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joelsmochi · 2 years ago

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Joel Miller — There You Go

warnings: post-apocalypse, pre-ellie, age change + gap (joel is 53, reader is 33), smut (minors dni), unprotected piv sex + creampie, outdoor/public sex, reader has a thing for joel’s hands, joel has a thing for reader being a pillow princess, joel also has a thing for praising reader, joel loves spoiling reader what more can i say, definitely ooc joel, pet names (baby, pretty girl, doll, etc.), dirty talk, vanilla sex (? should this even count as a warning LMFAO), possessive!joel (only a little it's kinda cute), fluffy!joel, probably an over-usage of the word “pretty”, i always lazy proofread so there may be some typos <3 wc: 4k a/n: there are so many mean!joel or rough!joel smuts (don’t get me wrong i be eating that shit up!) so i thought i’d do something a lil different & give y’all a sweet and endearing joel smut <3 this is lowkey inspired by the scene from jason’s lyric + inspired by a comment i saw where someone said pedro/joel would definitely talk you through it .-.

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“The sun feels so good,” I think aloud. “Come lie down! You should try it!” I glance over at Joel who is cleaning the pot that we just ate dinner out of.

“You’re gonna get sunburnt,” is all he says. I don’t respond, enjoying the warm blanket the sun is providing. A few minutes later I hear him sit next to me which makes him block the sun from my face so I open my eyes and smile up at him.

He and I aren’t that close, but it never hurt to try and grow closer with him—sometimes he’d give in and laugh with me, but most of the time it was like talking to a brick wall that occasionally grunted at you or rolled its eyes. I understand though. I’m sure he lost someone he loved so deeply and that kind of shit changes you. I’ve lost more people than I can count and no matter how much you try to prepare for it, you’re just never ready. That’s why I always try to get him to smile, I want him to know that someone still cares about him even if he doesn’t care for anyone anymore.

But I know he does. I know for a fact that he cares about me. He never let’s me hold him when we’re trying to sleep but the second I hear his breaths deepen I always wrap my arms around him and he shuffles his back deeper into my body. I loved the way he was too emotionally calloused to warm up to me because it makes me want to fight harder for him which reinforces the fact that I care about him.

“Thank you for dinner, you sure know how to whip up some twenty-year-old ravioli,” I joke.

He just nods and looks at the trees in front of us.

“How old were you when this all started? Thirty-two?”

“Thirty-three,” he corrects.

“Hmm, same age I am now.”

“Ain’t that a bitch?” He huffs, clearly exhausted from our hike. I sit up in front of him and grab his hands; he tries to pull back while giving me a dirty look so I just grip him harder. “What are ya doing?” He asks.

“Holding your hands,” I say with a cheeky tone and a grin.

“Why?”

“Because I think about touching ‘em all the time,” I tease.

He takes a few breaths, watching to see if I break my smile. “You think… About my hands?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, “I think about your fingers.” I hold one of his hands up to my face and analyze his digits, memorizing the cuts and bruises and wrinkles along them. Even though my words are true, I still played as if I were joking endearingly, but the more I looked at his fingers the more complicated it got. I feel my nipples perk up underneath my tank top from the cool breeze and… Well, from being horny. “I think you’re a cool guy,” I say after looking at him and dropping his hand.

“Why?”

Shrugging, I say, “Because you take care of me. You teach me a lot.”

His eyebrows rise and force wrinkles onto his forehead. “I teach you a lot?”

I hum again, nodding slowly and blinking even slower not able to hide my true intentions anymore. “Yeah, you… Taught me how to use a gun safely… You taught me how to get past an infected… You taught me how to hunt a buck.”

“Shit your parents shoulda taught ya when your were a kid,” he retorts, letting me know he doesn’t see my desperation.

“Maybe,” I whisper. I carefully move onto my hands and knees, slowly crawling closer to him. “Maybe I was just meant to have you as my teacher.” The look in his cold eyes shifted yet he continues to leave me confused. I may be overstepping here, but his lack of resistance only urges me to push further and further. I bat my eyelashes at him and reach my nose just in front of his. “You could even teach me how to fuck.”

His eyes bat shut and he exhales as if he were committing the worst of sins. His eyes reopen after a few quiet seconds and they flicked between both of my own eyes. His cold irises were now warm with dilated pupils and his pulse is beating so strong I could see it pump against the skin along his collarbones. I glance at his lips more than once and press one of my hands to his thigh.

“Is this okay?” It comes out shakier than I intended it to as my breathing feels much heavier than before. Joel makes me feel so small but in the best way possible. It’s as if he were my sworn protector and I could always count on him to be there for me. Like a lovestruck twenty-year-old, I cling to him in my most desperate of times even though he pretends to hate it. I could tell he likes having someone to take care of, and I love that he takes care of me.

Hesitating, he nods and carefully reaches for my forearms.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he whispers sounding more desperate than me.

I can’t help but simper at both his confirmation and touch, finally touching my nose to his. A knot twists deeply into my stomach, and my chest fills with waves of nervousness. “I’ve only done it a couple times,” I whisper.

“That’s okay,” he hums against my lips, his chest rumbling at the low vibrations from his voice. “I’ll teach you.”

I snicker and giggle at his words earning the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on him in the time I’ve known him, then he presses his lips to mine so softly I thought I was imagining it. The smack of his warm mouth dazes me momentarily and I grasp onto his shoulders before completely falling into his touch. He lies back onto the blanket and encapsulates my body with his thick legs and firm arms. He whines into my mouth and holds onto my waist as if I would fall apart if he let go.

I pull away after a while to look down at him, wondering how we should start. It’s been well over a decade since my last time and I don’t want to disappoint Joel.

“Lie down,” he instructs while admiring my flustered look.

I do as he says and allow him to take my shoes off, which he does so carefully. I always pegged Joel to be a bit rougher, and eager for it, especially after a long time of waiting.

His fingertips nuzzle the hairs along my calves and thighs up until they reach the hems of my shorts and this is where my expectations become true; he wraps his fingers into the folds and tugs gently, probably trying to pace himself, but the rise and fall of my chest catch his attention and his patience runs out. He yanks my button undone and doesn’t even bother taking my shorts off, he just slips his hand inside to feel around. I prop myself up with my elbows to get a better view of everything. He strokes the stubble along my pelvis, then around my clit, dipping down to my entrance and slightly parting my lips to see how ready I am.

I inhale at the feeling of his warm finger coming into contact with my cool precum, locking eyes with him to watch the subtleties in his face change at every new feeling he notices. He just barely whispers, “Fuck,” when he rises his finger to my clit. He gives it a gentle stroke and watches me breathe slowly for him. “You’re doing so good, staying still like that for me,” he praises. I bite my lip and confidently smile at him. He starts to rub soft circles onto my skin, eliciting a gentle coo from me. The space between my eyebrows tightens at the relief and my eyes close softly. “Fuck, look at’ya… So eager for me already, huh?” I look at him and nod. “Tell me how bad you want it, doll.”

“Do you remember the night we first met?” I ask between moans. “And I had that cut on my arm that you had to clean and wrap? All I could do was stare at your fingers and—and imagine how good they would feel rubbing my clit the way you’re doing right now. It was the first night I had touched myself in almost a year.”

He squints at me sharing this information and rewarding me with more pressure from his fingers. “And how often do you touch yourself now?”

“In the past two years I’ve known you?” I sheepishly ask; he nods and halts his moving fingers. Desperately wanting him to keep going, I shout, “Almost anytime I get left alone for longer than ten minutes.”

“Since we’re being honest…” He leans down to my ears to whisper, “…Sometimes I leave you alone to touch myself as well.” He takes his hand out of my shorts to slide them off of me.

He looks around the trees, and I do the same to make sure no one living or infected is around; once we’re sure it’s clear he sits to remove his boots which I laugh when it starts to take a long time. I reach for his shirt buttons, undoing them carefully as a few were hanging literally by a thread. I push his flannel shirt off of his arms while he finally kicks his boots off, then he hovers his head over mine and just barely pushes his pants down to reveal his swollen cock. I reach for it despite my intimidation at the girth but he stops me, guiding me to lie down again.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?” He asks against the skin above my collarbone whilst placing lovely kisses all over my neck.

“It’s really big,” I say tensely, laughing at myself.

He gives me a juicy kiss and shares a winsome look with me. “I’ll be gentle if you want,” he promises. I barely smile, not realizing how harshly my nails are digging into his arm. I give him a slight nod and spread my legs slowly for him. “I promise I’ll be real nice to your pretty pussy.”

I lift my head up to kiss him again and he shifts to rest his body weight on top of me with his hand reaching between our bodies to line his tip up with my entrance. His tongue folds over my lips and into my mouth restlessly and I feel his hips push forward against me. I prepare myself for the discomfort, squeezing my eyes tightly and pulling away from the kiss to brace myself.

It’s difficult to breathe with my ribcage pushing against him and I feel him leave a trail of kisses along my jawline in an attempt to soothe me. I constantly squeeze around his thick cock, trying to ignore the slight burning and get used to the pain faster. He notices how long I remain tense and anxious, so he taps my cheek gently with his fingers and I open my eyes to look at him which relaxes almost every nerve in my body.

“Just relax, honey, okay? Can you do that for me?” My eyes roll to the back of my head as his raspy voice continues to beg me to relax. “Hmm? Can you relax for me, baby girl?” He pulls back a little and begins to slowly pump himself in and out of me, chuckling as he watches my body actively relaxing around and beneath him. “There you go… There you go… Here.” He adjusts his knees to be flush against the back of my thighs and moves my arms and legs to wrap around his back. “How’s this?”

I wait for him to start moving again, noticing the difference in closeness. “Yes!” I hiss. I feel his hand pop my boobs out of the top of my tank top and I look to his fingers to watch them rub against the sewn-in rose in the middle of the shirt, but soon enough his hand cups my boob and gives it a delicate squeeze. I notice my pussy get wetter at the steady pace he is going at, feeling the curve of his cock hit the deeper parts of me.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Joel,” I moan. I slide the straps of my shirt off of my arms to get a better grip on him making him smile at the now bunched-up fabric around my waist. All I can do is moan and roll my eyes back and forth at his cock filling me up repeatedly. With my thighs trembling around his hips, my nails digging into his back, and my back arching deeper into the ground, he lifts his upper half off of me more than likely to see me—all of me.

He drives his hips faster, not fully entering inside of me but using the curve of his shaft to his advantage. As my hands flail around either gripping the sheet or his arms, I accidentally dig my knees into his stomach, and I can tell it’s hurting him but he doesn’t stop.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts, somehow managing to go even faster, “cum for me, pretty girl, I can feel it—oh, look at’cha!”

I whine at the ticklish feeling of his tip rubbing against my g-spot, feeling sudden shocks in my nerves from my stomach to my feet. I feel my muscles stop squeezing around him and start pushing against him as my orgasm creeps up. Joel hunches over to pop one of my nipples into his mouth adding waves of electricity to swim through the rest of my body.

“Joel, I—“

“Shh, shh shh shh,” he mumbles against my breast. “Look at me, darlin’. Hold onto me.” My fingers wrap into his curls and I watch his eyes trail over my face. I feel myself fall over the edge and into my orgasm, and his words seem to only exist to intensify this burst of energy. “God, look at you cumming for me—oh, my God, I can feel it," he repeats. "I can feel you cumming, it feels so fucking good."

“Yeah?” I whimper. “Fuck, please don’t stop!” He grunts and gets a bit more sloppy with his thrusts which help ride out the rest of my orgasm. I release his hair and drop my legs down next to his, feeling soreness spreading throughout my thighs from them being stretched. “Do you want to switch?” I ask after seeing how tired he is.

He pretty much pouts and shakes his head, cupping my face in one of his hands. “No, baby. I wanna take care of you,” he says. “You look so pretty in the sun.”

I blush to thank him, then take his scruffy face into my hands and give him a few kisses until they turn into our tongues dancing together. I moan at the taste of his skin, pushing my hips down to get his shaft deeper inside of me.

He listens to my body and instead of thrusting he rocks his hips after resting some of his weight on me again. I feel the layers of sweat from both of us stick his skin to mine but we just ignore it. All I care to focus on are his groans and the way his cock fits so perfectly inside of me.

“I was made just for you,” I moan, reaching out to run my hands along the hair on his chest.

He shoves one of my legs up on his shoulder, bending forward to somehow fuck me even deeper. “You were made just for me?” He asks, kissing the inside of my knee.

I mewl out, cursing at how smoothly his hips continue to roll in between my thighs. “Yes, Joel!” I shout when he shoves his dick all the way inside of me, stopping once he presses against my depths. “My pussy was made just for you!”

I watch his pretty eyes roll under his twitching eyelids, and he whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. I gasp at his shaft throbbing inside of me and cradle the back of his head.

He lifts himself to his knees again, forces my legs to spread apart, and pulls out. “Fuck, baby,” he groans with furrowed eyebrows. “You keep talking like that you’re gonna make me cum too fast.”

Grinning wide, I sit up and turn around to my hands and knees like earlier. I figured a change in position could help excite things a bit more, plus my ass is starting to hurt. I moan and giggle while I tauntingly wave my ass for him to grab. Instead, he yanks my knees back knocking me down to my stomach which admittedly hurt a little bit, but I didn’t care. I finally got to have Joel and that was all I needed.

He pushes my legs apart with his chest pressing against my back. I shudder at his warm breath on my sweat-covered cheek and ear, flinching when he nibbles on my lobe—not from pain, but surprise. He moves down to bite my shoulder, then my spine before I feel his hand push his thick cock back inside of me.

I kick my limp legs up to meet his wide thighs and lay my face against the ground. He fucks me like he’s desperate for me to know how strong he is, how weak he can get me. I arch my neck up for my lips to meet his chin; listening to his little whimpers has my entire body weak for him. I didn’t want the noises to stop, I don’t want him to stop.

“Oh, baby,” he whimpers some more, “you feel so good. S-oh good.” His breath is shaky as are his words.

“I want you to cum inside of me, Joel,” I beg before pecking his chin. I relax the arch in my neck to instead bury the back of my head into his shoulder. He stops for a few seconds to absorb my words, using this time to wrap his arms below and around my stomach. “I love the way you fuck me,” I whisper against his jaw. “You make me feel so good, baby.”

“That’s my job, honey,” he tells me, thrusting a couple of times. “Oh sh—oh my God,” he mewls. He bites my cheek which makes me giggle and turn my head to kiss him. He starts to drill in and out of me while our lips fold over each other, our moans and begs and whimpers falling out occasionally. I feel that bubble growing inside of me again just itching to be popped, and I completely crumble when he says, “You take my cock so good, princess, I know you got another one in ya.”

I can’t even speak whilst he wraps his strong hand around my neck to hold my head up rather than to choke me. I cry out his name shallowly and squeeze around him so tight I’m sure his cock started to ache. He curses into my neck, not letting up on my pussy one bit. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.

“You look so fucking pretty when I fuck you. Look at how helpless you are, fuck. You’re mine, pretty girl.”

“I love the way you fuck me, Joel,” I say breathlessly as my orgasm doesn’t let up.

“My sweet girl,” he coos in my ear. “Keep talking to me, mmm, I love hearing you beg for it.”

By this point, I am suffering from the pain of overstimulation, which I never thought could hurt so bad but feel so damn good at the same time. “You’re so good to me, Joel,” I tell him doubtlessly. “I want you to cum for me, please.” His body jerks a few times and it instills confidence in my tone. “I want you to use me… Use me to cum, please…”

“You want me to cum in that pretty pussy a’yours? Hmm?” He cuddles his face into my shoulder blade, striving to reach even deeper inside of me. “Turn around. I wanna see you,” he whispers; I turn around and he lifts me onto his lap, still standing on his knees. His burly forearms manage to hold me up enough for him to keep doing all of the work, but by this point, I was thankful for it with how much he’s worn me out. “You take my cock s’good. Look at your pretty face, your pretty little helpless face.”

I watch as he takes his lip between his teeth into his weeping mouth, breathless gasps leaving my own. He looks so majestic with how the sun casts subtle shadows along his face; his vulnerability coats the look in his eyes as his face begins to relax which tells ms he is close. His nails dig into my spine and he looks to me for reassurance.

I run my fingertips over Joel’s broad shoulders and blink slowly, drawing my tongue out to lick his lips briefly. “Can you cum for me, baby?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” he says, heavily nodding his head. “Anything for you, honey.” He kisses me swiftly, smiling at me and stroking my thumb over his cheekbone. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

We both moan out little praises against each other's faces and lips and sometimes kiss roughly. My chin burns from his stubble but I don’t pull away from him. I don’t want to. I just want to feel all of him.

He tells me he’s going to cum once more and I say, “Look at me, baby. Look at me when you cum.”

I hold his head still in my hands and rock my hips against his, but he stops me by pushing my hips into him and holding me there. I whine but allow it, cockily grinning at him when I feel his warm cum paint my walls. He is a whimpering mess, cowering his face to my chest. His body twitches underneath my legs and his hands fall to my ass, squeezing it enough to lift my hips up and back down a couple of times. Grunting when he finishes, he peels his face from my skin to smile down at me after lying me down carefully. He looks around for a moment before pulling out and laying next to me.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he says, still out of breath.

I look over at him and twist to my side. “It’s okay. I know you like taking care of me.”

“Do I now?”

I nod and hum. “You’ll never say it, but I know you do.”

Joel also turns onto his side to stare at me. “I like taking care of you,” he admits with a hoarse voice. He reaches to pull my shirt straps back over my arms before covering my boobs, then grabs my panties to slide them up my legs but stops when he gets to my vulva just to place a kiss on it. He half-dresses himself before pulling my warm legs onto his lap; I sit up to get more comfortable and stare at his hands massaging my legs. “Your face is sunburnt,” he tells me.

I touch my cheekbone and flinch when I feel it is indeed sunburnt. “Dammit.”

“Doll, I want ya to know that this doesn’t mean nothing to me. It isn’t nothing, I mean… It’s something… If you want it to be.”

“Something?” I question with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah…” He shrugs, looking back down at my legs. “If you want.”

I crawl into his lap, responding to him with a loving kiss. “I want you. Not something.”

“Oh, pretty girl…” He moves some hair from my face and bashfully smiles at me. “You already got me.”

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bangtanpromptsfics · 4 years ago

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hyacinth. (m)

dialogue prompt #3: “Your tutor is so hot”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l(?), light smut

word count: 1,540

warnings: heavy making out, grinding, blonde!jk

summary: you think your new tutor at school is hot and jungkook is determined to change that

a/n: another mature oneshot. I basically die from embarrassment while writing smut lol.

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“Your tutor is so hot”. Jungkook turns around to your attention so fast he could probably snap his neck.

“Mr. Seokjin? ”, he knows who you are talking about. The new personality development tutor of your school, more like the entire population’s crush at this point. And Jungkook hated him just for the same reasons, it seems petty but he can't help himself.

“Go fuck him then”, he snorts, swinging his back pack from one shoulder to another while you grin. Almost as on queue, Seokjin appears on the hallways and passes a smile towards all the students.

“Oh yes. Look at that a--”

“I guess that's enough for today, come on we gonna get late”, he grabs your arms and pushes you forward to move, having enough of your daily ranting about angelic beauty and who the hell laughs at some dad joke?

“When were you ever interested in math Kook?”, you tease him, resisting him to walk slower, “Oh are you perhaps… jealous!? ”

“I'm not jealous. You are annoying”, he shoots cold face.

“Hey! I'm just saying he's attractive you don't have to be so mean about it”, you whine, hitting his arm.

You see, the fact that Seokjin stole Jungkook’s high school heartthrob position in two days is one thing, but he never expected you to act the same, especially when you were so different from most students on the campus. In fact he is shocked to see you crushing on someone. You despised people in general and he kept wondering what's there in their teacher to be so lurk about because he honestly doesn't see anything.

“He's old. And everyone knows he has a girlfriend, you guys dumb or what? ”, Jungkook teases back.

“Doesn't mean I can't praise a beautiful human”

“So he's the only attractive guy in the school? ”, he's curious now and also lowkey wants to find out if you had felt anything like this about himself.

Jungkook knew he was hot. He knew he could destroy Seokjin's reputation with one different hair color but that's too much drama over nothing. As if there isn't ten assignment waiting for him at home. Yeah he got better things to do.

“Nope”, comes your immediate answer. And man that hurt. You are smart and cocky and it would be cool to know someone like you finds him attractive, but you just hurt his ego.

“Not even me? ”, he asks, all squeaky and with a small pout and you return him a smile.

“See you at 7 Kook”

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School ends at 5, and thankfully both of your residence are nearby and there's a party hosted by Jimin at his house which is a five minute drive so Jungkook has roughly one hour and fourty five minutes to make an appearance to the party. And by appearance he means to look absolutely endearing. He's never the type to bang a lot of chicks, he didn't even need to do anything than to wear a black tee and jeans to a party and could still get laid. If he wanted sex, he can have that any time he wants.

But today is different.

He's never been this eager to be at a gathering, took time to pick outfits and oh dye his hair. He has never experimented with hair colors except that one time he tried red and got famous by the name ‘cherry head’ in the entire locality.

You of course give yourself the usual thirty minutes to do slight makeup and wear shorts with oversized tee styled enough to merge into the party. And boy you have no idea what you are going to witness today.

Jungkook arrives ten minutes late because the highlights took time to dry off. He styles them, but not too much. He still wanted to look effortlessly handsome and got that long abandoned shear black shirt with blue jeans.

“Woah is that Jungkook!?”, some girls whisper beside the bar you are currently seated at and you turn around, only to feel a pang to your chest. Fuck. A completely look through shirt with fucking tight blue denim is he fucking kidding? And blonde hair? Yeah it's that complete ‘drool over me bitches’ package.

You suddenly feel self aware of how simple you looked. He should have given a heads up because one needs several business days to process blonde Jungkook. He seemed unrecognizable.

“Woah… What's up with this new look!?”, you approach finally. Many people eye him shamelessly in your peripheral vision which is pretty much obvious.

“Nothing. Just felt like it”, he grins, having won you. Jungkook is not attractive who? Yeah he bets Seokjin will never pull off this look.

“You like it? ”, and he undoes first two buttons, exposing a bit of his toning straight to your eyes. Is he fucking teasing? You want to confront him because he's acting weird. But you don't know if this is because you feel different around him.

“Y-yeah… It's good”, you tug a smile.

“Wanna dance?”, he asks and you nod, taking your hand to the dance floor. Most people are wasted but both of you are not. So when you feel him touching more than usual, you are absolutely aware that it's not an accident.

He holds you so close all the time, as if it's something you do daily. Fuck.

“Hold me like this”, he says out of nowhere and throws your hand behind his neck. He knows what he's doing. And you are aware too, but too weak in knees to retract. You hate that you are actually enjoying this and he loved it.

“Y/n….”, he whispers to your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind it, “Can I kiss you love? ”

Your nod is so soft and innocent before you give in. Most people who were looking forward for Jungkook’s company give up and hook up with other guys around because they know he isn't here for anybody else.

He flushes your hips against his as he kisses you, obviously tongue all the way. He doesn't know why but he wanted to shut your mouth exactly like this whenever you swooned over Seokjin. And he is most certain that all those memories are perished along with the kiss.

He pulls your bottom lip out and looks into your eyes and grinds his hip on yours, and you moan lowly. He internally curses at how sweet you sounded.

“Come with me”. He pulls you out of the crowd and into a private cubicle where people usually make out. And thankfully there was one vacant.

But he isn't quick to act once inside the space. He takes his time to lock the door and to sit at that one chair in the centre, manspreading luxuriously for you to see.

You never did anything like this with Jungkook. It was not like you had friend zoned him, you actually don't know why, all these years you spent casually flirting and shrugging off with each other, and now you can't wait to devour him.

You make your way to his lap and sit right on his hips, sighing at the contact. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it towards him. His other hand taps your butt to continue grinding which you happily do so.

He continues exploring your skin, hooking his hands on your shirt and rubbing circles at the skin there. Feeling his cold hands, you move to undo two more of his buttons to get a peak of his pecs, something you wanted to do the moment you saw him.

He moans into your mouth when your movements start to get him worked up, feeling high and ecstatic. Even with the denim shorts on, the dent on his pants was enough to get you close to orgasm.

“J-Jungkook… ”, you trail off, head slightly falling back which he catches.

“Go on love, almost there”. Fuck. You loved it when he called you names, but this one was, exceptionally very much turning you on.

He detaches his mouth to suckle on your collar bone, exposing it by pulling your t shirt slightly down. It becomes all too much, and you focus on the knot forming at your stomach.

Jungkook stops kissing you, indicating he's chasing his high several moments after yours, glad that both opted for thick denims as bottoms to cover the mess you made.

“We should've done this way before”, you imply, separating the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“We could've, but you were busy drooling over some teacher”, he smugs.

“So you were jealous! ”.

Unfortunately his cocky being doesn't have an answer for that so he dodges it with another long kiss, breaking off with a loud smooch.

“God I can kiss you forever Y/n…”

“And...then? ”, you ask your confusion. You don't know what's your relationship with Jungkook is anymore, now that you had made out with him.

“... then… maybe you'll fall in love with me?”

“See you at the party Kook”, you peck the corner of his lips and get off his lap. After taking a moment to fix your outfit, you leave the cubicle.

And Jungkook knew exactly what he was going to do.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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multi--kpop--fanfics · 4 years ago

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(Not) Such A Good Boy

sub!bf!Juyeon x dom!fem!reader (ft. Eric, Kevin and Hyunjae)

genre: smut, slight crack, a bit of fluff towards the end

contains: dom/sub themes, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting, spanking, Juyeon is a brat on a choker and a leash, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Author’s note: This man right there has been wrecking my existence lately (I blame Kingdom) and this GIF screams sub!Juyeon so yeah, enjoy this filth

“Lee Juyeon, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, you scoff under your breath. You have been waiting for the past twenty minutes in the living room, outfit and makeup on point, since you were about to go clubbing with your group of friends. But apparently, your dear boyfriend had lost all sense of time, trying to get ready.

Visibly irritated, you storm to your shared bedroom, your heels angrily clicking on the wooden floor. “Juyeon, I swear to God-” you mutter and stop mid-sentence, only to see your boyfriend leaning on the door, fully dressed and a lop-sided smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“You called, babe?”, he asks teasingly and before rolling your eyes, you give him an once-over, processing his choice of clothes - a pair of tight black leather pants that were hugging his muscular thighs deliciously, a pair of black combat boots, a cropped black sweater with holes around his clavicles and a black belt-like choker around his neck. He was the epitome of the emo bad boy that all parents hated and all girls craved.

“Um, what is this?”, you question him with a pointing finger. "That, is my outfit for tonight", Juyeon states, the previous smirk still on his face, "What, you don't like it?". "Isn't it a bit unfair for me to wear not so revealing clothes all while you're dressed as an emo himbo?", you complain and he laughs, "An emo himbo? Wow, you're getting more creative with your descriptions, Y/N. You're right though, it's a sort of questionable outfit". You perk up at his response, hoping he'll change into something more colorful and less hole-adorned, only to be utterly disappointed, as Juyeon reached into the closet only to drape a black leather jacket on top of his broad shoulders. "Now we're good to go", he turns to you and winks with audacity. Brat, you scoff mentally and pick up the keys to unlock the door and finally leave your shared apartment.

"Finally! What the fuck took you so long?!", your friend Eric yells at you, trying to overcome the loud bass of the club speakers. "Your complaints to your friend over there, he was the one who took twenty minutes to get ready", you roll your eyes pointing to Juyeon, who was greeting Hyunjae and Kevin, your other friends. "Yooo, Juyeon, what's up with the collar, bro?", Eric amusingly points out. "It's a choker, you tasteless twat. But what would you know of fashion, since you only know how to wear t-shirts and ripped jeans?", Kevin comments and Juyeon mouths a 'thank you' to him. "Simple is the best, my dear friend. Besides, I've been getting all the girls, unlike you and your snake print jacket", Eric retaliates. "Excuse you, this jacket is a fashion statement!", Kevin bites back, feeling insulted. "Not gonna lie though, it does look like a collar. Will you put him on a leash too, Y/N?", Hyunjae comments in a snarky way, making Eric cringe in disgust. "Hyunjae, please go get some drinks, for God's sake", you reply with a dismissive manner. "Yes ma'am", he rolls his eyes and goes to the bartender.

You turn to Juyeon, who was extremely stiff after Hyunjae's comment. "You okay, baby?", you nudge him softly and he's brought back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, no worries", Juyeon replies, praying that the loud bass could cover his shaky voice. "Don't listen to Eric and Hyunjae, they have zero fashion sense, bro. I would wear that choker too, looks hella good on you", Kevin adds while pointing to the choker and Juyeon's smile is back on his face, "Thanks, bro, I really appreciate it", he replies with a chirpy tone.

The music suddenly changes into a slower jam and Juyeon smirks devilishly, as he winks at you and walks towards the dance floor. You watched as he starts swaying his hips and shoulders in the most smooth way possible, his half-lidded eyes never leaving yours. Eric and Kevin were whistling and cheering on Juyeon, all while Hyunjae was snorting at their antiques. You were simply lost in the image of your boyfriend dancing like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't just following the rhythm, he was riding it - and boy, was he good at doing so.

In fact, he was so good that he gained the attention of many people in the club. And you were lowkey proud, because that man was yours. However, a certain girl wasn't aware of that - hence why she approached Juyeon and started dancing with him. You were a bit jealous, not gonna lie, but the next moment made your blood fucking boil.

He had the fucking audacity to put his hands on her waist and dance with her - all while looking to you over her shoulder with the most smug expression on his face. That fucker, you mentally curse. This was definitely payback for everything you said before you left the house. You just knew it. You weren't even the jealous or possessive type of girlfriend to begin with.

But you'd be damned if you were to let a random bitch run her hands over your boyfriend.

Hyunjae catches up to your motions and he grabs you by your wrist. "Hyunjae, what the f-" "Shut up and listen to me. Going there and creating a scene will not end up well for you and you will give Juyeon exactly what he wants", he states and his words hit home faster that you expected. "Since when did you become so perceptive?", you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles, "I have my moments too, Y/N". "So, since your brain decided to actually function tonight, do you have any idea?" you ask in defeat and Hyunjae starts pulling you to the dance floor by your hand, leaving Eric and Kevin completely baffled. He then pulls you into his chest and leans in your ear to whisper

"Just dance, Y/N".

A Cheshire cat-like grin spreads on your lips, as you catch up to his ulterior motive and you start dancing with Hyunjae, hoping that Juyeon will notice the two of you. "Don't think too much about it, it will happen naturally", he adds, "You're too stiff, Y/N, just relax and enjoy dancing".

His words actually succeed in making you relax and you sway your hips more comfortably, actually enjoying the slow jams echoing through the club speakers. Under the dim lights, you lock eyes momentarily with Juyeon, who was licking his lips and his gaze was a mix of lust and death glares, the last one directed to Hyunjae. "Told you it would work", he comments, "You owe me this one". "Shut the fuck up, Hyunjae", you spit back and he laughs.

However, his laughter is cut short by a very jealous Juyeon, who has grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Next time I see you dance with Y/N, I'll break your fucking kneecaps", he growls and Hyunjae takes a step back, "She's all yours, bro", he raises his hands in defense and returns to the table. Juyeon then turns to you, his blood still boiling with jealousy, as you watch him with a proud smirk.

"You find this funny, huh? Dancing shamelessly with my friend?", he clenches his jaw. You then thread a finger through his choker and pull him close to your face, making Juyeon gasp. "Funny? No honey, I'm fucking fuming right now, because you decided to act like a brat and put your hands on the first bitch that threw herself on you", you retaliate, your chill facade slipping away. A sickly sweet smile adorns Juyeon's face as he watches every single movement of yours. He lowers his head, his lips hanging mere centimeters over yours and he slyly pokes out his tongue to lick your lips, hissing at the wet feeling.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad, baby".

That was the last straw.

"Get your stuff, we're going home", you announce and he flashes a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am", he replies almost immediately and you return to your friends' table. "Guys, we'll be leaving now, hope you enjoy the rest of the night!" you announce and Eric looks between Juyeon and you. "Do I want to know what's going on?", he questions and Kevin pats him on the back while shaking his head as in 'no'. You both bid farewell to your friends and you walk out of the club, jogging towards your car. Juyeon whips out the cars keys and he opens the door for you, his gentleman-like gesture a complete contrast to his previous bratty behaviour.

The ride back home feels like it lasted for hours, when in reality, it lasted only ten minutes - maybe it's your sheer desire to fuck your handsome boyfriend to oblivion. By the time you entered your shared apartment, your lips were on Juyeon's neck, your hands roaming his toned body and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You love acting like a bratty slut, don't you?", you sneer at him and he releases a breathy chuckle. "Yeah, and so do you", he whispers and he trails kisses upon your neck and behind your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "Are you going to punish me for being a bratty slut?".

You thought you came right there and then, 'cause fuck, he is so hot like this.

"Is that what you want? Fine then, you'll get the punishment you deserve, slut", you hiss while gripping Juyeon's jaw, your manicured nails raking his porcelain skin, "Don't say I didn't warn you", you whisper into his ear and he releases one of the lewdest sounds you've ever heard in your life. "God, you're a desperate little bitch, aren't you, Lee Juyeon?", you ask while removing the detachable strap of your bag and clasp it on his choker, creating a make-shift leash. "Only for you, baby", he replies with a sultry voice and half-lidded eyes.

You pull him by the make-shift leash, and you push him onto the couch, where you settle yourself on his lap, his hard cock straining his already tight pants. You remove his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. Wasting no time, you attack his collarbones with your lips, trailing red and purple blotches on his soft skin. You bite the juncture of his neck teasingly and he releases breathy moans, making you chuckle. You grind your clothed core on his bulge, and the sweet friction makes Juyeon mewl again. He tries to reach for your crotch with his hand, but you stop him by pulling the leash, making him gasp.

"No sweetheart, no touching tonight", you chastise him, as you pull back to remove your clothes and his pants, leaving the both of you only in your underwear. Juyeon's bulge is even more evident now, the thin material of his boxers having a wet spot, due to his cock leaking pre-cum. The sight in front of you makes your own wetness pool in your panties - your boyfriend on a leash, his perfectly styled hair now disheveled, his upper torso covered in love bites, his muscular thighs fully spread and his cock straining against his boxers.

"Baby, fuck, please do something", he pleads with bleary eyes. "Lie down for me", you order and he's laid flat on his back with one swift motion, his desperation showing. You remove your underwear and place your naked pussy right in front of his face. He reaches for your thighs with his arms, but you slap them away. "I said, no touching", you say sternly, "But-", "You should have thought twice before touching that bitch with your hands. Now, be a good boy and use your pretty mouth", you demand.

Juyeon pushes his wet tongue into your heat without second thought and he's lapping up your juices like a starved man. You can't help but moan with satisfaction, having him under your control like that gave you a huge adrenaline rush. You raked your nails from his torso to the hem of his boxers, the sensation making him moan and momentarily halt his actions. You slap his left thigh to alert him and his cock twitches, the vibrations of his moans coursing through your body as well. Juyeon now flattens his tongue against your folds with a faster tempo.

"You like it when I spank you, huh? Naughty boy", you smirk and land another slap, this time on his right thigh. Juyeon retaliates by sucking on your clit harshly, making you yelp from pleasure and you feel him smirk against your pussy. You find the leash and tug it, pulling Juyeon's face even closer to your core. "Behave, or you'll sleep without cumming tonight", you warn him and he whines, but resumes his efforts nonetheless. "Good boy, k-keep it u-up", you stutter as you feel your high approach with each passing second. His tongue is alternating between circling your clit and pumping in and out of your hole, the squelching sounds creating a pornographic scene.

You scream as you cum on Juyeon's face, your whole body shaking, as he helps you ride out your orgasm with kitten licks. You pull yourself together and turn around to face him, as he nastily licks his lips to taste your essence. "Sweet like fucking candy", he comments, "Want a taste, baby?". You pull him by the leash and crash your lips on his, tasting yourself, as your tongues dance crazily in a battle of dominance. "You're still acting like a brat, but since you did as I said, maybe you deserve to cum after all", you state and bend down to remove his boxers and free his painfully hard erection.

"Y/N, stop fucking teasing already!", Juyeon whines again and you slap his thigh again, "Where did your manners go, baby?".

"Please, Y/N..."

"Please what?"

"Please use my cock to cum"

"Fuck, such a good boy", you moan and spear yourself onto his hard cock, the sudden stretch tipping between pain and pleasure. You give yourself almost no time to adjust and you start riding Juyeon like a mad woman. He pistons his hips in unison, pounding into you with a speed neither of your brains are able to register. You put your hands on his broad chest for support and he holds your hips with his hands so tight you might get bruises the next day. Neither of you are able to contain your obscene moans nor form coherent sentences, way too lost in pleasure and lust.

"Fuck, Juyeon, you're such a good boy, so good for me", "Only for you Y/N, shit- only yours", he groans and his hips start to falter, signaling his upcoming orgasm. "I-I'm close again, nngh..", you mewl as you feel your insides clench around his cock like a vice. "M-Me too, Y/N please let me cum, let me f-fill you up baby", "Oh God, yes, fill me with your cum, babe", you moan loudly.

Juyeon moans with you as he stills himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably and flooding your cunt with his hot cum, painting your insides white. You collapse on top of him, panting heavily, the both of you sweating and spent, laughing breathlessly. You muster all the strength you have left in you to remove the choker from Juyeon's neck.

"Oof, thank you baby", he nods, rubbing his neck softly. You swipe a few dark strands of his forehead. You notice the marks on his neck the choker left and you can't help but feel a little regretful. "Did I hurt you?", you ask sheepishly and Juyeon smiles softly and presses a kiss on your nose. "No baby, you were perfect. We should do this more often, actually. You look hella sexy when you take control", he teases and you playfully smack his chest.

"So you intend to dance with random girls in clubs?", you ask and Juyeon smirks,

"No, but I intend to be not such a good boy for you".

#juyeon smut #tbz juyeon #lee juyeon #the boyz smut #the boyz fanfics #tbz #would you look at that #another juyeon fanfic

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yemilnisu · 5 years ago

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Hey hey hey! I heard requests are open! (Also I can't find any rules for requests in your blog so sorry if I'm breaking any of em!) So could I please request for kenma and kageyama with a childhood friend that they slowly fall in love with? Thanks in advance! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ (Have a good trip btw!)

nisu entries:

hey, bub! It’s fine you’re not breaking any but if you still want to read them it’s here! I hope you enjoy this!

I’m currently working on all of you guys’ requests but if you want to send a request, feel free to do so! Anyways, happy holidays!🥰

okay not me casually sneaking in attack on titan because i’m currently rewatching it and the fact that it’s the birthday of humanity’s strongest soldier aka the hottest man on earth aka levi ackerman😌🤚🏻

KENMA AND KAGEYAMA WITH A CHILDHOOD FRIEND THAT THEY SLOWLY FALL IN LOVE WITH

KENMA KOZUME

you and kenma have been friends since grade school

the two of you got partnered up for a project and ever since then the two of you slowly got close

kenma was shocked at first because he never really thought he’d make friends especially with a girl

he thought that the reason he always want to be close to you was because he cherish your friendship that much

like the fact that he’ll teach you how to play the new game he bought once he mastered it

or he’ll always make an extra character that has the same features you have so you guys can play together

and even though he wanted to read the new released manga, he will still wait for you so the two of you can read it together

or when the attack on titan released its fourth season, he waited patiently for you to finish the first three seasons and even rewatched some of them with you before watching the final season because you wanted to watch it with him

he thought all of those things were natural because you guys were friends, not until he noticed how boys from the other class were trying to grab your attention

like they’ll make some stupid excuse just to talk to you and kenma would observe from the side and just look at them like this

he thought what he was feeling was disgust and cringe for those pitiful boys because he knows that they will never get your attention, that they won’t win you using those petty tricks

but he started to doubt his own presumption when he saw you hanging out with the dude that complimented your hair yesterday

like you don’t even laugh that way when you were with him? like is that guy more fun to have around than your childhood best friend? you never looked at kenma the same way you looked at that guy

the way your eyes sparkle and your eyelashes battle with each other as you close your eyes from laughing so much, why does it seems like the world around kenma got slower?

oh shit. do i like my best friend? do i like... y/n?

“y/n... do you like someone?” kenma finally blurted out as the two of you were on your way home. it took him 10 minutes to get over all the thoughts of how terrible this situation might end up, but he can’t help but hope that it might go the other way, the way he wanted it to go.

“hmm, yeah. why’d you asked?” you answered nonchalantly.

“is it the guy from class 3?” he kinda regretted the way that question escaped his mouth. it sounded like he was jealous, not that he wasn’t. he could’ve said it in way he wasn’t guilty of being a tad bit jealous.

“i’m pretty sure i’m not his type, ken,” you chortled. kenma looked at you with so many question running through his mind. “he likes boys,” you answered shortly.

the latter just nodded his head as he thought all the moments you had with the guy. he felt so dumb. how did he not notice it? the way the guy complimented you was a lot more specific than any dude.

“why, ken? don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you joked. when the lad didn’t respond you glance at him. “oh, my gosh. are you, kenma kozume, jealous because i was hanging out with a guy?”

“so what if i am,” he answered bluntly. he didn’t know where he got that sudden bravery but for some weird reason he didn’t regret saying those words when he saw your eyes widen. but was quickly turned into a grin.

“damn, i never thought this day would come. kenma kozume being assertive, i guess that’s a good enough excuse for me to do too, right? you don’t have to be jealous, besides the guy i like have been beside me since grade school,” you announced. you had that meaningful look in your eyes when you and kenma met each other’s glances and he already knew what it meant.

“and do you want him to stay?” let’s just say that the friendship chapter ended right there.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

you’re oikawa’s little sister so it was natural that you knew kageyama

despite the fact that your older brother hated the setter, you absolutely adored him, in which only added fuel to your brother’s rage towards the poor boy

but when oikawa saw how much you adored kageyama, he didn’t want to ruin your happiness so he’ll try to be nice to kageyama (at least when you’re around)

even though you and kageyama went to a different, the two of you still kept in touch

like hanging out atleast once a week and always texting each other about what the other is doing

as kageyama was on his way to your house he came across oikawa, and oikawa said something about beating the first year before he finally asked what the first year was doing there

kageyama explained that he have been waiting for an hour for y/n in their usual hang out spot

oikawa bursted out laughing, saying that kageyama got stood up and that this is the proof that you really are his sister

kageyama knows that you wouldn’t do that on purpose because he was aware of how much you liked hanging out with him and that would lowkey boost his ego

the first year subquently rolled his eyes and asked if you were at home

in which the latter answered that you left a couple of hours ago saying you were hanging out with your classmate kyo

“i guess you’re not y/n’s favorite anymore,” with that the third year continued his jog with a smug look on his face, purposely leaving his junior with a lot of unanswered questions

kyo? he have never heard that name before, especially from you. we’re you keeping secrets from him? why didn’t you tell him about this guy? even though it was hard for him to open up, he’d tell you all his secret and insecurities then why didn’t you do the same? and did you really replaced him?

kageyama thought that he can’t blame you if you did replace him, due to the fact that the kyo guy goes to the same school you do, means the two of you would see each other often than you would see kageyama

he thought that his time with you in kitagawa daiichi was fun and he would cherish your bond forever but he would like to tell you something first before it ends

the next day karasuno have a practice match against aoba johsai and after the match kageyama saw you walked pass the gym

“y/n!” you heard a familiar voice called out and it was kageyama. he jogged up to you, all sweaty and trying to catch his breath. he stared at the guy beside you and the guy quickly excused himself out of the deathly glare of the setter. “so that was him?” kageyama said, he sounded a bit disappointed.

“huh? what do you mean?” you asked

“nothing. i just wanted to say that i really appreciate our friendship and since it’s about to end anyways i don’t need to worry about it getting ruined by me falling in love with you,” the setter confessed.

you chuckled, “why does it sound like i’m going to die, tobio? you could confess to me and not sound so dramatic you know? seriously, you gotta stop idolizing my brother so much. and who said our friendship is going to end?”

“uh, me..?” he muttered.

“why’d you think that?” you asked softly, you know kageyama even though he have this strong aura, he was still sensitive as a little baby.

“...you didn’t come to our hang out place yesterday,” he silently replied.

“oh, shoot! i’m so sorry, tobio. i forgot that we were supposed to hang out yesterday. i had a group project that needs to be finished as soon as possible. i’m really sorry, it completely slipped out of my mind,” you babbled.

“it’s fine. just let me take you out on a date,” he boldly asked you out. you smirked, you forgot that he could be as sly and courageous when he wished to be.

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getofy · 4 years ago

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matchup: #1 - hq boy w/ an extroverted fem reader!

—a/n: wow im genuinely so sorry for taking so long. literally school is ruining my life and i also um,, haven’t been doing the best this past month. i really hope this makes up for it !! it’s kinda long so my bad...also this is NOT proofread lol i apologize if it sucks aaaa.

DISCLAIMER: while this is a personalized matchup, they’re still headcanons, so basically anyone can enjoy them! :]

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hello @/meremoomoo ! you are so cute and tysm for being patient about ur request. i debated who you would go well with for a while, but in the end i came up with...

SUGAWARA KŌSHI!

#SUGA: “YOU’RE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE!”

#Y/N: “THANK YOU KŌSHI :].”

☆ SUGA IS PERFECT FOR YOU, AND HERE IS WHY—

PERSONALITY TYPE:

suga has a personality type of INFJ, which compliments your ENFP personality type well.

“...you may benefit from perseverance in this relationship. your sensitive, sympathetic nature may at times overtake you, leading you to make decisions that feel right but are not really the wisest option. this person, whose approach seems so cold at times, can help you to tune into your powers of objective reasoning and ensure that you are not letting emotions rule your life.” —some website i found

while INFJs are not the most compatible with ESFPs, your other personality type, wonderful things can still come out of INFJ/ESFP dynamics!

“your differences mean that you actually have a lot to offer one another. your counterpart may inspire you to slow down and think more deeply about the meaning of things, rather than just doing what feels right in the moment. in turn, you can help them to get out of their heads and enjoy life for what it is.” —some website i found

HOW YOU GUYS MET:

sugawara and you did not start off on the right foot at first...

the two of you were in the same class and sat very close to each other so he decided that he really wanted to get to know you.

he also just really likes becoming friends w/ people lol

since you were always laughing loudly with your friends during break time, he deduced that you had a good sense of humor.

he decided that jokes seemed like the right way to get to your heart win you over!

easy enough, right?

wrong.

apparently, he had caught you on a bad day because his attempts to be friendly were not received well. at all.

poor suga.

he does his best to be kind to everybody, but at the same time, he does love to poke fun at others. he probably took one of his jokes too far or something?

or maybe you really were just having a bad day?

who knows.

anyways, after that awkward encounter, he did his best to avoid you.

it’s not that he hated you, it’s just that he thought you hated him. it sort of bummed him out because you seemed cool, but he wanted to be respectful of your feelings!

*sorry it’s not enemies to lovers, but it’s close enough i hope ?

HOW HE DISCOVERED HE LIKED YOU:

the class had finished testing early, so the teacher decided to put on a movie.

AND FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON THE MOVIE WAS OLD YELLER?!!?!?

(basically it’s just an incredibly depressing dog movie. like, if you’ve never seen it then just imagine the saddest movie you’ve ever seen 10x)

anyways, you ended up crying. very loudly.

sugawara was incredibly concerned for you, since you seemed to be genuinely distraught, but he didn’t say anything

eventually, the teacher caught on to your disarray and excused you from the room so you could go calm yourself down.

after some time, the teacher tells suga to go check up on you to make sure ur not dead or whatever lol (you were taking a while).

he was hesitant to do this since he knew you weren’t too fond of him, but suga decides to do it anyways since he didn’t want to be a disobedient student.

he finds you sitting on a bench with tears streaming down your face

and MAN!!

all at once, suga gets this overwhelming urge to make you feel better. but like, as in, he-never-wants-to-see-you-in-this-kind-of-state again-otherwise-he-might-breakdown kind of urse.

despite not being super close to you, he had gotten so used to your large smiles and extroverted demeanor, that watching you cry felt foreign to him.

he missed your smile.

he soon realizes that seeing you upset hurts him because he genuinely cares about your well-being.

so he decides to make it his personal mission to make you smile again.

suga takes the spot next to you voicelesslyand tries his best to talk you through your dismay.

you don’t seem to mind the company, and to his delight you don’t seem to hate him as much as he thought you did!!

suga is very grateful for this

anyways, he manages to cheer you up, and the tips of your lips turn up into a small grin—just like he wanted them to.

AND BOY OH BOY WHEN THEY DO!!

whew this man’s heart skips a BEAT baby and he is lowkey spiraling lol he’s so confused like why is this girl’s smile making me feel some type of way

he had been so focused on what you thought about him, but he had never once stopped to consider what he thought about you (until this very moment, of course).

turns out suga was incredibly fond of you

yeah, that’s how he knew.

suga brain go brr 4 pretti girl

HOW HE CONFESSES:

you two had been hanging out more frequently as of late

and getting to know you was only making suga‘s crush grow EXPONENTIALLY

after many nights spent in long contemplation, he came to the conclusion that it was time to ‘man-up’ and just rip off the band-aid that was being honest about his feelings.

he buys a single flower (tanaka’s advice) and waits by your locker

very very simple and sweet confession typa beat :(

literally SO nervous pls help . he’s scratching the back of his neck and holding the flower out to you with a slight twinge in his cheeks.

“y/n...i know you weren’t too fond of me at first, but i...i don’t know i think we’re great together! and now that we hang out and stuff i was thinking that maybe we could-“

yeah you cut the poor boy off and said yes to put him out of his misery.

literally verbally celebrates when you accept his flower. does a lil victory dance and everything.

ugh yall r so cute.

AFTER HE CONFESSES:

YOU GUYS GET TOGETHER INSTANTLY WOOOOOO

somehow the most wholesome and chaotic couple to ever exist???

you guys spend like every waking moment together it’s adorable

noya and tanaka would jokingly hit on you and suga would pretend to be actually jealous.

i hc him as being a somewhat possessive-y boyfriend so do w that what you will

total best friend kind of lover but he’s also a sweetheart and rlly romantic + respectful abt ur needs:(

y’all r super comfy w each other !!

WHAT HE LOVES ABOUT YOU:

sugawara is usually the kind of person that’s always there for other people so he appreciates the fact that you’re the same way! you guys bond over your shared therapist/mom-friend tendencies, and quickly become the support systems you so desperately needed prior to getting together.

he’s there to listen to you about your problems and vice versa.

he adores how you can meet and sometimes even exceed his energy. it’s a nice change of pace since he usually gets scolded by daichi. </3

thinks it’s cute how much you care for animals! you’ll often find him staring at you in wonder as you pet a random dog on the street lol.

MISC HEADCANONS:

will spend hours on end watching you play video games on FaceTime. after a while, he ended up buying his own console and now you guys play together!

he’s fairly competitive, and will whine whenever you destroy beat him in a game!

he’s so cute pls

one of his favorite things to do after a long day is sit and play slower paced games such as minecraft and animal crossing with you.

whether it’s about your fav historical monument or about a new show you saw, suga will listen to you talk for hours and never get bored. usually he’s always got something to add to the convo though. sometimes you guys get overly excited together and end up speaking over each other in the same way.!

is INCREDIBLE at getting you to calm down?? like, if you ever need to be put in your place, suga knows exactly what to say to do it. does this make sense? lol. you guys have big ying and yang energy sometimes i feel.

you’re his BIGGEST supporter. whenever he’s put into games, you’re always the LOUDEST one cheering him one.

it really touches him to know that you’ll always be there to root for him!! even mr.refreshing gets down sometimes, so it’s incredible to have someone as positive as you by his side constantly reassuring him.

he’s a big animal person as well so you guys like going to volunteer at shelters together!

this was actually your second date HAHA.

if a dog is within a 40 ft radius from y’all, it is almost guaranteed that you guys will sprint to go pet them.

since you’re both athletic, you guys help each other practice sports together! suga’ll throw u soft toss and help you run drills and hype u up before games. & you’ll help him work on his technique and such <33.

y’all totally gossip together wow. you said you were a bit on the meaner side of the spectrum and lowkey he doesn’t mind AT ALL. he lives for it HAHAHAHA.

he literally thinks you’re stunning so it upsets him whenever you get insecure, but he’s always got the right thing to say to cheer you up! genuinely just,,,, so good with his words. if you’re having a bad night, he’s ready to come to your rescue with a gentle smile and funny one-liner and maybe a documentary if you’re lucky enough.

in his eyes, everything about you is beautiful. your hair. your freckles. your body. your laugh. your smile. everything!! he’s going to do whatever it takes for you to love yourself in the same way he loves you.

this man so whipped smh 🙄��

tl;dr: suga thinks you hate him. you don’t. you start hanging out. he confesses to you by the lockers. you start dating. you are infinitely better at gaming than he is and will never let him forget it.

YOUR ANTHEMS (in no particular order):

darling by christian leave

pleasantries (with your lover) by mustard service

upside down by jack johnson

sunflower, vol.6 by harry styles

what do you like in me? by nasty cherry

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Ruby & Cosmo

Ruby: Dying to know is every date colour coded? ❤️

Cosmo: Oh, God 😅 How unintentionally cringe

Cosmo: That sums up how well it went, sadly

Ruby: the quick reply had me thinking you were back early or answering in the middle of dinner

Cosmo: 🤫

Cosmo: I’d never!

Cosmo: It was a favour and I think that showed

Cosmo: She’s my cousin’s friend and just got dumped, sweet girl but perhaps not ready to be great company

Ruby: explains the 🌹

Cosmo: Not very personal or too basic?

Ruby: a nice try if it was your first date ever but I know it’s not

Cosmo: Thank God I didn’t get another bouquet 😏

Cosmo: They weren’t buy one get one free though, before you say

Ruby: they looked expensive

Ruby: she would’ve felt guilty throwing them back in your face

Cosmo: I told you I weren’t texting under the table, why would she need to?

Ruby: you told me why, they’re impersonal & basic

Ruby: & heartbreak makes you unhinged

Cosmo: I wouldn’t call her unhinged

Cosmo: at least not to her face, right

Ruby: 😅

Ruby: or your cousin’s

Ruby: Are you staying out in town or going home to change?

Cosmo: I don’t fancy showing up in the club in this

Cosmo: never mind hearing what my friends would have to say

Cosmo: What are you up to?

Ruby: the VIP area has seen worse, you don’t look like you raided the Gucci sale rail, eyes closed

Ruby: & your friends have worn worse, but I won’t say it to their faces

Ruby: I’m waiting for my own friends to be done making their own questionable outfit choices as usual

Cosmo: Careful, that was almost a compliment and not just a drag of the lads

Cosmo: not undeserved on their end but what did I do to make you decide to be nice to me?

Cosmo: besides entertain you with my dating woes whilst they redo their makeup, again

Ruby: You know how to dress, it’s a fact

Ruby: & I didn’t decide to be nice, it just happened

Cosmo: Not that you’re not usually nice in general

Cosmo: but here I am, feeling special, like 💖🤩

Cosmo: It’s also a fact, though not an impressive one, that I’m not lame enough to go in for that negging bullshit, so whatever I end up doing, calling you a bitch ain’t on the agenda

Ruby: there you were down in the dumps about your disaster date, I thought I’d try to help

Ruby: I wouldn’t, it only works for Mason when everyone’s too busy watching his feet move to care about his mouth & that’s not the audience you’ve got atm

Cosmo: I think I’ll survive

Cosmo: but I appreciate it

Cosmo: I’ve seen him get in trouble for his mouth plenty of times on the pitch

Cosmo: but referees aren’t ones to be sweet-talked so…

Ruby: your expensive roses are wasted on them 🥀

Cosmo: That is the real tragedy 💔

Cosmo: I reckon 🍷 could work on your dad though, whaddya think?

Ruby: aren’t we beyond bribes? I thought we were

Cosmo: You don’t have to go up for contract renewals

Cosmo: but I was joking, so don’t tell him he’s on a promise there

Ruby: oh yeah, it’s a joke you being worried you won’t get renewed

Ruby: he doesn’t shut up about you after a few 🍷’s with your dad

Cosmo: Sorry you’ve had to witness/hear that

Cosmo: can’t help my case

Ruby: it wouldn’t be realistic to entertain you or let you entertain me if he wasn’t on board

Cosmo: No?

Ruby: secrecy & sneaking around would be impossible unless we could both drop what we were doing at a moment’s notice, which we can’t

Cosmo: True

Cosmo: Neither of us has the time for that

Ruby: or the anonymity

Cosmo: You aren’t wrong

Ruby: 💖🤩 back at me?

Ruby: you’re being agreeable, above & beyond the Sunday roast standard you set when everyone was listening in

Cosmo: Agreeable from you I can take

Cosmo: I didn’t know any of you guys were going to be there, so if I wasn’t on top form

Cosmo: I’d love to have a second chance to do it better, of course

Cosmo: Somewhere more exciting than family dinner

Cosmo: and no impersonal and basic 🌹s

Ruby: I’d love to skip the club tonight, it stopped being exciting forever ago

Ruby: there’s your chance

Cosmo: Alright

Cosmo: I’ll make something happen and I’ll send you the place and the dress code

Ruby: pastel colours wash me out

Cosmo: What kind of place would be pastels only? 🤔

Ruby: [name drop somewhere boujee that you’ve been probably with your mum and godmother lol]

Ruby: you wasted the ❤️ on the wrong girl 💔

Cosmo: She wasn’t wearing red

Ruby: it was never going to work out

Cosmo: That might be for the best

Ruby: tbd

Ruby: but I’m not feeling like I’ll cry or talk about any of my exes so it’ll be better for you

Cosmo: And for you

Cosmo: not that you’re letting me be impressive with a bar that low but you know

Ruby: you’ll get over or under it if you want to

Cosmo: If I couldn’t rise to the occasion your dad definitely wouldn’t stand for it

Ruby: I won’t either

Cosmo: tbd

Cosmo: I heard

Ruby: another girl has beat me to denying you everything, I have no choice but to switch it up to keep things interesting

Cosmo: Has hard-to-get worked since the days of negging?

Cosmo: You’ve got all the choices, and no need to play any sort of game with me

Cosmo: Let’s have a good time

Ruby: it might have worked for people who want a different reputation than I do

Ruby: that’d wash me out too, the whole projection of intense cold bitch energy

Ruby: a good time is more doable

Cosmo: It wouldn’t get you very far, I understand

Cosmo: We all have to be some type of way to get to where we need to be

Ruby: yeah & talent has to be backed up with 😁✨

Cosmo: A winning personality, of course

Ruby: if I don’t have that both of my parents & coach are going to lose it, definitely

Cosmo: Well, you don’t need to worry about that, from my perspective

Ruby: from my POV neither of us will be worrying until the alarm wakes us early tomorrow & it’ll be too late to stress it by then

Ruby: the good time’ll have already happened

Cosmo: I’ll drink to that

Cosmo: [something that’s between the restaurant moment we just took Savannah to and the normal clubs they would go to, idk what that would look like, like a club that’s a bit sassier than the beyond standard ones footballers and WAGs would hang in]

Cosmo: but I won’t start without you, like

Ruby: not counting the 🍷 if the 🍝 soaked it up

Ruby: but what do you want me to wear? 🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎

Cosmo: ❤️ off the table then

Ruby: the bar hasn’t fallen through the floor, I’m not okaying you wearing the outfit you chose for her & me dressing to match it

Cosmo: 😅 I’ve gone home but alright

Cosmo: I want to see what you come up with, actually

Cosmo: I’ll show you I’ve got better than the jumper, don’t worry

Ruby: I’ll do better than a roast with the fam, talk about a low bar

Cosmo: I think you’re probably incapable of looking bad

Ruby: try keeping me up all night & you’ll see

Cosmo: I won’t be the first or the last to show up to practice feeling less than 💯 … are all the other ice skaters perfect 😇s?

Ruby: I’m not giving any details of who isn’t, you’re a date down tonight as is, I’m not getting ditched for someone even more 😈

Cosmo: About how that looks

Cosmo: ‘cos I know

Cosmo: We aren’t going to post anything are we?

Cosmo: I’m not looking to add to the poor girl’s 💔 and I know it’s a dick move to not even wait ‘til tomorrow

Ruby: 📵

Ruby: getting into a fight with your cousin over me is even more Romeo & Juliet than sneaking around behind my dad’s back, we all know how it ended

Ruby: drama in the routine is fine but off the ice it’s not cute

Cosmo: Drama on the pitch depends how you feel about diving

Cosmo: but I appreciate that

Ruby: how I feel about diving depends how much my brother has got to me & I want to get him back for it

Cosmo: 🟥 or 🟨 depending on the day

Ruby: 🟥 usually

Cosmo: I feel that

Cosmo: about my own, usually, not necessarily yours but I can see the how and why there too

Ruby: yours made an impression, not at all good

Cosmo: That’s his speciality

Ruby: 😬 brothers bring the mood down when they’re ours

Cosmo: Neither of them’s invited

Ruby: it’ll make a change not to see mine out

Cosmo: That’s unlucky

Ruby: but you’re on to a winner with the location, congrats

Cosmo: I had a good feeling

Ruby: I’ve got one too

Cosmo: 💖🤩

Ruby: a compliment to last until I get there

Cosmo: tbd 👋

Ruby: ❤️

Cosmo: [so obviously this night is gonna go better than the awkward date, though that’s not hard soz Savannah, but also a step above the standard club moment of every weekend hence we stay out longer than we usually do when we’ve got an early start tomorrow]

Ruby: [and equally as obviously if you found enough to talk about when you were around all your annoying relatives for that roast I’m not worried about you struggling for a convo tonight, you’re both cute and have things in common and there’s clearly a vibe]

Cosmo: [I don’t think anything needs to happen tonight but it’s obvious you like each other ‘cos you could both be bothered to show and do this]

Ruby: [agreed it feels legit to who you both are and your priorities to wanna take things a bit slower than that, like it’s clearly unlike her already to do this when you were literally on a date earlier and staying out later than planned is also something neither of you do a lot so]

Cosmo: [yes, we’re not that kind of boy, not saying you’ve never slept with anyone obvs lmao but we’re not a different gal every weekend energy at all]

Ruby: [likewise neither calling this gal a nun or a slag but I doubt she's been out with that many people cos of a) her busy schedule and b) the lowkey famous dad and brother thing that would make some lads wanna try it on for that reason]

Cosmo: [exactly dr phil, you wanna skip to the AM of it all?]

Ruby: [absolutely boo]

Cosmo: 🟥 or 🟨 for keeping you out past your bedtime then?

Ruby: Are you willing to take credit or am I blaming a messy friend’s man troubles?

Cosmo: That depends

Cosmo: we would have to find a friend we’d mutually not mind throwing under the bus and I’m not sure if my brain is capable rn

Ruby: it wouldn’t be taxing to mine to think up someone believable, if you’re keen to show up to my door with 💐 & fool my dad that it’s the first move you’ve made

Ruby: for rep’s sake

Cosmo: The 💔 is all around

Cosmo: a hangover will have you feeling that way

Cosmo: are YOU keen for me to show up at your door with 💐s, that’s the real question here

Ruby: I’ll start getting hangovers when I’m old, it’s a scare tactic before, not a real thing

Ruby: impressing my dad doesn’t necessarily impress me

Cosmo: 😂

Cosmo: That’s alright, I already have impressed him, so it’s definitely not my intention here

Ruby: let’s hear what your intentions are

Cosmo: Now you’re bragging about how un-hungover you are

Cosmo: How about you let me set up a second date and we can talk about it then?

Ruby: a brag would have a selfie attached, I was reassuring you I’m not suffering mild alcohol poisoning like most of our friends

Ruby: a second date for when?

Cosmo: I’m pleased to hear it

Cosmo: it doesn’t make for a pretty sight

Cosmo: [pisstakey shot of some of the lads dying in the changing room or wherever like ew lol]

Cosmo: Send me your calendar and I’ll see?

Ruby: 😬 lovely [but send him something similar of the girls obvs and then your calendar of course, I’m cackling because what if the only time they can both do is tonight so that looks really extra when you’re both not]

Cosmo: They’d kill us for that 😏

Cosmo: [we so could, lmao okay]

Cosmo: Well, it looks like either we double down and go for tonight or we give it a rain check and see in a couple weeks 🤔

Ruby: tonight works for me but it’s you who’d be doing the work to think of somewhere else with wow factor

Cosmo: Undefeated with two wins sounds a lot better than one

Ruby: yeah & I don’t want to talk about weeks on the bench

Cosmo: Be a bit of a dirty tactic to put the blame on you for not going out with me tonight if I get benched but

Cosmo: If it works I’m not above it

Cosmo: So, what kind of place are you looking to avoid tonight?

Ruby: do we need to avoid anywhere or flash photography? your cousin & the girl they forced you to date can’t stay mad forever

Cosmo: No, we don’t have to

Ruby: 💖🤩

Cosmo: Understood

Cosmo: I’ll get back to you

Ruby: 🚫🍷🥃🍸🍹 can be tonight’s rule if you need a break

Cosmo: I don’t

Cosmo: I just needed to know what you want to do, and now I do and I’m thinking

Ruby: I know you don’t need it to have or be fun, me either hopefully

Cosmo: I think you’re fun

Cosmo: and it’s definitely tragic if you have to rely on something like that, that’s not me

Ruby: it’s nobody I know or would count as worth knowing

Cosmo: Totally

Cosmo: Okay, I’m going on the pitch, send you deets later

Ruby: don’t mess up or I’m going to cancel tonight & I don’t want to so that’ll be us both in bad moods 😘

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multiharlot · 5 years ago

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fixing the binding / s. reid

summary: spencer must rebind his relationship in order to salvage the chapters they’ve spent so long creating.

warnings: lowkey angst, fluff, sad spencer but let’s be real he deserves it (iN THIS FIC NOT IRL SPENNY DESERVES ALL THE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD)

part 1

masterlist

y/n’s pov

the room was quiet and the sun shone onto my face placing a gentle warmth on my cheek. the soft sheets covered my body and for a moment, i forgot of last night’s events. i forgot of the seemingly endless stream of tears and i forgot about the months of neglect. i forgot about spencer’s infidelity. every part of me wished that i could lay here in blissful ignorance. that i could turn the page and leave this chapter behind, but i couldn’t. i had to wake up. wake up and get out of bed and face the wreckage of my relationship. i had to do assess the damage and decide wether or not it was fixable. a part of me knew that even if it wasn’t, i’d stay. i’d stay and keep trying even if my efforts weren’t working. but i also owed it to myself to give me something that spencer couldn’t, peace.

i sat myself up in bed, taking a moment to breathe and collect myself in order to prevent my emotions from taking over. throwing the covers from my legs, i went straight from the bedroom and into the bathroom. after a quick shower, i threw my hair up into a ponytail and changed into a pair of dark indigo skinny jeans and a t-shirt with our school choir logo on it. i walked out of the bathroom and sat at my vanity where i saw a small index card folded in half and placed gently against my makeup brush holder. i timidly reached over, unfolding the note and skimming my eyes across the note.

y/n,

i made your tea for you already so that it’ll be cold enough to be iced once you wake up. i know you hate hot beverages. i’ll be home early today. i love you so much.

forever yours,

spencer.

my fingers traced over spencer’s messy handwriting as a sorrowful sigh escaped my lips. was he really mine if he belonged to someone else? shaking the thoughts from my head, i put on a quick layer of makeup and slid on my vans. i always thought that spencer preferring converse and my preference for vans was a funny contrast. it made me believe that we were each other’s other halves. but now i’m starting to believe that it may just be a sign of how opposite we truly are. i hated that i was thinking this way, but i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t help knowing that spencer was falling in love with someone else. or rather, he almost did. i glances over at the clock, a small wave of panic rushing through me as i realized the time. i pulled a cardigan from our closet and ran into the kitchen, grabbing my tumbler full of cold tea and dropping a few ice cubes in before gathering up my bag and running out the door.

the school day was a rough one for me. i could barely focus and my students could tell. one of the best things about being a young choir teacher was that one, your students became your family. and two, they felt as though they could come to you because of your close proximity in age and you could come to them.

“ms. y/n/n? are...are you okay?” one of my students ask as the classroom looks up at me with concerned faces.

a sad chuckle escapes my lips and i nod my head.

“i’ve just ummm...i had a really rough night last night.” i smile, trying to block out the blaring recollection of last night.

“did something happen to spencer?” one of the boys asks as he shuts his binder, the other students following.

“obviously not, she’s wearing his cardigan.” jackie shouts from the back.

my heart stops as i take note of that face that, i was indeed, wearing spencer’s cardigan.

“no...ummm....you know what? let’s cut rehearsal early today? just ummm...make sure you all practice a little extra tonight. and we’ll work on this new song tomorrow.” i say, giving my students a tight smile as my eyes begin to water.

they all look at each other skeptically and one of my soprano girls walks up to me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“whatever it is, we love you.” she sighs into my shoulder, making my lips quiver.

the other students follow behind her, enveloping me into a group hug. some of the boys being even taller than me.

“guys...” i whine, tears cascading down my face.

“shhh. let it happen.” one of my tenors whisper, making us all laugh.

“what’re they feeding some of you guys? geez.” i pout, pushing the heads of the boys who stood at least another head taller than me.

the group laughs and a soft silence blankets over us for just a moment.

“listen ms. y/n/n. you’re here for us more than some of our own parents are. we’re a family. and we’re here for you.” my lead bass speaks out, making me chuckle.

“i love you guys too. now come on. go home. i know you want to.” i smile, wiping my cheeks down and pulling my arms out from my kids’ hold.

they all pulled away, gathering their things and walking out the doors, saying their goodbyes and giving me so many more hugs than i could count. after locking up the classroom, i made my way out to my car. the drive home was slower than it ever had been. i was going the exact speed limit, and i had opted on taking the long way home. when i pulled into the parking space, i sat in my car for just a moment. spencer should be home by now, and i wasn’t sure if i wanted to walk in and face this just yet. i wanted to allow myself one more moment of ignorant bliss. a moment where i could pretend that last night never happened and i would walk into my apartment and spencer and i would be happy. but this moment couldn’t last forever.

i slowly made my way up to the apartment, walking in and shutting the door behind me. spencer stood in the living room, his head snapping towards mine.

“hey.” i smile timidly, placing my bags on the table beside the front door.

“hi...how was work?”

“fine...you?”

he nods in response, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“you’re wearing my sweater...i always love it when you do that.” he chuckles sadly.

“would you like it better if it were on maeve?”

he stops for a moment, looking shamefully down at his mismatched socks. another sigh escapes my lips as i rub my hands over my face.

“i’m sorry...i didn’t mean to say that. i just...i can’t get it out of my head. you were falling in love with someone else, spencer and-”

“but i wasn’t. i wasn’t falling in love with her. i don’t have enough space to love somebody else because all the room i had left was reserved for you. baby...i love you. i’m in love with you. and i always will be in love with you. wether or not you choose to stay, you’re it for me. i didn’t even realize what i was doing until it was being done. there wasn’t a sexual component to any of this she just...” he pauses, as if he were trying to refrain from saying something he couldn’t take back.

“she was smarter than me...it’s okay. you can say it.” i mumble, walking over to his reading chair and plopping myself onto it.

“but that’s just it. you’re not smarter than her. in fact, you actually have a higher iq. she just...the things she specialized in made me feel like when i was talking, she understood. not on an emotional level, but just a logical one. like she knows what planck’s constant is. but you...you know exactly how to get me out of bed after a bad case. and you know exactly how i like my coffee and why i like it that way. and sometimes i don’t even have to tell you that something’s wrong because before i walk in that door, you already know somehow. y/n, i don’t want someone who understands the things i say, i want someone who understands me. and that person is you. and i’ll never forgive myself for letting things go as far as they did with her and if i could take it back i would, but i can’t. so all i can do is fix the bindings.” he pleads, kneeling down in front of me and taking my face into his hands.

a sad chuckle escapes my lips and he wipes away the tears falling down my cheeks.

“fix the bindings, huh?”

“yeah...our book may be falling apart, but i’ll fix the binding. i’ll keep it together. i’ll do everything i have to do to put us back together. i’m not going to throw it away. no matter how much we fall apart, i’ll never throw it away.”

i sniffle, looking down my hands as spencer stares at me expectantly.

“you know...i had this inner monologue with myself this morning. and i told myself that i knew you’d be able to get me to stay. the biggest part of me knew that you could’ve thrown me to the wind and i’d still want to try and do damage control. but i also owed to myself to leave, to give myself peace.”

his face drops as he holds tightly to my hands.

“y/n please-”

“it’s a good thing talking people down is your job because let me tell you what you had me in the first half, i’m not gonna lie.” i shrugged, and a giant smile breaks out onto his face.

“yeah?”

“yeah...and you’re totally on dish duty for like...a while.” i scoff, pushing him out of the way and walking towards the bedroom.

“should i also do laundry? i can organize your music binders. they’re kind of a mess.” he shouts, following behind me.

“you’re walking on thin ice, pal.” i turn glaring at the tall man.

he smiles, wrapping his arms around my hips and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips.

“as long as there’s still ice to walk on.”

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icharchivist · 5 years ago

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The organization around this quarantine thing is such a disaster tbh.

About two weeks ago, two of our teachers were the ones who were especially worried.

There was the first case of covid19 in the nearby high school, and our uni, being a linguistic one in a region nearby the Italian border, has a lot of connection with centric pandemic regions in Italy, before they even shut down themselves.

Two of our teachers were concerned bc, as we just came home from holidays, a lot of people connected to the Italian branch came back to the uni as well, and nothing was really done about it.

One of my teacher was especially mad bc there was no soap in the bathrooms of the uni for a week at that time. She told us then that she will no longer note our presences for classes (mandatory esp for those with scholarships), and encouraged us if we were scared, knew we would be weak to the virus (asthma and such), or if we knew people who were, to not go to school anymore. Told us specifically to take pictures of the soapless bathroom so if the administration bothered us, we’d send them picture going “you’re endangering us”

I’m asthmatic. I have a lot of breathing problems in general, due to a nose malformation that makes it hard to breath and flow normally. and i have allergies. Hell my seasonal illness involves coughing, headaches, nothing flowing from the nose, and lung pains, feeling tired, all those stuff. I can’t even bring up how paranoid i am. Latest cycle of said sickness kicked in with a fever which worried my mom and I had to go see a doctor in urgence a couple of days ago. I’m fine. But i feel extremely paranoid. (and it’s not like France is getting us tested wth bloodtest or something - hospitals are overbooked with the pandemy so they only take in people with very urgent symptoms. Even if you get the virus unless you’re going very bad you’re encouraged to stay at home. There’s probably a lot of cases that we don’t know of because of that.)

But anyway school still didn’t stop back then, two weeks ago. We had two teachers who took the time to sit us down and discuss it with us. How the uni was not prepared to handle it. How they both thought the uni should have closed by now, that they’re discussing it, but they don’t want to yet.

For two weeks all we got as info was that everything was fine. Only need to clean your hands and cough in your arms. But we also had massive announcement just 5 days ago about how it was not even thought of to close schools. To close places with high work going. That we can’t let it stop us and all.

Last Wednesday, there were still clear announcement that there will be no stopping schools or work or anything. Last Friday, we were issued with a message announcing the massive closing of every schools and we were encouraged to stay at home.

Our uni, is, of course, not prepared for it. We got a few homeworks or class by mails with clear messages from our teachers telling us they’re not prepared and we will need to improvise - us students involved. Our exams, that were to happen in April, will be pushed back to May or June. For now.

On Saturday, they encouraged us to still go vote for the Mayor Elections on Sunday. Obviously, more than half of the population didn’t show up. But we were encouraged to do it still.

On Saturday, we were told to no longer go in groups in places. Something that is obvious of course, but a couple of days ago was not even issued. People stayed up late, disregarded the announcement. In the same breath we were told to not go out anywhere with many people, but to go out to do the election on Sunday still.

Mid Sunday, i get a mail from my uni residence saying that people living in those are encouraged to leave their room, whenever definitly or temporary to return to their family during the shut down of the schools.

I didn’t want to, considering my relationships with my family, but this was getting scary. We were still /encouraged/ but not obligated yet.

I had seen my mom on the Saturday for the doctor so we discussed the possibility, and while not obligated yet, i was a bit scared. I ended up askign my mom to come pick me up. I couldn’t move out *everything* obviously, but i took already 7 bags with me. My mom originally wanted to help me move out on Monday, but the announce scared me enough i wanted to get it done then immediatly.

Sunday evening, they announce they’re going to restrict moving around. Every shops would close. My mom works in administration soe she had to go work monday still.

Monday my mom’s employer basically tells her to take “holidays” so she doesn’t have to pay her, all while planning to pass all the mails and phonecalls to the agency to my mom’s phone. She’s sent home on Monday.

Monday evening we got the announcement from the gov that we were in complete lockdown. No longer allowed out without a permit. Only allowed to be out for reasons like grocery shopping, going to the pharmacy or doctor, or if you have jobs that are obligated for the good functionment of the country and crisis. (although they did issue you’re allowed to take your dog out but not for long)

We have to go on the gov’s website to ask for a permit. Like Italy i’ve heard.

We also have a curfew, no longer allowed out until a certain hour.

So now, today, Tuesday, the whole thing is in place. I’ve heard policemen in my street earlier today ask for people’s permit for being out.

And my uni residence just sent us a mail saying they no longer even tolerate people being inside the residence for the quarantine. We are obligated to move out ASAP, to a family member or such, or leave definitly. Today, while the gov has issued you can no longer be out without a permit you printed - while, also, we don’t have printers in our residences.

I feel glad i followed my gut feeling on Sunday to move out bc i have no idea how i could have asked help to move out today with those measures in place.

What i’m trying to get accross is how quickly those measures were taken in the past few days while it’s been a few weeks we’ve been many to worry enough to think dispositions should have been taken earlier. We’ve been thinking about it for weeks at the uni, but suddenly in less than 5 days we went from “we’re not changing a thing” to “quarantine yourself at your parents’s”.

Not to mention our President doing lots of lectures about how we’re At War, A Health War Sure, But At War And We Have To Consider It As Such. Obviously extremely reassuring to hear while you hear about the amount of death and sickness on TV.

Not like the sickness is any better either. I have a friend who’s a nurse in a part of France that is badly affected. Cases with young people starts to degenerate very quickly, even if they had no prior reasons for it to happen.

We discovered ibuprophen worsen the virus and it brought people who would have no prior situation into critical states to be taken care of.

/young people with no prior situations/, which i think is important to mention since so many people are brushing off the virus in a “it only affect the elderly or people with weak immune system”, as if this wasn’t reason enough to worry, as if we don’t all know multiple people like that around us, as if the 14days incubation period wasn’t terrifying, as if even if we get minor symptoms we don’t get to spread around a sickness that can be deadly for people with a weaker immune system. Well, if it’s so bad to understand the issue yet, i guess thus “young people with no prior situation get into critical situation” should be a wake up call. We don’t know that virus. It’s frightening.

People get recontaminated too. Which means we don’t get an immunity from healing. We can catch it again. Who knows how that may even go.

My friend, the nurse, says people keep stealing their equipment. They’re shortstaffed, short in materials, they can barely handle the crisis, not helped by the fact it’s been years that the gov keeps cutting health center’s ressources down. We’re not prepared for a pandemic that way.

Like... I read everyone talk about the panic buyer making it much more of a problem than it is. And while it’s true, it’s overshadowing that this is a Bad Situation, that we know nothing of that virus and it’s scary, and that the gov’s quarantine had been rushed into so much no one knows how to organize themselves around it.

For now it’s planned for 15 days. god knows how long it will take.

I, asthmatic currently sick with issues breathing, am stuck back with my mom who smokes all the time at home. Both quarantined. I feel lowkey cursed tbh. For years i tried to escape my family, dealing with all the issues that goes with it, and when i finally manage to do so, i get two lawsuits up my ass bc my dad is a douche and then my residence closes up bc of a massive sickness forcing me to go back to my mom’s.

I don’t know how to focus on my classes bc the organization is chaotic. I’m scared hearing the news. I have trouble breathing all day and while i know it’s nothing, i remain anxious. I don’t know how long i’m gonna stand my mom. Internet gets slower bc of the influx of people locked home to work.

i don’t care much for being quarantined itself, i can spend days in my home without problems. I don’t like being stuck with my mom and i just don’t like how we’ve been pushed into it in a complete lack of preparation for it.

I miss my home.

And it’s just France. Italy and Spain have been in those situations for a while too.

In a way that makes me even more angry that they didn’t take precaution before while the Italian gov had been warning us for weeks to be careful and take stuff into account before it’s too late. And we still waited, and we still rushed, and now we will blame everyone who is not understanding how thhe gov went from “it’s only a little flu don’t worry, keep going with your life just wash your hands” to “how irresponsable are you not to be in quarantine” in two days. You wonder then why people are panic buying, it’s not like the gov did any work to be crystal clear about the situation. You wonder people are being careless, a couple of days ago they were still told they had no reason to worry and to look down on those who panics.

EDIT: and lmao, i have been saying those stuff for weeks, for about two weeks i say it should have been taken into account, and my mom was pro-keeping-the-mayor-election-going (bc she wuld perhaps get a job out of it) and i told her then i thought it was a very bad idea to keep them going. My mom tried to convince me about how noooo, it was fiiine, we had to have those municipals anyway, “if people can go grocery shopping they can go vote” as our prime minister said, which i found horrifying (buying good is vital, electing a mayor can wait). And my mom kept insisting that it was important. And now, everyone says it was a bad idea to carry them on. Our own election house didn’t take any health precaution. Even my mom is saying “it was a bad idea.” Call me Cassandra bc i Keep Telling Them This Is Gonna Happen and no one ever listen to me and Too Bad. Ffs.

This is a mess of a situation. It’s making me extra anxious.

But well that’s how it is now I guess. Sighs.

#ichapersonal #that's super long btw if you open it #this situation is a mess it's. hhhhhhhhHH

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nomnomsik · 6 years ago

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OKAY BUT HERES THE CUTEST REQUEST IDEA EVER. What if OC and Jin rode the same bus route and see each other every day at the same time and they lowkey have a crush on one another but are too shy to say anything except wave and silently flirt, and then one day they meet outside of the bus and chaos ensues uwu

Bus Fuss

A/N: A bit of angst. But I felt it had to be realistic.

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Could people walk any slower? Apparently, they could. You huffed, the heavy bag on your back, weighing you down with every desperate step you took in the grueling heat. Your fast pace slowly ground to a halt as two innocent tourists gawked at the towering skyline above, their heads turning and mouths wooing, and their pace, so terribly and painfully slow.

Screw this.

You made a sharp turn to the left, quickly evading the oncoming traffic of other people as you jogged in front of the agonizingly slow walkers. The breathing from your mouth slowly increased as you continued your speedwalk past the busy city streets, the sun beating down on you, sweat pits slowly forming and staining your clothing.

When you neared the bus terminal, you avoided the sidewalks that were crowded and packed with tourists, preferring to walk on the edge of the street near the bicycle lane.

With the most difficult part of your commute out of the way, you climbed three sets of stairs, legs skipping every other step before walking up the escalator with a brisk pace.

You could not miss this bus.

When you turned the corner, a small curse escaped your lips as you gawked at the extremely long line from your gate. You slowly joined at the end of the line, hopefully, this was the right line, waiting for the gate to open and board the bus. With so many people crushed together, it was sometimes difficult to tell if you were in the right line or not.

As you waited for the arrival of the bus, you busied yourself on your phone, fingers tapping against the glass.

Finally time to rela-

“Excuse me…”

A small and shy whisper came from behind you as your eyes left your screen to only meet a handsome man, much taller than you had imagined.

“Is this line for gate 201?”

“Um… I think so?” You muttered, shyly turning away from him before giving an unsure smile. The gentleman only laughed, nodding as you turned around, your back to him.

“I think so too.”

A few minutes had only passed when you looked at the line. Your eyes widened as you realized it had looped around, reaching to the end of the hall, near the escalators.

“Holy shit.” You murmured, whipping out your phone to record this story worthy material on social media. The man piped up at your expression, a laugh eliciting from his mouth.

“Do you not come here often?” He smiled. “On Fridays, it’s always chaotic. People are just desperate to go home.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” The man confirmed, laughing as the line began to loop again, this time away from the escalators.

“I usually take the 4:40 bus,” You admitted softly. “I thought if I came early to catch the 4:10 bus, I would be at the front of the line… But-”

“That rarely happens on Fridays.” The man smiled sadly.

It made sense, but you hadn’t expected it to be that bad. Maybe you were lucky to be in your spot, even if you weren’t in the front of the line. But, did it have to be this hot in the bus terminal too?

Either you were sweating because of the heat or you were facing the heat of this one hell of an attractive man.

“I usually take the night bus, it’s still chaotic.” The man smiled sadly, brushing his fringe away from his eyes. “And my bus usually doesn’t have air conditioning in this terrible weather. I thought maybe I should change it up.”

“Whenever I take the bus, they blast the AC too high. I end up shivering.” You confessed, your eyes off your phone as you chatted with the kind stranger.

Whenever the AC was ramped up, it was always a terrible experience. Not only did you have to dress light for the blazing heat, but you also needed a sweater to protect yourself from the cold. It was ridiculous.

“That sounds great to me though~” The man smirked and yet, you found yourself smiling as well.

What a fun guy.

Before you could get another word out, the line began to shuffle, the door to the gate now open as people slowly moved ahead. You grabbed onto your ticket, waddling closer and closer to the door until you handed the crisp paper of the ticket to the driver. He quickly scanned it and let you pass.

The bus was already crowded, a large diversity of people filling the front of it with no seats to spare. You mumbled apologies as you accidentally bumped into the arms of the passengers.

When you neared the end of the aisle, you realized all the window seats were taken in the two-seaters. Desperate for a nice companion to sit next to, you plopped yourself next to a gentle-looking old woman.

In front of you, the stranger who you had a polite conversation with had taken a seat with someone else, laying his bag over his lap, getting himself comfortable for the hour-long ride from the city.

That was that.

You drifted to sleep as you slowly came to the end of the ride. That stranger was nothing more than a stranger. You wondered what kind of life he had, what his job was, and where he was off to. For a moment, you felt a melancholic feeling bubble up in your stomach.

Why did that make you so upset?

Maybe it was because you usually never got along with others. Maybe it was the fact that a few words that were exchanged were probably one of the best experiences you’ve had talking to another person.

You wanted to know about that man, befriend him, maybe even get a coffee if you were able to.

But when your eyes fluttered open to the pink and purple hues of the sunset, the sun slowly giving its goodbyes, the man stood up after a few stops, taking his bag with him and leaving the bus.

This was it. You would never meet this man again because he was off to live his own life, just like you were.

It was a fleeting moment, a brief point in time where you shared a surprising happy conversation with someone who you knew nothing about. If only you got his name, maybe you would have felt more closure, a fitting end to a tiny slot in your timeline, your life.

#seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #jin x reader #jin x you #bts jin #bts seokjin #kim seokjin #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff

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giapism · 6 years ago

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January Reading Updates

Since we’ve just reached the end of the first month of 2020, I thought I’d take some time to share with you all what I’ve been reading and also write a short review about each book (else I’ll completely forget what I read by the end of the year...) The books are listed in the order that I completed them in.

(*): Read in Vietnamese

1. American Gods - Neil Gaiman

Neil is perhaps my favorite storyteller ever, and he particularly excels in building strange yet captivating worlds that do a great job of making humans seem more human than ever, despite the fact nothing remotely conforming to the human-norm happens (except marriage problems--I suppose even gods and demi-gods are dumb motherfuckers when it comes to love.)

American Gods follows Shadow, a widower freshly released from jail as he tags alongside a suspiciously rich “Mr. Wednesday” (later revealed to be an undercover God), on a quest to convince the old, forgotten Gods of America to rise up and fight the new Gods (Technology, Media etc.) The book pulls up many characters from Irish, Norse, Hindu, Slavic, African and Egyptian folklore and so on, and offers a very refreshing take on religion in modern society. Although Gaiman didn’t dive deep into any specific culture, it’s a helpful start to continue learning about religion and folklore all over the world. There is a lot of information and I can only imagine how painstaking the research process must have been.

Genre-wise, I don’t think this book fits into any at all. There’s history, fantasy, horror, maybe some thriller too. The idea of a giant war with hundreds of Gods is very ambitious, so the book does get a little messy and all-over-the-place at times. I’d call it “jigsaw-puzzling”, though, you’re given lots of information that doesn’t seem to make sense, but gradually everything comes together at the end and I absolutely love getting to the end and exclaiming “OH! So THAT’S what it was about” I find that the suspense-building in this book very well-done, too. The only criticism I have is that the ending felt a bit... lacking. You had all this build up, this gigantic feud, but everything’s resolved so simply you almost feel cheated. Or maybe I just have something against how Armageddon-type stories (where 2 sides fight to death) keep ending. Other than that, considering how hard this topic is to write about, I’m flabbergasted at how well Neil pulled it off.

Overall rating: 8/10

2. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck - Mark Manson

Everyone was raving about it so I had to give it a go. For those of you who don’t know, this is a self-help book aiming to show you how to re-purpose your life, communicate effectively and live productively. Surprisingly, it only took me 2 afternoons to finish (I always find self-help books are easier to read than fiction, don’t know why). It’s written very informally and feels more like a humorous conversation with a loving but foul-mouthed friend, which makes it easy to digest whether you’re a 10th grader being peer-pressured to apply to US Colleges or a 53-year old electrician just realising you actually wanted to be a novelist. The only requirement for the the advice to be useful is that you kind of need to mess up a lot.

However, I found that there weren’t that many new things in the book. Mostly, it just reminded us of the things we already knew but consciously (or subconsciously) decide to shove under the carpet, OR put into words things we kind of already think, but don’t know how to explain. There is, no doubt, lots of helpful advice but like all self-help books, I find it too much to remember (unless you’re going to re-read it 20 times), and when I finished, out of the dozens of pieces of advice I only remembered one, “People who make changes aren’t flashy and don’t about what they’re going to do a lot. They just do it.” And from then on I shut up about my plans and just worked on them. Everyone’s going to have their own takeaways relevant to their lives, and I’d encourage you to read it just to see if you can find anything interesting. If out of 20 things, you remember 2-3 things that work for you, that’s still a win.

What I enjoyed the most was actually reading the stories/examples of real people at the beginning of each chapter before getting into the “lecture” part.

Overall rating: 6.9/10

3. Dracula - Bram Stoker

A classic in gothic horror. I actually started reading this last year and the first third of the book telling Jonathan’s fearful stays at Count Dracula’s castle had me hooked - it’s written in beautiful, elegant language which we hardly ever hear anymore, and does such a wonderful job conveying the characters’ fears, thoughts and emotions. But the moment Jonathan leaves the castle and the book switches to other characters’ stories, it just got so long and boring that I stopped reading for 3 months altogether and forgot which character was which because there were so many men. The “dull chapters” stretch on for at least a quarter of the book, and things only get interesting again when Dracula returns to the story and certain characters start turning into vampires. The rest of the story follows the “heroes” as they try to defeat the Count and bring peace to his victims, and although many parts are suspenseful and very clever, the ending is also so easily achieved that it’s a bit of a downer.

The whole book is written in diary entrees, journal entrees and letters of different characters (I’ve only read single-person diaries before) which was surprisingly pleasant in that you feel like you know the characters and by the end, you grow quite fond of them. It even inspired me to start keeping a diary again. It also made me start speaking like an old Englishman for the few days after completion, because I hadn’t really shaken off the language yet. Everyone seemed to be much more caring towards each other in those days, and through the letters I picked up some romantic phrases of which my favorite has been “And so, as you love me, and he loves me, and I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb, I send you simply his ‘love’ instead.” Lovely, isn’t it?

Overall rating: 7/10

4. Days at Morisaki Bookstore / Những Giấc Mơ Ở Hiệu Sách Morisaki - Satoshi Yagisawa*

I’m not sure of the popularity of this book, it seems quite lowkey but has a surprising amount of reviews on Good Reads and even has a film adaptation. I happened to find it on my bookshelf and finished it in one afternoon (it was only 150-ish pages.)

Genre-wise, I’d call it Slice of Life although I don’t know if books are even allowed to be called that, or just anime. There is generally no real plot, only character development as Takako (main character) gets dumped by her cheating boyfriend and moves into her uncle’s antique bookstore to re-charge, gradually finding herself learning to appreciate books and the people around her. It’s a very simple storyline, and there’s almost nothing very special about the main character, but maybe that’s what makes it a relaxing read - because in reality, most humans aren’t the special snowflakes and oddballs we think. Admittedly, I started off finding Takako very annoying, but as she grew through the story, I found myself empathizing with her. For me, the book is a reminder to take things slower in life, remember to recharge and learn to see the beauty in simple things around you. It had a happy ending, too. Good for lazy reads, you don’t really have to think much - just sit there with a nice cup of tea and go with the flow.

Overall rating: 7/10

5. The Oldest Parents With The Youngest Child / Những Tháng Năm Rực Rỡ - Ae-ran Kim*

I. Loved. This. Even now it’s left me with a tumble of emotions that I don’t even know how to describe, and I can say for sure that it’s made it to my list of favorite books of all time.

The story recounts the life of a 17-year-old boy with progeria (a disease that makes his body age 4x as fast as a regular person, meaning he has the body of an 80-year-old) and his parents, who had him when they were 17. It talks of the struggles of teen parents learning to cope with an unintended pregnancy, their financial and mental hardships raising a child whilst also battling his illness, and also of the main character’s steel-hard resilience and love for life despite his condition. It actually made me feel ashamed of myself for being perfectly healthy, but not being as curious and hungry to learn, and most of all, to have a perfectly functioning laptop and not be writing. Other than that, it also humanizes persons with disabilities, showing that they too can fall in love, get anxious when ghosted and want to sneakily drink alcohol despite being underaged - anything a typical 17 year old might do. After this book, for the first time in a long time I felt that every aspect of life was truly wonderful and that I was lucky to be here. I also made a list of 30 challenges to do these coming months, to understand and enjoy life more and will keep you updated on my progress.

Even though the book is written from the perspective of a boy with progeria, the author herself is a perfectly healthy woman in her 40s (who did a lot of research before writing, I’m sure). Yet somehow she’s able to tell the story so vividly, convincingly and emotionally that I feel like I’m in his body, living his life and feeling his disappointment and excitement. The tone is so natural, so nonchalant it just feels like a leaf smoothly riding the breeze down the the ground. Reading this book, I’m reminded again of how powerful a tool literature is in sharing ideas, bridging humans and building empathy. I’m in awe of not just the main character for pushing through his difficulties the way he did, but also of the author for writing something so powerful it changed the way I looked at life. It makes me want to write stories like this one day, too. I just don’t know what to say about this book other than I really loved it.

Overall rating: 9/10

And that’s it for this month! I’ve only just gotten back on track with reading and remembering how fun it is. Hopefully someone will find this helpful and maybe pick up one of these books. I’ll see you guys next month!

#book review #american gods #the subtle art of not giving a f*ck #dracula #my brilliant life #kim aeran #days at morisaki bookstore #reading list #eng #books

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occasionalfics · 6 years ago

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Sugar: Apology

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For: When I finished Sugar, some people said they wanted to see an apology from Loki and that’s been sitting with me for almost an entire year.

Pairing: Really it’s Thor x Reader but this is specifically platonic Loki x Reader

A/N: I know my writing’s been coming slow and might start coming even slower, but hey, this only took like an hour to write. Sorry if there are mistakes or typos, I didn’t really feel like editing.

ALSO GO READ SYD’S SUGAR EXTRA, OUR HOUSE, BECAUSE IT’S AMAZING AND I LOVE IT

Warnings: Uhhh this is kinda lowkey (lol) and not much to warn about.

Words: 1,259

The house is quiet.

Thor’s gone on a business trip for a few days, and Loki’s come and gone for over a month. The house is so quiet today that you’re sure you’re the only one around, so you don’t mind throwing on one of Thor’s long t-shirts and a pair of leggings and sitting in what’s essentially become your art room.

No, not essentially. It’s your art room. Thor’s made that pretty clear. When he’s here, he uses the boxy hall between the rooms on the second floor of the house as his in-home gym and office. Loki was able to officially turn the downstairs office into a comfortable bedroom for himself and Fenrir.

That left the former in-home gym, which faced the rest of the neighborhood and got the best, most consistent sunlight out of any room in the house, for you. Thor’d installed cabinet sets and mounted shelves for all of your equipment months ago. So, yeah, it’s your room.

You sigh and shake the thoughts from your mind as you lean in to stroke an outline along the face of your subject. You’re trying your hand at Cubism at the moment, just to see if you’re any good at it. It’s difficult, but you’re up for the challenge.

Especially since this piece was actually commissioned by one of Tony Stark’s…work associates. Tony’d been pretty clear they weren’t friends, but that the guy had a gallery and wanted to feature some local SoCal artists. This associate hadn’t asked for Cubism, just something unique and interesting.

You can think of only one artist more unique and interesting than Pablo Picasso himself, and that’s mostly because Steve Rogers is also your friend.

You sit back as you finish the outline, satisfied with the crisp stroke of the black paint. You almost dip your brush in for more when there’s a knock on the door behind you.

You know you’d left the door open, and you know Thor isn’t here, so you’re not entirely surprised when you find Loki standing behind you. In fact, you’re more surprised that Fenny isn’t with him. The more Loki’s been around, the less you’ve seen of the dog on his own.

“Hey,” you say politely, offering Loki a small smile.

The two of you haven’t spoken much since you moved in. Mostly that’s just because you’ve been busy - at some point, you’d quit your day job and started painting full time and between devoting yourself to art and Thor, you’ve been busy. And since Loki isn’t always around, there just haven’t been many opportunities for you two to sit down together.

Not that you necessarily see the two of you doing that anyway.

“Hi, uh,” he says, not nearly as smooth as he usually is. He’s not even looking at you - his eyes are focused on the window, you think. “Is now a good time? I can come back if you’re in the middle-”

“No, now’s fine,” you say, still smiling. “What’s up?”

He doesn’t say at first. He squints toward you, still focused behind you, and grips one elbow with the opposite hand. You put your paints and brush down entirely, then turn all the way around to face him correctly.

“Loki?” you ask.

“Perhaps it’s late for this,” he says, “and perhaps you barely remember.” His eyes do find yours then. There’s a weight, a sincerity to his words that takes you off guard.

You’re sure the only other time you’ve ever seen him quite so vulnerable was when Thor was in the hospital. When he’d almost lost his brother and only ally and you’d almost lost the love of your life.

So you stay quiet, let him decide when to go on.

“I-I just. Well. A while back, I fear I may have insulted you. Intentionally. And by now, I think we both know why I would choose to do that.”

You can almost hear the ring of a name on the air between you. Thor, like the sounding of a bell.

Yes, by now, you know well that Loki only said what he’d said when you’d first met him because he thought he was doing Thor a favor. But still, you want to hear him out now.

“I want to tell you that, though I knew what I was doing, my actions, my words were abhorrent and unacceptable. And I… I apologize for saying those things. For insinuating that, by looks alone, you were anything short of worthy of my brother. I should have known him better, and more than that, I shouldn’t have said such terrible things to a person I didn’t know at all.”

He laughs to himself because his words make too much sense.

You shake your head because this is the nicest Loki has ever been, and it seems so out of character that you’re ready to talk him out of the apology, as if you can possibly brush this off and put the past in the past.

Loki holds one hand up, effectively keeping you from doing as much. You don’t need Thor here to tell you that you deserve to hear this. That you’ve worried constantly since that first conversation with Loki that you’d never be quite good enough for Thor, and that this is Loki’s way of telling you that he was wrong.

You just need to believe it for yourself.

“I really should have apologized in the hospital. Or when Thor was in recovery, or once you’d officially moved in here - I mean, for Gods’ sake, you essentially gave me a room in your home when I’d done very little to earn it.”

“You’re his brother,” you say. It’s not an exception, and you both seem to agree on that. “You lived here before I did. You two rely on one another in ways I’ll never understand, and I knew I had to accept that early on or this never would’ve worked-”

“But that just proves my point, (Y/N).” He takes a single step into the room, slowly, gripping his hands behind his back. “You did all the work someone worthy would do. And you did it just because you felt it had to be done. And I just walked all over you for it. I insulted you for it.”

This time, you are the one to cut him off. You’d let him finish first, but then you shut your eyes and smile and breathe heavily all at once. You nod, too, just for extra measure.

“We both made terrible mistakes, Loki. And, yeah, your mistake helped fuel mine, but I think I forgave you a long time ago. When you let me see him first after the accident. When you put my relationship with him first, I knew you’d changed your mind about us.”

You stand and close most of the room between you. Just so that, when you catch his gaze again, you each can see how honest the other is really being.

“I do appreciate you coming to me about this,” you tell him. “It means...more than I can say. But I knew you’ve felt this way for a while. Or, perhaps, I’d just assumed.” You raise one eyebrow and shrug.

He laughs. Holds a hand out to you - a truce - and you shake it. And then you pull him into a hug for the first time ever, because you have no idea when the last time Loki had been hugged was.

At least for a little while, you want his last hug to be you.

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #platonic loki x reader #thor fic #sugar fic

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writekindofwrong-blog · 8 years ago

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Voice of an Angel - Keith x Reader

Anon Requested: Could you do an imagine for our one and only emo Keithy boy where his s/o (whom he's never heard sing before) is singing with Lance and they sound like REAL GOOD and Keith gets lowkey jealous and also all like 'wtf you can sing? Oml!'

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, space karaoke people...space karaoke! Sorry it took a while to get out requester, hopefully you enjoy it, thanks for the request. :D

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A surprise. That’s what Pidge had said, she had a surprise for everyone.

As Y/N followed Pidge down the corridor with the rest of the group, she began to wonder what on earth this surprise could be. Knowing Pidge it was either: a: something really awesome, b: some ridiculous prank or c: Some complicated machine that she had rigged up and that only Hunk would understand.

“So what do you reckon this surprise is, something good, something bad or something complicated?” Keith whispered in Y/N’s ear as he walked up beside her.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Keith had basically voiced her inner thoughts. This certainly wasn’t a new occurrence, she and Keith were often on the same wavelength, it was part of what made them a good couple.

Y/N tried to read Pidge’s facial expression, she was smirking, which told Y/N absolutely nothing about her plan.

“No idea, but I say we stay near the doorway just in case we need to escape” Y/N suggested and Keith smirked and nodded in response.

But as soon as they entered the room after Pidge, Y/N knew that this was Pidge’s most awesome surprise yet; Lance seemed to agree as he rushed forward, his eyes wide, with a huge grin on his face.

“Is that a... Karaoke machine?” Y/N asked as Lance was looking at the machine, practically bouncing on the spot.

“Yup, I managed to get one from the space mall last week, took a some tinkering but Hunk and I managed to get it to play songs from Earth” Pidge said, pushing her glasses up her nose with a smug grin.

Lance rounded on Hunk, with a shocked expression “Hunk! How could you not tell me about this buddy?”

Y/N was surprised too, Hunk had many strengths, but keeping secrets (especially from Lance), was not one of them.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you but Pidge really wanted it to be a surprise” Hunk said sadly, pouting slightly at Lance.

“Hmm, well I guess I can forgive you...If you come and do a duet with me”

“Oh yeah totally, what do you wanna sing?” Hunk asked.

Lance and Hunk browsed through the songs whilst the rest of the Paladins took seats on the sofa’s.

“I am so looking forward to hearing some of your traditional ballads” Allura said clapping her hands together enthusiastically.

“Well there’s some Altean songs on there too, so you and Coran can have a go too” Pidge offered, which made Allura and Coran equally excited.

“Hmm what about Toxic? Or maybe Sex on Fire?” Lance suggested as Keith sat next to Y/N and loudly asked if anyone had any ear plugs.

Lance scowled over at Keith before Hunk nudged him and pointed to a song on the list. “Yeah! That’s a good one, let’s do it!” Lance said enthusiastically before coughing and readying himself near the microphone.

As it turned out Hunk had chosen ‘Don’t Stop Believing’, it also turned out that neither Lance nor Hunk were as bad at singing as Keith had initially believed, and Lance was certainly...Enthusiastic.

When they were finished they received a loud round of applause and Lance took an exaggerated bow whilst Hunk rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.

Next up was Allura and Coran who chose an Altean song called “Blown straight to Wazblay”, it was much slower than the previous song and had a lot of lyrics that made no sense to Y/N, but Coran and Allura appeared to be enjoying themselves.

“Hey, you wanna go up with me next?” Lance asked quietly, nudging Y/N in the side, as the Altean pair appeared to be reaching the end of their song.

“Um, I dunno...I’m not that good at singing” Y/N whispered back

“Don’t worry, neither is Lance” Keith said with a smirk, not even looking in Lance’s direction. Before Lance could retort however, the room erupted into applause again as Allura and Coran finished their song.

“C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun, I’ll even let you pick the song if you want” Lance pleaded.

“Fine, fine, only because I know you won’t shut up about it otherwise” Y/N relented. In all honesty she loved to sing, she used to be in a choir when she was younger and she’d taken part in a couple of school musicals as the lead female, she’d had a great time too... But then her school work had gotten to be too much and she’d had to give it up.

She gave Keith a quick kiss on the cheek and he told her to break a leg as she headed to the microphone with Lance. She managed to find a good song fairly quickly, she showed Lance and he beamed “See, I knew you were the perfect choice Y/N”.

Keith watched as Y/N settled in front of the mic and the music started and as soon as Lance sang the first line, Keith nearly groaned.

“Summer lovin’, had me a blast”

But when Y/N sang the next line the groan caught in his throat and he had to cough in surprise, because...Wow.

“Summer lovin’, happened so fast”

Y/N was a really good singer. Lance wasn’t terrible, as much as Keith liked to tease him, but Y/N? She was on a whole different level. Even Lance seemed surprised and almost forgot to sing the next line.

Looking around Keith could see that everyone else was equally impressed, but that was soon forgotten when it came time for the “tell me more, tell me more” parts of the song, which everyone (other than Keith, who was way too focused on Y/N) joined in with, even Coran and Allura quickly got the hang of it.

It wasn’t just her voice that made it impossible for Keith to take his eyes off of his girlfriend, it was how she lit up as she sang. She clearly really loved it and was giving it her all, even shimmying and swaying in time with the beat.

And all of this made Keith’s gut curl in jealousy, because he should be the one up there with you, making you feel like that, certainly not Lance and certainly not when they were singing a romantic duet together.

His jealousy quickly melted into embarrassment though when Y/N sang the line “Then we made our true love vow” whilst looking directly at him and shooting him a quick wink, which caused a couple of the group wolf whistle and Keith to turn pink.

The embarrassment faded away back to awe though when Y/N sang that final line.

“But oh-oh those su-ummer nights!” Because Keith realised, Y/N, as good as she had been before, had been holding back and Keith was now pretty damn sure Y/N’s singing voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Even Lance was so shocked he couldn’t join in, he just stared at Y/N with an shocked expression.

When Y/N had finished she looked around in confusion at the stunned silence that descended upon the group, it only lasted a moment however, before the whole room began cheering, clapping and whistling in appreciation for Y/N’s performance. She looked over at Lance who could only reply with “Hey don’t look at me, that was all you”.

Y/N quickly scurried back to her seat next to Keith with pink cheeks and smiled sheepishly at Keith.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that?” Keith queried after a moment.

“It never came up” Y/N shrugged “Besides I’m not that good”

“No seriously, you were amazing up there, you light up the whole room when you sing you know that?”

“You’re just saying that”

“No I’m really not, don’t believe me? You know as well as I do that when Lance is willing to give you all of the credit for something he helped with, you must have done an amazing job” Keith finished with a smile, Y/N had to laugh at that because he had a point.

Keith opened his mouth to say something else. “Hold that thought Keith, this is gonna be good” Y/N said, pointing to Pidge, who was dragging a reluctant Shiro to sing with her.

“Now this is more like it” Keith said and wound his arm around Y/N’s shoulders as Pidge and Shiro started to sing ‘We Will Rock You’ and the whole room (Keith included) began to stomp and clap in time with the beat and sing along with the chorus.

#keith x reader #keith imagine #voltron x reader #voltron imagine #keith scenario #my writing

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I Always Think I’m Okay (Until Midnight Comes Around)

If only he hadn’t left you there--left you with a feeling that was excruciatingly, inexplicably wrong.

Featuring: barista!Namjoon, You

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

Written by: Admin V

It was as if it was taunting you.

On, off. On, off.

Like it was secretly laughing at you.

Click on, click off. Click on, click off.

Click on—

“Argh!”

You slammed your phone down. Stupid screen. Stupid cell phone.

“What is it now?”

Virginia lazily flipped the page of her book, eyes not even so much as glancing upwards to look at you. She had her head rested in her palm, engrossed in whatever new novel that had caught her fancy.

“He won’t—”

You sneaked a look at your phone screen, still lit. Nope. Frustrated, you shut it off and tossed it onto the bed next to Virginia.

“He won’t text me back!”

A pause.

“...And?”

“And I just don’t get it! We were completely fine over the weekend, and he would usually text me back after his shift at the coffee shop but—”

“...But?”

You slumped in your chair, lips a little pouty, heart more than a little stifled.

“But it’s been total radio silence since Sunday.”

And, you failed to mention, it was only Tuesday, and you were already beginning to fall off the precipice of “crazy” into the abyss of “going insane”.

Virginia flipped to a new page in her book. “Maybe he’s just studying for exams.”

“Maybe… but even if he was studying, he would text me whenever he was taking a break.”

“Maybe he’s not taking any breaks. Maybe he’s become a total studying robot like the rest of our school.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly. “That makes me feel just so much better.”

You got up to draw the curtains, evening falling over the city. You could already feel the grit in your muscles of the all-nighter you and Virginia were about to take. Art kids, finishing up the very last project of the school year.

It was a time where you needed to be as relaxed as possible, to be able to settle your mind into a comfortable headspace for art.

Instead, you would be fidgety, checking your phone every five minutes for a stupid text from a stupid boy in the stupid middle of the stupid night.

You took a deep breath. That might have been one too many “stupid”s.

You sat down next to Virginia, and she flipped her book shut, sitting up. Running a hand across your shoulders, she rubbed your arm comfortingly.

“Don’t be so upset, girlie. You know how Namjoon is. Sometimes he just needs to space to think.”

“And he couldn’t have bothered to tell me that? Gosh, even a small ‘I’m okay. I just want some time alone’ would suffice. And you know…”

You ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head, desperately willing all the bad thoughts away.

The next words you spoke were soft.

“You know my anxiety isn’t helping.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Virginia quickly soothed, taking you by the shoulders to face her. She was serious, a perfect balance of domineering and comforting, authoritative enough to knock some sense into you without derailing you completely. Sometimes you could barely even believe that she was younger than you.

There were moments that you felt childish, immature. Like a petty five year-old, clingy and irrational. It was a feeling, in the presence of most people, that you hated.

But Virginia never made you feel like that—Virginia was patient and Virginia was kind, and though she could be a total savage at times, she could also be the sweetest angel on the planet when she wanted to be.

“I’m sure that it’s nothing to be worried about,” she reasoned with you, taking your hands in hers. “Just give him some time. You can still go to the coffee shop to study—it’s not like his presence is stopping you, right? You’re still a customer, after all.”

You nodded, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Trying to push away all the horrid, negative thoughts that refused to leave your mind. Did I do something? Does he not like me anymore? What’s going on? Did something happen?

“Look at me,” Virginia’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Let’s just focus on our artwork, okay? Try to put it out of your mind for a while.”

She was right. You just needed to stop trapping yourself in with these horrid thoughts. Your mind was your greatest enemy right now.

“Yeah,” you said weakly. “Okay.”

“Namjoon, this isn’t right.”

Seokjin tutted, hands working at the register. He shook his head disapprovingly as he punched in orders from a sheet of paper, more than unhappy with one of the coffee shop’s baristas.

Namjoon wiped off the counter with a rag. Cleaning up—albeit, a bit slower than he usually was.

Late evening called for a mellow atmosphere in the quaint coffee shop. Whatever customers that were still here—whether it be the usual elderly couple of young university students studying—there was a sense of wrapping up. Packing things away. Calling it a night.

Namjoon ran a hand down his face, wiping the sweat from his nose.

“It’s just—”

“It’s just what?”

A new voice popped up from behind Namjoon, and the boy didn’t have to even turn around to know it was—

“Lily,” Seokjin patronized. “You know it’s not easy for Namjoon to talk about feelings.”

The young girl, feisty and bright with shocking pink hair, pouted at her older step-brother. “But think about that poor girl! Do you think it’s easy for her, either?”

“You don’t think I know that?” Namjoon snapped back, a bit louder than intended. Several customers turned around and even glanced his way.

Namjoon flushed deeply.

He took a deep breath, kept his head down.

All he could think about was you. The first time he saw you in the coffee shop, typing away at your laptop. The first time the two of you talked. The first date, the first time you held hands, the time when you pecked him on the cheek—

“Namjoon.”

The barista immediately responded. Shit, his heart was beating so fast just thinking about you. It was almost ridiculous in a way—neither of you two had even confessed yet, but it was more than obvious, almost painfully so, that you both had an intense mutual attraction.

That is, until Namjoon just cut off communication altogether.

Even now, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure why he had done it in the first place. Perhaps it was because he was about to graduate college. Perhaps it was because he would finally be starting his truly first, full time “adult world job”. Perhaps it was a multitude of things. But all Namjoon knew was that whenever he even so much as thought of you—beautiful you, a year younger, still learning and discovering and troughing your way through college—

There was an intense pang of something he just simply couldn’t describe.

Guilt? Remorse? And yet at the same time, there was this longing, that even though every rational part of him screamed at Namjoon to get himself together and to cut things off, there was a tiny piece that wanted to fuck it all and make you his.

“Yeah, Seokjin? What’s up?” Namjoon turned to face his friend, his boss. Keeping cool, calm—all that worry, tucked right underneath the surface.

“What exactly is going on?” Seokjin asked. And Namjoon knew, this wasn’t some sort of two dimensional, shallow question. What Seokjin was really asking—that’s what Namjoon was afraid of the most.

What do you feel right now?

Namjoon wish he knew.

He could hear Lily in the background, tongue tutting away.

“I don’t care if it’s hard for him,” she lawled, not even the slightest bit fazed from Namjoon’s outburst earlier. “You know she has severe anxiety, right? She’s probably been lowkey hyperventilating the very second that Namjoon decided to go silent.”

And that’s the one thought that Namjoon just could not, absolutely could not, accept. The fact that he hurt somebody that he cared for so much—that despite being one of the few people whose presence did not give you anxiety, he had messed up and been one to hurt you instead.

It was probably already too late, wasn’t it?

“It’s not too late!” Lily exclaimed, ever hopeful. “You just need to be honest, Namjoon. Talk.”

Namjoon swore to god that he had some sort of death grip on the rag in his hands. How? How could he? Every time that he so much as opened his mouth, everything that was racing through his mind seemed to just pile into a whole lot of nothing. No sound came out. And what was he supposed to do? Lily made it sound so easy, so simple.

He wished that it was.

“Oh, shit.”

Lily’s eyes widened to the size of the pies that they baked in the back. She stared right past Namjoon’s shoulder, out towards where the rest of the customers and front door were. Namjoon just shook his head, focusing on cleaning and trying to avoid talking about the subject any more. She was always getting dramatic over one thing and another all the time, anyways.

“Namjoon,” she whisper-screamed. “Namjoon!”

“Not gonna faze me this time, Lily,” he responded flatly.

But then somebody snatched the rag out of his hand.

“Seokjin, what the hell—”

Namjoon looked up at his friend, more than a little ticked off, until he saw Seokjin’s eyes frantically shift to the register.

And there you were.

Soft smile playing over your lips. Dressed gently—big t-shirt, relaxed pants. Your art portfolio at your side.

“Hey,” Namjoon managed.

“Hi,” you responded. There was a sense of longing in your voice. Namjoon could hear it, and he could also hear the wistfulness as you stood there. “I’ll just have a caramel macchiato. No whipped cream, please.”

“It doesn’t come with any.”

Deadpan.

Namjoon cursed himself. It was a habit line, it was something that always automatically came out of his mouth. Words that were prepared at the tip of his tongue whenever customers clarified something that was unnecessary in the first place.

Something seemed to lodge in your throat. A sort of sharp slap to the face.

“O-Okay,” you said.

So this was how it was going to be now, huh?

And Namjoon, he instantly felt awful, but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself. It was almost like he wanted to hurt you on purpose, try to show you that he wasn’t worth it, try to crush any hope that you had in you for him. He was a bad person. He wasn’t good enough for you; didn’t deserve you.

Yet when he saw the slight gloss in your eyes, his heart wrenched.

“That’ll be seven dollars and twenty cents.”

You silently pulled out the money, slowly counting dimes and pennies. Prolonging your torture. Why, you had no idea. You didn’t even know why you had come here in the first place. Something. Something had made you come and even though you felt instant regret, at the same time, you also couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

“Thanks.”

Namjoon watched as you took a seat by the window—your seat. The seat that you always sat in, the seat that he had—

He had first seen you in.

The memories were dragging him in, a reminder of the past that Namjoon would hands down, always relive again. But he couldn’t afford to get moapy about the whole situation. He had to be a good barista, treat you the way he would treat any other customer.

“Hey Namjoon,” Seokjin said. There was a tinge of a slyness to his voice, and Namjoon wasn’t quite exactly sure why.

“Yeah?” Namjoon forced himself to look away from you, ripping his eyes from your figure to face Seokjin.

His best friend wasn’t facing him. He casually took off his apron and gave it to Lily, who went to go hang theirs up in the back room.

“We’re gonna head out, okay? My stepmom just called—something’s up at the house.”

“Oh—oh, um, alright. Do you want me to close up or—”

“No need!”

Namjoon turned to see Lily at the front door already, keys dangling in her fingers. In a flash, Seokjin was next to her as well. They were both wearing crazy grins, and all of a sudden, Namjoon understood what exactly was happening.

Before Namjoon could even escape from behind the bar, Lily and Seokjin—the sneaky step-sibiling pair—had breezed out the cafe, waved goodbye at him, and locked the doors shut.

And there were no other customers in the shop.

Just him—

—and you.

You were about two seconds from breaking down the cafe doors to go and set Lily’s hair on fire.

“What the fuck, Lily?!”

You were locked up in the bathroom, fuming. You were loud. Loud. And you didn’t care, didn’t give a single damn whatever he heard from outside.

You knew it. When Virginia tsked at you as she dropped you off in front of the coffee shop, you knew that this was a bad idea. She should have just duct taped you to your desk and forced you to finish your art project at home. And yet, here you were—you begged and pleaded and It’ll be the only way I really get things done! and finally, she had relented, and you wished that she hadn’t.

Oh, how you wished that she hadn’t.

Now here you were, stuck with him. The one that you didn’t want to have anything to do with, yet couldn’t stop thinking about all day, every day.

The one that you hated with all your guts, but had the utmost pure affection for.

The one that went dead silent on you, and all you wanted to do was scream at him.

You heard Lily on the other side of the line, casual with an edge of nervous. She knew that you weren’t kidding when you started pulling out the threats.

“Listen, it’ll be fine! You guys need to talk things out, don’t you?”

“No, we don’t! He’s the one that wants to play ‘silent guy,’ remember? He thinks that the minute he shuts his mouth, everything is a-okay!”

“Oh, come on! Just give him a chance!”

You fumed.

“Give him a chance? How many damn chances do you think that I’ve given him already? Huh? Do you think it’s easy for me—I’ve had anxiety this whole entire week, goddamnit! Lily! I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. When I wake up, I feel nothing but completely and utterly exhausted. And I’m the one that has to give him a chance? Can’t you see how fucked up that is?”

She was quiet on the line.

For about two minutes, but when she spoke, her voice was different.

“Baby, I know it’s not easy for you. Trust me, I’ve pestered him all week. I’ve reminded him about your anxiety constantly—”

“So that’s how much he doesn’t care, huh?”

You wished your voice didn’t crack.

Stupid, stupid.

“No, honey. Don’t say that. But you need to talk this out—it’s ruining you.”

“It’s obviously not ruining him,” you muttered.

“Please, girl. If not for him, for you. I can’t stand to see you treating yourself like this. It’s not worth it, baby. It’s not.”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“I know.”

When you swung open the bathroom door, Namjoon’s heart ached.

You looked awful. Terrible, in fact—anxiety had really taken it’s toll on you, hadn’t it? Eye bags hanging heavy, skin looking sallow, heart beating faintly.

And yet, he couldn’t help but think that you looked nothing but absolutely beautiful.

“Hey.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me?”

“I didn’t—” Namjoon grappled for something to say, some sort of sustenance that could somehow support him.

He didn’t need to say anything—you simply brushed him off with a hand and returned to your seat.

“I don’t care,” you threw over your shoulder. “Whether or not I’m locked in here for the whole night—my art comes first. Before eating, before sleeping, and most definitely before you.”

Fearless. Shameless. Totally and completely confident.

You just wished that it wasn’t all fake.

It was a mask, a hard shell that you put up over your true self because like hell you were going to let him know that you had spent the past week practically sobbing because of him.

Though he probably already knew, considering how loud you had been shouting at Lily.

It might have seemed stupid to other people—why you cared about him. Why you cared so much for somebody that seemed so undeserving, for somebody that you had only really gotten close to in the past month or so. You knew that it was ridiculous. The whole entire week you had chided yourself and told yourself not to worry, it was nothing, but sometimes you truly just couldn’t control your anxiety.

It was just your mind. It ate away at you. When there was nothing to be concerned about, you still found yourself finding loopholes, imagining and creating things and honest to God, you didn’t know how to control yourself. If you did, you would have stopped caring about Namjoon a long time ago.

Too bad the more he refused to speak to you, the more out of control your thoughts became.

Namjoon.

Namjoon’s handsome smile.

Namjoon’s warm demeanor.

Namjoon this, Namjoon that.

Fuck off, Namjoon.

I like you, Namjoon.

And unbeknownst to you, Namjoon was having a crisis of his own.

What could he do except for watch you? He stood behind the bar, just standing there, more than impressed with how you so easily managed to ignore him. You took your seat, put in your earbuds—no doubt listening to some heavy-beat screamer song to drown out his presence—picked up your pencil, and continued on drawing.

Namjoon didn’t know what to do.

He turned around, back facing you, slipping out his cell phone.

Namjoon: Seokjin, what the fuck

The response was immediate.

Seokjin: Are you not talking to her yet? What is wrong with you you idiot

Namjoon almost scoffed aloud.

Namjoon: Wrong with me? She’s the one that just blew me off!

Seokjin: you are literally the most unromantic person that i have ever met

Seokjin: you need to talk to her

Seokjin: show her that you care

Seokjin: obviously she’s mad at you bc you’ve been an ass to her this whole week

Perhaps the pressure of Namjoon’s fingers on his phone screen was a little bit more intense than usual, yes.

Namjoon: So all of a sudden I’m an ass because I want some space? Because I need time to think?

There was a pause before Seokjin responded.

Seokjin: You could have told her.

Namjoon: And what was I supposed to say? “Oh, sorry but I’m not gonna be talking to you for the rest of the week because I need to think about whether or not I actually want to date you or let you go?”

Namjoon: Yeah, that would have gone real well.

Namjoon watched the three dots, bubbling over and over again. Then all of a sudden, they disappeared.

There was only one last sentence from Seokjin.

Seokjin: be mature, namjoon

Mature?

Namjoon turned off his phone and pocketed it. Damn Seokjin. Was he not acting mature? He was the one that was actually taking the time to think about all of this! He was logical, rational! He was mature!

Wasn’t he?

You didn’t look up when a mug of caramel macchiato was set down in front of you.

Was it tempting? Of course. You wanted nothing than to look at him, stare at those gorgeous eyes and let yourself just drown.

Instead, you merely checked back to your photo reference and made sure that the section you were working on was looking alright.

“Here’s your caramel macchiato.”

He wasn’t leaving.

Hadn’t you told him already? You didn’t want to talk with him. You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t even want to so much as see his face—

With a sigh, you set down your pencil.

You knew you were being irrational. You also knew that you had every right to be. He had ignored you, he had gone completely silent when all you wanted was to be nice to him, and in your mind you could hear Virginia seething: He doesn’t deserve you.

But to you, it wasn’t about who deserved what.

It was about treating all people with kindness, regardless of what they had done to you in the past.

So reluctantly, with your heart pounding you were surprised you weren’t jumping every second, you pulled out your earbuds. Set them on the table.

“...Can I sit?” Namjoon asked quietly.

You nodded.

You busied yourself with taking a sip of your drink. Don’t stare. Don’t be weird. Take a deep breath and be mature and just, talk.

Like any other two adults would.

“How has work been?” you asked. Small talk. Easy chitchat, nothing else.

Namjoon placed his arms onto the table, hands lacing together. Still, maintaining a distance from your artwork. He didn’t want to mess it up, after all.

“It’s been hectic,” he replied.

“You…” You glanced down at your art. Looked back up at him.

Even when you wanted to slap him, he still managed to look so handsome.

“You taking care of yourself?”

The question was one of many, but it represented the way that you saw everything. It was always you, even from the very beginning, before the two of you really even knew each other—you were the one who sent the little check up texts, the “make sure you eat well!”s and the “remember to go to bed early, you have an exam tomorrow!”s. No matter where you went or what you did, a part of you constantly was thinking of him. Watching over him. Protecting him—

Caring about him.

Yet you wondered if he truly did the same for you.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Good.

You—

You were awful.

But at least he was happy, and that’s all that mattered to you, at the end of the day.

Because you were disgusting and you were sick, you knew—you knew that you valued his happiness over yours. No matter what, he was the first priority. He came first. So long as it was to make him happy, a sincerely fucked-up part of your brain knew that you would do it.

“I’m glad,” you said.

There was so much silence and not enough talking. You wanted him to fill up the space, goddamnit. You wanted him to finally do something, for once. Not you. Not making you constantly have to be the bigger one between the two of you.

“Listen,” he started, and you felt yourself physically flinch. Keep calm. No tears. Steady breaths.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush, alright? I’m sorry. I know about your anxiety and I know that I was the cause of it for the whole entire past week, and I can’t even begin to imagine what that was like for you.”

You stayed quiet.

“And I want this, I really do. I think you’re such a sweet girl, and yes, of course we could make it work, but—”

“But you have a life to get started with and you don’t want some stupid girl to be tying you down, is that right?”

You wished you didn’t feel like cutting your tongue off after you said those words.

“Please,” Namjoon said softly, “don’t say it like that.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

You were trying so, so hard not to cry. Stare at your art. Don’t look at him, don’t look at him. Look out the window, onto the evening street. The sun was going down—now, now, look at that. Wasn’t that sunset beautiful?

Distracting thoughts. To think of anything except for the fact that Namjoon was calling it quits.

Could you even say “calling it quits”? Was it “calling it quits” before anything had even really began in the first place?

“You’re graduating in a couple of days, and you’re getting a new job. You’re going to explore the world, while I’m left here. And even though we could make it work—” your voice grew louder, “—you don’t even want to try!”

And that was when the first tears began to fall.

You fell back against your seat, not caring that you were pouring saltwater tears onto your art piece, not caring that you were openly crying in front of Namjoon. You cared about him so much. And what for? For him to throw you around and play “silent guy” on you, and now, to just give up, not knowing what he was throwing away?

“You don’t even want to try,” you whimpered.

“Of course I want to try,” Namjoon insisted. “It’s just… It’s not logical.”

Your eyelids fluttered shut.

“Oh, god.”

He did not just say that.

“And what if we do try?” he said. “What if we try, and I get attached, and I want to keep dating you even though I know that it’s wrong? I have responsibilities, and I—”

“Would you please stop talking?”

You knew he was right. You knew that it wasn’t logical. The timing—it was off. Wasn’t right. He was about to graduate and start a new job, you were headed into your last year of university. The two of you would never have time for each other. He would constantly be pre-occupied with work; you would constantly be studying for school. Even if the two of you did somehow manage to find some sort of balance, there were no guarantees that it would last long, anyway.

Kim Namjoon. This was how he was.

Logical.

Thought-out.

He was pie charts and analytics and statistics, and you were—

You were paint-splattered canvases, and you were running out in the middle of the night on a whim, and you were that race of adrenaline that only hits you at two AM, when you suddenly find this crazy energy to go and out and do something absolutely insane.

And Namjoon didn’t want that.

“But I still want you,” he protested.

Weak.

“I don’t want you to just disappear from my life. I don’t want you to just—to just ignore me, I want us to be friends. I want us to stay in touch.”

Weak.

“Namjoon, I don’t know if I can—”

“Please?”

Weak.

In your mind, you cursed yourself. You cared about him too much. You shouldn’t give in. He had fucked you over, and he had no right to be asking for your friendship when you in no way whatsoever wanted to give it to him.

But alas.

At the end of the day, all you wanted was for him to be happy.

And if him being happy consisted of the two of you staying friends—

You hated yourself, but you would do it.

You would be friends.

Torturing yourself every single second along the way.

“Okay.”

Short. Clipped.

Absolute agony.

“For you, for you, Namjoon. I will. I’ll be friends. Okay? So you can go and continue on with your life and make peace with the fact that you have ruined me.”

“Please, don’t be like this—”

You stood up harshly, chair legs screeching across the floor.

With a quick motion, you grabbed your phone and headed for the restroom.

Choked words suffocating on tears.

“Hey, Lily? Could you please come let me out of here?”

3 weeks later

“Here.”

Namjoon looked up from the drink that he was making.

It was you.

“Namjoon,” you said again, this time with a little chuckle, “here! Happy graduation.”

He could only watch as you neatly deposited a present on the bar. Blue bag, tissue paper coming out the top.

“Y-You didn’t,” Namjoon stammered, the drink in his hand completely forgotten. “You didn’t get me a gift.”

“You bet I did,” you said. Was that a hint of pride he heard? You smiled brightly, dress swishing about as you shifted from side to side. “I hope you like it.”

Namjoon blinked.

“Thank you,” he breathed. He tried to ignore the way that his heart was beating a million miles a minute. Eyes darting left and right. Had Seokjin seen? Or even worse, Lily? Why did it feel like his face was flaring up?

Probably because it was.

But you couldn’t know that. You couldn’t know the way that his palms were sweating, the way that his mind was racing, going completely blank at the sight of you.

Jesus, you looked gorgeous. Easy white shift dress, bits of lace accentuating the neckline. There was this glow about you, and Namjoon swore it wasn’t from the afternoon sun beaming outside.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off, heading over to your seat, drink in hand.

Behind him, Namjoon could hear Lily clicking her tongue.

“Looks like ‘friends’ is working out real well for you, big boy.”

Namjoon resisted the urge to dump the drink he was making over Lily’s hair. Ever since that night when she locked the two of you into the cafe, she had been giving Namjoon beef non-stop about his rejection.

“That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go,” she insisted. “It was supposed to be a happy ending, you dumbass.”

Namjoon had protested.

“I’m just trying to prevent this from becoming an even bigger mess than it already is.”

To which Lily had just snapped her gum loudly at him, crossed her arms, and turned away with a hmph.

“Fine, Namjoon. You’ll regret it, but suit yourself.”

Namjoon just wished that she wasn’t so right.

Did he regret everything? Not exactly. He didn’t regret meeting you. He didn’t regret the date, the little shy looks here and there.

As you sat down back in your usual seat, Namjoon couldn’t help but give a soft sigh.

Radiant, that’s what you were.

“Okay, so how much do you really make?”

It probably wasn’t the snappiest first date question, but Namjoon was bursting. He had to know.

You shyly worked around your burrito bowl, guacamole and lettuce mixing atop your beans and rice. There was this smile playing upon your lips, as if you somewhat enjoyed having him so desperate to know your secrets. To know things about you.

“Come on,” Namjoon chided. He was gonna weasel it out of you, one way or another. Be it begging or charming—this was key. He had to know.

“I make maybe around, mmm… a couple thousand a month? Depends on how often my appointments are, how long, what for. It varies.”

“Just for makeup, right?”

“Yeah. Just for makeup appointments. You’d be surprised how much I can make just from one bridal party.”

And Namjoon’s eyes fell shut.

This was insane. You were a year younger than him, balanced being a makeup artist, as well as a full-time college student, and you were pocketing money left and right.

And here Namjoon was, slaving away at the coffee shop, and he made less than half of what you did.

“It’s different when you charge sixty-five dollars an appointment,” you soothed Namjoon. His throat clogged up when you took his hand, rubbing his knuckles the way that a mother would comfort their child.

“I need to ask Seokjin for a raise,” Namjoon muttered.

You laughed at that, covering your mouth with a hand.

“Oh, don’t say that,” you said. “Seokjin works hard.”

“I work hard, too,” Namjoon huffed. “How do you expect me to spoil you when you’re the one that’s making more than me?”

He froze.

Fuck fuck fuuuuck, he thought.

But whereas he assumed you would freak out, you did nothing of the sort. Without missing a beat, you took his hand in yours. Pecked him on the knuckles, right where you had been massaging over them a second before. For a first date, you were surprisingly suave. No stuttering, no nothing. You were cool and composed and Namjoon was absolutely enraptured by your confidence.

“This kind of thing,” you said, gesturing to the Chipotle on the table, “you let me handle it, okay? It’s easy for me. You—you save up for something else. Whatever you want. New car, 401k. Whatever. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy, Namjoon.”

“And how can I be either of those things if I’m not taking care of you?” he responded easily. “You gotta share the wealth, girl.”

You stared at him. He had no idea what you were thinking—all he could was simply stare at your gorgeous eyes and try not to blabber out of nervousness.

The back of his hand tingled from where you had kissed it earlier.

“We’re saying some pretty serious stuff for a first date, aren’t we?” you joked.

Just like that—the mood lightened.

But Namjoon wasn’t done quite just yet.

“Maybe it’s because I am serious.”

He watched you carefully. The way that you had to fight to hide the smile that was growing across your face, the way that the grip that you had on his hand tightened just the tiniest bit.

For a split second, he didn’t see this uber strong, confident girl. The girl that opens doors for guys and pays for the first date and Fuck you, I’m a girl. I can do it myself.

For a split second, he just saw you.

Simple.

“Okay,” you said softly. Your eyes were dodging him, but Namjoon knew that you were secretly delighted. You had to be. There was no other explanation for it.

And as he reached up, brushed the hair off your face and curled it behind your ear, you smiled.

“I’m serious, too.”

It was around midnight when Namjoon finally got to open your present.

He had finally settled in for the night. Apartment dimly lit, only a few choice lamps still on.

Your present in hand.

The blue bag had been pricking at his mind for hours on end. Back at the cafe, Namjoon had to watch you sit at your usual table, typing away at your computer, all the while wondering what exactly was inside the little blue gift bag that you had left for him.

Every rustle of the tissue paper, every glance at the packaging.

It had tormented him and bugged him and now, now finally he was able to sit down and open his goddamn present.

Even as he sat down at his desk, Namjoon could barely believe that this was real. When you had placed it at the bar, when he had looked up to see you—Namjoon had thought for a split second that he was dreaming. It had only been a few weeks since he had seen you, and yet it wasn’t until you were right there in front of him did Namjoon realize just how much that he had missed you.

How much that he had wanted to just run out from behind the bar and wrap you up in his arms.

No, Namjoon thought. He had to be rational. He chose not to date you for a reason—in just a few months, he would be off at his new office job. He couldn’t spend this summer worrying about something like a relationship.

This was just a platonic gift.

This was just friends.

That’s what Namjoon had wanted, wasn’t it?

But as Namjoon pulled away the tissue paper, opened up the bag, pulled out the gift.

Heart thumping.

Eyes widening.

Breath quickening.

Oh goodness, oh good God—

If “friends” was what Namjoon had wanted in the first place—

Now, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

You had been in your usual seat when he had first seen you.

An assortment of pens and markers strewn about you, it was obvious that you were an artist. Notebook spread in front of you, Namjoon watched you for hours with a certain fascination that he had never experienced before. For hours, you sat there simply decorating this notebook. Nimble fingers switching between different colored markers, capping them and then taking up a black pen yet again.

As his shift dragged on through the afternoon, Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that you were doing.

You had a jacket on, headphones in. Legs crossed, a foot dangling from your high stool. With the window next to you, Namjoon had to admit that you looked absolutely ethereal.

And then, you looked up.

Your eyes met his, and he instantly glanced away.

“Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath, hurriedly trying to busy himself with making drinks. He wasn’t staring, he wasn’t doing anything that he wasn’t supposed to be doing. He could already feel it, any minute now Seokjin or Lily was going to roast him for not having his head screwed on straight.

When he thought the coast was clear, he took a deep breath—

Glanced back up.

You were still looking back.

The first time there had been this air of pure curiousity. As if you were thinking to yourself, Is he really staring at me?

But now, it was gone, replaced with something more along the lines of, Oh, yeah. He’s definitely staring at me.

As if it were a challenge.

You rested your head in your hand, fingertips lightly dancing around your cheek. A small smirk played along your lips, a rosy hue, and Namjoon could feel his facing growing the same shade as well.

“Looks like Joonie’s got his eye on a girl,” Lily sing-songed as she passed behind him.

Seokjin snorted. He rinsed off a few cups and began drying them. Afternoon was slowly dragging into evening, and the customers were lulling in number.

“Do you really think that he’s gonna do anything about it though?”

“Eh. Depends. I mean, I know her.”

Namjoon perked up.

“You do?”

“Oh, now he’s paying attention,” Seokjin laughed.

“What about it, Joonie? You want me to put in a good word for you?”

Lily set down her drink and placed a hand on her hip.

Something about her stance told Namjoon that he wasn’t gonna get off easy.

“I go over there, say a little something, and you owe me one.”

Eyebrow raise.

“‘Say a little something’? Define ‘something’.”

Arms crossed.

“A good something.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“You’re a good worker, you’re smart, and that you’re efficient.”

“Change efficient to something else.”

Seokjin just watched the exchange before him—his best friend and his little stepsister bargaining over a potential conversation. What in the world? But at this point, he shouldn’t have been surprised. The two could be quite a pair when they wanted to be.

“Fine,” Lily huffed. “Efficient becomes ‘funny’. How about that?”

“Good worker, smart, funny. Alright, girl. You got yourself a deal. I owe you one.”

They shook on it.

And Seokjin—Seokjin just shook his head, a silly grin spreading across his face.

“Alright so in about a minute or two, there’s gonna be a guy coming over here.”

You looked up from your work to see Lily at your table.

“Lily! Oh my god, do you work here?”

Lily laughed, sliding an arm across your shoulders. She grinned at you, her button nose crinkling up. She was always such a character. A year younger than you, she was constantly a firecracker in class—never afraid to say what she wanted to, never afraid to do what others were afraid of doing. Totally fearless, completely badass, through and through.

And yet she had the appearance of a doll: long hair dyed a pale pastel pink, huge brown eyes, lips tinted a cherry red.

She pecked you on the forehead.

“Yup. My mother runs this cafe, actually.”

“For real?” Your eyes widened.

“For real.” Lily tapped you on the nose. “That’s not what I’m here to talk to you about though.”

You glanced around the cafe. The customers were dwindling a bit, sun fully setting upon the cafe. Everything was bathed in an aura, the glow of the golden hour.

“Then what is it, Lily?”

She took a moment before speaking, looking at you dead straight in the eyes. She took your hands in hers. As if she were beginning a monologue, she started, “There is a guy that works here, and somehow just by sitting here, you have managed to catch his fancy. I have come here to tell you three attributes of said guy: he’s a good worker, he’s smart, and he’s funny. Alright. That’s it.”

As she spoke, you couldn’t help but feel a little stutter in your heartbeat. You had caught his fancy?

Without a response for Lily, you glanced behind her—

There he was.

Tall and handsome and standing right in the middle of the setting sun’s rays, he looked positively gorgeous. Like warm sand, like fluffy blankets in the middle of a cold night.

And he was looking right back at you, too. The cutest half-smile returned.

“Oh, o-okay,” you managed to respond.

“Alright, cool,” Lily patted you on the back. “Don’t get too crazy with Namjoon, yeah?”

And as quick as she had come, she was gone.

It was until later that Namjoon realized what you had been doing the whole time in the cafe.

Bullet journaling.

Namjoon remembered the way that he had just watched you work, fascinated. You truly were an artist, capable of creating things that he himself couldn’t even dream up of. Philosophy and arithmetic could only take him so far, after all. So much of you, he was in complete wonder of. He couldn’t understand how it all just came so easy to you: how to sketch out the anatomy of an animal, which colors to pick to work well with one another, how to make the most perfect curlicued cursive letters.

And now, as Namjoon pulled out your gift—

He could already feel the tears pricking at his eyes.

“So, what are you doing?”

“Bullet journaling.”

The cover of the moleskine, the pages that ran underneath his fingers.

And inside, completely covered.

It was decorated to perfection. Numbers, dates, months, all finished off with your adorable doodles, commentary with your little notes that you had written in.

“Merry Christmas in advance, just in case we aren’t talking by then lmao”

“Remember to stay warm, yeah?”

“Hope you have a wonderful birthday <3”

He didn’t deserve it.

And Namjoon knew.

He knew he didn’t deserve you. Hundreds of pages—all of them, a year’s worth of bullet journal setups, you had painstakingly taken the time to fill in each and every one of them. His eyes could barely process your gorgeous cursive, every month decorated out, the days of the week, all written in as if it had been printed.

He could imagine you sitting at your desk, all sorts of different pens and markers strewn around you. He could imagine the way your tongue would peep out of the corner of your mouth, the way your forehead would crinkle in concentration. A gift so filled with kind and care, for a friend. Only a “friend,” even when it could be something more. But no—no, if you had to torture yourself to be friends with him, you would do it. And you would be the best friend that he would ever have, silently shoving your feelings away for his happiness. And it was fucked up, and a part of it was horribly wrong, but Namjoon knew it was none other, absolutely you.

He could feel himself tearing up, eyes glossing over, and all of a sudden there was nothing more that wanted to do than to kiss you.

Beg for your forgiveness and ask you, plead for you to take him back.

Because he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve it, after he had put you through the pain of having to be “friends only”, to see each other all of the time and yet not be able to look, to have to be in the same room as one another and yet, not even look, not even touch.

And he took it all back.

Fingers running over the words, the little note you had left for him on the last page. It was completely platonic, no words even suggesting more than friendship, but Namjoon—

Namjoon knew better.

This whole thing was laced with inside jokes and memories and little touches of you, as if you drawn a piece of yourself into this book to give only to him.

Him only.

And Namjoon was crying now, he really was, and as he shakily took his phone and pulled up your number—

He couldn’t stop himself.

He wanted you.

He wanted you, but as the dial tone rang and rang and rang—

Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps, maybe he was already too late.

fun fact: bullet journal part is 110% real! now, if only the ending was too.

i’m sorry if this story seems written super weirdly or nothing really makes sense, i wrote most of it whilst delirious with tears so i can’t really account for it’s readability haha. i just, needed to get this off my chest.

on the upside, you all now get a sneak peak of my art haha! hopefully you all somewhat enjoyed. :’)

xoxo Admin V

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SHINee World V - Hong Kong Experience!

So hello everyone owo I went to Shinee's World V, Hong Kong stop's concert!! (This is a Kpop post, I know but I will be back for vkei in the future! So please stay tuned!!) :D I bought the tickets really late orz and so before I start, I would like to apologize because I don't really know SHINee that well (I know them but I wasn’t a Shawol or anything) and I went because my mom likes Taemin (and SHINee) a lot XDD (beware of this long ass post haha (it’s 2000+ words orz)

So we arrived at the venue at around 2pm? The merchandise opens at noon but I had this lesson that ends at noon so... We had lunch before we went to the venue (and the place is super far lol, but it's super close to the airport). Me and my mom took the airport express line from Kowloon (Elements?) to Asia World Expo and it was actually pretty quick (~20mins?). But the fare was super expensive OTL (though you get a discount if you show them your concert ticket).

There were A LOT of people lining up for the merch when I got there, but I wanted to get the light stick so badly (because I don't have one? XD) so I just lined up (like whatever haha). The line was super long, the merch was outside but the lines looped into the area where the standing went and waited. Around 30mins in the line I met people from my school lmao XD (so awkward bc we're actually not close?).

There were these people who approached us and asked us when we were in the line about whether we wanted light sticks or not (because they had "a bunch"). It was super fishy so I didn't get any, there were many cases in Kpop concerts where people sold fake light sticks :/// The official ones sold at 80HKD each but those people sold it at 60HKD each :////

After approximately two hours and fifteen minutes, I finally managed to get the merchandise :D Around halfway through the line, the staff gave us this sheet to write down what we wanted. In the end, I spent around 500HKD lmAO. I told myself I would only get the light stick and that was it, but you know what? I ended up getting an Onew fan, Onew key chain and these postcards (rip my money haha but it was so worth it). The Onew key chain is super duper cute!! owo (and yes my favourite member is Onew ouo)

It was around 4pm when we finished getting our merch, so me and my mom decided to go into this (kinda bad) cafe / restaurant place to sit down and eat something. I didn't eat anything because I literally just ate lunch three hours ago X"D Around 4:15, people were starting to line up. There are two places where you can go into the venue, one is on the ground floor, (for people in standing (who already got in) and people from the seating (block 5-13 (aka every block)) in the first rows. (A-M)). I was in block 10 row L so I had to get in on the ground floor.

Around 5:00 we went to line up and get ready to get in. The security was super strict and there were these Japanese girls in front of me who got cut off because they found a camera (but the girl said she went to disneyland and that's why she bought it). They took super long T___T until they finally managed to check my god damn bag. I bought a small-ish backpack but they literally took out everything T______T I understand that they didn't want any cameras inside the venue and stuff, but... uhhh really???

Me and my mom managed to get in, and we walked up the stairs (finally) and found our seats!! :))) On our seats, there was a pack, which included an balloon, a fan (double sided with a member's face) and this banner in Korean //orz what does it mean haha//. I got Key's fan so it's okay /but ugly sobbing because I didn't get Onew T_T/.

It was supposed to start at 6pm but they were super late (because Taemin had this earpiece problem so he kept apologizing during the introduction / first MC T___T (like CHILD ITS OK (let me give you a hug lmao). When the fans sat down, it felt super unreal, and it all felt like a dream. When the lights dimmed and we started screaming and chanting, "SHINEE! SHINEE! SHINEE!" They played a video (to our disappointment haha).

After that Shinee cAME OUT :DD They started with the song Sherlock and it's super good XD But I didn't warm up yet so I was kinda stiff and I didn't scream and all. (For some reason, I felt super awkward). But I was waving my light stick, just enjoying Shinee performing :))

The next song was Married To The Music and I was starting to get more hyped :) I lowkey sang along XDD I think they came out in suits or something (i forgot orz). Then the next song was Juliet (and the chorus is so catchy?!?!) After these three songs, it was MC timeeee! ^^ they started talking about how they haven't been to Hong Kong for a long time (around four years??) so they were really happy to be back. Key mentioned about how HK food was really good or something haha.

(Starting from this part, the order of the songs are going to be all messed up). They changed clothes somewhere after the MC or something like that (they changed way too often!!). I got more warmed up as Reply came up :DD Everyone sang along to it (and dude it's so good hahaha). You know how people would scream when a member's part comes up? That was me when Onew's part came up XD But it felt like I was the only Onew fan in my section because when Onew sings there were nearly NO ONE screaming T__T (It felt lowkey awkward because I would only be hearing my screams hahaha).

Then midway they changed into casual and I swear, Key looks SO GOOD in real life. During Lucifer, I was so hyped hahahaha. Key took off his white jacket because it was "too stiff and too hard to dance in it", and also he was like, "I look better without it". OMG XDD And guess what was underneath his jacket? A grey sleeveless shirt. SLEEVELESS. HE LOOKED SO GOOOD OMG. XD In the middle of the setlist /forgot which song orz/ he made the hand heart and it got onto the mini screen on the side. I got /shot/ in the heart owo.

THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE CONCERT FOR ME HAHA. OKAY. During some song, Minho winked and gave this smooch towards the crowd OMG. AND IT WAS LIKE WINK THEN AIR KISS. /DIES/ WHEN HE DID THAT, I LITERALLY SPAZZED OUT ON MY SEAT HAHAHA, I WAS LIKE 'WHAT IS LIFE?' (He is so extra?!?! X"D)

In the middle of the setlist, (ESPECIALLY DURING Everybody), I got super duper hyped and screamed like crazy whenever it was Onew's part X"D (and also when their choreography was super cool). LIKE WHO CARES, I'M HERE TO HAVE FUN BITCHES XD During Everybody, these Japanese girls (again XD ikr, they have a lot of Japanese fans haha), also got super hyped XDDD Even though we weren't supposed to film, no one honestly gives a shit? (including me lmao). I filmed for around 30s in total XD (just to document the hype and it's the only thing I can hold onto after the concert T_T (other than the merch)).

They also performed Why So Serious, 1 of 1, So Amazing, View (that was aWESOME), Ring ding dong (the crowd was so high XD (including me hahaha)), Prism, Feel Good (CLIMAX OF THE CRAZINESS HAHA), Shift (don't really remember anything XD (except the fact they performed this song). The atmosphere was so awesome!! :))

In around the first quarter? Two members changed first, then the others went. Key, Minho and Taemin stayed first X"D Minho or Key was like, "I'm wondering if any of the members off stage are eating right now (referring to Onew and Jonghyun)" XD Then Onew and Jonghyun came back, wearing silk material / soft / shiny fabric clothes :DD it was so cool haha. (I think they also performed Dream Girl but I don't remember what happened T_T).

(I'm listening to SHINee's songs while typing this up so ahahahahaha) They sang a lot of the slower songs during that silk material clothing part XD (whatever you call it haha). Onew and Jonghyun also sang a duet-- Please Don't Go. This song was so touching and T_T //feels// Onew's voice was so sweet <333 /melts/ (Jonghyun's voice is also good <33) Hopefully Jonghyun's not sick or anything because he struggled a lot with hitting the high notes T___T especially during the duet and Replay QAQ

During Feel Good, oh my... oh my... The lyrics in the chorus, "I can make you feel good" X"D Everyone sang along in that part and I was kind of hesitant but I GAVE UP. So I also sang along and that was sooooo fun. This was one of the songs I like hahahaha. Though I wished they performed Tell Me What To Do because Jonghyun's voice in that song is GREAT.

There were a lot of Key and Taemin fans hahaha. Whenever it would be Key or Taemin's part, girls in my section would be screaming ahahah (like me in Onew's part X"D). And Onew's smile just melts my heart ouo Taemin also did a solo performance, he performed Sayonara Hitori (in Korean). His costume was so cool (there were these ribbons(?) that are sewn onto his sleeves, so whenever he spreads his arms it would look kind of like wings :D There were also these long stripes of red fabric hanging from the ceiling. There were also smoke(?) in the floor to make it even more dreamy <33 When my mom heard that song, she shook my arm excitedly and said, "This is my favourite song from Taemin!!" /lmao/ It was super cool and I enjoyed every single second of it /and I lowkey sang along because it's so good hahaha/

Skipping to Aside!! It was actually when we were supposed to blow up the balloons (which had led lights inside of them). I struggled a lot (because honestly I've never successfully blown a balloon before... until now XD) but the crowd looked super good because of the flashy balloons :DD Even Jonghyun was thankful for what the fans had prepared :DD (because he mentioned it in the ending speech).

Skip skip skip, time for chanting the encore! The fans actually started singing happy birthday (in Korean) to Shinee (as it's nearly their 9th anniversary!) ^_^ Every time we want to start over again (by singing happy birthday), we would all laugh as we don't know when we should start singing again haahaha (if it makes any sense XD). They came out in the moving carts (LIKE FINALLY?!) and the crew played So Amazing in the background. I really wanted to get one of their signed balls (that sounds wrong LMFAO /i'm sorry/) but I didn't manage to get one T_T because Onew and Jonghyun actually tried throwing some to my section but they didn't manage to throw it pass the crew (bc the crew was sandwiched between my section + the moving carts) OTL

/HIGHLIGHT NUMBER 2/ Since Minho was the only one on his cart, he actually stopped in front of my section (directly in front of me) and did the hand heart (like the one you make the heart with your arms + head??) towards my section XD I cried ahaha, and you know what? Before I knew it, MY HANDS AUTOMATICALLY DID AN ARM/HAND HEART BACK TO HIM. HE WAS SMILING SO BRIGHTLY OH MY GOSH. (No one in front of me did a heart back so it's actually possible he might have seen me in the corner of his eyes /dies from happiness/ /but it's okay if he didn't actually see me because giving a heart towards my section is already good enough <333/)

They did the ending speech and they reminded us to support Key's new drama <33 Shinee also told us that they will be back soon (isn't that what all the overseas idols say lmao). And it ended! I was so sad T___T they played a video (or some MV /i forgot/) and in the end the screen said "Thank you and love you" XD It was really touching but my mom had to ruin the moment and said, "Yeah, more like thank you and love your money" LMAO.

It was such a great experience and I have definitely fell in love with Shinee :D (who wouldn't if they attended Shinee's concert haha). It was so different from Visual Kei's lives and I might be doing a comparison in the future so please stay in touch with me! <3

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