jupiterswlrd

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warnings: this is my first fic, heavily mature!, mentions of stripping, drug use, alcohol use yadda yadda yadda.

summary: It’s Jude’s 21st birthday and he couldn’t be any more happier, he’s on vacation in the black city of sin. His american friends wanted him to get a taste of what atlanta girls were like. as soon he walks in he’s in euphoria.

Jude was nervous, though he tried not to show it. American club culture was a mystery to him, and Atlanta’s scene? Completely uncharted territory. It wasn’t his usual crowd, no where near it, but it was his twenty-first birthday, and he felt like he owed himself a change of pace. The UK clubs he knew had grown stale, he needed something new. he figured why not disappear into a space where no one would notice him.

“Gang, I’m telling you, this is gonna blow your mind,” his friend said, grinning as they headed to his favorite spot. Jude laughed quietly, turning the name over in his head: ‘Magic City’ The words conjured an image of some surreal palace, complete with wizard-themed strippers and glowing wands.

But as the car turned onto the street and the neon lights spilled across his face, he realized he’d imagined entirely wrong. Magic, indeed—but not the kind he was prepared for.

They pulled up to a small, run-down spot—a real hole in the wall. The parking lot reeked of dark liquor, weed, tobacco, and shame. This was way out of Jude’s element. He’d seen some shady pubs back home, but this? This was a whole different ball game. “What is this, man?” Jude asked, laughing nervously as his eyes darted around, head on a swivel. His friend just grinned, leaning against the car like he’d seen this a hundred times. “Nigga This? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, that’s what it is.”

Before Jude could say anything, his friend slapped a fat wad of cash in his hand—bills crumpled and messy, ranging from ones to hundreds. “Now quit tweaking’ and come on,” his friend said with a wide grin. “Enjoy your 21st, nigga!”

Jude was having the absolute time of his life, he felt completely detached from his body. He was off of several rounds of shots and numerous puffs of weed, alcohol and weed hitting much differently in the US than at home. his hand was soon grabbed by a dancer, her skin glowing in the multi colored lights. “you’re beautiful” he mumbled, his eyes red and low. his friend was heard cackling in the distance, “have fun!” he shouted waving the two off.

Jude was on cloud nine, completely lost in the moment. He felt like he wasn’t even in his own body anymore. The shots kept coming, the weed too, and it hit different here in the US—stronger, sharper, like everything was amplified. His senses were spinning, the music vibrating through his bones. Then, a dancer reached out, her skin glowing under the kaleidoscope of lights. Without thinking, he mumbled, “You’re beautiful,” his voice slurring, eyes half-lidded and heavy.

His friend’s laughter echoed from a distance, barely audible over the chaos. “Have fun!” he called out, waving them off with a wild grin. the girl was beautiful, her gold bikini reflected and highlighted her brown complexion. she was completely intoxicating to say the least, making Jude feel like he was even farther out his body. “Thank you, honey,” she said with a soft country drawl. Jude couldn’t help but smile; there was something about it that made her even more captivating.

She took his hand and led him into a room. The lights were bathed in red, and a disco ball spun above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls, making everything feel surreal. Jude felt the pulse of the music deep in his chest, the atmosphere thick with heat and energy. The room seemed to spin with him, the lights blurring together as he followed her, captivated by her every move.

She moved with grace, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it only made everything feel more intense. Jude could barely focus on anything else, lost in the rhythm of the moment, not sure where he ended and the dream began.

“Damn,” he mumbled, cupping her ass, his gaze fixed on her as if he was studying something he couldn’t quite believe was real. She was perfect in his eyes, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe he had her—at least for now.

Music filled the air, a steady rhythm setting the scene as she began her routine, grinding against him with a slow, teasing motion, drawing him in with every movement. Jude fought to keep his hands to himself, but couldn’t help slipping a few hundreds into the waistband of her thong, silently showing his appreciation for the moment.

“What’s your name, love?” he mumbled, trying to keep his composure, though it was harder with each passing second “Euphoria,” she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with seduction. She traced the top of his ear with her tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. “You like when I dance for you, baby?” she teased, settling onto his lap, her body pressing against him. Jude could barely think, his mind clouded as he nodded, his face flushed with heat. “You could be a model, fuck the strip club,” he muttered, his hands instinctively moving to her sides, groping at her waist. Her breathing slowed, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as the intensity between them grew.

“Why do you even work here?” Jude asked, his hand lightly grazing her butt as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Gotta get through school somehow,” she snickered, glancing up at him. “I know you don’t really care though.”

Jude immediately furrowed his brows, shaking his head. “Nah, that’s not me. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met, I have to care.” Euphoria laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. “Wow, you English men really are charming, huh?” It was clear that Euphoria found him attractive too, the men who typically came through were the usual Atlanta crowd. She hated her job, but if she had to do it, at least she could enjoy a bit of variety. And Jude? He was all the variety she needed. Handsome, kind, and foreign—he stood out in a way no one else did.

She welcomed the nervousness in his voice, the way he seemed a little unsure. It felt like talking to a friend, like they could connect in a way she didn’t often experience, even in the midst of her nearly naked state. Everything felt natural with him, easy, like they’d known each other far longer than they had.

“you’re sweet” she said blushing and getting up “but your dance is up sweetheart”

“that felt way too short, i need to see you again— and in the daylight”

“baby none of your american friends told you about my kind? its bad luck to wife a stripper”

“you’re more than a stripper, you’re euphoria”

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ADONAI

ꜱɪɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ɢᴏᴅ; ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀɴ "ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏ"

I∀NOᗡ∀

his mocha brown skin melting into mine, the scent of expensive cologne intoxicating me taking every bit of free will i had left and giving it all to him. i was apart of him, souls bonded by sin and discord only together for the sheer reason of rebellion. jesus christ temptation was a bitch.

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i woke up, darkness filling up my vision and my glasses nowhere in sight. i flipped on the light disappointment filling my body when i realized there would be no light coming on. "forgot to pay the bill AGAIN" i mumbled in exhaustion. my dad had to be the most physically present deadbeat in existence.

i was tired of getting dressed in the dark, praying that a little sunlight peeked through the windows of my room so i could at least see the color of the pants i was gonna wear. it was my first day of school and i refused to be embarrassed. it's not like we were broke my father just couldn't be bothered. my phone rang, the irritating default iPhone alarm letting me know it was time to wake up. '10 minutes late as per usual' i kissed my teeth and threw on my robe.

i went to the bathroom, confused about how i was supposed to do my makeup. "he just had to do this today huh?" i sighed slamming my hands on the counter. the lights "magically" turning on. "how convenient" i shoved the toothbrush in my mouth already overthinking about how the day was finna go. as i was getting ready for the day i turned on my favorite radio show, it was a little ghetto but they always were so open-minded and funny. you can't beat that.

"welcome back to the green! live from greenwood park, chicago illinois we coming to you live!!"

i did a silent "woop woop" in my head, i hated living in greenwood but if anybody else asked you would have thought the mayor of greenwood was my mother herself. you see, earlier this summer i made the wise decision to move from one shitty parent to another, packing up my "hood rat" ways and moving to the suburbs. which was filled to the brim with affluent black people who had been in jack and jill since birth and dined with people like the obamas just for funsies.

i was the black sheep of my neighborhood, which wasn't a surprise. i stick out like a sore thumb everywhere i go. even though these were "my people", i wasn't like them. sure i speak "proper" when i want to, but i think i'm just too on edge for them. my crazy piercings and crazy colored hair automatically make me stand out. i wasn't one of those "too white for the black kids, too black for the white kids" bitches though. i just accepted the fact that i ain't fit in and moved on, no need to make a whole college essay about it.

i threw on my lashes and left out the house, anticipating a long and awkward bus ride. many people seeing "friends" they somehow forgot about during the summer. 'superficial.' i thought to myself. crazy how some friendships are sheerly circumstantial. I got out my airpods and put them in; drowning out the birds who decided that if they were up everybody had to be up too. i took a deep breath in, it was a rainy morning and the smell was familiar. the air smelled so much clearer without the toxins of a nearby city. maybe i could get used to this.

4 hours later

"nay-aw-meh?" my prayer teacher called out to me making me roll my eyes. "it's said how it's spelled. naomi...it's literally in the bible" i mumbled that last part taking a seat in the back. going to a christen college prep school, had to be the worst idea my father had. 'it'll look soooo good on a college application.' his voice rang in my head making me mentally scoff. yes, it was the first day but school was never my thing anyway. normality, uniformity, and sticking to the basics was never something i was interested in.

a boy with pink-colored dreads walked in, he had glasses on and a uniform of course. he was finer than wine. the only red flag he had was carrying a trapper keeper. "they let you keep that eyebrow piercing in?" the boy spoke up making me jump a bit waking me up out of my thoughts. "um yeah? am i not supposed to have them?" i asked cursing myself for deciding to get 20 new piercings before school started. "oh i mean, they just prudes. i was surprised they white asses ain't giving you a hard time. you know?" i hummed in response, now overthinking every decision i've made up until now. "my name nehmiah" he held out his hand for me to shake. oddly traditional. most boys my age would have me dap them up. "naomi" i shook it smiling.

"you know after the first week, imma start skipping this class" he leaned back in his chair, pulling his hood up and sighing. "why?" i asked ignoring the teacher explaining the syllabus. "everything about this is bullshit, plus i'm like...an atheist." i nodded slowly.

"don't tell me you're one of those overly christian girls, don't tell me i gotta cut this friendship short"

FRIENDSHIP??

"oh no. im one of those third eye crystal 333 bitches" i joked watching him snicker, he had such a pretty smile. "we should skip together, there's a fye ass raising canes down the street" he gave me his phone to put my number in. i snapped a quick pic making sure i looked good as hell, putting my number in.

i gave him back his phone also handing him mine to put his in. "do i gotta call you mimi? i feel like everybody call you that" i rolled my eyes at him. "just call me nayo then" he gave me back my phone, i stared at the picture smiling a bit to my self.

"them carti ass emojis" i said hoping he'd get the joke. "me and bro just alike" he pointed to his hair and i just blinked.

"i mean it's not red—"

"you get the point."

the bell rang and i waved bye to nehmiah, sort of excited to text him as soon as i got home. he was cute and had a surface level personality. i had a kindergarten style crush on this boy, there was no denying it.

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guys i won’t even lie; i don’t keep up with kpop anymore y’all gonna still be my friend if i post my other stories?

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Yooo!! Your writing is soo good

thank you my love i really do try

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Have a good day 🌸

the way in which throughout my hiatus you all have been so sweet.

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Spectacular- mark lee

mark never intended on getting bit by a spider on his was home in the subway, he also never intended on saving you from falling in front of the moving train car either. it was all just some sort of sick coincidence. mark had never believed in super powers, yeah what he saw on TV and comics book was cool but it was never realistic. ‘someone just can’t magically change over night’ he thought to himself all the time.

that was, until it happened to him. after his little run in with you he went home and took a nap, shook up a bit on how well his grip on your jacket was, almost like his hands were stuck to you. ‘crazy...’ he chuckled drifting off to sleep. when he woke up his found his upper part of he bunk covered in spider webs.

“ew” he said quietly trying not to wake his roommate haechan up. ‘maybe if hyuck would be a cleaner we wouldn’t have this issue’ mark struggled to sit up something making him stick to his bed. he flopped all around his bed, webs confining his arms to the bed. he finally broke one and somehow tripped off of his bunk. he prepared for his body to hit the ground but something caught him. a string of webs wrapped around his ankle and attached the top bunk. he was confused, but he was mostly relieved. “mark?....” haechan opened his eyes wondering why he saw his roommate dangling from what seemed to be the ceiling. with that the web snapped causing mark to fall on his head.

“dude...” haechan observed mark like he was some foreign species. “did you do that?” he pointed to the the webs covering marks bunk. “n-no!?!?” mark looked at the younger boy like he was out of his mind “do i look like a spider to you?” haechan stared at him for a long minute. “...there’s a fucking web growing out of your wrist right now....”

“HUH?” mark flung his hand somewhere, flinching in a way. haechan grunted loudly his head banging aganist the wall. his body was taped to the wall with one big web. “MARK” he yelled in amazement and extreme pain and discomfort. “I promise i didn’t do that....” mark didn’t know what to do with his hands, he stuck them in the pockets of his shorts fearing himself and what he’d do. haechan eventually broke free, examining the web pattern closely. He had a thing for spiders.

“this is completely unique...your webs have a little M in them. we should take to these y/n, you know shes a science freak” mark completely shut down at the thought of you seeing him shoot webs out of hands. what if you thought he was some kind of freak? “THATS NOT AN OPTIO-“ then you walked into their dorm room, unannounced and unwarranted. “i heard my name from outside the hallway, why are you all so l—“ you were confused to see that mark was no where to be found. “uhhh?? i thought i heard marks voice”

“you di—“ haechan did a double take “oh haha, yeah we were on the phone he’s in the bathroom— he got stuck in the toilet”

haechan shoved you out the room nervously. “yeah so y/n, we’ll see you in class okay?” once you were successfully pushed out the room, mark was sitting with his legs crossed his head in his hands. ��bro what the fuck was that?” haechan slammed the door and locked it. “what was what?”

“i don’t know your little disappearing ac— YOU CAN TURN INVISIBLE”

“haechan are you on drugs? you have to be on drugs only people with POWERS can do that and that’s not possible be—“

haechan clamped a hand over marks mouth.

“dude you’ve done the impossible for like 2 hours now, you have powers” the younger boy slid on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. “where are you going?” mark asked laying back down. “you mean where are WE going” he threw marks slides at his head.

“we’re gonna go see what you can do.”

mark and haechan went out to a abandoned parking lot. haechan was good at making something out of nothing figuratively and quite literally. “okay mark pick up that big ass tire over there” mark walked over to it, absentmindedly picking it up “this one?”

haechan pulled a clipboard out his backpack “okay superstrength...check”

after many trials and errors. mark and donghyuck found out that he was very agile, very fast, and very sticky. mark couldn’t go 3 seconds with out sticking to something.

as mark and haechan were walking back to the dorms, mark heard something his ears turned up as he looked around. “do you hear that?” mark pulled his hoodie up and walked a bit faster. “no what do you hear? is everything oka—“ mark took off running in the opposite direction past the parking lot, leaving his backpack and a confused Lee Donghyuck behind him.

mark turned the corner the feeling that was rushing through his body, it was more than adrenaline it was like an itch that so desperately needed to be scratched. he had to find out what that noise was. he found himself in the subway again. the same place his was now 24 hours ago. his head was now spinning the same place he was bitten now stinging more than ever.

his balance was off and his body felt weak. mark blinked harshly, the itch slowly fading away. but everything was fading away he slipped into darkness, passing out on the grimy new york subway floor.

“mark” a familiar voice called out to him. “yes y/n?” he responded, a swirl of neon colors surrounded him, his skin was no longer slightly tan it was neon red with some swirls of blue. he was still in the subway but it was empty. dead silent his own thoughts, and spiders the only things in the station. you were in the form a beautiful pink tarantula crawling all over marks body.

“you know what you have to do right?”

“what do i have to do?”

“save new york” you brushed against his cheek lovingly “save our friends, save me, and most of all” you had somehow reappeared in front of him crawling down from her own line of webs. “save yourself.”

“how do i do that?”

“22nd street my love”

mark heard that laugh he always loved to hear, then a sharp pain in his arm again.

“FUCK” he yelled when he woke up, surprised to see that it wasn’t the “pink tarantula” that hit him, but an IV going into the underside of his wrist.

“calm down mr.lee it’s okay, you had quite a scare there” a nurse rubbed his forehead “anything i can get you? some water? some juice you had a pretty bad panic attack there”

mark sighed

‘how am i supposed to save new york with anxiety?’

☀︎☂︎☀︎☂︎

“hyuck” mark said as they walked home from the hospital. “yeah?” he responded taking one of his headphones out his ear. “have you ever been to 22nd street?” haechan shrugged “yeah i’ve been by there, it’s nothing but some apartments...why?”

“i think we have to go there”

that piqued haechan interest, not in a good way though. “you’re not tired i mean...i know you have super stamina but you just had such a bad anxiety attack you passed out” he blinked “i don’t see how you’re not exhausted, fuck— even IM exhausted” mark shrugged and walked in the other direction in hopes to catch a bus, “you coming?”

“so am i like your agent or something” haechan said smacking on the lunchable from his backpack loudly, so loud that mark couldn’t even hear himself think. between the homeless people, the bucket drum line, haechan obnoxious chewing, mark couldn’t hear himself think. “OKAY JUST SHUT UP” he snapped, all attention on him. “oh— uh not you guys i—“ mark quickly became flustered looking at haechan for some help. “OH— uhhh, my friend here has a disorder. sorry about that” haechan rubbed mark on the back, watching as heads turned back to what the were doing. “thank god” mark sighed in relief as they reached their stop. “i feel something...” the same ringing in his ears was back, becoming quieter as he walked in different directions dragging haechan in zigzags along with him

finally, mark and haechan arrived at their “destination”. all it appeared to be was just a regular apartment building. “what the fuck?” mark huffed slamming his fists aganist the wall, accidentally triggering something.

the small alley way they were in between revealed a door, the two boys looked at each other in pure amazement as they jumped through. “what is this?” mark said in awe staring down the walls. “don’t touch anything” an older man said swatting his hand away “you’re the new guy?” he looked mark up and down “the standards must be in hell”

“hi nice to meet you too!” mark sarcastically said. “i didn’t ask.” the man simply replied. “follow me though.” the boys did as they were told. “i believe that we were all put on this earth for one reason, to wreck havoc and help when havoc wrecks things” the older man laughed at his own terrible joke. “that’s why some people their genetic code is different, they’re products of some very expensive experiments, and my favorite” he chuckled “wrong place right time”

“so where do i fall?” mark wondered out loud. “the third one sweetheart” the older man bent down into a mini fridge and got out something to drink. “so basically what i’m saying kid.” he slurped it loudly in marks ears “help when havoc wrecks, whenever it does”with the snap of fingers, haechan and mark were back home and mark was dressed in a red and blue spandax suit. a black spider embroidered on the chest. “bro? you look—“ mark raised a brow, thinking he was still in his regular clothes. “you look like an actual superhero!” haechan danced around the room. “i do?” he stepped infront of the mirror “oh— I DO”

“what should i call myself. tarantula boy?—no too weird spider boy? no too immature”

“spider-man” haechan suggested

“spider-man...” mark said to himself in the mirror.

“i guess i’m spider man...”

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ahhh Hii, so like Idk where i Can send requests but Could you do a sungchan fluff?

love your content btw💕

[03:04]

“channieee” you dragged out laying on his chest, awaking from your nap. he was still awake tapping away on his phone, noticing you were awake and putting it down. “yes my love?” he spoke softly, kissing you on your head. “you’re like the love of my life, i just wanted you to know that” you giggled snuggling into him as deep as you could. “you are too” he snickered “now go back to sleep” you yawned and closed your eyes. “you don’t have to tell me twice”

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hii! what types of writing do you do? -🍗

oooo that’s a good question, i guess i could say i dabble in a bit of everything. i write mostly fan fiction but i write any genre. fantasy, superhero, royalty au, anything you want.

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[12:20]

“robin huh” you kissed your teeth, staring at your nails. you had “powers” but being a “hero” didn’t seem ideal, but neither did being a villain. just incase, you made a small name for yourself as a vigilante. helping out old ladies with snatched purses and stopping small crimes. y/n by day and neptune by night. you called yourself that because when you first discovered your powers, your mother before she died said you glowed “blue like neptune”.

you wouldn’t call dick grayson exactly a friend, he was top of the class and so were you. so when it came down to it, you were his competitor. you two always agreed with each other, but the way the world worked it was destined you two would be pitted against each other forever.

you two were in the hallway alone, it was long after school. dick now in the form of “robin”, it was safe to say you followed him here. “huh?” robin said confused as confused could be. “i mean i like the get up.” you stepped out the shadows smirking “i didn’t know tights were your thing.”

he chuckled, “wow y/n, you couldn’t give me the privilege to see you in costume?”

“nope! by the way, it’s also in the cleaners. not everyone can work for batman and have unlimited gear....” you started to wonder why you even followed him here, boredom surely played into it. “i mean you could” he shrugged grabbing your hand and taking you to the computer lab. “i mean neptune, is an up and coming hero”. you cleared your throat “vigilante”.

“yeah yeah, that’s what they all say. regardless” he tapped away at the computer, all of the screens coming on and flashing his little robin symbol. “i’m sure there’s a place for you— somewhere.” you chuckled, “i’m whelmed”. you watched as he typed in the code into the system, you weren’t as exactly tech smart as he was but you knew what he was doing. “wow stealing my catchphrase y/n?” that made you blush, a small smile cracking.

“well i guess i can say i’m a big fan of THE robin”

“all in a days work, but seriously if you ever wanna seriously put your powers into use.” he finished whatever he was doing and handed you a card. “give me a call.”

and with that, he disappeared into the darkness.

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listen listen I KNOW i’ve been on hiatus but PLSSS send requests don’t make me beg 🥺🥺. i do mlm, wlw, wlm, nblm as well

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[04:27]

your boyfriend shotaro was on his usual tiktok bs, seeing a trend he liked and trying to use it on you. this one was the most hilarious, but nerve wracking one yet. the ‘act like my girlfriend for a day’ challenge. you hated how inaccurate yet so accurate he was, he knew you better than you know yourself.

“babeeee” shotaro whined, fluttering his eyes and pouting like you usually did; it looked so much cuter on him. “yes?...” you said rolling you eyes. you two were on your bed, casually scrolling through you all’s phones like you two always did. “i’m so hungry” he rubbed his stomach, something that you also had a bad habit of doing. “we should get mcdonald’s— ooo or taco bell—or—“ you cut him off. “we get it i’m indecisive...”

“do not call me that! fullstop point blank period” you swore, your voice box jumped into his throat because he sounded exactly like you. “haha funny laugh” you rolled your eyes “what trend are you forcing on me now...” you sighed. “not everything i do is a trend y/n.” he pouted “BUT, mcdonald’s does sound amazing right now.” you nodded “so when is it my turn to act like you?” his ears perked up.

“ohhh y/nnn my stummy hurts rub it pleasee” you imitated him the best you could.

“y/n watch me dance”

“y/n watch me do this— look what hyung taught me!!”

he blinked “okay i get it—“

“oh y/n i’m in love with taeyong hyung—“

“I GET IT”

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can i request something about jackson's s/o being really close with the rest of the boys please

[4:04]

you had been dating jackson for the last 4 years enjoying every minute of it even through the ups and downs. what you really enjoyed were your 6 new friends, they always made you so happy even when jackson was on your last nerve.

when you moved to korea from the states you barely had anyone to talk to, but when jackson came so did his members who loved you just as much as you loved them. you just fit right in like an 8th member from behind the scenes, cheering them on through every comeback and promotion.

they always helped you when you needed it, and vice versa. every prank, every emergency, everytime there was something to celebrate you weren’t ever left out, and you loved that.

one day, mark invited you over to their shared dorm which was a bit out of the ordinary seeing as they rarely stayed there these days. you opened the door using the spare key jackson gave you looking around suspiciously, the house was pitch black and dead silent. the lights wouldn’t even work.

“oh my god” you huffed turning on your phones flashlight, the sudden brightness blinding you. “what the fuck is going on...” you looked around nervously, finding the couch and sitting on it preparing yourself to send a very angry text to mark.

“SURPRISE!” bambam yelled out, the lights suddenly turning on and everyone popping out of the most random places. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you dropped your phone on the ground and clutched your chest. “i fucking hate all of you” you mumbled picking up your phone “where the fuck is jackson?”

“aww did i scare my baby” jackson came from the kitchen chuckling sitting down in front of you. you turned your head away from him angrily ranting, “what do you gain outta scaring the shit out of me, like what’s the purpos—“ you felt a tap on your knee, jackson was looking at you on one knee with a ring box in hand smiling brightly.

“you already know what i’m going to ask...” jackson’s smile couldn’t get any wider. “you already know the answer....” you gulped holding back tears, letting jackson slip the ring on your finger. jackson stood up and pulled you off the couch into a big hug, ‘aw’s’ could be heard from all around the room.

there was no place you’d rather be than with the love of your life, and your bestfriends.

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[3:59]

“what could you possibly want with me?” you asked shivering in the cold as mark, walked you home. your eyes were visibly bloodshot red, you had obviously been crying which was the main reason mark took it upon himself to walk you home. mark chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully and kissing you on your cheek. “because good girls like you, need protection”

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[12:41]

you had seen tsukishima around the halls, he overshadowed you just like he did everyone. it was not hard to with his amount of height. from what you had observed he was nothing short of a complete asshole, none the less you found yourself developing a slight crush on him.

only problem was, the chances of you talking to him was less than none. he was a genius (in your opinion) it’s not like he’d need tutoring, he wasn’t in anything but volleyball so why he need you?

you were in your local convenience store, getting a few things for yourself trying to hustle a discount out of your childhood friend tadashi as usual, when he walked in. nodding at his bestfriend and pushing you out the way a bit, “out of my way kid...”

“KID??” you did a whole double take, who knew the first words your crush would say to you would be so hurtful. “listen here green giant i’m not a kid, even then don’t go pushing around girls who raised you?” you looked him up and down, your heart beating like you just finished running a marathon. “you sure look like one.” tsuki chuckled and went into the store leaving tadashi with an unamused face.

“your bestfriend is an asshole.”

“tell me about it...”