not be good emotionally.

She's at the crossroad just outside the vicinity of her university campus, arms crossed as she waits for the green man. Her ears are plugged with her earpiece, blasting songs of various genres: from rock to ballads to EDM to jazz, and perhaps one or two classical music. She leans against the traffic post, staring into space. She sees the green light comes on in her peripheral vision, and just crosses the road without thought. Just then, she was pulled back abruptly. The next thing she knows, she's on the concrete ground, propped on her elbows and staring at the cars that drive by.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? It wasn't the green man that flashed, but the green light for the vehicles!" a rather husky voice booms over the loud traffic. She blinks at the road, before slowly tilting her head up, her gaze directed towards a male that towers over her. A frown across his forehead, hidden behind the strands of dark brown hair.

Sungjin.

"Get up, will you? People are looking at you weirdly," he says again. His hand is stretched out in front of her, and she's tempted to take it, but resists instead. God knows what would happen to her heart if she took that large hand. She pushes herself up and brushes the dust off her hands and clothes. Sungjin seems to be taken aback that she didn't take his hand, but she doesn't comment on it.

"Thank you," she says quickly, avoiding looking at him at all costs. She sticks close to the traffic light post, wanting to get away as far as possible from the male. The green man finally lights up and she scurries across the road. She walks as fast as her legs could take her, wanting to disappear from the male's sight for good. However, the male catches up to her. He keeps a safe distance between them, never too close nor too far. He's always there, as if he's a guardian angel sent to protect her. But no, she doesn't need protection from someone who hurt her.

"What are you doing?" she questions, a little agitated that the male is hot on her heels. They're at another road junction, the red man on.

"Ensuring you're safe till you reach your destination," he says so casually, as if it's a norm to do that. 

"I'm an independent woman if you haven't noticed. I'm a grown up and I can take care of myself!" she barks.

"Yeah? And you can't look left and right before crossing the road, when an elementary school kid knows that?" he retorts. She falls silent, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. It wasn't her fault that she was distracted. She was just lost in thoughts. It's not really her fault. Blame the thoughts instead! She wants to argue back but she's pushed across the road, like a ball caught in the ocean currents. Why, oh why, is Sungjin doing this to her? What is he trying to do by being her 'knight in shining armor'?

As soon as they safely crossed over, she swats his arm away. "Thank you, really, but I'm fine from here," she says coldly.

"How far left?" Sungjin ignores her statement.

"Not far, so you can go back," she dismisses him. She turns on her heels to her right, and was about to take a step when Sungjin speaks again. "Let me walk you there then, since it's near."

"No thank you." She glares at him.

He ignores her once more. "Let's go," he says airily, walking towards her direction.

"Why are you doing this?" she bursts out, halting Sungjin in his tracks. "Stop doing this. Stop it. Just go away!" She sends a piercing gaze at him, demanding for answers. Her fists are clenched tight at her sides, and her teeth is gritted tight. Sungjin lets out a sigh, and closes the gap between them.

"I know you hate me right now. After all that happened. But I..." he hesitates. "I saw you at my gig the other night. I didn't expect you to turn up after all that happened."

"What's it to you if I came or not?" she snaps. She thinks she's seeing things when there is a flicker of hurt in Sungjin's face. She reckons it's real, but at the same time, how can it be? Sungjin, who has been avoiding her like the plague after her confession, can't be feeling hurt by it. He treated her coldly, ignoring her as if she was invisible to his eyes. But what if that hurt expression is real? What would it mean? No! she shouts to herself internally. She convinces herself that she doesn't care of hurling harsh words at him. That she doesn't care if she hurts him now. He deserves it!

But she ends up saying "My friends dragged me to watch it anyway," just to ease the atmosphere. "Not like I wanted to be there anyway," she adds quickly. A lie. 

"I know."

"You do?" She raises her eyebrows, surprised.

"I gave Youngju the tickets. I..." Sungjin trails off, eyes on the ground, head hung low, a hand scratching the back of his neck. It's as if he's guilty of something. "I wanted to see if you'd come."

Her eyes widen. Did he hoped for her to come? But... why? Does he have feelings for her? Or is it that he want to atone for his sins? 

"I saw your friends. But I only saw a glimpse of you. In the next moment you were gone. I thought I was imagining things but Youngju told me you came."

"What's it to you if I came or not?" she repeats her question, her tone as sharp as before, though this time, she's really curious of his answer.

"Because I wanted to see you," Sungjins answers a while later, his eyes flicking into hers. "I was wrong, in the past. I treated you coldly, I avoided you, I ignored you. I became a jerk after you confessed your feelings. I was just..." He seems exasperated at saying his thoughts out. "I just didn't know how to handle it. It was something new to have someone confess to me and I was just so damn clueless about what to do. That's why I avoided you. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I had the same feelings, if I liked you back or not. I was afraid I'd give you false hopes. That it was all nothing but a lie. That if I told you to wait if my feelings are the same, you'd be waiting for so long. I was afraid of so many things and I just didn't know how to handle it all and I'm just so sorry for the hurt I have caused you," Sungjin rattles on non-stop. While it's a little too much of information for her head to process at one go, she appreciates that he's giving her the answer she wanted. She's pleased that he's telling her the truth.

"It's all in the past anyway. It's been nearly a year," she concludes. "You don't have to worry anymore." She doesn't wish her old wound to be cut open once again, although it has never healed yet.

"Do you not like me anymore?"

Her heart stops for a second, her mouth sealed shut. How can she answer such a question? When has she stopped liking him? Never. As much as Sungjin has hurt her unintentionally now that she knows the truth, her feelings didn't stop growing. During those painful times when Sungjin decided to treat her invisible, she had watched him from afar. She loved him from afar, capturing and storing the beautiful moments of him laughing hard, his perfectly straight white teeth flashing brightly in the sea of crowded people. It's during these moments when she notices more about him than before. She notices the change in his hairstyles despite the fact that he maintains the length: from his bangs being down and settled against his forehead to being slicked back smartly. She notices how he would play with the piercings on his left ear as he speaks when he's a little nervous. And how he would get lost in the music that his band plays for their performances, his eyes closed, his head tilted back a little as he strums his guitar. And when he takes his turn in singing, his a little husky voice complements the music so beautifully. She has never stopped liking him. Not even once.

"I never stopped liking you," she confesses. "I never did." She forces a smile though it feels too tight on her lips. "So if you're gonna reject me once again, I'm-"

"I like you too," Sungjin confesses, his cheeks colored in a dark shade of red.

"W-what?" she blurts out, rather speechless at the sudden revelation.

"I'm not repeating it again!" Sungjin exclaims, his cheeks flushed with an even darker shade of red, which has already spread to his whole face.

They fall in silence, but her thoughts are whizzing about messily. Her legs go wobbly as her mind rewinds to the moment seconds ago. Did Sungjin just confessed to her? She feels as if her legs are melting, not able to keep her upright. Her insides are churning as if there are butterflies all over, wanting to escape. She feels as if her chest can split open to let those butterflies out. Like a broken record, her mind keeps replaying that same words that he uttered. The next thing she knows, she sees a bright white light in the distance and she wonders if it's all a dream. She's pulled back, and nearly - very nearly - she could have fallen into his arms. They stand facing each other in close proximity. Sungjin's arm is half-wrapped around her though she doesn't feel his hand at all. She looks over her shoulder and realizes that it's because his hand grasps at her bag. She has to crane her neck up to look at the male's face properly. Upclose like this, she can see how flawless his skin is, how clean it is from any acne and pimples. There's a little stubble along his chin, but otherwise, smooth.

"Why are you always trying to get yourself killed?" Sungjin asks, adding a small laugh afterwards. He lets go off her bag, and steps back, providing the considerable gap they always maintained.

"You're the one who's killing me." She smiles wide. Sungjin chuckles, and nods in agreement.

"Are you heading home?" he nods at the direction they were supposed to be walking long ago.

She nods.

"Shall I send you home then?"

She smiles wide and nods again. Gone are the days when she liked him from afar. Gone are the days when she had to constantly battle the pain of liking him. They stroll along the street, side by side, catching up with all the times they missed. Everything's good now. 

#p: sj/oc #c: 2k #park sungjin #sungjin #day6 park sungjin #day6 sungjin #day6 leader #day6 #day6 scenarios #day6 sungjin scenarios #day6 park sungjin scenarios #sungjin scenarios #park sungjin scenarios

[cupkayke]

For the fanfiction questions thing: 1, 3, 6, 11, 17, 21, 25, 27, 36, 40, 41, 46, 50 and 51 (I hope these aren't too many)

 Not too many at all! I like talking about myself lol.

Under a cut because longggggg.

1) What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Oh gosh, definitely Tokyo Mew Mew. I never wrote fanfics for it but I co-owned and then owned an Avidgamers RP site for TMM called MewUSA back in like 2004-2006. Avidgamers was a forum site engine that was pretty damn nice for its time (also FREE, that was a plus) and I spent HOURS creating characters, storylines, and layouts for it. There were TONS of individual in-character boards and I think we may have had up to 100 unique users at one point. The detailed characters/plotlines were BASICALLY fanfiction- I think I did an entire rp with myself between a few of my characters once- and it was a whole lot of fun. Some of the OCs from that site were repurposed into a longrunning rp I have with @liarino on AIM and I am FOREVER grateful that I met them through that site

Fanfic-wise, it was Full Metal Alchemist. I had a horrendous LITERAL self-insert OC fic called ‘Nice of Me to Drop In’ that was based on an RP I did with a different friend. Plot? ‘Fangirl of FMA LITERALLY FALLS INTO HER TELEVISION AND WAKES UP IN THE UNIVERSE AND FALLS IN LOVE WITH ALPHONSE’. The end. I never finished it but holy shitballs it got SO MANY REVIEWS. I’m surprised how many people actually enjoyed it- I did get some criticisms but despite the fact that it was so cringe-worthy that I took it down it still got sooooo much positive feedback. I sometimes wonder if people would still be reading it on ff.net if I hadn’t taken it down the last time I overhauled that account. I still have some Ouran oneshots on there that I wrote TEN FUCKING YEARS AGO that still get reviews. Dayum. 

3) What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

I have to say it’s a tie between the Tokyo Mew Mew fandom circa 2003-2006 and the Ouran fandom from about 2006-2008. My experience with them was limited to RP boards but I had the MOST FUN running MewUSA and a long-running Gaia RP ‘Hosting the Hosts’ because of the warm response to the concepts. The TMM fandom especially was super creative even back in the day- there were so many fan mew mews because the formula was so easy and that was one series that I didn’t mind OCs because the concept was easily applied. In-universe, the creator could have easily made more Mew Mews. So the possibilities were endless. That’s also the fandom I learned the majority of my writing skills from, even if I did get called out a couple times for shitty RPing. I got better and I was so sad when the engine finally kicked the bucket. Aside from the RP sites the TMM fandom had sooooo many fansites dedicated to the show- my other favorite being Neko Tokyo. I think that site might still be up… 

Ouran was limited to that RP I ran but damn I never had one so fun. That group of writers was hysterical and I actually met one of them in person because by sheer coincidence she lived near me. She moved soon after we figured it out but she came back for a convention and we hung out all weekend. Unfortunately I don’t remember her name and I lost her phone number T_T I wonder where she is sometimes. I wonder where a lot of my fan friends from back then are. The problem with early 2000s internet.

Tho I think Boueibu will be my new modern fave fandom.

6) List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

 Ohhhh dear. I’ll keep it to ones that I actually ship characters in because a lot of my early fandoms were MYSELF AS AN OC X HOT MALE CHARACTER. OTL. I was a weeb. Most of these are fandoms I’ve rped in rather than written fanfiction for, however.

Tokyo Mew Mew- PuddingxTart. I like to read IchigoxKisshu fanfics sometimes but that ship is highly problematic looking back on it lol

Code Lyoko - THROWBACK. JeremiexAelita. Adorable.

Ouran HSHC - I’m fond of HunnyxHaruhi (as evidenced by my mostly abandoned ff.net account) but basically AnyonexHaruhi is super cute. I think I read a fic once where Haruhi was in a relationship with ALL of the guys and it was actually super interesting. I don’t think I can find it again, tho.

Harry Potter - Drarry.

Walking Dead - CarolxDaryl FTW. and Richonne. I’ve toyed with the idea of writing fanfics for WD but never quite get up to it.

Mass Effect - Shakarian. Fuck yes. Fun fact I have an unfinished smutfic on the mass effect kinkmeme livejournal that I will EVENTUALLY FINISH ONE DAY AND PUBLISH UNDER MY NAME buuuut for now it will remain an anonymous abandoned fic.

Boueibu - …All of them? OTL I can’t pick one ship… tho if you force me… IoRyuu and BeppuMoto OT3.

YOI - I think everyone’s OTP is Victuuri.

11) Who is your current OTP?

Victuuri.

17)  Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Since Boueibu is my current fandom- I immediately was drawn to Enatsu since s1 had a relatively large focus on them but I’ve kind of fallen out of actively shipping them. I like them as a couple and I think they’re def boyfriends material but they’re definitely a comfortable ship. Their personalities are just… drama-free, so their relationship to me just seems like a quiet background relationship. IoRyuu is a little more volatile and I really like ships where there is a lot of between-the-lines interpretation and potential for conflict. Also I just really like the Beppus

21) What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The aformentioned ‘Nice of Me to Drop In’ FMA OC Mary Sue Self insert fic. Definitely the first one I ever published on the interwebs. Although I think TECHNICALLY my very first one was a Pokemon story that I was writing for a little kid neighbor of mine back when I was like… 11. I think I had just gotten a computer in my room and I remember typing it up and drawing some cover art for it… it was basically an expanded version of the episode where Meowth and Pikachu were handcuffed together or something… except there were more Pokemon involved and ALL of the characters were friends. Like Brock and Tracey were both with Ash and Misty and all of the Team Rocket people were friends for some reason. Idk I was a weird child.

Ohhh maybe a tie for the FMA fic was a Code Lyoko one I wrote around the same time called ‘Desert Rose’. I can’t remember now which was published first because I deleted them all. Another Mary Sue OC fic but I actually am still kind of proud of how I expanded the Lyoko universe in my head. I came up with new areas to Lyoko and like a central region and how they all connected. Nevermind the fact that the girl with a CAT THAT COULD OPERATE THE COMPUTER was the main character and obviously I shipped her with Odd because YumiUlrich and JeremieAeilita were OTPs. It was weird.

25) What’s your most popular fanfic?

If the story was still up it might have been ‘Nice of Me to Drop In’ because that fic still haunts me. Buuut it’s either ‘Naptime’ or ‘Desire’, one of my two Hunny x Haruhi fics from my Ouran days that I left up on ff.net for posterity. I have no desire to go read the cringe and find out which one has more hits but I bet it’s the G-rated ‘Naptime’ cuz ‘Desire’ is a) the first M rated Hunny x Haruhi fic on ff.net EVER and b) really really bad porn written by like, 16-year-old me. Oops. It’s a smidgen OOC on the part of Haruhi if I remember right buuut I actually still stand by the idea that Hunny is not as childlike as he seems.

Oh dear maybe that’s why I like Yumoto so much. Similar character type. OTL

27) What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

I feel like I’m horrendous at both but lately it’s titles that are giving me trouble. 2 of the 3 Boueibu fics I’ve written had different working titles that got changed the second the story went up to be published. I’m having a brain fart and can’t remember them but both ‘All the Pretty Little Horses’ and ‘Completely’ were titled something really stupid. And your giftfic was ‘?’ until I decided on the central theme lol.

36) What’s your favourite genre to write?

I don’t like reading romance novels but I love writing shippy stuff. Tension, build….smut

40)  What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Pacing in longer works, definitely. Also just… keeping up with it. I am a horrible procrastinator and if I don’t actually have a deadline with external consequences then I never get anything done. I can’t set my own deadlines because I can always move them. I can’t get my family or friends to set them for me because I know they’ll forgive me if I fail (how horrible lol). I have tons upon tons of unfinished fics from fandoms past sitting somewhere in the depths of my word documents folder and about as many original short stories. I have so many ideas but because I get easily distracted and also because I am now working full time and suffer from typical adult exhaustion I can only put a fraction of them on paper. 

My inner critic is also a fucking bitch. I can’t get her to shut her face long enough to write a sentence sometimes. Again, I have to have a deadline looming before I can put her on mute most times. If I have infinite time, she doesn’t shut up and makes me rewrite a sentence 100 times because it sounds stupid.

41) List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Ahahahaha… I don’t have 5 simultaneously because I can’t just… not finish reading something before moving onto the next one. I don’t also read things that are unfinished unless they sound REALLY interesting because I’m stupid impatient. But I guess for my current fandom (Boueibu) I’ll link 5 fics I read recently that I liked! 

1) Pink Blood - @magiccatprincess (okay actually this is one I’m going to read soon because it looked interesting… so it fits the question lol)

2) tuesdays - @vagarius (because how can I not love something written for me?

3) Liar - BlackJoker77 (A whoooole lot accomplished here in not a lot of words. Also, Yumoto character study/reading between the lines? Yush.)

4) ….. ok I ran out of ideas. I don’t bookmark anything OTL. I’ll come back to this question at another time with an ACTUAL answer.

46) If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I’m most proud of ‘Completely’ at the moment- I really like how I pulled off Ryuu’s voice and it’s most definitely a scene I wanted to see written… so I’m happy that I was able to provide that scene

50) How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

It was basically an extention of RPing for the writing portion of it- ‘Nice of Me to Drop In’ was basically a cleaned up RP and when it wasn’t rping it was fan gratification for the other early fics I did. As a kid I used to (and still sometimes do) make up stories in my head when I was about to go to sleep, and a lot of them were episodes of my favorite shows that I wanted to see. So I’d put some of them on paper. And then it moved into the ~romance~ category; I was a hopeless romantic as a teenager and like a lot of teenage girls I was kind of horny so fanfiction was a way to explore my sexuality in the comfort of my own head, basically. I still like me a good smutfic and bonus points if it’s romantic AND smutty. My bf can definitely tell when I’ve been reading something naughty….

51) Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Okay, Imma do both! And I have 2 things to rant about because I can’t shut up.

Rant: This is more of a thing that I hate about MYSELF reading fanfics, but I hate that I get turned off of fics so quickly because of writing style. When I can push past beginners writing mistakes or mediocre quality writing I can sometimes find gem fics with plots/characterizations I find adorable, but more often than not I click out of fics after just a few sentences because I can’t stand poor writing. And I feel so elitist about it! Fanfics are free, fan-generated content. A lot of fanfics are written by kids or beginner writers. I have to keep reminding myself that not every fanfic author has gone to school for writing. They may not know the conventions of literature. They may not realize that they’re head-hopping in the middle of paragraphs. They may not know the proper way to punctuate dialogue (and I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW until grad school!!!!). If I let mistakes get in the way of content I may miss out on an up and coming writer. And lord knows I was horrendous when I first started. Everyone starts somewhere. I hate that it takes me so long to get out of teacher/writing student mode and truck through some writing that may not technically be the best but their heart is in the right place. 

Rant2: I don’t like how isolated fanfiction can feel sometimes. It seems like people don’t comment on fics as much as they used to, and I see these posts going around on tumblr about how authors LOOOOOVE comments and want more of them but then comments just… don’t appear. It’s not so hard to post one thing you really liked about the story, and even one thing you didn’t like. Comments help authors grow.I also don’t like how it’s so hard to find a beta reader or three to bounce ideas off of and proofread your work.

Gush: I love communities. I love the events fanfic authors put together. I love how when communities get tight-knit how everyone builds each other up and gives one another ideas. I just love fanfiction in general, really

aaaaaand SHEW. That was a lot. BUT DEF NOT TOO MUCH

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