#“oh yea i can't eat this food because i just don't like it” AND UNDERSTAND ME WHEN I SAY I CAN'T EAT CERTAIN THINGS.

[angered-box]

yknow realizing my family was super fucking mean to me for no reason before i turned 18

[donutz]

PickyPiggy x reader fluff alphabet[7/8]

A/N|| I apologize for not uploading yesterday and Thursday :(

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— She can be pretty affectionate physically and in a gift giving way!

— Physically is basically kisses(minus her snout), hugs, cuddles, she can be pretty good with that stuff too!

— So if you ever want some physical affection from her, just ask!

— Or if you’re not good with verbalizing your words, just motion it to her, she’s good with that!

— Gift giving is just giving food, so if you also want food with your physical affection, go ahead and ask, verbally or not

— She would love it if you asked for one of her pb & j’s, she loves making them! She also needs somebody to test if they’re delicious

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— She’d be an amazing best friend! She’s REALLY loyal too(Not even because she’s a pig, it’s how she naturally is)

— If she’d hear someone talking bad about you, she’ll confront them about it, asking what was the reason???

— You’re like, the best toy ever!

— She is CLUELESS about why people would unpleasantly talk about you!

— It would start with her sharing food with you, you’re pretty special so be grateful!

— All the other critters saw what she did and was VERY surprised, she has NEVER done that before

— From that moment she’s been sharing her snacks and food with you

— Even her pb & j’s! Just a small bit though

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— She does cuddle! All the time, especially when sleeping(pigs do that)

— She's really touchy(NOT in a weird way)

— Without even trying!! I don't get how(these are literally my headcanons, I know what I'm talking about)

— She cuddles by being right next to you, usually she's just, right there.

— SOME physical touch has to be going on, light brushes, shoulder touches, you know the drill ^_^

— Though her usual way of cuddling is sleeping, or holding hands while her head is on your shoulder, she usually swings her hooves

— Other ways are her just being on you, like she's laying down on your legs, while eating(or doing anything to be honest)

— She LOVES cuddling

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— Picky settles down, she prefers it that way

— You'll usually see her just resting or eating

— Most of her resting is cuddling with you! Or not, depends if you don't like physical touch

— She'll understand, but she's holding back, a lot.

— Anyways she loves cooking, especially baking, but can't really handle the spices’ smell(real, but instead I'm black so it seems weird)

— Cleaning floors/dished, dusting, wiping counters, picking up trash, no

— But if it's cleaning up some flour, sprinkles, yea, that's fine

— Foods the best ^_^

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— no

— Uhm. Can’t, wouldn’t. Would never be convinced

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— No

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— She can be gentle, physically, her hugs can be loving and stuff, but sometimes she hugs a little too hard

— She actually notices it, it’s the only thing(that’s apart of physical affection)that she doesn’t do naturally

— “Oh— sorry!” Then she gives you a much more gentle hug

— Emotionally, like if you're venting,  she will DEFINITELY listen, she isn't good with verbally comforting, but physically? Yes

— You can really tell she's listening, with her intense eye contact.

— If you want comforting words, you'll have to ask, and the answer isn't really… Comforting ^_^

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— She loves hugs!! Almost as much as she loves cuddling

— The reason is because hugs are included in hugging, and she loves hugging you, but cuddling is always #1

— Hugs are everyday, ev-ery-day. If she doesn't hug you for a whole day, ask her what's wrong because something's going on

— She doesn't do it for some smiles, it's just her

— With her citrus scent, she can either smell sweet or sour, when hugging you

— Like for the gentle section, I said she can accidentally squeeze you too tight, but she’ll apologize right after

— But for her more gentler hugs, you can really feel the love in them

— Sometimes she just stays there, waiting for when you’ll pull away, because those times she doesn’t really want to let go.

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— She says it everyday!! With the sweetest voice you can imagine, even when she’s eating, she’ll remember she hasn’t said I love you yet at that time of day

— She grabs your attention by softly nudging your side

— “I love you! ^_^” It can occasionally be out of nowhere

— She can say it really fast or really slow, the slow times is when she’s eating(at times) or when she just woke up

— Picky’ll say it really fast but then she forgets what she said because it was too fast for her herself to comprehend

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— She doesn't really get jealous, unless someone's sharing food with you too much

— She can always tell when someone's getting too close

— So she'll get jealous from that too

— She can get pretty jealous, but not really jealous

— When she is, she puts her arm around your shoulders and drags you away

— “Hello! Bye!”

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Her kisses feel squishy, mainly because of her snout

— Her kisses can also be kinda messy, from her eating or drinking

— She likes to kiss you on your cheek, but your lips is fine too! Just a quick smooch though

— If you did the same, she'd love it! Especially on her cheek, she giggles after too!

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— NOT HAVING KIDS

— But she can be seen as the nice older sister

— She sometimes trades the kids her food for theirs’

— She super cool to them, she also sometimes starts food fights, Picky finds it hilarious

— The kids say she has the best pb & j's

— For the tiny babies(like in the months, not counting 12 months and over), she knows what foods they should and shouldn't eat

— She can feed the little babies like a mama

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— She usually sleeps in 5 minutes after the time she's supposed to wake up

— The critters(Dogday) have tried waking her up at the supposed time, but CAN NOT.

— If anybody tries waking her up at the 5 minute mark she will actually wake up

— But she's like, “Heyyyy…” She's like sleep drunk but instead she got sleep

— She always wakes up sleepy

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— She goes to sleep, right away

— Picky will read a bedtime story to you and immediately go to sleep.

— She's cuddly, but falls asleep fast

— She drools, or snores, or both

— Picky can either hug you, keeping you in place, or lightly hug you, slightly slipping out of her grasp

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— She doesn't really have anything to reveal

— Other than her stress eating.

— But, she doesn't really reveal that stuff, it's not like it's really personal, she just forgets

— Ask her about it and she'll go, “Oh! Yea, I do that.  Not a lot though, so you don't needa worry about it too much!” Shrugging

— There are times where you can't tell if she's okay, mentally.

— When revealing, it can be in the middle, one day she'll say a lot, but the next she's saying it piece by piece

— She overthinks, when it comes to food

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— NEVER angry, unless you steal too much of her food, especially if she knows you're doing it to make her mad

— If you steal too much of her donuts, she's watching you 5 meters away, in the shadows

— Like somebody…(not specifically watching you, if you know who I'm talking about)

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Kind of surprisingly, she remembers all of it

— ALLLLL of it

— You can slightly mention your favorite color, all of a sudden it's on her mental notes

— You can count on her for remembering stuff 5 years ago!

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— When you said you and her can be friends..

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— She isn't too protective

— She knows you can handle yourself! Unless you can't. She'll try her best to protect youuu, no worries

— If you can't defend yourself in an argument, call Picky up and she's striking back for you!

— Just tell her what's happening first, even if you're wrong she'll STILL defend you

— A physical fight? Uhhhh(；￣Д￣)

— If you protect her, she'll call you charming and say thanks!!

— Picky’ll hug you and give you a loving smooch on the cheek

Try(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— It looks like she put a lot of effort into it, and she did! What? Did you expect her to just be lazy and make it look pretty?

— Your ‘dates’ are just eating, or have to do with eating in some way

— If you want no eating ‘dates’ then… She will sneak a few snacks, not while you're looking though, she has to be sneaky!!

— Anniversaries, she will put on a little dress, or suit, depends on her mood, but Picky will definitely bring it up!

— “Oh yeah! Do you wanna celebrate our anniversary?”

— Ewww, cleaning…

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— Yea I have no idea

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— Isn't. She is CONFIDENT!!!

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— She will be very sad, everyday

— She needs her apple :(

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— She stress eats, definitely

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— You judging her eating habits

— That's all!

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

— Cuddling with you in order to fall asleep

— Drooling, snoring, can be both

— Taking up the whole bed, also she moves in her sleep so good luck with that

[void-speaks]

tell me about your ocs pls I wanna hear about them! Do they like soup? What's their favourite soup if they do

WATCH THIS– *EXPLODES*💥💥💥💥💥

Okay. Anyway. I'm normal now.

From the Original Universe kinda thingie idk what to call it:

Lucifer – YES. Definitely yes. In general, he prefers food that is rich in flavor, especially if it has lots of meat. Soup, however? Mushrooms. Put mushrooms in that shit and he'll eat it up. But the thing is, mushrooms anywhere else? No.

Michael – Honestly, Michael doesn't really... eat. Like at all. Since angels and Archangels alike technically don't need to eat, he just doesn't, because to him it's a waste of time. He does get why some of his siblings (referring to all types of angels in general) like to experiment with tasting human food, but personally doesn't find it appealing. If anything, he kinda dislikes eating.

Gabriel – Much or less the same situation as with Michael. He is much more willing to try human food and even enjoys it occasionally, and soup is one of his favourites! He just doesn't really see it as necessary. So to him it's basically like the stuff you eat only for holidays ykwim??

Uriel – Also same opinion as Gabriel. He prefers soup with noddles just because. In general, Uriel is way more tolerant to any and all kinds of food and doesn't really have any preferences, unlike his other brothers.

Raphael – This bitch will eat anything. Literally anything. I don't even know what's more to say. Naturally, he still has his preferences, but is totally down to just devour whatever's in his plate. But much like Uriel, he prefers soup with noodles, specifically like heavily seasoned soup.

Silas – There's only 1 type of soup Silas can tolerate, and even so he'd rather eat something else given the option. That soup is like the one with noodles and chicken in it (I literally do not know names of soups so pls don't kill me lol)

Armaros – Doesn't like eating food, but can tolerate it sometimes for his boy. Friend? Boy friend? Boyfriend? Who knows. 🤷 Oh and yea, he doesn't like eating soup at all. He can understand smoothies, but soup is something he'll never give a chance (unless under specific circumstances)

Adam & Eve – Well... They didn't really get to try soup. And can't now. Most foods they had was really basic stuff, like you know hunting animals for meat and then frying that shit. In their current state of being they cannot consume food at all. More specifically, they won't feel its scent or texture or taste.

And now other random bitches:

Ren – Literally only eats sweets. Nothing else. Maybe something salty or spicy to change things up from time to time, but veeeery rarely. Again, technically, he doesn't need to eat. But to make him more human and more of a comfort source to his host, he gobbles up chocolate bars like crazy.

Michael Waltz – He doesn't eat much because he just forgets too. His species doesn't really feel hunger despite literally being born from the Void. Still, he does prefer to eat like a normal human would. Except he doesn't eat normal. He eats almost all of his food cold (can't really feel temperature the same way as humans), mostly salty stuff because it's the most stimulating option. So when he does eat soup, you bet it's cold as an iceberg and just filled with salt to the brink.

Elliot – Elliot is a woman of simple tastes, preferring to watch the sunset with a hot cup of tea. Any soup is good soup to her when it's a cold winter day and she needs to warm up.

Kiki – Kiki doesn't eat. Maybe drinks the blood of her enemies. But ghosts or rather entities like her can't consume/digest food at all, unlike Adam and Eve

Michael Clarke – Due to his... erm... unique anatomy and state of being, his reaction to most foods changed drastically. Call it a side effect of having some unknown chemicals injected into your blood stream when you were like 12-14. Before that he would eat any food given to him, but now he's gotten very picky with what he eat, which is not a good trait to have in a world with very limited food resources. But, it's also fair to mention that his hunger comes very slowly. Like he can go days on end without eating and still be perfectly fine.

Adam Ray – this guy is definitely a fan of soup. Especially if eaten with bread and still super warm but not to the point of being hot. However, put radish and/or beetroot in there and he'll throw that shit up just as quickly as he ate it. Radish and beetroot are literally his mortal enemies.

Used to be uwo ocs but grown into their own thing:

Exorcist (listen it was just a placeholder title but then it stuck so hard that literally any normal name won't fit...) – This man is purely running on coffee and adrenaline and energy drinks. There is nothing healthy or even relatively normal about his diet. He will probabaly die by the time he reaches the age of 32.

Chaos (yes that's his name) – Not a big fan of soup, but can still eat pretty much any type if need be. Not much to say here.

Seth – Seth is a ghost so he doesn't eat now, much like Kiki. When he was still alive, he didn't like eating soup. He also hated almost every single drink beside black tea and maybe some soda, otherwise water was the get go drink. He died from drowning btw :)

Fate – Again, Fate is an entity that doesn't need to eat. Like Adam & Eve, while they technically are capable of it, it brings nothing to them, so they just don't.

Dionys – bitch only prefers to eat the most exquisite meals possibly known to mankind, when again, he technically doesn't need to eat.

Keith – Tolerates most food. He still has his preferences, but if you ever try to ask him, he'll only be able to tell what he doesn't like. Ask him what he likes and he'll freeze.

Most of these bad boys have been collecting dust on the shelves because a lot of them are based on a game, were specifically made for one fandom (like the uwo ocs) or evolved past being fandom characters but still got abandoned lmao. For example, Exorcist is the only one who survived out of all of them (aka one I still use). Kiki was based on a mobile Yandere Simulator-like game because I just really liked the combination of the hair and dress I was using + the fact that she could float. Adam Ray has two different variants – one is a Killer Frequency oc (commonly referred to as Rain), and the other one is just some guy I made up (commonly referred to as just Adam). Michael Clarke is a Dying Light 2 oc for my fic Rekindle (it's not finished and not published anywhere). Ren was originally supposed to be an OMORI character but evolved into being an oc. There are like a dozen other ones but I feel like they lack depth to be considered actual characters, so I didn't mention them. Not like half of the aforementioned ones are fully fledged, but still.

[rabiesofficial]

I totally agree with you. I saw that my message is not well written. My point, or what I tried to say is that we as a society, tend to view matters in this way, if not, we would not romanticize starving and would not demonize fatness however extreme. And yes I know using the world discipline is problematic, however I'll defend it because thats part of that illness: a sense of extreme control impulse that damages you and make you hurt yourself, it's people who are so ill they will deny themselves the most basic necessities it is a sense of twisted self control.

We have certain images and ideas of how we should look and be. I think obese people fall into one of the most looked down on people because of this.

Lastly, is one thing to mentally put down someone you don't seem worthy. However, as I mentioned, is possible for similar things to happen to both extremely thin and fat people, losing your ability to move and be self sufficient can, and is looked upon badly to say the least.

About numbers YES! Education about food, not letting companies poison us... At least for me, I'm from a southamerican country and we actually have that, and we have less obesity than the US for example. And yes, our resources should go to complete health care in all their ways.

No, I understand that you weren’t necessarily saying it was you, but more of answers that could be given for my question. I just use “you” because saying “society” too many times makes me feel like the jocker. So don’t worry about that part I see what you mean there.

And I think on the self control part, well yea you said it yourself it’s twisted. It comes from disordered thinking. Because I mean, yes and no? You have physically forced your body to not do something it needs, but I do see it as a loss of control in its own way. I don’t think women who are in the trenches are necessarily in control either. I dont always agree with what other people think in cases like this, and the way I see it if you're doing so bad you can't make yourself eat - you've lost control. And i don't think that's something to be ashamed about, but it is what it is and I cant see it as anything other than that. Someone who needs help in that way.

And definitely thin and fat people do receive criticisms and there’s an intersection of disability and ableism there that increases that “disgust” that people feel when someone is immobile, but in regards to specifically fat people - my thought is well. Both sets of women would be heavily criticized. A morbidly obese woman that died from death feederism and an anorexic woman that dies from starvation. Both of these came from mental health issues that can’t be fixed by someone saying “eat less/eat more.” I just think that well, one of those is considered a tragedy and the other is considered disgusting. Is considered to be a joke or “what did they expect eating that way.” It’s the same issue in different directions, but one of those directions is seen as always disgusting while the other one is only seen as bad until it gets real bad. I don’t know if I’m making myself clear on that. Someone said that EDs are normalized in society - I completely agree. I also think that the prejudice directed at fat people reinforces those EDs.

And like yea the education. Ugh. We DO need better education. Absolutely. And tbh that education has to be tailored based on your food preferences cause studies do show you gain more nutrients from foods you actually enjoy (of your culture etc) than those you just swallow down. The more I hear about the food pyramid (that I was taught here) the more it’s like oh…. They lobbied to get their product in the food pyramid not actually because it’s good for you lol.

And like, okay we put in the hours of work to actually figure out a proper diet - some people will be good after this. Some people you aren’t going to be able to reach with education and better groceries though. Like, for me sometimes there are days I just don’t eat because the steps involved are so overwhelming I can’t even make it past the first one. Some days I eat so much it sorta scares me how empty I still feel after. That’s mental illness that comes from a lifetime of issues™ and although I would love to be like, “I’m normal now” if I were given the resources to eat better, I know a big part of it would also be mental for me. It’s why you see soooooo many people who got weight loss surgery die from alcoholism. Their food addiction was never addressed, they became physically unable to continue that food addiction (b/c of a smaller stomach) and turned to alcohol. Because of the surgery, the alcoholism progresses much more quickly. Those people weren’t saved, but they died thin so… win for the medical system I guess. #nomorefatties

My loss of control just looks “uglier” in this society, but my point is like hello…. Does that make me less than? Tbh this sorta goes in with my feelings on addicts too. I don’t think people that suffer in an “ugly” way should like… be made to feel like our very lives can be counted monetarily. Capitalistic misogynistic nightmare society.

Also just to reiterate, I don’t mean “you” personally anon, but more in a “if you believe these things, this is my response to that” way. Sorry it’s just easier for me to write as if I’m personally talking to someone about their opinions than the hypothetical? Idk

[yostresswritinggirl]

Unspoken angst is Hu Tao’s reaction to the rising costs of Zhongli’s spending habits as he guides and supports Scara and puppet reader. He finds their interactions to be endearing. Childe would be a hilarious addition to the mora woes.

SPEAKING OF DANGEROUS PLANTS AND FAUNA! Have you heard of the nipple fruit? Apparently it’s poisonous. (From what I know, bleeding mushrooms are safe to touch.)

Scara sends Nahida and Traveler postcards of his travels with puppet reader and it’s like… a honeymoon to me. Lantern rite date! And in a quiet spot under the lanterns, they hug and watch. Scara and puppet reader might as well settle with the Aranara eventually.

Modern au when Scara drives, he got one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding puppet reader’s hand and occasionally he kisses their knuckles during the drive. Is it dangerous? I mean yea. It is still cute? Also yea.

I think Dain’s perspective on Scara and puppet reader would be interesting. But I just wanna see more Dain, lol.

Nilou didn’t come home either so I am very sad. Tighnari and Nilou when????? Also, I tend to get my ideas the second I walk into the kitchen so that’s probably why I gravitate towards food ideas. Maybe it’s because my attention span jumps from this to that frequently. I’ve been thinking about bedroom layouts and mattress size. Who is the one who uses organizer bins in the house? Who goes with the Marie Kondo way of organization? What do their aprons look like???? Does Tighnari help tie Cyno’s hair back when he forgets to???? (Yes.) Scara and puppet reader hold hands when they go to bed. Scara sparkling when happy because of puppet reader. Ah. It’s amore.

Bloom anon

*searching nipple fruit* oh wow, wait, people grow these for decorations?! That's fucked up, I wouldn't trust myself with that

Don't worry Hu Tao, sooner or later Scaramouche would feel annoyed and think Zhongli is showing off or belittling their reserves, and show off the good ol Fatui salary™ Also don't ever ever mention Childe or even bring him when they're there because hell WILL break loose

Omayghad IT IS A HONEYMOON HAHAHAHA I can't fuckin believe these two, or actually it's probably because of them being puppets so they're neurotic as hell "hey we just wrecked havoc across Teyvat with our terrible life decisions and almost ruined Sumeru but we're cool now and want to go on vacation, see ya" and yes, I think after their honeymoon phase, they end up settling in the forest with the Aranaras cottagecore style

Nahida doesn't mind, honestly she'll visit a lot even, they're all immortal friends so even better. But the funniest imagine I could think of would be Traveler traveling to a new region either Natlan or Fontaine fighting gods and shit, and while running away from authorities, they meet eyes with Scaramouche and puppet Reader who were in the middle of eating on an outside table like 🧍🧍 🏃

Bonus: they don't do anything to help because they don't want to be dragged into whatever archon shit they're dealing with. More bonus: they have the audacity to send the Traveler another post card in that same region, "that restaurant had the best dessert, you should try it once you're not a fugitive anymore"

Dain's narrative would certainly be melancholic since he's reminded of his adventures with the twin. 'Such divine beings tossed away and broken by the reality of the living world, the only ones who can truly understand how their mind works and how they view the world are each other. If gods can roam Teyvat as mortals, then they deserve this period of their life more than anything else.'

Bloom anon, the master of domestic fluff is now your official title, turning even the most painful fic into a wholesome sequel

[kfans-writerblog]

First love ❤️

You felt bored so you planned to meet someone new a dating app and you found a cute guy name jongin

Name : jongin kai

Job : dancer

Born : 1994 Jan 14

Bio : hope to meet the right girl to spend time with me and like to spend time with my family and dogs I love dogs hope you do to

He saw your profile and he added you and message you first "hey y/n thanks for choosing me hope we can be friends let's talk casually about our daily life "

You were so happy and texted back

"Hi kai I like dogs too! What kind of dogs do you have ? "

He sent you this photo

"I have 3 mini poodles the first one is monggu

2nd jjangu 3rd is jjangah "

" the names are so cute how was your day ?"

"My day was good y/n do u have any dogs ?"

"Yup I have 2 a samoyed and a husky 1 name milky and one called star "

You sent him this cute pic

"Wow so cute I wish I can meet them someday 😁"

"Kai your a dancer like are you a back up dancer but your name sound so familiar and your face I feel like I've seen you beffore "

....

"I'm top 3 backup dancer of south korea won a few awards for ballet competition when I was young "

"OH really me too but not the top dancing part I used to do ballet "

Kai went offline to go practice his dance for exo's fanmeeting and they will preform the eve

You also went offline and cover for the song baby dont cry by exo

And you search exo member list and you saw kai ! Like Kim jongin kai that you were talking to

You were so shocked that you found your bais and talking to him like a dream come true but as a true fan you didn't tell anyone and kept it a secret because you didn't want any trouble

"Hey y/n sorry I replied late I had to take care of my niece and nephew "

"That's ok I understand like how I take care of my niece ."

"OH you have a nice too ? "

" yea she's like 6 she's a dog but in human years she's like 31 "

"OH I thought you were talking about a human anyways my niece is 10 my nephew is 8 "

"Kai I made a cover for this song called baby dont cry can you help me five feed back ? "

"Sure send it to me "

"Wow you are a very good singer y/n are you a singer "

☺️"nope I'm just a normal person not a celeb but I love exo '

You decide to talk more about kai

"Exo kai is so cute I have a big crush on him if I could date him I would "

Kai reply "you would date him what if the fans don't like it?"

"That's the fun part when we go on dates if we get caught we can switch our clothes so we can distract them and plus I'm mature enough I won't get hurt by what people say oh yeah I'm learning korean just for them and I'm going to korea tomorrow maybe I will see you lol"

He smile "really why did you fly to korea just cuz exo "

" yes and I want to meet them "

You packed up and went on the flight to korea

When you arrived you sent kai a photo

While at night you went to eat some street food with your friend and suddenly you bump into kai " k kai . I I love you "

You blush and grabbed your food and ran away

He went back to his dorm with baekhyun

And obviously he teased him so much

"Ooh kai someone likes you ...."

"Shush hyung I don't want to hear from you if you tell anyone I will tell lay you ate his dinner last night "

"OK fine deal "

Xiumin heard the conversation and texted suho

"Suho I think kai likes someone "

"Xiumin it's probably our fans we love them too ok it's late go sleep "

Next day kai texted you for a date

"Hey y/n are you busy wanna go out I'm not busy today I'm off no more scedual until the weekend "

"Hi kai yes I'm free where do you want to go ? "

"Come to my company sm entertainment we have a cafeteria and we can eat in a vip place "

"OK kai see you then "

You went there dressed in casual shirt and shorts

He was wearing a mask and glasses and a holding your hand took you to the vip room only celebrity can eat in there

"Y/N can you be my girlfriend "

"So you are the exo kai omg I can't belive I'm dating my crush 😳 yes I will be your gf "

He held your hand and kiss it

Suho heard everything and then he went home

"Y/n your the best " you blush

Then kai drove you home and suho called kai

"Kai we need to talk "

"OK I'll come to your place give me 15 minutes "

He ended the call

Soon he arrived and suho stared at kai

"Kai I know we all want a wife and a gf but do you really know how much it takes to date as a celeb "

Chen joined "yeah since I got married not much people like me anymore "

Kai got mad " suho I don't care about fame I want to be normal just for once please let me do what I want ! Chen that's your fault dating and letting people know that's why we lost so many fans it's because you publicly announced that your in a relationship "

Chen got so shocked how mad kai got

Suho was so sad and depressed hearing kai say that

" Kai your right we all should live a normal life but don't make any mistakes and btw can we meet her "

He nod "yeah but be nice because she's shy "

Then kai texted you "y/n my members want to meet you is that ok I will take you to our dorm "

You reply ' of course when ? "

He told you "tomorrow 12pm at our dorm I will come pick you up sehun will be in the back seat because he's a brat and I will pick him up before I pick you up "

"LOL yup that's the sehun I know "

<That's your outfit>

Next day you heard your phone ring

"Yes kai I'm ready I'm coming out "

"OK "

You went in the front car and you hear sehun sipping on his bubble tea " ooh hi y/n you are pretty no wonder kai likes you anyway I'm sehun nice to meet you " he reach out for a handshake but kai slapped his hand

"Shush sehun you little rat y/n you dressed so pretty today "

"Thanks kai . I know you sehun because I'm a exoL "

Then when you went in the dorm the guys crowded around you 8 handsome guys

You were shy so you hide behind kai

" it's ok y/n it's the members Guys I told you not to make her feel uncomfortable and yet here you are crowding around her "

D.O came out his room "you must be y/n they talk alot about you here come have a seat drink some tea "

You smile and thankful D.O got you out the situation

Kai went to you and patted your hair "y/n you ok I'm sorry the guys are always like this watch suho hyung will be mad at them "

You giggle seeing a guy coming down the stairs kai yelled out "oh suho hyung "

He smile and wave at you "hi I'm suho "

Then you all become closer and you announced

"Me y/n will always be with kai and never make on the news and I promise I will never make you guys look bad "

They nod and chanyeol said "hey you got a good girlfriend I'm so jealous "

" I also prepared a song to sing its baby dont cry hope you guys like it "

After the singing they clapped 👏

"I also want to dance to wolf 🐺 "

Then they all dance with you because they want you to feel welcome and then you want to film it for a memory .

Happy ending

[peachyysugaa]

scream

― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

taglist: @cha-raena @imjustme-things @misoiishi @rikitaiyaki @fiantomartell

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[onigiri-miyaa]

HEY, PREZ - ZHONGLI X FEM!READER label:: fluff warnings:: n/a description:: in which the eleventh harbinger falls for his comrade's personal maid extra:: modern au ,, usa based high school :: MOVED FROM WATTPAD :: "hey, (y/n)!" a voice called from down the hallway. the (h/c) haired girl's head shot up and she noticed a certain tall ginger waving at her. she wove through the crowd of 14 to 18-year-olds to make her way to the boy. he patted her shoulder when she got to him and grinned. "come with me to see the student council prez!" tartaglia chirped. "no," (y/n) curtly replied, walking away from him and down the stairs to eat lunch. "aw, c'mon, (y/n)," he whined, following her. "you don't have anything better to do! and you can't deny it!" she ignored him and tartaglia thought of a way to persuade her. "you have no one else to eat lunch with, though." he pointed out. she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to tartaglia. "fine, i'll come with you. i'm not hungry anyway." "attagirl," tartaglia said. "but eat something when we get to the student council room at least. they have snacks there." "maybe." tartaglia led you to the student council's office with fire in his cobalt blue eyes. standing in front of the door, he inhaled and sharply exhaled before kicking the door open. (it was open the slightest bit...) three startled girls, which (y/n) remembered were seniors like her and tartaglia, sat at a round table, each with a stack of papers in front of them. "i'm looking for the president," tartaglia announced. a purple-haired girl stood up and walked over to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "listen," she started, "you don't just kick the door down and demand to see the president. he's busy, you know? he's got his own life." "he has been missing for some time now, though," a blue-haired girl spoke up. the pink-haired girl next to her nodded in agreement. as if on cue, a door in the back of the room opened and a tall boy with a white polo, brown dress pants, and long dark brown ponytail walked through the door, a strangely shaped bag in his hands. "where have you been?" the purple-haired girl asked, glaring daggers at him. he set the bag down on the table and sat down on the side opposite the three girls. (y/n) could then see that the hair at the bottom of his ponytail was orange. he was quite handsome and a smile would probably leave (y/n) a blushing mess. "i was getting food with my good friends venti and baal," he started explaining, "and then got caught up by a crowd of needy, loud girls." "ah, zhongli!" tartaglia breathed. "do you know where i can find the student council president?" "right here?" zhongli questioned, not quite understanding tartaglia. "i am he." "oh... OH." tartaglia removed the purple-haired girl's hand from his shirt and stomped over to zhongli. "i, tartaglia, am the captain of the volleyball team and we-" "i am well aware you are in dire need of new volleyballs," zhongli interrupted. "yea, so do something about it. please." "well, i can help you but i am afraid i will have to ask for something in return." "shoot me with it." "pardon?" (y/n) giggled a bit at zhongli's formalness and quickly composed herself when she saw the purple-haired girl glance at her. "keep going," tartaglia said, glancing at (y/n), too. "i need you to find someone that can help out with flyers, posters, and advertisements. basically, a designer," zhongli said. tartaglia scoffed. "easy, take (y/n). she's good at that stuff." "m-me?!" she exclaimed, very confused since she had just been paying attention to zhongli's handsome features. "ah, she should do fine," zhongli said, nodding. "i believe she won the school art contest last year, correct?" (y/n) nodded, her face becoming slightly red because of the handsome boy complimenting her. "can we ask you to be here today after school then, (y/n)?" zhongli asked. "tomorrow if it's an inconvience." "no no, today's fine!" (y/n) said, waving her hands in front of her face and shaking her head rapidly. she looked into zhongli's eyes and

grinned. "i'd love to come today!" tartaglia just grinned at his best friend's unusualy behavior. he'd have to mention it to her later. "then i think we're done here, (y/n)," he said. "let's go! see you later, prez!" tartaglia smiled and waved to zhongli and the three girls with one hand and dragged the grinning (y/n) along with the other. ----- annoying bsf

annoying bsf hey what was that earlier lol

y/n wdym?

annoying bsf the whole "oh yes prez id love to come and help" and the endless smiling and grinning

y/n i did nothing of the sort

annoying bsf ha surrreee seems like u got a little love at first sight crush on mr student council prez zhongli hehe

y/n do not

annoying bsf do too

y/n do NOT

annoying bsf sURREe i'll help u if u need advice y/n

i said i dont like him

i just met him

plus hes WAAY outta my league

annoying bsf nah if anything

hes perfect for u 😁

(y/n) and zhongli siitiiin in a treeee 🌲 k i s s i n g 😚❤🥰

y/n

im blocking you

annoying bsf IM SORRY

y/n

better be

annoying bsf pls dont block me? y/n

fine

but give it up

annoying bsf mmmm maybe

y/n

3 2

annoying bsf INNEF

FINE

I GIVE IT ALL UP

INCLUDIGN MY FIGURINSE

i cant spell damn

y/n go back to kindergarten

annoying bsf come with me?

y/n no

annoying bsf im gonna go sit in the corner and cry

y/n ok have fun bud

night

annoying bsf good night!! 😘 read i hate you read ----- for the past few weeks, (y/n) had gotten used to staying after school every day to help with student council and got to know the members pretty well. keqing, the girl with purple hair, had officially named (y/n) the designer of the student council flyers, banners, advertisements, etc. zhongli, the president, had gotten quite comfortable with (y/n) around and (y/n) wouldn't lie if she said she had a small crush on him. okay, maybe a big one. it wasn't her fault that zhongli would lean his shoulder against hers when he was looking at something she was doing. it also wasnt her fault that zhongli liked to put his head on her shoulder and, damn, his hair smelled good. she was packing up her belongings one february day after school and handsome zhongli approached her. "hey, prez, what's up?" she asked, putting her (f/c) binder, reserved for her student council duties, in her bag. "keqing and ganyu informed me that i should ask you on a date," he said, his facial expression not changing at all. "um, repeat please?" the (h/c) haired girl asked, not sure if she heard zhongli right. "will you go on a date with me?" he asked. keqing and ganyu, who were standing in the back of the room, were quietly hoping their efforts to get zhongli to ask (y/n) out were not for nothing. "sure," she answered, a blush growing on her face along with a smile. "i'd love to." oh, they certainly started going out after that, much to keqing, ganyu, and tartaglia's pleasure.

[joyfulhopelox]

Strawberries & Cigarettes

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Soulmate!AU)

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex (once), swear words, talks about death of minor character, mentions of smoking (don't do it kids)

Summary: As a child you detested strawberries, convincing yourself that you have an allergy to them. But imagine your shock when you grow up and realise that your soulmate connection has to do with the wretched berry.

Word count: 7.7k

rating : pg

A/N: This is square 4/25 for the @bangtanwritingbingo (Square: Strawberries) I have not written something remotely angsty in a while so this has been a challenge but i did it! And i am somewhat proud of it! Thank you @mochi-molala @sunshinejunghoseokie for listening to me complain about this it has been a journey. And most importantly, thank you @min-yoon-kween for being a beta queen and trying to read through this mess and managing to make 3am rambles onto words. I really appreciated all the support and tough love! @yoonjinkooked, @sunshinekims and @yoonia thank you for being there and listening to my 3am complaints whilst i was getting this done, your encouragement has been a massive help!

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for both the work and the banner

As always please leave feedback and/or talk to me as i love to hear from you! Enjoy <3

The sweet, fragrant, slightly tart taste invades your senses once again causing you to sigh in frustration. How are you meant to find your soulmate if this unknown taste is all you have to go by? You couldn’t even pinpoint what it could be, the flavour being unlike anything that has ever touched your tastebuds.

“For real now Y/N, what do you have against fruit?” Your friend, Taehyung, inquires. You’ve adamantly refused his offer to share a fruit snack. It’s not like you had anything against fruit, far from it. You loved fruit. It was just the wretched strawberries lying there innocently on the bed of other berries, tainting them.

“It’s not fruit! I love fruit, you know that! Remember that time we snuck out into your grandfather's garden to steal apricots?” Your friend snorts. He remembers that time extremely well. You ate way more than you should have and ended up with indigestion for days after that.

“It’s just…” you grimace, looking once more at the red offenders. “Those”

“Strawberries?!” It was Taehyung’s turn to grimace. “How can you still hate strawberries after all this time? They are the best berry out there!” As if to prove his point he reaches for one and pops it in his mouth. You look away in disgust. “Oh come on Y/N, give them a try. You never know, you may like them now.” He pushed one towards you. Glaring at him, you rejected his offer.

“Tae, you know I can't! It’s not that I don't like them, I am allergic to them!” He responded with an incredulous look but didn’t say anything. Reading too much into his look you go to defend yourself. “I am! Since I was a child!”

“How do you know?” He raised an eyebrow at you. Shrugging, you tried to find a good answer.

Truth is, you didn’t know whether or not you were allergic to them. All you had was a bad memory from when you were a child. You had a very bad encounter with said berries. It was not a near death experience by any means, and it was not an allergic reaction. You were just a child, excited at the thought of trying a new fruit and so in your exhilaration you shoved it a bit too readily in your mouth. The innocent berry happened to go down the wrong pipe and causing you to choke and your family to panic. Ever since then you had sworn to never touch them again, telling everyone around you that you were allergic. That way you didn’t have to face the shame of retelling this childhood story and they couldn’t try forcing you to eat them.

It happened so long ago that you couldn’t even remember the taste. You couldn’t understand why everyone around you seemed to find them so delicious.

“I- just do ok? I had a bad reaction to them a long time ago, and I don’t want a repeat experience” you shrugged hoping that he would not catch onto the white lie you had just blatantly presented to his face. Side eyeing you suspiciously, Taehyung made sure to eat the strawberry he had picked up, sighing in the most dramatic way possible.

“Well then, more for me” his mouth was so full you could barely understand him. Disgusted you pushed his shoulder playfully. “Ew, that is bad manners. Did your mother not teach you to chew with your mouth closed?”

Taehyung pretended to look thoughtful whilst still chewing. “Nope, now take a blueberry and shut up” he pushed the assortment of fruit your way once again, this time making sure that the strawberries were out of your sight.

“Thanks Tae” you smiled gratefully at him, picking a blueberry out. Before it could reach your mouth, a loud thump resounded from next to you making you jump. Surprised your fingers let go of the blueberry you were holding so preciously.

“Oh man, don’t waste food!” a voice you recognised all too well spoke, whilst a hand made its way past your face and into the bowl of fruit Taehyung had so carefully prepared for the two of you. Long slender fingers wrapped themselves around the green stem of a strawberry. You followed the movement of the hand holding the strawberry to come face to face with the culprit.

“Hello to you too, Jungkook” Taehyung sighs, his smile instantly dropping. “What brings you here?” His deadpan expression was a good indication of how happy he was to see him.

“Uh, it’s lunchtime?” Jungkook looked at Taehyung as if he had grown a second head. “Is this not where we are supposed to eat lunch?” disposing of the green stem of the strawberry, he pops it in his mouth. You wanted to grimace, you had enough of Taehyung making a scene whilst eating that damned fruit. Now you are forced to witness the office heartthrob lick his fingers clean of the fruit juice that coated them. Simultaneously expelling a moan so sinful it was definitely not appropriate for office hours. You doubted it was healthy for your heart.

“Yes, but you guys in the graphics team have a separate kitchen. You know, the one you took from us last year? The big fancy one?” Taehyung was still bitter about that incident. It had been his favourite break room to spend time in. The room was spacious and had more than just a few tables scattered here and there, divided by a couple of couches where employees could lounge during their break. There was also a terrace with a lot more space and a pool table. Most importantly,Taehyung’s pride and joy, a gaming room. He would get lost in there during his break, and sometimes even after work until you would come and retrieve him worried for his health.

That is where he met Jungkook, and that is where he ruined your life by introducing you to said office heartthrob. At the time your department and his rarely interacted outside of company meetings. You were working as a business analyst and he was working as a graphics developer. Your jobs could not have been more different from each other.

Truth be told, you had seen Jungkook around the building on more than one occasion. You had the chance to speak once at a company gala in a drunken haze, where you realised you had a lot of interests in common. But you only got to know him the second time you bumped into him, when Taehyung decided to introduce you two. His handshake and shy presentation told you he was too drunk to remember talking to you that night so you did not mention it either.

Once you’ve been introduced, his presence turned into one of the ones you sought out during lunch breaks, you became more aware of the rumours flying around the company. Out of all of them the ones you heard the most were about him and his love for “dining and dashing” all the women he had taken out on a date.

Normally, you wouldn’t be the person to listen to such rumours and allow them to sway your opinion of someone. But you had witnessed on one occasion how he had indeed left a woman in the middle of a restaurant and fled the scene. After that you wondered if maybe you should be more weary of him and his bad habits.

Talking to him in person was a completely different story. He seemed incredibly shy at the beginning, it took him a couple of weeks to be able to look you in the eyes. Taehyung would laugh and say it is because he had a crush on you but you doubted that. How could you believe that? Not when you lived in a world where lovers were predestined. You were born with a bond that tied you to someone else, a bond that's unbreakable. Your soulmate was made for you and only you. You could have other lovers until you found your true one, you have seen it happen on multiple occasions but once you found your soulmate and that bond was complete you couldn’t be apart from them.

Soulmates, a subject that ruined your life as soon as you became aware of it. At the age of ten you found out that all humans on this planet have a person they are meant to be with forever. A person that is yours, and only yours. At such a young age you fell in love with the concept. Fairies and princesses in the stories your parents would read you before bed, they all had their one true love. When you found out that you were meant to have one true love, a soulmate, you were beyond ecstatic. For years after, it was all you talked about and all you dreamt about. It all came crashing down when one rainy night your father had a car accident on his way home from work. The crash took a parental figure away from you. Aside from having had to deal with the pain of losing your hero, you also went through the misery of witnessing the painful heartbreak that comes with having a soulmate.

Your mother mourned for days, she could not eat or sleep, she withered right in front of your eyes. It was heartbreaking to experience your only remaining parent destroying themselves right before your eyes. You were only sixteen at the time and could not do anything to help alleviate the pain she was going through. So you helplessly stood at her side for another three years until one day, her soul finally gave up.

Her funeral was a relief for you, it meant she didn’t have to struggle anymore. The pain was gone. So, at the age of nineteen, you became an orphan.

Turning twenty and a struggling pen pusher, you met Taehyung in a cafe. You crashed into him soaking his expensive suit in coffee as you rushed out the door, late for work. Apologising profusely and promising to pay for his dry cleaning you gave him your number. That was the first time you had hit a stroke of good luck in years. Later that day, when a text came through from an unknown number you expected it to be an extortionate dry cleaning bill. Instead all that was written was: ‘Coffee’s on me next time (not literally though) haha.’ You couldn’t help but laugh, he gave you a place and time and signed it with Taehyung. That had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

For the first few years of your friendship you’d wondered if he was your soulmate; and so, despite your aversion to the concept, you two started dating. It was difficult not to like him, he was good looking and you two seemed to have a lot in common. It didn’t help that the sex was also great, you had to admit he knew what he was doing. But after one too many nights of netflix and takeaways at his apartment, which ended in his bed, you both decided that you were not the one for each other. So, two years into your relationship you separated. Fortunately, the friendship you two forged remained, your bond stronger than before. At the age of twenty three, you moved in together as housemates. It was the most logical thing to do, you were attached at the hip anyway and rent was too expensive for a single person to bear. Twenty four came and went, stressed and always low on money, when luck struck you for a second time the day Taehyung told you a position had opened in his team. You decided to apply and rejoiced when you got the job offer. That night you and Taehyung celebrated with pizza and champagne.

Here you are three years later having worked in the same company, being promoted from a trainee to a junior business analyst, and life couldn’t have been better.

There was one thing that bothered you, and that was the strange taste in your mouth that you had begun to notice. At first it was so faint that you didn’t notice it. As time passed, it got stronger and stronger, until you could not ignore the slight tangy, sweet taste that lingered on the tip of your tongue. It wasn’t a bad taste, in fact you quite liked it. You were just annoyed at the fact that you could not place it. You tried multiple foods which you thought may have a similar taste but none of them satisfied that craving. You hid this information from Taehyung for a while, not wanting to make a big fuss out of it until the day he found you rummaging through the fridge mumbling to yourself.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he stood in the doorway confused as to why your head was buried deep into the fridge. You jumped not having heard him move into the kitchen and looked at him in surprise. The sight that greeted him was something he was not expecting. The hilarity of your wide eyed expression paired with the cheeks stuffed full of cherries made him double over in laughter.

Mumbling something akin to “stop laughing at me, i had a craving” you stood up and walked to the table dejectedly plopping yourself down on a chair. Taehyung sobered immediately noticing the forlorn expression on your face and whilst still wiping the tears from his eyes he approached you and sat down. “What’s up chipmunk?” he could not resist making a jab at you. Sighing you started picking at a stray thread off your sleeve. You decided it was time to tell him what has been bothering you for months, despite fearing his judgement.

“Have you ever had cravings?” you turn to look at him, your expression so innocent that he could not make fun of you for such a trivial question. “Of course I have! All the damn time” he scoffed at you.

“No, no what I mean is; have you ever had a taste at the tip of your tongue, on your lips something that isn’t what you have eaten that day, but it is there continuously lingering in your mouth?” the more you were explaining this out loud the stupider you felt. Your own words were confusing even to you. But it seemed like Taehyung knew what you meant because in an instant he jumped up from his seat and looked at you wide eyed.

“Y/N!” the grin on his face intensified. “Do you know what this means?” he grabbed your shoulders in excitement. “It means that you have found your soulmate!” your eyes widened in fear, your body stiffened under his hold. Realising what he’d said, and how you felt about soulmates he backtracked quickly. “Nonono, it means you are close to finding your soulmate. It means you have met them at last!” When your frozen body refused to move he realised that maybe that was not the best way to phrase it either. But the damage has already been done. Wide eyed, you flew off the chair and rushed out of the kitchen towards your own room, slamming the door in the process.

You called in sick the next day, and the day after, not leaving your room until you were certain Taehyung had left for work. He tried on multiple occasions to coax you out of your room, but to no avail. You stubbornly refused to acknowledge him. Mulling over your thoughts in the comfort of your room, conflicted at the realisation that he was right. You had met your soulmate, just not completed the bond yet.

“Y/N, are you ok?” the worry in his voice broke your heart, but you were too absorbed in your own thoughts to respond to him.

Memories of your parents, together and apart, thoughts of your mother and her suffering, memories of you together as a happy family all swirling around in your head. It was all too much to bear, and in the end your brain gave up exhausted, only to wake up the next day and start all over again. For a week you stayed in your room, but when Taehyung decided that enough was enough he formulated a plan in his head hoping it would get you out of your room. If you refused to come out for him, he would have to resort to other methods. He would invite people over, he knew you would not be able to resist the temptation of being a good host. So that day he called your colleague and his friend, Jungkook.

Later on that night, you laid in bed, thoughts ruminating through your head at a fast pace when you heard voices from the entrance. You could easily recognise Taehyung’s voice, the low timbre echoing through the house. It was the second voice that you could not pinpoint, and so, intrigued you got off the bed.

Your joints ached, having sat in the same position for so long and your head hurt from exhaustion. You knew you probably looked like a mess but curiosity was eating at your insides. So you took the chance and opened the door slightly trying to peek into the corridor. Unfortunately, your room was the first along the corridor, right around the corner from the kitchen. The kitchen where Taehyung and his mysterious companion were now exiting from. Your delayed reaction ended up with them coming around the corner almost bumping into you. Gasping, your eyes took in the unknown person whose voice drew you out of your miserable state.

“Jungkook '' you yelped. Startled at the intrusion, you slammed the door in their faces, your back now leaning against the door. You didn’t ponder too much on Jungkook’s shocked expression or Taehyung’s pleased one. Your heart was pounding, and for a second the blood rush from the adrenaline made your ears ring and your lips tingle. You were so focused on your embarrassment that you didn’t even notice the lingering sweet taste residing on your tongue.

Sliding against the door to keep yourself from falling you tried to regulate your heartbeat by taking a few deep breaths in. After a few moments, your eyes opened and took in the darkness of your room. Deciding that you were calm enough you got up, your legs slightly wobbly from crouching for so long. Turning on the light you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was in disarray, your skin looked dull and the red that rimmed your eyes accentuated the eyebags under them. Grimacing at your appearance, you patted your hair trying to make it look more presentable only to give up after a few minutes. Throwing another worried glance at your door, as if you were expecting the boys to barge in at any moment, you contemplated going out there. You sighed deciding that you didn’t care if Jungkook would think you were impolite, you were not ready to face the world.

For the next couple of hours you tried to distract yourself from your thoughts accompanied by the loud hollers coming from the living room where the boys were playing video games. Too absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t realise how late it had gotten, the rumbling of your stomach waking you up from your trance.

Opening the door you listened intently but there were no sounds coming from the living room. You assumed the boys had finally fallen asleep do as quietly as you could you tiptoed to the kitchen. The corridor was dark, the only light coming from the TV in the living room where you assumed the boys had passed out. Turning on the light in the kitchen you contemplated stealing Taehyung’s last pack of ramen when a voice from behind startled you.

“What are you doing?” you yelped, not having expected to have company.

Jungkook stood in the middle of the doorway, his eyes bleary with sleep, his hair poofed up and judging by the groggy voice, still half asleep. You tried to ignore the way your heart somersaulted at the sight of his messy hair, the way his hooded eyes were blinking sleepily at you and the way his small yawn made him resemble a rabbit. He was adorable and for a second you entertained the thought of telling him that.

“Food” was all you finally replied, secretly trying to fix your messy appearance. Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment. You looked away trying to ignore his eyes on you. The silence that followed was awkward, neither of you knew what to say. “Uh, I don’t know if that rascal fed you but uh….would you like some ramen?” you stuttered trying to break the awkwardness. His stomach growled as if prepared for your question. You stared at him in shock for a couple of seconds before you burst into laughter.

Jungkook smiled at you bashfully, too embarrassed to respond so you took it upon yourself and pulled another chair out for him to sit in.

The silence that ensued was comforting, neither you nor Jungkook feeling the need to interrupt it with small talk. You observed amusedly the way his eyes seemed to lighten up at the sight of food, the way the corner of them would crinkle in excitement and the small satisfied sounds at the food gracing his taste buds was something you found adorable.

The feeling of contentment that enveloped you was entirely new. As the calmness washed over you, you realised it felt like coming home. Not knowing what to make of it you continued to stare at Jungkook, hoping that the answers were hidden somewhere in his smile. Catching you stare at him mid bite Jungkook stopped and tilted his head in confusion.

“Is there something on my face?” realising you were staring at him for a bit too long you squeaked in embarrassment.

“Ah, no no no I was just lost in thought.” Hoping he would buy that excuse, you offered him a bright smile.

Jungkook had known you were staring at him, and for a brief second, along with the spiciness of the noodles burning his tongue, he felt something smoky intertwine. He wondered if it was the food, but the taste was too distinct. In an instant he could place it, the taste of cigarettes. It was faint but he recognised instantly that ashy fragrance. He wondered if his soulmate was a smoker and if so why would the taste bother him now?

He found out about the soulmate connection years ago and how he was meant to figure out which person was meant for him. Meeting your soulmate was supposed to trigger a taste that was only attributed to them. His trigger happened a few years ago when he started working for the company. To say he was excited was an understatement. He has dreamt of meeting his soulmate for so long and to know that they were in proximity was exhilarating.

In his naive search for them he decided to accept all the requests he has gotten from his colleagues to go on dates. Unfortunately for him, he realised too late that it was not the way to find the one that was meant to be for you. Just like the concept of a soulmate, if it was meant to happen, it would happen. He realised too late and after too many failed dates that he could not rush the process. So he stopped trying. Until that one day when he saw you on the roof of the building, during lunch time. You had no idea that you were not alone, had you been aware of that fact you may have not gotten out your pack of cigarettes. Jungkook could tell by the way your foot tapped the ground impatiently and the way your hands kept grabbing at your hair that you were stressed. He sat in silence not wanting to disturb you as you seemed to be hyping yourself up about something. You didn’t interact that day, but in his head he knew he had found you. The taste of cigarettes on his lips was as strong as the smell wafting through the air.

Normally he would not have been happy about someone who smoked in his vicinity, the harsh smell causing his nose to tingle in an unpleasant fashion. Watching you stress smoke that cigarette with the knowledge that you were his soulmate he found himself unbothered by that knowledge. He knew who you were, your mutual friend being Taehyung. He had introduced you two as soon as you started working for the company.

He will always remember that specific moment, the time when you smiled shyly at him extending your hand. He felt an unusual warmth all throughout his body, but he didn’t realise at the time it was your soulmate bond tying itself together like the ends of two loose strings.

He tried with all his might to figure out whether or not you had the faintest idea about your soulmate connection and for a few months he would insist on taking his break on the floor below just so he could spend time with you. Your lack of interest towards him and his advances told him that you were oblivious. You weren’t treating him differently than you would treat Taehyung and for a while he questioned himself. What if he had been wrong? Instead of keeping up appearances, he let himself slip into the friend's mould. If he had been wrong then it would spare him the embarrassment, if he hadn’t been wrong then it would do him no harm to be friends first.

The memories still fresh in his mind he knew now that you were his soulmate. Still a bit tipsy from the wine he had shared with Taehyung earlier he plucked up the courage and jokingly asked, “Is it because I am handsome?” The shocked look on your face and the silence that ensued were far from comfortable. Slowly Jungkook could feel the heat of the blood rushing to his face and he tried his best to hide his embarrassment with a cough. “I mean-“

At the sight of his wide eyes and red cheeks you started chuckling, not being able to hold your composure for any longer. “It was bad, but you’re adorable.” This time your face turned beet red. You both looked at each other like deer caught into headlights for a few moments, only to dissolve into laughter once again.

That night you talked to Jungkook as if he was an old friend. It felt comfortable to share stories with him, to laugh and to make jokes. It felt good to be out of your head for once. The worries that had plagued your mind completely dissolved in between the laughter and the wine that you were sharing.

At some point during the night you both moved into the corridor in front of your room, both sat on the floor, your back leaning against the wall. Passing the wine bottle in between the two of you the conversation carried on into the darkness of the corridor. The only available source of light coming from the kitchen dimly lighting both of your faces, casting shadows across the floor. You didn’t know when you got so close to him, your skin prickling at the heat emanating from his body. Or when your head dropped onto his broad shoulder, your eyes fluttering, heavy with sleep.

“Y/N” Jungkook whispered and you hummed in response. The familiarity of the scene made him smile. You looked adorable, cuddled into his side, your eyes laden with sleep.

“What if I were to tell you I found my soulmate?” His voice was fearful but his heart was hopeful.

Wide awake now, your head snapped up. “What?”

Even though it was meant to be a whisper your voice reverberated through the corridor. Gasping you stopped to listen for any signs of Taehyung waking up. When the corridor stayed silent you breathed a sigh of relief and cleared your throat. “What?” you looked alarmed at Jungkook.

“Is it that bad? That I found my soulmate?” he looked wounded and you quickly tried to clarify. “Nonono, definitely not bad, just...i am surprised” you looked hesitant. You didn’t know what to make of that information, on one hand you wanted to be happy for him. Not everyone thought like you about the soulmate bond. On the other hand you couldn’t fathom the idea that he may have found his intended love in life. The pain blossomed in your chest and you readily assumed the reason behind that being your aversion towards the concept.

“But what if….” Jungkook stopped. He looked unsure of himself and something pulled at your heartstrings. In an attempt to comfort him you placed your hand on his grasping it gently.

“What if, the soulmate doesn’t want me” he tried again, his voice meek. You gave him a sympathetic look, in a way you could relate to his worries. “There is no way your soulmate wouldn’t want you” you tried to ease his worries, your hand subconsciously tightening its grip on his. Jungkook didn’t respond looking lost in thought and for a moment you thought you had said the wrong thing when you felt his fingers intertwined with yours. The feel of his warmth combined with the softness of his hands cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The feeling so foreign to you, but not unwelcome.

“But what if I said my soulmate was you?” he tried again, his grip tightening, as if he was afraid you might slip through his fingers. Your heart stopped, your mind trying to catch up with his words. Taking the risk, Jungkook slowly cupped your face. Leaning towards you until your lips were only one whisper away he stopped. His warm breath fanning over your face, it smelt sweet, tangy. Before you could process your thoughts bumped his lips onto yours in a timid touch. Once, twice, three times, his lips ghosted over yours.

You could not react, the surprise from his confession still wrecking havoc through your body. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his soft lips touch yours with a bit more conviction. You almost allowed yourself to melt into the kiss a small moan leaving the back of your throat. He tasted sweet, just like...you could not place the taste, and yet it seemed so familiar.

You jolted out of the trance pulling away from him entirely, almost sliding yourself on the opposite side of the corridor. Like a deer in headlights you observed his every move, ready to flee the scene if he got too close to you. “Y/N”, Jungkook tried to reach a hand towards you. You flinched away from him and he halted. You looked scared of him. He could feel his heart break in two at the sight of your distress.

“Y/N” he tried again but you would not have it. You were unable to listen to any reasoning, your fight or flight reaction at an all time high. “Please go” you managed to utter.

When he tried to approach you again you let out a sob, the emotions of your revelations catching up with you. “Please” you pleaded, looking at him in despair. Jungkook’s heart dropped. The look on your face told him you wanted him gone, and as much as it hurt him he would listen to you.

Giving you one last pained look he turned around on his heels and walked down the corridor, swallowed by the darkness of the apartment. When with a click of the front door you knew he was gone, and you broke down in tears.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Taehyung, fully awake, having heard the front door close and your sobs echoing through the apartment, rushed to your side.

“I fucked up” was the only thing you could mutter over and over again. Taehyung was confused. Looking around him trying to find something that may indicate the reason for your cries, he spotted the wine bottle by your leg. Alarmed, he picked it up. “Fresh notes of strawberries”....

“Y/N are you daft? This has strawberries in it!” he tried to pry your hands away from your face to check for any signs of swelling. Your incessant cries lessened at that. Taehyung could barely discern what you were saying and so instead, he hugged you tightly to his chest letting you cry it out.

“I think I know the taste that has been bugging me” a couple of days after that night, you were in the break room with Taehyung prepared to have your lunch break. You had been successful at avoiding Jungkook, and you had a strong suspicion that he had stayed out of your way on purpose. That lessened your worries, you didn’t know if you would be able to confront him about what had transpired between the two of you.

“Really? What, when and how?” you could tell Taehyung was trying to hide his excitement underneath his grin. You refused to give him more information on the subject, not yet ready to talk about it. But if you underestimated something, it was his ability to put two and two together. “Is it Jungkook?” you stopped dead in your tracks, your heartbeat picking up the pace. At your reaction Taehyung almost grinned, he was happy his two friends had discovered each other. His grin faltered at something behind you.

You tried denying it, telling him he was mistaken. but with the sweet taste of strawberries lingering on your lips, even you knew that there was no mistake.

“Uhh, Y/N, I have to rush, I forgot that I needed to send some documents over” he quickly got up and rushed out of the room. Your bewildered eyes followed his retreat only to come across the man that had just entered the break room. You gasped at the sight of his athletic frame dressed in the dark coloured suit he normally wore for work. He looked handsome.

“Jungkook” you acknowledged him with a nod. He stood there looking at you for a moment, a strange look on his face as if he was prepared to say something but then changed his mind at the last minute. Instead he mirrored your nod and headed towards the coffee machine.

He passed by you in an attempt to reach for the pods that were on the table behind you. To get to them he had to step around your still body. You could not move, still in a daze, your lips tingling from the kiss you two have shared earlier. Your hands were trembling and you tried your hardest to stay calm and not give away the mixed feelings raging through your body. You cleared your throat and looked away in an attempt to hide your blushing face from him. Jungkook took you in silently, he didn’t know what to make of your reaction. Earlier when he had kissed you, your lips moulding together, you pressed tightly against his form, hands raking through his hair. You seemed to be reciprocating the feeling but now, when you were acting like a deer caught in headlights, he was not so sure of himself anymore.

Cautiously he approached you, his gaze unfaltering, he was afraid that if he stepped over the line you would run away from him again. He didn’t know if his heart could take it.

He couldn’t imagine that if you’d figured it out you’d react to him like this. He was waiting for you to realise it was him. However, the blank look on your face and your stiff posture told him otherwise. The soulmate connection urged him to take you in his arms and take the pain away, to make it better. But you didn’t know yet it was him, and he debated whether or not he should tell you. His heart lurched in pain, he didn’t know how to approach the issue. Knowing himself he’d make a stupid comment which would drive you further away. So he settled for actions rather than words.

It felt like an eternity until he reached you, toe to toe, his hand hesitantly cupped your face. You couldn’t move, your breath coming into short pants, your heart flipping inside your chest. For a second you feared you would faint, but the warm touch of his hand kept you grounded and so you focused on that. Closing your eyes you leaned your head onto his hand soaking up the comfort. Even though you were apprehensive about Jungkook and your connection, he has been nothing but kind and understanding to you. His awkward demeanour paired with his confident looks, an endearing combination in your eyes. After that night you two spent together in the corridor of your apartment you understood very well why most women in your company fell in love with him. What you didn’t understand though, was why he would break their hearts like that. Thinking about the rumours once again your eyes snapped open and you pushed his hand away.

“Jungkook,” you cleared your throat. You needed to get your feelings off your chest otherwise you would implode. You wanted to make sure you were both on the same page. You didn’t want to end up heartbroken like any of the other women in the office. Your stomach lurched at that, the thought of him rejecting you like he did those women sending shooting pains through your whole body.

Jungkook’s hands stayed a few centimeters away from your face, his face morphing into anguish. But as soon as it appeared, it was instantly gone, replaced by a smile, the same heartfelt smile he gave you the day you met. The day you had signed your fate. The day the taste of what you could place now as strawberries had invaded your tastebuds. He waited for you to say something, he was not going to push you, but his gentle eyes told you he was going to listen to whatever you decided to tell him. Taking a deep breath in you decided to continue.

“I- am not sure how to put this into words, so I am going to just come out with it.” tears pooled into your eyes at the thought of what you were going to say. He nodded but you could tell he was anxious by the way his hand helplessly dropped to his side and started fiddling with his pants. You blinked the tears away but they just kept coming leaving a hot trail down your face. The pain of losing your parents resurfacing at the memories flooding your head.

“My parents, they uh, died” you stumbled over your words, finding it very difficult to get a grasp over your emotions. You took Jungkook’s silence as a sign to carry on, “my dad passed away in a car accident, after that, my mother she uh” a sob wrecked through your body and you couldn’t carry on. Watching as your whole body broke down in front of him Jungkook decided to throw caution out the window and steadily wrapped his arms around you. In an instant you relaxed, the warmth and the comfort provided by your soulmate embracing you calmed you down enough for you to carry on with your story.

“My mother, she died heartbroken three years after my father” you sniffled embarrassed at the snot you could see on his shirt. Trying to pull yourself away from him you found yourself nose to chest with him as he tightened his grip on you. You didn’t have the strength to fight against his hold.

“Jungkook,” you pleaded, slumping against him, your forehead resting on his warm chest. In that position you could hear his heartbeat, the strong thump reverberating through you. The knowledge that you were about to break that rhythm pained you. “I don’t want to have a soulmate.” A fresh wave of tears soaked through his shirt. Jungkook felt as if your sobs had not only penetrated the material but also his heart, the coldness that gripped him rendering him speechless.

Despite the unbearable ache that your words have caused him, he remembered that you were also suffering. He decided that his pain was irrelevant to yours, the soulmate bond that forged between the two of you pushing him to alleviate your sorrow and forget about his own.

“Y/N” his voice sounded foreign to him, the anguish seeping through. He cleared his throat and tightened his grip on you, trapping your arms in between the two of you. You knew you were being selfish, your hard words chipping away at his heart. Despite that he was being patient and understanding, lending you the last of his strength. “Don’t, please” was his last attempt at asking you not to crush him. A plea followed by a soft kiss on the top of your head, his own tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

His words pierced through you, a heavy feeling settling in your chest. It felt as if someone had placed a weighted lead over your heart. Your mind was fighting against the soul’s desire to mould together as one, to form that bond fully. But by doing so, you were fighting against the laws of the soulmate connection, the broken promise of being together forever caused you to feel agony like never before. Desperate, you managed to free your hands and wrap them around him, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back in an attempt to steady yourself. You let the pain course through you, letting Jungkook’s soft cries in your hair be a reminder of your self-serving fears. His breath was hot on the crown of your hair, his breath coming out in broken gasps and you finally understood.

This is what your mother had experienced. This is the pain she must have gone through when your father was gone. Only, you were voluntarily putting yourself and him through it.

You felt despicable, but most importantly, you were terrified. Thoughts running through your head, scenarios in which you and him were bonded and living a happy life, only for it to be swept from under you. You didn’t think you could bear that, but you knew that what you were doing now was not right either. There was no such thing as a bandaid when it came to a soulmate bond. You would suffer forever and it never got easier.

“Y/N, please talk to me.” Jungkook’s voice wavered but his tears had stopped. He was doing his best to stay strong for you. Burying your head into his inviting shoulder you inhaled his scent, it was something sweet. Sweet like that night when you kissed, that significant night when you realised he was yours and you were his. Trying to recall the happiness that you felt when you two kissed you whispered, “I’m afraid.”

Jungkook had never felt more helpless. Hearing you admit this felt even more painful than you rejecting the soulmate bond. He could do very little to alleviate your worries, he couldn’t promise you forever because he himself had no power over the future, but he could promise you that he would try his best to be there until it wasn’t possible anymore.

“I can’t promise you that we will last forever, but I can promise you that as long as we are alive and have a forever to fight for I will do my best to reach it” his soft words brushed through your hair, the hand on your back tightening its hold. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes, the hot trail competing with the warmth that was growing in your chest. His words were not enough to alleviate your worries, but they were enough to pacify the inner battle between your soul and your heart.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed your shoulders, breaking your hold on him. With some distance now in between the two of you, it was easier to look at him. Your heart broke at the sight of the tears silently running down his face, a contrast to the small reassuring smile he was offering you. If not for the pain in his eyes you would have thought he was crying for you only. However, his eyes spoke of agony for two. The relationship that was meant to be, the relationship that your souls craved and you had power over. The understanding encouragement he was offering told you that he would take whatever you decided. If your decision was to not pursue this, he would accept it and never question it. With this in mind you took a deep breath in, your hands hesitantly reaching out and wiping away at the trail of tears.

“I am afraid” you stopped glancing away from him for a split second. Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat anticipating your next words. You had the power to make him or break him, his heart in your hands. With your next exhale, you let all your worries out, your stance visibly relaxing.

“But I am not afraid to fight for a future forever, with you.”

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BEST FRIEND TROUBLES — miles bletchley x slytherin! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: tiny bit of insecurities

SUMMARY: when miles get put in a tough spot and made to choose between his best friend and his girlfriend, you fear that maybe you won’t be his first choice.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 593 words/ 2 minutes

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"HEY DAVIS, HEY MILZEY," y/n smiled as she sat herself down by the two best friends in the great hall.

"hi princess," miles kissed the cheek of his girlfriend.

"hey," tracey mumbled, playing the food on her plate with her fork.

"quidditch, i can't wait for the game later, you'll be cheering on the stands for me right?" miles raised his eyebrows.

"mhmm of course," y/n grinned as she tapped her pointer on his nose, "i'll be cheering for you as well trace!" y/n looked over to the girl sitting opposite them.

"mhmm of course," y/n grinned as she tapped her pointer on his nose, "i'll be cheering for you as well trace!" y/n looked over to the girl sitting opposite them.

tracey rolled her eyes as she let out a groan, slamming her palms on the table as she stood up and stormed out of the hall.

"is she alright? what's wrong?" y/n was worried by the girl's sudden outburst.

"i dunno," miles shrugged.

"should we go check on her?"

"nah she'll be fine, eat up darling," miles pushed y/n's plate closer to her.

"what's your problem davis?" miles asked as he sat across from tracey in the courtyard.

"nothing," tracey grunted, folding her arms.

"well it's obviously not nothing."

"ever since you and y/n started dating, it's like everything we do involves her. godric she's so fucking annoying all the time. and didn't she just break up with malfoy? i didn't peg you as someone who would date a slut." tracey spat.

"don't talk about my y/n like that, you of all people know what happened between her and malfoy," miles furrowed his brows in anger.

"are you really standing up for her right now?" tracey scoffed, "choose. me or her?"

"you can't make me choose tracey!" miles protested.

"i can. either me, your best friend of eight years or the girl you've been dating for barely a month."

miles sat on the ottoman in the common room by the fire, legs spread while he rested his forearms on his knees, fiddling with the fingers on his fingers, a solemn look on his face.

"hey miles?" y/n's soft voice broke miles out of his trance.

"um hey darling, can we talk?" miles had a straight look on his face.

"oh...um...yea," nervousness filled y/n as she took a seat on the loveseat opposite him.

"davis made me choose, either i stay being her friend, or continue to date you," miles sighed.

"oh...it's fine, i-i understand..i did really like you miles..alot," y/n voice shook as she began to stand herself up from the sofa.

"wait what? princess no," miles immediately grabbed onto y/n's hand, pulling her down on his lap.

"i chose you y/n, i'd always choose you," miles placed a hand on y/n's cheek.

"really?" a glimmer of hope filled the girl's eyes, but it quickly turned into guilt.

"yes really."

"but you shouldn't have, she's been your best friend since you were 9," y/n stared at the ground below her.

"if she was making me choose between the both of you, she doesn't deserve to be my friend at all," miles tilted her head up to make her face him.

"i don't regret my decision my love, not one bit. and don't you dare feel guilty, because even if i had to pick again, you will always be my first choice," miles tucked the strand of loose hair behind her ear.

y/n couldn't help but let out a small smile as his cheeks tinted pink.

"there's that smile i love, my beautiful y/n," miles cooed at the girl.

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[celestial-stoner-baby]

How was your Halloween?!

I saw that your daddy was up. They seem to treat you well!

Did you make anything spooky?

*wink wink*

⚠️TW Drugs, cnc, somno and breeding.⚠️

I would love to do spooky things with you. Something like chase you in the woods. Fuck you like the animal you hoped me to be. 🪓🪓🪓 😘

I would give you a running start kitten. Though I would let you run until you felt safe.

Only then would the real fun start.

There is nothing quite like the surprised screams that can only come from sweet things like you when they once thought they were safe.

Or maybe you would prefer I play with your head a little.

Your parents did tell you to *always* check your Halloween candy before eating it right?

Well, I'm not so sure you learned that lesson kiddo.

You see, I haven't actually been giving you smarties and sweeties. Really it amazes me how you're still up honey.

I should get you to bed. You look so sleepy.

Oh honey don't worry about jammies you won't be needing them.

I can't wait to show you what happens when you don't learn your lessons the first time angel.

~~~~~~~~~~

I look forward to your reply my sweet treat. ~🎃

My Halloween was great! Even if it didn't go as planned exactly. The plan was to watch halloween movies, make Halloween themed cookies and hot cocoa, and then camp outside for a couple hours so we could look at the stars.

Buuuttt what ended up happening is I went to the doctor because I messed up my ankle and knee, got to take a lovely shower while Daddy cooked me dinner! Oh we were also supposed to carve pumpkins but apparently try pumpkin carving kits don't exist in Louisiana anymore 🙄 and everyone knows Daddy would have either not let me use a knife, heavily policed me while I did so, orrr been a nervous wreck the entire time.

So not according to plan but still very lovely! How was your Halloween?

Oh yea! My Daddy was up, or rather down, because I'm in the south, they did pretty good for a Northerner.

Oh yes they treat me very well, I was absolutely spoiled the entire time. I don't think I made food for myself once in the entire two weeks that they were here 😅

(But also don't tell them I said so but they're abusive and my booty is definitely still sore)

We were supposed to make spooky content but didn't get around to it this time! We did make a little content though

🌳🌳🌳🌳

I have a red riding hood outfit if you wanna be my big bad wolf? 😘

You sound very confident that you'll catch me but I'm super sneaky and a good hider! And with a head start? You don't stand a chance!

🍬🍭🍬🍭

Oh course I learned to always check my Halloween candy but you're feeding it to me so I think the real problem is my blind trust and willingness to just open my mouth for you and let you feed me what I assume is candy

It wouldn't take too long for me to be fighting off sleep, barely holding my eyelids open, fighting hard to continue watching spooky movies, nor even paying attention to what you're feeding me

It wouldn't take much convincing to get me to bed though I would whine for five more minutes a couple times and pout when you don't let me wear cute jammies for you, might even fall asleep with a little pout on my lips if you coax me into bed quickly enough

But I don't understand, Mama, how am I supposed to learn the lesson you teach me if I'm asleeps ! 🥺💖

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Smoke || Jeon Wonwoo au

Paring: Wonwoo x Female reader

Genre: angst, friends to lovers, some fluff, slight smut

Warnings: cursing

A pair of hands land on your shoulders and you jump slightly, a squeak leaving your lips.

"Wonwoo! You scared me!" You hiss, clutching your chest, putting down the books in your hand. Your shift in the library is almost over.

Wonwoo gives you a soft smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Wanted to surprise you. I was free so I thought I'd walk you home." He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him slightly, knowing he was hiding something but you let it go for the moment.

"That's really nice of you." You mutter, arranging the books.

He says nothing but watches you do your work quietly.

"I have to stop by the convenience store, do you mind?" You ask as both of you walk side by side, accompanied by the night silence.

"No. Let's go."

You pick up the materials you needed and put them in the small cart, all the while wondering what's wrong with Wonwoo. You knew very well that he didn't visit you to walk you home but because something was bothering him.

You like Wonwoo, more than a close friend. You really liked him but he was rather oblivious to your feelings which you were glad about. You know Wonwoo is seeing someone and even if he didn't, he'd never reciprocate your feelings. As much as it hurt you, Wonwoo was a precious friend and you didn't want to loose him just because of your pathetic unrequited feelings.

You walk to the counter to pay, followed by a quiet Wonwoo who, once reaches there, picks one of the cigarette packets and takes out his money.

You look at him, a little shocked. It was been quite a while since Wonwoo smoked. It took a lot of work on your part to stop that habit of his and seeing him do it again made you upset and realize that something, indeed, was wrong.

"What's wrong, Wonwoo?" You ask once you step out of the store.

"What do you mean?" He doesn't meet your eyes but lights up a cigarette.

You watch him blow out a smoke and sigh,"You are smoking. I thought you said you didn't need to smoke while you're with me."

I don't feel like smoking when you're with me. I just need you, he'd said.

Wonwoo huffs out a breath and sits down at one of the stairs in front of the store. You take a seat beside, maintaining a safe distance from the smoke he breathed.

"Audrey broke up with me."

Oh, so this was the issue.

You don't say anything, instead stare at your feet. He speaks, "She left with that jerk."

"You saw this coming, Wonwoo." You speak quietly.

"Yea but I tried!" He snaps. "I tried my best so that this day would never come. I did everything I could and more for her."

You hated that he was hurt but your hate for how desperate he was for her is far more. You saw vile, ugly emotions of green and you hated the fact that the girl used him like that, while you'd give up everything to be longed by Wonwoo like that.

"You tried too hard Wonwoo. Sometimes letting go hurts less than holding on." The bitter words leave your mouth.

"What?" His brows furrow, irritated. You inhale deeply, "Wonwoo, you need to let her go. She's a bitch who doesn't deserve you. Stop pinning for her when you clearly deserve someone better."

"Don't talk about her like that," he steps on his cigarette and meets your eyes, a clear warning in his tone.

A humorless laugh escapes you as you rub your temples, "Okay seriously?" You stand up, your patience running thin, "Stop acting like a fucking child Wonwoo. Grow up. It's not the end of the world of Audrey doesn't return your feelings.

"Is that your jealousy speaking?" Wonwoo stands up, towering over you, a challenge in his eyes.

You look at him flabbergasted. How did he...

"Yea, just because you think you're doing a good job hiding your feelings for me doesn't mean you really are. The whole campus knows you've got a thing for me so don't act like you weren't jealous of her."

Tears form in your eyes as you gape at him in disbelief. All your self control vanishes as you speak the next words, "Yes, I'm jealous of her! What I have for you is not just a thing, it's my sincere feelings unlike that bitch who has been toying with you since the past year!" You rub your eyes, not letting the tears escape, taking a step towards him. You speak meeting his eyes, "It's not my jealousy speaking because if I wanted, I could've broke the two of you up a long time ago. I'm saying this because I'm tired Wonwoo! I'm tired of being your punching bag! I'm tired of seeing you get hurt repeatedly for someone who doesn't give two shits about you! You always end up getting hurt and I'm the one who collects all your broken pieces. I'm the one who made you stop smoking. I'm the one who holds you together when you fall apart. I've always been there for you Wonwoo but...now I'm wondering... why? To be treated like this?" You voice grows small as you choke back on your tears. Wonwoo looks at you, his jaw clenched and hands fisted.

"I'm done Wonwoo. You're a precious friend to me and I hid my feelings cuz I didn't want to loose you for that. But I'm done being used. I'll see you if you truly want to be friends with me." You whisper and turn around, desperate to escape from his presence.

-

Weeks have passed by since your last encounter with Wonwoo. As your finals are near you try your best not to think about him; instead you busy yourself with studies. It's the weekend and after a full day of studying you sit in front of the TV, grumpy about the fact that there isn't anything delicious to eat. You contemplate on ordering online when there's a knock on your door.

Wonwoo, the last person you expected, stands there with his hands full of bags. He speaks, "Thought we should have dinner together." You stare at him, astonished at his casual behavior, like nothing happened between you two.

He steps in and places the bags on your kitchen counter, emptying them. You eye the contents - fried chicken and fries with beer, stuffed donuts.

"Go wash your hands. I'll serve them."

"What are you doing Wonwoo? I'm pretty sure you are at the wrong address." You speak watching him plate up. He pauses before his eyes meet yours and he sighs softly, taking a seat on your kitchen stool.

"I've thought a lot about us in these few weeks. And I realized a lot of things. For one, I took you for granted when you are literally the best thing that happened to me, y/n. I... I used you and for that I'm really sorry. I sorry for being a jerk that day when everything you said were true. I'm sorry about so many things."

You stare at the floor not meeting his eyes, arms crossed over your chest as you try to keep your emotions at bay.

"I can't imagine a life without you." He whispers, "I'm not complete without you. You're the one who has held me together until now. You're the one who has been with me through thick and thin. You - you make me want to be a better person. If... if it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost. I'm so glad you came into my life y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your heart breaks and a stray tear rolls over your cheek. Wonwoo seems to notice as he stands up and cups your cheek, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'll leave if you want me to. I just wanted to see your face and tell you I'm sorry. It has been so long."

You meet his eyes as you place your hands over his, "So what is your point Wonwoo?"

He sighs, "My point is, I don't want to be friends with you. Well, I technically want that but not just friends. I want to be your boyfriend, you best friend, I want to be your everything."

"Are you sure about this? Are you really over Au-"

"Fuck Audrey, fuck everyone. It is you. It was you since the very first moment. I'm sorry it took me so long to understand."

You heart swells with love and you can't hold back anymore as your lips clash with his. You thread your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands find purchase on your waist. Soon enough he's picking you up and putting you on the kitchen counter as his hands tug on your shirt. "Wonwoo, what are you doing?" You gasp, breathless.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he murmurs, planting kisses along your neck as his hands travel all over your body,accompanied by your soft sighs and moans.

"The food will get cold."

"Yeah? Well the food can wait but I can't." He attaches his lips to yours again, picking you up and heading for your bedroom. "Someone's really horny." You smile against his lips.

"Well you are not any better." He retorts putting you on the bed and softly kissing your cheek before taking off his shirt.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"Mmhmm."

He smiles,"I gave up smoking, for good. I really, only need you."

A/N: Happy Birthday to our precious bag of luck and my bias wrecker,Jeon Wonwoo. This one is dedicated to him. And thanks to y'all for loving my previous work, it really made me very happy :"). As always, feedbacks are appreciated! 💖

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Fourteen)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Thirteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Fifteen

We stopped in front of the new location of The Art of Taste, where a group of people were waiting to enter. The entire facade was lit with small bulbs wrapped around the bushes, which framed the outside.

My mom is the first out of the car, excited, barely expecting Luke and me. She takes the lead, going straight to security and showing us our invitations.

“She's very excited”. Hemmo comments from beside me, offering me his arm.

“You have no idea.” I open a smile.

We followed my mother as she led the way, looking for Mr. Marshall. I appreciate the decor of the place and fall in love with the small wooden bridge that leads into the restaurant, passing by a pond with koi.

"Debra! You came!” Mr. Marshall approaches as excited as my mother. “You’re stunning.” her cheeks blush.

“Oh, not that much. It's an old little dress I had in the back of the closet.” she lowers her head shyly.

"Didn't she say she bought the dress today?" Luke whispered confusedly to me, almost making me laugh. I watch the two lovebirds praising and flirting like two teenagers.

"Marnie! I'm happy for your presence too.” he hugs me. “You must be Luke! Debra talks about you a lot.” he opens a sympathetic smile.

Subtly, I widen my eyes at my mom, wanting to scold her, but she just shrugged, ignoring me. Luke smiles sympathetically and handles the situation perfectly.

Mr. Marshall takes us to a more private table and away from the window for more privacy. I sit next to Luke, having a full view of whoever enters the restaurant.

“I'm going to have the menu degustations served, and if you don't mind, I'm going to steal Debra for a while.” he smiles at my mother.

“Be my guest!” I open a tight smile, very happy for them.

"Is there something I should know?" Luke asks me after the two walk away arm in arm.

“They're in love, but they don't know what to do.” Summary, still watching the them.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about it." Luke repeats the same thing I said yesterday. I let out a laugh, disbelieving his audacity.

“Sorry, there was no time.” I raise my eyebrows, like he does.

Yesterday was a special night with Luke. After Urban Light, we went to Santa Monica, to sit on the sand and watch the sea, illuminated by the lights from the pier. It was fun to have this time with him without anyone looking at us like fools for whatever move we made.

It was nice to meet him and know everything he likes and dislikes, as well as getting to know the band's history better. For moments like this, just the two of us, I could let him get closer, totally letting my guard down and creating a better relationship.

Of course because of this endless conversation we had and cause we got super late back home, today I woke up looking like a zombie and only managed to get out of bed by a miracle. But even tired, I would do everything exactly the same, just to be able to spend this time with him.

"Should we wait for the girls?" I question, seeing a board of small toast and various types of sauces and pates being served to us.

“I believe not!” he's the first to take the toast and dip it in a red sauce.

I follow him, quickly taking two and sinking into the same sauce. Tomato and basil. I let out an exclamation when I taste it. I start to eat more, after all, I didn't even have time to have lunch today and I didn't even want to, because I knew I would eat here.

I had invited everyone to come to the opening today, but only Luke, Leah, and Kyleen agreed right away. Calum, Ash and Noah had other commitments and Michael also tried to use this one, but Ashton soon revealed the lie, saying that he was actually going on a date, with that Sophie.

"You didn't have lunch today, did you?" I stop the toast in the air, mouth open, watching Luke look me curious.

“I didn’t have time.” I answer a little embarrassed.

“Well, if we run out of those toast, just ask for more.” he takes one more, sinking now into a green pate. I watch his face, trying to guess what that would be.

“Pesto?” I ask, looking at the pot. Luke denies it. I smell the content not identifying much.

"A bitter taste." he make a face. “No! It's a good bitter.” he adds quickly.

When I least notice, Hemmings and I are playing russian roulette with sauce and pates. We just don't know how to just eat quietly, we have to play.

"Bad?" I ask, watching him close his eyes and wrinkle his nose. Luke nodded, swallowing and eating another toast with the tuna pate, which was what we liked best.

"A taste of… I can't explain it. Eats!” he offers me the toast with the white pate and small green bits.

“No! Don't you know what it is and want to push it to me?” I drop the toast on my plate, wanting distance.

Interrupting our little discussion, Leah and Kyleen arrive.

“Sorry we’re late. There was an accident on the expressway. Have you started eating yet?” Leah glances across the table sulkily.

"M&Ms didn't have lunch." Luke hands it to me. I slap his arm.

“Great, there are two of us.” Kiki smiles, already eating some toast. "What is this one?" she points to the weird pate.

“We haven't eaten yet, but try it there.” Hemmings encourages, surprising me with his performance. I stare at him laughing.

Like Luke, Kiki grimaces, disapproving of the pate. I offer my glass of juice to her, which she drinks in one gulp.

“This is horrible. What is that?” she whispers disgustedly.

Luke steals the menu from the next table, looking for the pate. I squint at the ingredients: ricotta, gorgonzola and pickles. I understand why it's horrible.

It doesn't take long and more stuff arrives at our table. Once again, we started our russian roulette, trying everything out and grading, as if we were at MasterChef. We really don't have maturity for anything.

Looking at the restaurant entrance, I start nudging Luke, flustered, discreetly asking him and the girls to look too. Surprised and excited, we watched Michael approach our table, hand in hand with a girl shorter than him.

“Is it her?” I try to contain my excited voice.

“It's her!” Hemmo confirms.

“Okay! But who is she?” Kyleen asks, lost.

“They met at a game match and now Michael is in love.” I almost run over my words, trying to deliver the information before they arrived.

"I didn't tell you." Luke already takes his off the line.

“Hey!” Michael sighs standing next to the table.

“Hey!” aside from Luke, the girls and I were all smiles.

“This is Sophie! My friend.” Mike introduces. The girl with dark hair and two streaks white, like Narcissa in Harry Potter, smiles shyly.

“Sorry for the delay, we got lost.” her voice is low.

“Actually, I didn't want to come.” Michael doesn't even bother to lie. If it wasn't a public place, I'd throw a shoe on him.

Sophie excuses herself and heads to the bathroom as we pull another table for them. Michael sits across from Luke, leaving Sophie in mine and Leah beside her.

“Please, I'll pay you whatever you want, but don't embarrass me.” Mike begs. “I like her a lot.” he admits it quietly.

"Awn!" me and the girls hold hands, dying of love.

“I hate you.” he declares.

“To show that we are willing to help, do not eat the white pate. It’s not from this world. And not in the good way.” Leah warns him.

Sophie returns to the table, taking a seat across from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how Michael's posture becomes tense. He's so into her. Without needing much, we start a conversation and Sophie slowly walks in, forming a group.

“This gaming field must be shit, right? I mean, for who is a woman, isn't it?” Kyleen asks.

“Yea! No man likes to lose to a woman. They never accept that I play better than they do. Cause of this, when Michael called me, I thought he was going to argue with me.” she gives a shy smile.

"Actually, I was going to ask for my shield back." he gives an ashamed laugh.

"And complain to me how you lost." she completes, making him laugh. The way they look at each other makes my heart melt.

The four of them get carried away on a subject as I approach Luke.

“They're really cute.” I whisper.

"I think we're both a lot cuter." he snaps, smiling. I open a smile, denying the way he's sassy.

“You were not like this.” I comment with a smile. I take my gaze to the hall, finding my mother walking with Mr. Marshall, still arm in arm. "I think they're cuter than us." Luke follows my gaze.

“All right! She's your mother, I'll give you my arm. Do you think they'll be together?”

“I hope!”

“Are you gossiping about Debra?” I am startled by Kyleen approaching me and joining in our conversation.

"What's the gossip with Debra?" Leah already turns her attention to us.

"Is there gossip about Debra?" Michael leans against the table, moving closer.

I look at the curious faces trying to identify how my mom became the subject of the table. If she knows this, she will kill me!

"Don't let her know that." I declare before I lean against the table and tell her about my mother and Mr. Marshall.

Friday

I feel terrible, not only for the cramps and indisposition, but mainly for having to cancel with Luke. I've waited so long for this date and now I'm here, lying on the couch, suffering for being born a woman.

“Here.” Leah hands me a pain killer and a hot water bottle. I lay my head on her lap, wanting to cry. “It's OK.” she repeats calmly as she cuddles me. She knows why. “You can go out next week, he won't change his mind until then.”

“I know he won’t, but…” I catch my throat, not wanting to accept that I would cry about this, but I can't control it, letting a few tears fall. Damn hormones. “I don't know if I can make it another week, I was so excited.” my voice crack it. “Stop laughing!” I scream when I feel her body move.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But you look so funny like this. Sorry.” she hugs me, holding back her laughter.

Before I can complain, the doorbell rings and I'm grateful that Kiki has finally arrived with food and a lap where I can cry more. Leah runs to open the door and I feel my heartbeat stop for seconds when his voice reaches me. I lift my head, seeing him come in full of bags and a Petunia on a leash.

“What are you doing here?” I quickly dry my face and try to fix my hair. I look awful. Luke looks at me confused and opens his arms, as if the answer is wide open there.

“I came to take care of you, of course.” he laughs. Leah is behind him, smiling like hell.

I sink my face into the pillow, wanting to cry more. I don't deserve him. I don’t deserve. Luke lets go of Petunia, who runs off to try to climb onto the couch and lick me. Leah helps Luke empty the bags in the kitchen.

While they straighten everything out in the kitchen, I go back to tidying up my appearance, trying to look at least presentable.

"I brought some soup that Calum made. Pain killers, sweets and some facial masks, This always helps you relax and get better.” he comes closer and I just want to bury myself. I look awful.

“I can't believe you came here and still brought all this.” my heart melts at the attitude and smile he gives.

"I'm sorry if you thought you were going to get rid of me." he sits beside me with a bowl of soup, pleasant smell by the way. I move closer, almost getting under his arms and snuggling into his chest. However, I still keep a safe distance and control my urges to cling to him.

“Well, since you’re very well cared for and accompanied. I think I'm on my way.” Leah still has the smile. “Get well.” she kisses my cheek. "Anything, call me. And you, take good care of her.” she orders Luke.

“Promise!” he raises his right hand.

Leah left, leaving us alone. Petunia lying on my lap, curious about the hot water bottle. Luke beside me, holding the bowl and spoonful of broth toward me.

"You know you don't have to spoon-feed me, don't you?" I ask before opening my mouth.

"Can you let me take care of you?" he counters, falsely sulking.

“You can, just don't need…”

“Sh-sh! Eat the soup.” he advances another spoonful into my mouth. I roll my eyes, silent.

"Calum who did it?" I ask impressed, after a few spoonfuls.

“He's been taking some cooking lessons, especially now that he's turned vegetarian.”

"You should do it too, to stop making eggs in the microwave." I let a fake smile in the end.

"Worried about me?" he asks smiling.

"Shut up and give me the soup." I ignored him, taking a deep breath and not smiling under his amused gaze.

Between spoonfuls, I play with Petunia, already feeling much better. At least the urge to cry has passed.

"You said you brought candy." I knelt on the couch, watching him carry the bowl of soup to the sink. Luke laughs, grabbing some white and pink boxes from the fridge.

“Yes, I believe sugar can help.” he puts the boxes on the table and pulls Petunia onto the rug. “You don’t!” she barks. “You can’t!” she barks louder. “Hey! Come! I'll give you your food.” I watch her follow him into the kitchen.

I open the first white box seeing a generous piece of Red Velvet. I pick up the fork he brought and already steal a piece. In the second box, I find four cupcakes and four donuts. My eyes widen as I open the third box.

"Did you go to Mr. Marshall's restaurant?" I question shocked.

“Yea! You said you liked his chocolate cake. He made this one especially for you.” I look at the smaller size cake.

“I don't remember him decorating with M&Ms.” I comment, stealing a piece already.

“Oh, I asked him to do it.”

I close my eyes, letting my body react to that information any way it wants to. He asked them to put M&Ms on my cake because he knows I like it.

Luke returns to sit beside me, picking up a white chocolate cupcake. I hold the box of Red Velvet in my lap, recklessly eating the cake.

"Argh! I feel so guilty. I'm going to get fat like this.” I complain, but without stopping eating.

“You are indisposed, you can eat what you want. Tomorrow we worry about our weight.” Luke speaks with his mouth full.

"I thought you didn't like red desserts." I comment, watching him take a full fork of my cake.

“How do you know that?” he looks at me curiously. Then I realize I've been cornered.

“In an interview last year.” then I fill my mouth, making it impossible for me to continue the conversation.

"Are you still googling me?" he puts again that amused/satisfied smile on his face.

“Of course, you were my boyfriend. I need to know what kind of people I'm getting involved with.” I shrug.

“I understood. Well, I really don't like it. I don't understand the need to make it red.”

“It's to be more aesthetically beautiful. It's like wearing makeup. You use it and looks more beautiful, it enhances your beauty.” Luke stares at me, holding back his laughter. I've seen this same expression when I defended my M&M’s organizer.

“Well, I know you're crazy about this cake, so I brought it.” he shrugs, like it's no big deal. But for me it's something. If Luke still has any intentions of winning me back, he's doing great.

“Thanks.” I advance toward him, kissing his cheek in shyly. I notice Luke is ashamed too, but maintains his pose.

After we stuff ourselves with candy. Luke and I were in the bathroom, trying to put on those face masks. At first I thought he brought it just for me, but when I saw him putting it on, I understood that he would participate body and soul in that night with me.

“This isn't right.” he comments still struggling with that piece of material.

"You didn't put it upside down, did you?" I approach trying to help.

“No! The eyes are here. So why don't stay?” I see the mask slip off his face. I hold back a laugh, taking the material from his hands.

"If you take the cape off, it stays." I pull out the plastic that holds the oils and put it on his face.

“Makes more sense.” he comments, watching me massage his face. “I need to shave.” he says as I massage his cheeks.

“No!” the answer comes out faster than I can think.

Luke stares at me in surprise at the revelation. With my hands still on his face, I notice the mood and walk away, drying my hands.

“And now?” I stare at him behind me in the mirror. Luke just raises his hands and shakes his fingers, demonstrating that we're going to get our nails done. The scene itself is so funny it makes me laugh. He's the best boyfriend anyone could have. "I think we'd better wait the twenty minutes for the mask, so as not to blur our work."

“Truth. Let's get back to the series then.” he turns around, his back to me, crouching down a little. I grab his shoulders and push off, climbing on his back. And like this, we go back to the room, on piggyback.

I go back under the covers, grateful that I'm sitting down because my legs are killing me. How can something that stays in the womb fuck my entire body? I shift uncomfortably, not finding a position that would make my legs stop hurting.

“Is it everything OK?” he asks, hitting play on The Office.

“My legs.” I answer softly, lying down on the couch with my head next to him.

“Turn. Put your legs here.” he pats his lap. I roll over on the couch, leaving my legs in his lap, where within seconds Luke starts massaging my legs.

I roll my eyes, feeling my body soften. A moan wants to escape, but I hold it with all the strength in the world, along with the treacherous declaration that explodes in my chest. They were three dangerous words that could mess with him more than anything else.

“You are incredible!” I exchange the words, feeling more secure in that expression. The blonde chuckles, shaking his head as he squeezes my foot.

I can't focus for a minute on TV. The feel of him touching my skin so gently and stiffly steals all my attention. I shift my gaze between him and the screen so I don't get so in the face that I'm staring at him.

After twenty minutes of the mask, we went back to the bathroom, washing our faces and then starting to do our nails. I'm sitting, glued to Luke, my hand propped up on a pillow in his lap as he applies the black nail polish. Once again I shift my gaze between him and the new episode, but I don't care if he catches me staring in the meantime.

"Did we do that a lot?" I inquire softly. Luke doesn't answer me with words, too focused on his work, just nodding his head positively.

“Especially when you were feeling bad, or when I was really tired and stressed out.” he complements after finishing a hand. “Tv shows, candies, beauty treatments and massage. Once you wanted to invent climbing on my back, massaging me with your feet.” he starts to smile, still focused.

“I'm sorry.” I lay my head against his shoulder. Let out a low laugh, focused on him.

“It wasn't one of our best ideas. But I can't deny that it wasn't good.”

"Were you happy with me? I mean, we had a good relationship, didn't we?” I question after a while.

Luke stops and stares at the wall, maybe thinking. I analyze your profile apprehensive about the delay. Then his eyes connect to mine. It's like a screen, I don't need the answer anymore, it's there, explicit in the glow of his eyes.

“Yes. I believe we had a great relationship.” he goes back to painting my nails, putting the last coat on.

“Itn't was those weird, honeyed types, was it?” curiosity takes me more every second. Luke holds back a laugh, denying it.

“No! I tried once, but you hit me with the pillow. But that's not our style either. It's like wanting Leah to be cute.” he shrugs. "Don't let her know that." he looked at me in alarm.

“I won’t! Honestly, I'm glad it's you here.” he stops and looks at me curiously. “You know…not that she's not amazing. Even because she was taking really good care of me, but…” I swallow with his gaze so fixed on me. Oh Lord, where are the words?! “You are you!” I shrug. "Don't let her know that." I ask in an alarmed way, as well as he.

“I'm me?” he turns more to me.

“Yeah!” I take a deep breath, trying to find myself in the mess I decided to make. “You seem to know how to handle this whole situation and cause…" Why is it so hard for me to say that I enjoy his company? “You know…I like being with you.” I whisper, wanting to crumble into thin air and disappear.

I lower my gaze, not holding that moment. I've known Luke for a month. I know that he only has size and age in his identity, that inside he is as child and silly as the guys. But there's something about him, so subtle and unobtrusive, that intimidates me so much.

“I like being with you too… but something tells me you already know.” the playful tone breaks the pit of shame I was in. I open a shy smile, going back to watching him finish painting my nails.

“Can I ask you something?” I question fearfully, after he finishes. Luke nodded. "How was that day? The one from the accident.”

He just stops. His jaw locks and that glint in his eyes fades. He leans back against the sofa, snorting. I feel bad for causing this discomfort. I'm even thinking about withdrawing the question, however, Luke is already starting to speak.

“You had gone to rehearse for Vogue and then we were supposed to go to lunch cause I turned off your alarm, and then you were late and we can't have breakfast together.” he narrates quietly and with a lost look.

"Why did you turned off my alarm?" I frown, confused.

"Cause I thought that way you'd stay home with me." I pick up my lips, pressing them together so I don't laugh at his pout. “Well, I was at the restaurant when it happened. The manager came to me and told me what happened, apparently was already on the news.” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I was the first to arrive, but you were already in attendance, so I only saw you in your room a couple hours later.”

"The nurse said you slept there." I comment quietly, letting my mind wander to that day. Your cheeks are easily pink.

"I wasn't leaving your side." he answers in the same tone.

“Sorry I got you into this. And for being stupid the first time we met…again.” I add.

“It's OK! I mean, it was kind of good.” I widen my eyes, not understanding. “By making you fall in love with me again, I also ended up falling in love with you all over again.”

My heart races. The revelation takes me by surprise, not giving me time to hide the stupid grin gaping at my face. I roll my eyes, looking at the TV, which is currently playing with Jim asking Pam on a date. Ironically, she had the same stupid smile as mine.

"I never said I'm in love with you." I try to maintain my dignity, or whatever I'm supposed to maintain at a time like this.

“It's just a matter of time.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shrug. “You've already admitted that you like being with me. For those who hated me in that hospital, enjoying my presence is already a big step forward.”

I bite my lip, closing my eyes. He can’t be serious.

"I never said I hated you." I look at him, who was focused on the TV.

"And you never said you're not in love with me either." he blinks, smiling in amusement.

“I hate you!” I say loud enough.

“In seventh grade, when a girl said she hated a boy, it's because she liked him.” Luke comments, leaving me speechless, my mouth hanging open. "I will take your silence as a yes."

I kneel down on the couch, taking the pillow from my lap and hitting it. Hemmings starts to laugh as he shields himself from the flurry of beatings I give him. My God, how I hate him.

I return to sit on the couch more relieved, but still with my heart pounding. It's a mixture of very random feelings. I want to hit him at the same time I want to kiss him as I sink his head into the coffee table, telling him how much I like him.

The desire to let these feelings take over me fascinates me. But that's not how I wanted everything to happen between us. Expected to be a little more romantic, with me more tidy and less messy.

"You made me smudge my nail." Finally, I accuse him, sulking.

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Nailed It!!

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Nobara x Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Red Book (18+) This post has mature, 18+ content. If you're uncomfortable reading it, feel free to scroll or click away. ||DISCLAIMER|| I'm not good at writing they/them stories when it comes to smut or 18+ so if I say something that offends someone of they/them pronouns let me know and I will do my best to fix it. Thank you! Smut|18+|Kinks|Oral Sex|Intercourse|

You're walking through your work building ready to leave. You're driving home and you see a woman curling up in an alley. You pull over and go into the alley to see what’s wrong. She points to something but you don’t see it, she points to it again and you don’t see anything, she points to it one. more. time and there it is a big monster. You have no idea what it is but your first instinct is to run. You grab the woman by the hand and drag her and you guys run for your lives. You guys finally lose the monster and are hiding behind a wall.

You look around by the corner and the monster isn’t there. Then, the monster pops up from above you guys and grabs you. All of sudden you drop back down just to see the monster fly to the ground with a puncture in its head.  A mysterious silhouette is walking towards you and a beautiful woman comes from the shadows. She said “Ha, nailed it!” as you look back at the monster he has a nail in his head.

She explains everything to the two of you and that the monster was a curse and that she kills them. The other woman runs away and disbelief so she takes me and tells me about it. She tells you everything and how you can enroll in the school so you enroll the next day.

You arrive at the school and see her training and you sit there staring at her thinking what you would do to her. How you would lic- “HEY! HEY! GIRL FROM YESTERDAY” you hear her screaming at you to come over to her. You walk over and say “I have a name you know” and she says “So do I. I’m Nobara Kugisaki, and you are?” “I’m y/n,” you say. She says “Well, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner y/n” you politely accept. She says “Okay, here’s my number send your address and I’ll be there to pick you up tomorrow at 8” she walks away inside the school and you yell “WHERE ARE WE GOING!” she continues walking. You chase her inside the school but...she disappeared.

You send her your address train a little and go home. The next day you go to school and she isn’t there. You head home and get a text from her saying “I might be there an hour early” you look and it’s 6:30. You hurry and get ready luckily you were ready on time. She picks you up and you say “Why so early?” she says “A little change of plans we have to get to dinner early.” you brush it off excited to go eat. 

You fall asleep in the car just to wake up and you’re there. But... the restaurant looks like a...house. She says “Welcome to my very nice house.” she walks in saying nothing else so you follow. As soon as you go in she takes you in her room and says “stay here I’m gonna go get changed” you say okay and she leaves You’re wondering what you’re doing at her house, she comes back and you say “Weren’t we supposed to be going to dinner?” she says “I don’t know about you but I’m about to eat for sure” she looks you up and down and you understand what she means immediately. 

You let out a nervous chuckle and say “What do you mean you're about to eat." she says "Why the nervous chuckle?" letting out a slight chuckle herself. She takes you to her room, "Lay down so that I can prep my food." she says. You lay down thinking she's gonna put on a movie and go cook dinner.

Next thing you know she gets on top of you and starts kissing your neck. You have a look of confusion but it was also very obvious to Nobara that you couldn't hold back the urge to let her do whatever she wanted to you. She gets off you and says "Hmm, I should go make the food." you get upset but let her do her thing. You turn around because earlier when you were running from the monster you hurt your back.

Nobara comes back in quietly to see you laying down. Thinking you're sleeping she says "Hello, My love" very quietly. She gets on top of you and starts massaging your back. As you drifted back into reality you let out a slight moan because of the pain your back was in. She looks surprised "Oh, I see someone is awake." she says.

You feel embarrassed so you play asleep. "Hmm, playing sleep I see." she leans down and starts sucking on your neck. You twitch from the pleasure of her touch she chuckles but plays along with your little game to see how long you last.

She proceeds to give you hickeys all over your body. All down your back until she got the most important part. She bites the part of your pants where the belt goes and takes your pants off. She looks at your whole body and says "DING! Looks like my dinner is ready." you don't even have to look at her to see the smirk on her face.

She starts to suck your clit, twirling her tongue around in circles. She proceeds to go up and down with her tongue flicking your clit. Then, she puts her tongue inside of you making circles almost hitting your g-spot. You are still playing sleep, she looks up and says "Look who wants to keep playing games. I'll show you I'm not the one." she leaves and you finally open your eyes, less than a minute later she comes back in.

You pop down in sudden fear scared to know if she saw. She picks up your leg saying "Let's how long you can "sleep" y/n" she puts her clit against yours. You "wake up" in sudden shock not knowing that when she went outside she took her pants off. She starts rubbing your clit against hers really fast before you can even think.

You start uncontrollably moaning from the pleasure you wanted all night from her. She smirks and says "Look who's awake." she starts going even faster. You gather yourself to look up at her and smirk, you had never seen such a look of fear on her face. You look at her and say "Hmm, did I fool you into thinking I was a bottom." you let out a laugh and put your hand around her neck choking her.

You move her by the neck and slam her on the bed "Hmm, let's see if this game is two-player" you say as you position your clit against hers. Just before you start you look at her and say "Are you ready?" She thinks you can't do anything so she says "Yea" you smirk really hard at her and say "Okay then, Game Start."

You hold onto her hips and grind as fast as you can. The sudden movement shocks Nobara into a sudden state of pleasure. You lean over to her ear still grinding and whisper "Let's see how long round one lasts." you get up and let out a loud laugh still grinding. Nobara is in an uncontrollable pleasure state also in a state of shock.

Unable to move or control her moans she cums. EVERYWHERE. she looks at you and laughs and says "Who knew you had that ability in you?" you both laugh. You guys are getting dressed and the doorbell rings. Nobara chuckles and says "Oh, yea. Dinner's here."

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The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader & Sam x Reader

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and some eventual smut once the story reaches that point.

Note: This is something I've had an idea of for awhile but just now getting the idea to form an actual story. Kind of a let's see how this goes project. I hope you guys enjoy! Don't be shy let me know what you think!

Chapter 4

Natasha and I started walking down the street. She said it was a nice day for a walk and I couldn't complain. I'd like to see more of the city and how its changed.

After walking around for about an hour while chatting and asking Natasha questions I felt I had a little bit of a handle on this new place but I'm still far from knowing everything.

"You hungry?" Nat asked.

"I could definitely eat." I laughed.

"There's a cafe on the next street that has some of the best food." She smiled wide as she lead the way.

If you didn't know the cafe was here you'd miss it easily. There was no sign only the name on the glass window. I followed Nat inside and up to the counter. There was a large sign on the wall behind the counter showing the menu. I scanned over it looking for something I wanted to try.

After we ordered we stepped to the side to wait on our food and drinks. Nat had ordered me some kind of coffee she called a French vanilla latte with caramel. She said it was to die for.

"After we eat I was thinking we could go check out that museum exhibit Grace mentioned. Maybe it can help you remember something about that guy." Nat said with a smile.

Before I could answer a young woman handed us our drinks. Nat smiled big as she took hers. I waited to take a drink as I thought over her offer.

"I appreciate it but I think that's something I need to do with Steve. If I did know this James Barnes then Steve should remember him." I stated simply.

"I'd definitely ask him about it when we get back. He should be there by now."

I nodded. Did Steve know this guy? If he does how did I forget him? If what Grace said was true then I shouldn't have forgotten him. I remember everything about my life and about Steve but not James Barnes. What happened to me to make me forget?

When our food was done Nat grabbed the bag. We decided to go back to the tower and eat there. I had too much I needed to talk to Steve about.

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As soon as I stepped off the elevator in the tower I heard Steve's voice. He was standing in the kitchen talking to Clint. Natasha walked over to the counter and sat the bag of food down. She pulled mine out and handed it to me. I sat on one of the tall stools with Nat beside me. Steve was standing on the other side in front of me.

"Where did you two go?" He asked us.

"To see Gracie" I said simply.

"Gracie? Your sister?"

I nodded then took my first bite of food. Nat was right it was delicious. It also went well with the amazing latte she had gotten me.

"That's great that you got to see her." Steve smiled.

"She gave me this." I said pulling the photo out of my pocket.

I handed it to him. He laughed the moment he looked at it.

"I forgot this photo even existed. Look at us. I was horrendous." He laughed shaking his head.

"You and Bucky" he smiled shaking his head again.

"You know him? Grace said his name was James Barnes."

Steve looked up at me with a brow raised.

"You don't know who he is?" Steve asked.

"No, I have no idea. I don't remember him at all." I kept my eyes on my food.

"How is that possible? You remember everything else right?" He asked sitting the picture down.

"Yea, I remember you and me. We were always together and causing some kind of trouble or exploring New York outside of Brooklyn. I don't remember James ever being with us." I explained after I took a few more bites.

"His nickname was Bucky. That's what most people called him. Everyone except you. You always called him Jamie unless you were mad at him then you'd use his full name. He was always with us. Every memory you have of just you and me Bucky was there too. There was always a spark between you two but you never acted on it. At least not until the night this photo was taken. You were upset thinking you'd never see Bucky again. When we found you after you ran off from us you were in tears. I let Bucky handle that one alone. I don't know what exactly happened but when you two met back up with me you were smiling and hanging off him. He always meant something to you and you were always his light. When we were together as the Howling Commandos he told me it was the small photo of you that he kept in his pocket that kept him going. Your light and happiness."

I just stared at him. How do I not remember this man who apparently meant so much to me? I picked the photo up to look it over again. Who is he? What kind of person? What did his voice sound like?

"What happened to him?" I asked not looking up from the photo.

"He died. I tried to save him but I failed. My best friend died right in front of me. The thought of coming back home and having to tell you scared the hell out of me." He gave me a small sad smile.

"Then you nose dived into the ocean and never got the chance." Natasha stated.

Steve nodded.

"I need to clear my head." I said getting up from the counter.

"Wanna help me train?" Nat asked.

"Train?" I arched a brow at her.

She nodded then hopped off her stool. She walked up the few stairs to where I stood. She wrapped her arm around mine then drug me down the hall.

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The training room was larger than I expected. There was equipment everywhere of every possible kind you could think of. Nat walked over to the wall and grabbed four gloves. She came back over to me and handed me two.

"I'm gonna help you let off some steam. I can't imagine what it's like having part of your life ripped from your memory on top of you waking up almost 70 years into the future." Nat smiled then grabbed my shoulders.

She turned me around then pushed me towards the punching bag at the far end of the room. She's right I do need to blow off some steam. I'm so tense. I need to clear my mind for a little bit.

I took my first swing at the bag. It was harder than I thought it would be.

"I want you to think about everything that's bothering you right now. As you think about it let that frustration come out in each swing." Nat explained.

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"I was kidnapped."

I punched the bag.

"Then they froze me."

I punched the bag.

"I wake up 67 years later."

I punched the bag.

"I have memories taken from me."

I punched the bag.

"Who was he?"

I punched the bag.

"Why take those memories from me?"

I punched the bag.

"And now I'll never know the answer."

I punched the bag.

"Because he's fucking dead!"

I punched the bag.

Both Natasha and I stood frozen. The bag I had been punching now laid in a pile a few feet from us. It was busted open. It's guts spilling out onto the floor.

"What the hell?" Nat breathed out.

"I don't know. I've never done that before." I panted.

"Jarvis, get Steve in here now." Natasha ordered.

I tore my gloves off and tossed them to the floor. How did my life change like this? I swear three days ago I was home with my sisters. In my home in 1946. Why did this happen to me?

Steve ran into the room closing the door behind him.

"What's wrong?" He asked glancing between both of us.

Nat pointed to the bag on the floor then looked to me. Steve seemed to understand what she was saying. He walked over to me and took my hands.

"I want you to hit me." He said sternly.

"What? Why would I do that?" I asked in confusion.

"I need to check something. The only way to do that is for you to hit me or fight me. I need to feel what kind of strength you have." He explained.

"Steve, look at me, I don't have any strength. That was just a weird accident." I stated.

Steve shook his head obviously not believing me.

"Seriously Will, I can handle it." He smiled at me.

"Fine" I huffed.

Steve stood in front of me as I pulled my arm back. I swung as hard as I could hitting him in the chest. Steve let out a groan as he fell backwards.

"Oh shit" Natasha laughed.

Steve groaned as he rolled over to slowly stand himself back up. Once he was on his feet he leaned on his knees breathing heavy.

"I think you broke something." He groaned rubbing his chest.

"Stop it Steve that's not funny." I scolded him for his act.

"It kinda is" Nat said.

"I'm not playing Willow." He lifted his shirt over his head.

I had to force myself to focus on the spot I hit instead of his ridiculously chiseled abdomen. There was a bruise already forming in the middle of his chest. There is no way I hit him that hard. He's a super soldier! I can't bruise him.

"Come on, I need Bruce to run some tests." Steve said quickly after putting his shirt back on.

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