#BRB GONNA GO PUNCH A WALL

[shelfperson]

just cause i know some of y’all will have a hard time with this i want to stress—

“lestat obviously did not want to be at the trial and was under hypnosis, came to earnestly apologize to louis and claudia, and it’s a tragedy claudia never got that validation from her father because of armand’s fucking fuckery”

can and absolutely MUST coexist with

“what lestat did to louis and claudia is still cruel and awful, to act like it isn’t diminishes the man’s own character development, and claudia would’ve probably never forgiven him in any conventional sense.”

[queenxxxsupreme]

that feeling when you finish up a piece and are done editing it and just need to post it but you’re two seconds from posting and suddenly it’s actual garbage

[tangerinethecat]

If you portray a character as bigoted (racist/homophobic/transphobic/sexist/etc.) in your fanworks because you personally hate the character and want to make them look bad, I fucking DESPISE you forever, please never write fanfic ever again

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

why am i having so much trouble w the chorus augh

[peachigummi]

🐍🖤☀️🌴

boy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

where you met: common room party | great hall | forbidden forest | hogsmeade | library | class | detention | corridors | quidditch game | boathouse | train | courtyard

what he first noticed about you: mattheo has always admired you from afar, it started when you shared classes together. He loved being paired with you or being in the same group with you, at first it was because it was a guaranteed good grade! but he saw that you were doing this out of straight passion, not just for a high mark. He would just sit with his chin resting on his fist listening to your presentations (other students would be snoring but he would be intent on your words). one day at the library he would just sit next to you, you'd be confused as to why he was there. he just wanted to know what you were up to, he'd pull your books and papers closer and he'd put his arm around your chair scooting it closer to him. he would definitely do the triangle method as you talked, always lingering on your lips (AAAAAAAAA im gonna go punch a wall)

favorite place to kiss you: top of your head | forehead | cheeks | nose | lips | jaw | neck | hands | shoulders | thighs

nickname for you: princess | angel | darling | mama | kitten | pookie | sunshine | doll | baby/babe

childhood love: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

first kiss: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

bestie: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

enemy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

secretly loves you: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

drunk make out (obv b4 relationship): Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

(clenches fists, taking a deep breath).

aboslute power couple. you were both a mystery to people, you kept to each other... people only knew the both of you through word of mouth or just outward perception. you'd both push each other to do better and to not stop working towards greatness and this (honestly turned mattheo on~).

theodore and tom also adore you, they equally love your ambition. they'd both be just laying in bed thinking about the kiss they were able to share with you before mattheo staked his claim. oh my god bru Tom would be pissed that you chose his kid brother instead of him. He felt like he could give you so much more, offer you a greater sense of power. tbh he even considered just offing mattheo, but he didnt want to hurt you.

(just let me stare at at the ground in silence...brb actually let me just touch grass)

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WANT TO GET PAIRED? CLICK THIS <3 CLOSED FOR NOW! IM STARTING TO GET BURNED OUT

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hello my dearest rhythm, I am back with my (still messy) thoughts on FPS part 2 🥹

First of all, i had to reread it cuz the first time that i saw it was after a day (or days) of hectic training when i just wanted to shut off my brain but i saw that u updated and my whole world sTOPPED, i swear i held my breath and thought i was hallucinating the new part 😭 i’ve been waiting for it for so long and it’s definitely worth it 🥹😭

I might babble a lot about it so if anyone hasn’t read it, pls don’t read this cuz it will have spoilers 😭

I WAS NOT PREPARED TO EXPERIENCE THE CONFLICT IN HIS HEAD WHEN THE REVEAL HAPPENED 😭😭😭😭😭 literally, i was holding my breath,, i wanted to cry too 🥹 MY BABIES, why should the world make them meet like that 😭 they just wanted to love and be loved huhu i hate u (i love u so much pls i know it hurt u too). Knowing everything that was going on in his head, gosh, I’m so crushed. I want to hold him and tell him it’s okay because he didn’t know it was her 😭 akshjsdjjdskbsjsjx

“The fact that you wouldn’t take his life puzzled him. How could you not want him dead? After all that had transpired, why wouldn’t you?” ——BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GOD DAMMIT 😭🤕🥹 

“and if you’d been fine with it, he wanted to ask you to move in with him.” —nO WAIT STOP PLS,😭 i’m beyond wrecked and i haven’t even gone thru half of the story yet.

The flashback to their first date 🥺🥺🥺 i wanna scream. Knowing how both of their lives were filled with chaos, them being able to find peace and comfort with each other is just sooooo wholesome. WHICH HURTS EVEN MORE WHEN I REALIZE ITS JUST A FLASHBACK——brb gonna go sob in a corner. “If I tried to kiss you… would you let me?”——😭😭😭😭😭i love love love how they get so spontaneous and relaxed with each other. I love how you wrote about it between the lines of their stressfully calculated and rigid line of work 🥹

3 freakin’ months of no contact 😭 i wonder what happened to MC then. Although you did write a bit about her forfeiting her mission and also, technically, her spot in the Guild, I wonder what she was thinking after everything. Three months is a (kind of) long time, and I guess like Chris, she would’ve been wondering all of her what-if’s. Did she ever think about contacting him too? Did she ever considered his side of the story? idk i’m just hurting with them at this point.

—i’m gonna skip the reunion but just know that i screamed and held my breath and punched the wall and banged my head on the desk and— yeah

The honesty and vulnerability between them is just so pure. The way they both pined for normalcy with each other is just *chef’s kiss* 🤍 i love them so much, it hurts how much shit they went thru even before they met 🥺 i’m not gonna spoil much about the rest of the story but i just want you to know that i loooove how you wrote them. Their stories feel so real to me and their emotions were very well conveyed. I love how the story went and, to be honest, i don’t think i mind the ending being open as much as I initially thought. (tho i wouldn’t complain if ur brain lizard decides otherwise— 👀)

Aaaahck my babies 🤍🖤 thank you for publishing this new part!! I hope you have a really nice day :> hugs!!

~🍓

plssss this is so detailed kjfhsdjfshfdkijsjikd

that whole first scene recounting the reveal from his POV hurt me more than you can imagine. every time i sat down to write this story i felt like my heart was being squeezed (which was exactly what i was looking for sdjfhskdfh). Chris really just wanted to have that bit of peace he had with his girlfriend and it was ripped away from him ))):

as for what happened on the MC's side during those three months... i'm sure she almost called him several times, but, just like Chris, i don't think she was ready to face him. she had hurt him and tried to kill him (before she knew it was him, ofc), so she probably had to process all that, plus the fact that she couldn't finish her mission at all (which i'm sure was a whole different problem in itself). essentially, both her heart and her pride was hurt, and, honestly, if she hadn't heard those people talking about picking up her failed mission, i feel like she wouldn't have reached out at all (or at least not that "soon").

everything that happened at Chris' flat after they met again was very therapeutic to write for some reason??? idk, i feel like i was able to let a lot of feelings out writing this story in general, so i'm glad some of those feelings were conveyed well.

i really wanted to leave the ending a bit open so the reader could interpret what could happen next. they could run away together, one of them could retire, Chris could try to get the Kims to pardon her, or (for those that want a bit more angst) maybe you can even imagine she is deceiving him still, trying to fulfil her goal and that's why she came back... the possibilities are endless atp haha. all i know for sure is that i wanted to end this story with them together, so i did!

thank you for reading this, and for your thorough feedback. i'm glad you liked it💜💜💜

[hoppkorv]

For Ask thing: C.W.Stoneking - Love me or die

Yin Yin - One inch punch

Shakey Graves - Roll the bones

Khruangbin - Maria Tambien

Ron Gallo - Young lady you're scaring me

The Kills- Future starts now

(just couple if songs from my Spotify playlist)

HEY WHOEVER YOU ARE if you’re comfortable with it, can you PLEASE send me the link to this playlist????? Sweet holy god your music taste… unmatched

Answer under the cut because it’s long:

The Love Me Or Die // C.W. Stoneking

Rating: 8.5/10

Favorite lyrics: “Lord, word broke through the town / That a fever strike Matilda down / Nine-thirty, the doctor arrive / Priest come running, quarter to five”

HE’S AUSTRALIAN?????? Sooooo wild, this could have come straight out of New Orleans omg…. This song fucks immeasurably

One Inch Punch // YĪN YĪN

Rating: 9.5/10

Favorite lyrics: “Be formless, shapeless / Like water”

OMG!!! This is sooooo good. In the last few years the Dutch have really been coming out with some incredible music… I’m a really big fan of Altın Gün, and this song really reminds me of them, what with the taking music from another part of the world and making it their own/modernizing it. I’m so going to check out more of this group.

Roll The Bones // Shakey Graves

Rating: 6/10

Favorite lyrics: “They say someday everybody dies alone / But hey, who knows”

I’m not really a fan of his singing, but I like the layered vocal effect. Overall I like this song, especially the guitar. And my favorite lyric subject ever in songs is gambling, so this definitely checks that box.

Maria También // Khruangbin

Rating: 8/10

Favorite lyrics: N/A

Omg I love Khruangbin! I hadn’t listened to this song before; I love it! I love their world music sensibilities…. This one smacks for real, gonna check out the rest of the album.

Young Lady You’re Scaring Me // Ron Gallo

Rating: 8.5/10

Favorite lyrics: “Remember that time you wrote me 200 letters / Never once to a single reply? / Remember they all referenced a love that wasn't real? / Considering we talked maybe one or two times”

LOVE THIS! This song has such a 60s garage sound, I love it!!!!! Also he has a very Bob Dylan-like lyric delivery. Definitely checking out more from this dude.

Future Starts Slow // The Kills

(I think this is what you meant, I couldn’t find a song by them called “Future Starts Now”)

Rating: 10/10

Favorite lyrics: “No longing for the moonlight / No longing for the sun”

Sweet holy god…… brb only listening to this song for the rest of my life…. I’m obsessed with this song. It reminds me musically of the album “Take It To The Spotlight” by Marc Moreland (of Wall of Voodoo) but this is executed way better. The vocals remind me of X. Honestly this song sounds so amazing omg.

[peaxhcringe]

SOME EXPLAIN TO ME WHY TF TUMBLR WANTS TO DELETE MY DRAFTS. I HAD 20 AND NOW I ONLY HAVE 13 WTF. I AM SO BEYOND PISSED RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MOST OF THEM WERE SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE.

[ughquaria]

What creepy thing are you referring to? Making fun of fame's addiction? Being a bitch to Abby Roberts? "Coming for" aquaria multiple times for stupid things? The "romantically and sexually involved" crap? Honestly that's the most creepy to me, because from what I've heard at best a***** was just harassing a guy who she had a one night stand with, and at worst coerced a underage boy into sleeping with her and THEN harassed him.

guess which one of these is slightly creepier than the others. 

[kingmxfasa-a]

I got a new debit card a few weeks ago because my old one was hacked and now someone hacked the NEW card and spent ALMOST ALL MY FUCKING MONEY

[sleepythemvp]

<MICAH YUJIN TIME HAHAHAHAHA.

Waht will Micah Yujin do when you’re in the period?

Micah Yujin x F!Reader

(I will do a x “M!reader” later don’t worry)

Warning: OOC(?), Blood, Swearing, Bad Grammar, Pins

Micah Yujin

He will definitely teasing you because of that and you start to throwing some pillows at him

Swearing 24/7 (or 24/3 that depends on how long your period will take to end)-

He will cuddle with you, yep, he might gonna make you some hot cocoa with the marshmallows

Forehead and cheek kiss, because if he kiss your lips at that time you just gonna start to blushing and punch him in his belly-

deez nuts joke 💃 anddd our little cahcah gonna regret it because you just gonna attack him

He will take a bath with you just to make sure that you not gonna yelling at the shampoo and the tub when you drop or bump into it

When you guys go outside, you just gonna be the top. YES YOU HEARD ME, waiting for the moment that there is no one else near you, you just gonna pins him into the walls.

“W-what are you doing angel?”

“Bruh, are you blind? I’m pinning my precious little boy~”

HAHAHAHAHAHA-

Gonna walk Skrunkly and talk sh*t about how much you love Micah, orr just gonna be a negative way-

“MOTHER F*CKER!! MICAH!”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever heard…of a Mountain Chicken?”

“oh lord please don’t hit me-”

“have you ever heard of a Mountain Chicken?”

“no.”

“what do you think it looks like?”

“I-its like a really big c-chicken??-“

“THATS WHAT I THOUGHT BUT NO! IT WAS THIS MOTHER F*CKER-“ 👉🐸

Andd it turned out, the thing called Mountain Chicken its a frog, both of you end up yelling at google

<Thats all from me todayy- I hope you guys will enjoy it! Have a nice day, stay hydrated!

Slee is going to take a nap. brb.

[sk8boardbutterfly]

[bangchanswolfpelt]

Kinktober Day 11: When the Wolf Comes Home

for @d0mgyu 💕; thank you for ruining my life with jealous brother Gyu 😭

cannot believe on my life I'm about to ask for this but I just saw the prompts for day 11 and ngl my brain is going feral at the idea of your brother Beomgyu getting jealous of your fwb/boyf so he just starts masturbating in shared spaces in the house for you to catch him/wearing almost no clothes and eventually after teasing you and building up the tension for a while he just fucks the shit out of you before a date or something. I get mean dom jealous energy from him

brb gonna go cry

cw: dirtbag older brother!Gyu; younger sister!reader; reader has a vulva; no barrier protection used; incest; voyeurism; exhibitionism; masturbation; casual sibling rough housing (throwing things, bruises, etc.); mutual masturbation; vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; rough sex; creampie; photography; Gyu bulldozing past a lot of boundaries, but reader is reluctantly into it

wordcount: 5,592 words

this is late and stupidly long because i tried to write something resembling plot and i'm apparently SO BAD at editing 😭

Beomgyu knows you have your boyfriend over, but he also knows that you're a 'good girl', the kind of girl who looks down her nose at things she thinks are too messy—so he doesn't pay any mind to the hushed voices drifting from the living room, muffled by the noise of the television. He's just about to step out of the hall when the screen brightens and he catches sight of movement on the couch.

He should move. He should say something rude and ruin whatever mood your idiot boyfriend's clumsily cultivated. He should turn around and walk away. He should do anything but stay and watch as his sister gets fingered on the living room couch, but his feet feel glued to the floor.

You don't even really look like you're enjoying it—Beomgyu recognizes the furrow in your brow from long nights of essay-writing and it makes him want to walk over and smack your boyfriend's hands out of the way, makes him want to pull you in close and take care of you, makes him want to see what your face looks like as you cum—but he doesn't have to wait long to see your hips jerk up violently, your little feet digging into the cushions of the couch as your mouth falls open in a soundless whine.

The walk back down the hall is the longest it's ever been, his ears filled with too much static to even notice how quiet he is or isn't being as he makes his escape. Once he's safely behind his bedroom door, he slides down against it like a puppet with its strings cut, knees weak with the realization that his cock rock hard and throbbing in his shorts.

If Beomgyu takes it in his hand right then and there, if he jerks himself off to the thought of you with your legs spread, eyes scrunched shut and lips parted as your orgasm shudders through your body, if he cums with tears in his eyes as he swallows down his sister's name—

Well. That’s no one’s fucking business but his own.

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Beomgyu’s in a shit mood for the rest of the week and refuses to think about why. There’s a restlessness buzzing under his skin, his hands hands itching to throw a punch, but there’s no one worth fighting so he finds a different way to work it out.

He brings home a girl he knows is gonna be nice and loud for him, makes sure to fuck her against the wall he shares with you. He doesn’t know what he wanted from you, but your disdainful little sneer across the breakfast table the next morning isn’t it.

“Keep it down next time, Gyu. Seriously, I have morning classes, and I don’t need to hear that.”

“Are you sure?” He leans back in his chair, legs spread, covering his irritation with a leer. “Maybe you and your little boyfriend could learn something if you did.”

“Ugh. Gross.” You punctuate your disgust with a slam of the fridge door, and Beomgyu almost thinks the conversation is over when you whirl around just at the door. “Even if you can’t be considerate, you should at least care about getting caught. Idiot.”

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Beomgyu’s never really paid much attention to what he wears around the house, but he starts leaving his shirt off, just to see what you do. He’s put on muscle since he started working backstage, and frankly, he knows he’s better looking than most of the shitty little boys who hang off you. Leaving his shirt off eventually turns into leaving pants off as well, sprawling out on the couch and loitering in the kitchen in just his boxers.

He doesn’t know what he’s trying to do, really, besides get a reaction out of his prissy little sister. It annoys him, that you act like you’re so above it all, when he knows now that you’re not actually better than him.

(But that’s not true either, because one of you is getting off to the thought of their sibling spread out and fucked open for them, and he’s pretty sure it’s not you.)

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The thing is, though, that you know he saw you.

You hadn’t heard the creak of the door opening, too caught up in chasing down fleeting hints of pleasure, but you’d heard footsteps in the hall. Just as you’d been about to push your boyfriend off you, you’d glanced up through shuttered lashes to see your brother already there, standing just outside the room.

The sight of him froze you like a deer in the headlights—draped in shadow, he was little more than a silhouette, taking up most of the entrance—you’re not sure when he got so tall, or so broad. Light from the TV screen caught his eyes for just a moment—narrowed and dark, focused in a way you can’t remember seeing in a long time. His gaze sparked across your skin like static electricity—reminded you of when he used to scoot across the carpet and shock you on purpose, and if you weren’t preoccupied with the pleasure suddenly rocking through your body, you might have laughed.

It was the hardest you’d ever cum in your life.

You don’t think about that.

You try really hard to not think about that, but Beomgyu won’t fucking let you.

The thing is that your brother is stupid and impulsive and you know he hasn’t taken more than half a minute to think this through. The thing is that you know he’s the one who’s going to get in trouble when you get caught.

So here you are, gritting your teeth and turning the volume on your headphones up as you try to ignore the sound of his moans through your shared wall. You have papers to write, projects to finish, and a normal life to live—sticking your hand down your shorts and getting yourself off to the sound of your brother about to cum one room over does not factor into that.

(You do it anyways, but only because his jack-off sessions are absurdly long and there’s only so many ways to pass the time. That’s what you tell yourself as you try to imagine fingers longer than yours, more callused than yours, creeping down the front of your underwear. You just don’t have anything better to do, besides think about the way the muscles in his arms flex when he crosses them across his upsettingly broad chest, the way his boxers hang low on his narrow hips. It doesn’t mean anything if when you finally cum around your fingers, you’re thinking about dark eyes and a mean smile.

You’re not fooling yourself, but that’s not the point.)

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The first time Beomgyu left the bathroom door open, it was an accident—but the way you yelled and slammed the door when you walked in on him guaranteed that it was going to be very intentional every time he showered after.

He’d honestly forgotten to lock the door the first time, didn’t even realize the door was creaking open until you were yelling and slamming it behind you. It’s over as soon as he’s realized it happened, but you indignant shouts make him grin; the thought of it happening again has him leaning back against the cool tile of the shower wall, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself off as he imagines dragging you under the spray with him, your hair plastered down with water and your face flushed with surprise and anger. When he cums, it’s with the image of you on your knees for him, wet clothes clinging to your body as he paints your lips and cheeks white with his release.

The second, maybe even the third time, might be an accident on your part—but by the third time, Gyu’s pretty sure it’s intentional. You should know by now to listen for the shower, and though your yelling is as loud and heated as the first time, you don’t even bother to feign surprise anymore.

He used to be pretty ambivalent about getting off in the shower, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite places—knowing that you could walk in at any moment, that you will walk in knowing that he’s wet and naked, gets him harder than anything ever has in his life. Sometimes just the possibility is enough to get him off, thinking about all the things he could do to you if you walked in, but the best days are when you beat him to it, barging in before he’s even worked himself up for you.

The first couple times, Beomgyu tries to keep it under the radar, biting his lip to hold back his moans, angling himself so that not even his silhouette through the glass would give him away. It’s only a matter of time before he slips up, though, a groan escaping him as you chatter about everything your friends have done to piss each other off. He hopes the quiet clatter of—whatever it is you’re doing at the sink—is enough to cover the sound, but your rambling stutters to a halt, the bathroom suddenly silent save for the rush of water around him.

He waits, chest tight with anticipation, hand gripping his cock almost painfully, for you to start yelling, for you to storm out. The silence stretches on for too long until—you’re picking your rant back up again, charging ahead with all the subtlety of a bulldozer, and he can’t hold back the grin that splits his face, heart stuttering back to life in his chest.

You know what he’s doing. He knows you know what he’s doing, and you’re staying.

It takes no time at all for Beomgyu to cum, the sound of your voice sweet in his hears as he bites his lip hard enough to taste iron. He watches his cum spatter against the shower floor, your words still drifting over the shower door but barely audible over the rush of blood in his ears, lungs burning like he’d just run a mile. It takes just a moment for him to catch his breath, fingers flexing against frosted glass, before he’s tuning back into the conversation like a good older brother.

“I don’t know why you hang out with any of them, they’re all bitches.”

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“Is that a new tablet?”

You take a second to sneer up at your brother, before returning promptly to avoiding his gaze as he flops down on the couch, closer than he needs to be, legs spread and arm hooked around the back of the couch.

“Apparently it’s easier for dad to bribe me than to just tell you to close the damn door when you shower.“

“You know, an open door’s an invitation.” You don’t have to look to know the exact expression on his face, the sleaze of his grin so thick you can hear it in his voice.

"Gross.” You shoulder him and it doesn’t budge him so much as a centimeter. You’re still annoyed at how solid he is now—when did that even happen?

“What are you doing?”

“Just coloring in an old sketch of Toto.”

“It looks good.” The arm draped along the back of the couch drops down to pull you closer and you yelp indignantly as the movement causes your pen to jerk haphazardly.

“Don’t—you’re gonna make me mess up—”

The rumble of Beomgyu’s laughter reverberates from his chest, warming you from the inside out, and the elbow you dig into his stomach is half-hearted at best.

You stay like that, focused stubbornly on practicing your shading and not on the way he nuzzles the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair with deep, steady inhalations. You could get up and leave, but you were here first—at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you relax into the warmth of his arms.

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It’s only a matter of time before Beomgyu decides that, if you’re going to keep coming in while he’s showering, it must be fine if he does the same.

The first time he interrupts your shower, you throw a bottle of conditioner hard enough that he’s sporting a bruise across his shoulder blade for over a week—you know because he’s still refusing to wear shirts around the house. It’s almost normal, though, how casually shitty he is about it; barging in to do mundane things like brush his teeth or ask you what kind of dumplings you want for dinner. It’s so close to normal that you almost settle into a sort of complacency, only jumping a little when the door swings open—then nearly jumping out of your skin as the shower door slides open and Gyu reaches in.

“What are you doing?” you squawk, torn between scrambling against the far wall of the shower and grabbing his arm and twisting.

“I left my razor in here, I just need to grab it.” He’s laughing as he fumbles along the shower caddy, and if you didn’t think you’d take the whole precarious set-up down, you’d throw your conditioner at him again.

“Get out! You don’t need your razor that bad!” Your voice bounces off the shower walls, so shrill it hurts your own ears, but it just makes him laugh harder.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” Beomgyu taunts, long fingers finally wrapping around his razor handle. “You know it’s nothing I haven’t seen before!”

Your brother’s parting words earn him another bottle flung past the shower door, but he blocks it with a well-timed swing of the door, and you’re left with your heart racing as the water goes cold around you.

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Some nights, you just hear Beomgyu practicing in his room, the meandering strains of his guitar drifting through the wall to underscore the click-clack of your keyboard as you work. There’s something comforting about it; you’ve both always been night owls.

Nights like these, you almost feel normal.

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“I heard you last night.”

You don’t have to turn around to know there’s a smirk curling your brother’s lips as he pens you in against the counter, hooks his fingers in your belt loops to tug at them with a soft chuckle.

His name had slipped the night before, when you’d had three fingers buried in your cunt, soaking the sheets beneath you and still desperate for more. You’d spent the rest of the night with your face buried miserably in your pillow, hoping desperately that he hadn’t heard. So much for that.

“C'mon, let’s play mommy and daddy.” The words send a shiver up your spine, and his laugh in your ear is low, dirty and mean—Beomgyu’s pressed too close to miss the reaction he got out of you, so close you can feel him against the small of your back, hot and hard through the thin cotton of his boxers.

Then the slam of a car door echoes from outside—your dad is home and your pulse skyrockets. You’re twisting in his arms without thinking, shoving at chest as if you had any chance at all of moving him.

“Get—go—get out—go to your fuckin’ room,” you hiss furiously. “If dad sees you—”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” His tone is light, but you don’t miss the way his footsteps quicken as he moves out of sight.

It’s only moments after that the door is swinging open, your dad calling out, and it’s time for you to flip on your best impression of a normal, sane daughter. Even from the other room, though, Beomgyu just can’t leave you be. Your phone buzzes and you have to resist the urge to slam it on the counter, screen-side down, when you see your latest message.

cum up :))

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When he opens the door for you, he’s wearing nothing but a lazy grin; you barely take him in before you’re glancing down the hall with not a little bit of panic. Before you can back out, though, long fingers are wrapping around your wrist, tugging you into a room you haven’t been inside in—god, it feels like years. There’s no time to compare it to your memory before Beomgyu’s pushing you onto the bed and clambering on with you.

He brackets your thighs with his own, sitting back on his heels so he can look down on you. You’ve seen so much of him already—too much of him—but the sight of his tented boxers doesn’t compare to the reality of his naked cock jutting from his narrow hips.

You aren’t prepared for the size of it, thick and heavy between his slim thighs, for the way it twitches and bobs under your gaze. You aren’t prepared for the way you want to wrap your hand around it to see if it even fits all the way around, for the way you want to run your tongue along the veins, suck the narrow, ruddy head of it into your mouth. You definitely aren’t prepared for the rush of heat between your legs when he wraps a hand around the base, for the way your can feel your core pulsing with want as he gives himself one slow, lazy stroke.

“Why are you doing any of this?”

“Why are you letting me?” You’re not sure if the fact that you don’t have an answer for him is more infuriating than it is embarrassing.

Beomgyu doesn’t kiss you. You’re grateful (you think)—your heart is already trying to beat its way out of your ribcage, and if he—you’re sure you’d implode.

His hands cup your face, squishing your cheeks into a pout that you try to squirm out of, before they’re sliding down—one hand curling around your jaw, his thumb brushing feather-light across your lips, while the other rests tenderly over your throat. You swallow, and his eyes go dark as the muscles and tendons of your throat shift under his palm. He tightens his grip just a little, taking in the way your breath catches and your hips jerk beneath him with delighted fascination.

The hand over your throat squeezes just a little more, for just a moment, then it’s ghosting down to span your collarbones, skating around to skim along your side. His hands find your hips and his touch gets firmer, thumbs digging into the plush of your thighs, too close and not close enough to where you want him most. Your breath catches as they tease along the inside of your thighs, move back up to rub circles over your hips, his touch warm through the thin material of your pajamas.

You want to cover your face, hide away as you feel yourself get wetter, warmer under his touch, but you’ve never been able to back down, especially not to Gyu. He holds your gaze challengingly, reaching up just under the hem of your shirt to snap at your waistband, laughing your startled gasp is followed by an indignant huff.

“So cute…” The low rumble of his voice has your stomach flipping even as you want to pull his hair like a brat.

Blunt nails sneak up your shirt, raking lightly up your sides, and your thighs clench involuntarily at the sensation. When he stops at the band of your bra, you shiver, suddenly painfully aware of the precipice he’s dragged you both to. There are a million reasons not to do what you’re doing right now, but pinned down by his dark, focused gaze, you can’t seem to think of a single one of them.

With his hands still up your shirt, calloused fingers tapping along your sides as though he’s counting your ribs, he leans forward with consideration in his gaze. The shift brings his cock down to rest against the apex of your thighs, and if you just rolled your hips up—

Beomgyu laughs as your hips jerk up under him, held down by the immovable weight of his body, and suddenly his nails are raking back down your sides harshly as he sits upright again.

“Gyu—fuck, Gyu, please—” Your voice is choked and whiny, hands knotted in the sheets beside you.

“’Please’ what?” He’s impossibly smug as he reaches up to pinch your cheek, laughing when you only look up at him sulkily. “If you aren’t gonna tell me what you want, I can’t help you.”

Your panties are sticky against your skin, the wet slide of them as you press your thighs together burning you up with shame so hot, you feel it warming your cheeks and stinging behind your eyes. Slowly, gently, he uncurls your fingers from his sheets, lifts your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to your palm, then sets your hand down firmly over your core.

You don’t even slide your hand into your pants, just start grinding your palm down against your throbbing clit, tears spilling over your cheeks as you feel your arousal soak through the flimsy cotton of your pajamas, your pussy clenching down pathetically around nothing. The sight of long fingers wrapped around the heft of his cock, the sound of rough strokes, wet with precum, filling your ears even when you squeeze your eyes shut—it makes you ache for him. You want him so badly, want him inside of you, but the words stop up at your throat, only soft, choked sobs escaping your mouth.

Gyu curls over you, wiping away your tears with the rough pad of his thumb, and you’re hit with a sudden flash of memory—being six and crying over a scraped knee, Gyu bending over you to kiss your bloodied skin and catch the tears from your eyes with grimy fingers. It’s such a perverse mirror—what you two are, what you should be—you can’t explain why your body chooses then to reach its peak, chest heaving and feet digging into his rumpled sheets as every nerve in your body sparks like a livewire.

The sight of your little hand moving between your legs, hearing the proof of you staining your adorably patterned pajamas, already had him right on the edge—finally seeing you cum again, for him this time, drags him over with you. He pushes your shirt up just enough to expose your belly, watches as his cum spatters against your soft skin, pools in your bellybutton and drips down your sides.

Your eyes are wide and glassy as he grabs one of his own shirts to clean you up, but you giggle when he dips into your bellybutton, legs kicking out weakly as his fingertips skate up your sides playfully. Neither of you says anything as he heaves himself off of you, collapsing back down on his bed as you sit up and stretch, and it’s a strange, tentative sort of peace.

When you get up to go, Beomgyu snatches up your hand, and for a moment you think he’s going to ask you to stay—but he just lifts your fingers to his mouth with a leering grin.

“Don’t be gross,” you snap, snatching your hand away.

“Can I at least have your panties?”

“Fuck off.”

(When he goes into the bathroom later, your underwear is folded neatly on the counter, still damp with your cum.)

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You’re annoyed before you even open your door—your dad is at work, so you already know it’s Beomgyu, and you’re too frazzled to want to deal with whatever he has in store for you.

What he has in store for you is—not what you expected. There’s a tray in his hands with plate of gimbap and a two cartons of strawberry milk. He’s even wearing pants.

“You haven’t eaten anything in at least eight hours. Here.” The tray is in your hands and Gyu’s bolting down the hall before you can say anything. The gimbap’s halfway to falling apart, but it tastes exactly the way your mom made it when you were a kid. If you cry a little, curled up at your desk with the taste of strawberries on your tongue, no one can prove that.

Gyu’s loitering in the kitchen when you bring the plate out, trying to look as busy as a person can when they’re watching water boil for cup ramen.

“You’re doing fine, y’know.” His voice is gruff as he says it, pointedly avoiding your gaze, but the verbal acknowledgment of the fact that you might be anything but perfect still has you bristling.

“‘Fine’ isn’t good enough,” you snap, dropping your dish into the sink with a clatter. You’re ready to get into it right then and there, in the middle of the kitchen, in front of his cup ramen.

You’re not ready for big, strong arms wrapping around you, for a broad chest warm against your back as a sharp chin coming down on the crown of your head with a rude thump.

“Who cares about ‘good enough’? You know we’re gonna love you no matter what.”

If you cry in the kitchen a little, well. Your big brother’s an idiot, but he’s always been pretty good at keeping a secret, when it counts.

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The house is too quiet; with Beomgyu out for the night, the silence echoes in your ears more oppressively than any off-key guitar practice. That’s the only reason you’re awake to hear your bedroom door slowly creak open.

You smell the beer on him before the weight of his body thumps down on your bed, rocking you into him as his arms settle around you. You freeze up in disbelief—is this how it’s going to happen?

But he just curls around you, knees coming in to tuck behind yours, the comforter still tucked around your form as he sniffles in your hair.

You wake up to sunlight streaming through your blinds and an empty bed. When you finally shuffle into the kitchen, your brother’s in his boxers, making toast with bleary eyes and tousled hair, and it’s like nothing ever happened.

Nothing did happen, you guess.

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At some point, you let yourself actually think about things, and everything comes together to make a horrible kind of sense. The way you’ve never liked any of his girlfriends. The way he’d fistfight any guy who looked at you twice. The way you don’t wear any perfume but the one he bought your for your graduation. The way he keeps jerking off in the living room.

That’s when you call your boyfriend.

You can’t keep doing this.

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It’s like the volume of your emotions has been turned down. You pick out your nicest outfit, and it feels like choosing what to wear for a job interview. Gyu comes by as you’re doing your makeup, pauses to loiter in the door as you brush your mascara on.

“What are you doing?” There’s nothing mocking or demanding about his tone, just curiosity, and it makes something funny tighten in your chest.

“I’m going out.”

“Going out where?”

“It’s none of your business.” There’s no heat in the way you snap, eyes focused steadily on your own reflection, and you think that might be the end of it—until your phone starts buzzing its way across the counter and he snatches it up, brows raising when he sees who’s calling.

"Seriously?”

You don’t have a chance to answer before Beomgy snatches up your wrist in a bruising grip and drags you to his room, door slamming shut as he pins you against it. His grip on your shoulders is hard enough to feel in your sockets, his mouth tight with fury, and you realize—this is the angriest you’ve seen him since—

"I’m right here. I’m. Right. Here.”

You reach up to tangle a hand in his hair, a curl of satisfaction winding its way through your veins as his eyes widen, before you drag his mouth down to yours.

It’s the worst kiss you’ve ever had. It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Teeth clash against yours, the growl rising in his throat trapped by your mouth as you nip his lower lips sharply, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth with a rude intensity. His hands are all over you, trying to be everywhere at once—jerking your clothing out of the way without bothering with buttons or zippers, and the rending of fabric just makes you both more frantic.

You’re still trying to work his infuriatingly tight pants down his hips—you can’t believe Gyu chose today of all days to wear clothes—when your underwear drops to the floor in shreds, his fingers sliding through the arousal already collecting along your folds. When his callused thumb circles your clit, you gasp and arch into the touch, yanking at his belt pathetically.

“How’s that feel, baby? Is it good? Is it better than the way your little boyfriend plays with you?” His breath is hot in your ear as he teases your entrance with a single finger, laughing as he can feel your muscles clenching down, trying to pull him in.

“Good—it’s good, so good,” you gasp out, rolling your hips forward to try and urge him further in.

“Hmmm, is it better, though?”

“Better, so much better, please Gyu, please.” You’re babbling, you don’t even care how dumb you sound for him, not when the prospect of him finally being inside of you is so close.

When he finally sinks into you, two long, calloused fingers that slide in like they were meant to be inside you, it’s like the last perfect slide of a rubiks cube. Your head thunks back against his door, your body shuddering under him as an animal whine claws it’s way out of you. He adds a third finger and your pussy swallows it up greedily, his thrusts growing rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you, tapping directly onto your clit mercilessly.

You’re sososoclose, your orgasm rushing up onto you like the drop of a waterfall, until Beomgyu yanks it out from under you, fingers sliding out of you just as you’re ready to tip over the edge. The sudden, painful emptiness rips a wail out of you, your nails scrabbling along his hips and leaving trails of red along his skin. Your kitten-claw desperation has him huffing with laughter, hoisting you up against the door to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his cock out to press against your swollen lips.

“C’mon, baby, tell me what you need.”

“Need you, Gyu, need you so bad,” you plead, hands gripping his shoulders as you try to grind up against him, try to get even the slightest big of friction against your neglected clit.

“You’ve got me, baby, what’s wrong?” He’s breathless, but still so meanly smug as he keeps your hips pinned in place, stroking your hair from your eyes tenderly even as laughs at your neediness. “C’mon, my baby sister just needs to tell me what she needs and I’ll take care of her.”

“I need your cock, please—” You’ve barely got the admission out before he’s pushing into you, impaling you on his unforgiving length. The deeper he goes, the more you seem to stretch around him, the ache of emptiness replaces with the gentle burn of being stuffed just beyond what you can take. He pulls out carefully, the drag of his curved head along your walls lighting you up with pleasure, watching you carefully as he presses back in to the hilt with one slow, steady thrust.

Your heels dig into the small of his back, hips arching up to meet his, and it’s all it takes for the last of his fraying self-control to snap—one hand twisting in your hair, tugging your head back to bare your throat to him, while the other cups the curve of your ass and squeezes. The sting of your scalp is the only warning you get before he’s driving into you furiously, burying his face in your neck as his hips work with hard, desperate thrusts.

You tangle your own hands in his hair, less in retaliation and more to have something to cling to, the strands silky and dry as you twist your fingers into it. A sharp, unconscious tug has his teeth digging into you, pain blossoming bright and hot at the tender base of your neck. You pull again, deliberate and delighted when you feel his teeth catch on your skin again, followed by lips and tongue moving over the abused skin tenderly.

The sweetly cruel contrast of pleasure thrumming through your care and pain lighting up along your skin is the last thing you need for you body to let go, muscles tightening around him as your release claws its way out of you, dragging him down with you. You’re so wet and hot around him, you barely feel his cum filling you up as he empties into you with jerky, uneven pumps.

Beomgyu cradles your limp frame in his arms, resting you against his broad chest as you catch your breath, only to carry you to his bed and dump you unceremoniously onto the mess of his bedding. You’re too sore and satisfied to be annoyed, rolling over to smile up at him dopily. When you look up, he’s turning back with his camera in hand, pushing you back down against his comforter with a gentle hand and a sharp smile.

You’re too far gone to object, to even want to object, as he snaps picture after picture of you half-naked and wrecked for him, eyes glassy and cum dripping from your puffy hole. With every soft ‘click’ of the shutter, sparks shiver up your spine.

There’s no going back after this.

[justlookatthosesausages]

You know what I hate the most about this upcoming Mario movie? It's that people will still go see it. Not gamers, not Nintendo fans, obviously. But the entire rest of the people will go see it. Casual people. Curious people. Children. Families looking for a simple movie to bring their children to. And the movie will still work. It will still make money despite being a turd. And the producers will think "Hey we did a great job then!" and encourage Hollywood to produce 10 more movies roughly adapting video games without care except for profit.

brb gonna punch a wall

[incorrect-cult]

Haikyuu characters as convos i’ve heard/been in at school

Bokuto, whispering: Hold my hand I’m scared!

Akaashi, also whispering: Bokuto-san this is a documentary

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Noya: Should I do it?!

Asahi: No you’re gonna get hurt again!

Tanaka: DO IT!! YOU WON’T!

Noya: ALRIGHT BET!

Noya: *rolls down the stairs*

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Noya: Dude you are so sexy!

Tanaka: Thanks bro! Gimme a kiss-

Suga: Can you guys PLEASE STOP!!

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Kageyama: Do you think Tim and Moby are in a relationship?

Hinata: How would that work? Moby is a robot-

Tsukishima: I hate both of you so much. Please stop talking.

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Oikawa, running out of the room: Brb guys don’t miss me!

Iwaizumi: If he says brb or omg out loud one more time I’m jumping out the window.

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Daichi: IF YOU DON’T STOP TALKING WHEN I AM YOU’RE GOING TO SIT IN THE CORNER!!!!

Hinata: I can still talk to Kageyama from the corner!

Daichi: No YOU WILL NOT!

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Bokuto: AKAASHI WATCH MY ANIME RUN!

Bokuto: *runs into a wall because he couldn’t stop in time*

Akaashi: Very cool Bokuto-San!

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Noya: WATCH WHAT I CAN DO!

Noya: *rolls down hill*

Tsukishima: One day you’re going to hurt yourself rolling around like that, and I’m going to laugh at you.

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Oikawa: Dude c’mere!

Iwaizumi: Yeah what’s up-

Oikawa: You’re gay-

Iwaizumi: Wha-

Oikawa: OOOO I FUCKING KNEW IT!! You got a boyfriend or what? oH SO cUTe!!

Hanamaki, crying: Why do you know the whole thing-

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Daichi and Suga: *Flirting*

Tsukishima: DIS COS TANG!

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Noya: DK!

Hinata: CHUNKYS DEAD!

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Hinata: I don’t know why people hate furries so much? I mean they aren’t bothering you so why do you care? I’m not a furry though. 

Kageyama: That’s exactly what a furry would say.

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Oikawa: What do you think my stage name would be?

Iwaizumi: Dumbass bitch.

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Iwaizumi: Do you ever stop talking?

Oikawa: Iwa-chan don’t lie! I see you laugh at my jokes all the time-

Iwaizumi: I’m laughing at you getting yelled at.

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Hinata: Have you guys seen endgame yet?

Kageyama: Yeah. Doesn’t shrek die?

Tsukishima: I fucking hate it here.

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Kageyama, to Hinata: You little bitch!

Daichi: What’d you say?

Kageyama: Wonderful, amazing, graceful little boy.

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Hinata: Kageyama just told me to shut the hell up!

Kageyama: Hey-

Suga:

Suga: Don’t fucking cuss.

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Kiyoko: Tell me something I don’t know-

Tanaka: I’m in love with you!

Suga: She said something she doesn’t know.

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Oikawa, holding up one of those tiny plastic babies: Welcome to the world baby Uniqua!!

Iwaizumi: Can I see that?

Oikawa, handing it to him: Yeah sure!

Iwaizumi: Thanks. *chucks it down the hallway*

Oikawa: MY BABY!!

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Akaashi: What if we kissed?

Bokuto: What if? LETS DO IT RIGHT NOW-

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Kuroo: Is he...y’know?? *does the wrist thing*

Bokuto: Have limp wrist? No I’ve seen him punch someone before.

Kuroo: tHATS NOT WHAT I MENT BUT WHAT???

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Kuroo, singing: I can only count to six. What the heck comes after six!?

Kenma: I’m very worried for you.

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these are the tiny plastic babies i’m talking about

[nikrangdan]

cafeworker!ni-ki

pairing: cafeworker!ni-ki x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: the cashier at the new coffee shop was so adorable you just couldn’t resist visiting just for him

**did not proofread

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contrary to popular belief, you were NOT a social person

whenever you were around friends and family, you were always the loudest person there

like SHUT UP Y/N!!!!!!

anyways although you were loud, people still enjoyed being around you because you had such a sweet soul and interesting humor

everyone close to you knew that you hated talking to people you didnt know

but to all the strangers? no

they would think you were an outgoing ready-to-meet-new-people extrovert

which was so, so wrong

but ALAS, you had to talk strangers almost everyday living in 2020

(well lets pretend we arent in the middle of a pandemic right now)

moving on......

so you were in high school at the downfall of your existence

you used to have so many friends when you were younger ..now you only have like 3

and those three were always busy (busy making up excuses thats for sure) so you never really hung out with them outside of school

and on one fine evening after school you decided to visit the new cafe 5 minutes from your house

u were really excited because all the cafes were 15 minutes from your house so now u could just walk to this one if u wanted to !!!

but yeah it was in the middle of a small plaza that had cute buildings

you pulled up to the parking lot and was just about to get out the car when u remembered..

u have to talk to the cashier :/

who’s a stranger! even more ://

it was always so weird to you.. whenever you went out you always had someone else order for you because you just hated talking to strangers

you just felt uncomfortable and you couldnt help it

its not like you have never ordered for yourself but you would always prefer not to

and now that you think about it

this is the first time you have gone out by yourself

you did text one of your friends beforehand but they said they “had homework to do”

LIES!!!!

but you really wanted to try the coffee so you just ran with it

time to face your fears!

you opened the glass door to reveal a cute looking cafe, like the ones you’d see in movies

you loved it already

glancing to the cashier you’d have to be talking to—

hold on

you had to do a double take because WOAH.....

the cashier...

he....

wow..

you have never seen a boy like that in your life

you stood there for like 3 seconds before coming to your senses and standing infront of the menu

that was infrONT OF HIM

“hi, what can i get for you?”

HIS VOICE OH MY GOD..!?!?!

“oh um.. can i get a second to .. look..?”

“yeah of course,” he gestured to the menu on the wall above him

hes so nice u almost cried

your eyes shakily traveled up to the chalkboard menu and u began to ‘read’ the options

its like u could feel his eyes on u WTF!!!!

um um um *internally keyboard smashes*

you couldnt even think

the words on the menu were like gibberish

the ONE time u go out by yourself

this had to happen.. of course! someone had it out for you, you were sure of it >:(

picking a random drink you gave him your order

“uh can i have an iced caramel macchiato?”

ITS LIKE YOU CANT SAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT UH OR UM

u cant help but think hes judging you

he looks like that while u are standing there in old sweatpants your dads tshirt

“sure, what size?” he looks into your eyes after putting your order into the machine

god you felt your heart stop

his Eyes..... theyre so beautiful

“oh um regular” you attempted to give a small smile

hopefully it looked like one

“okay that’ll be $5.12.”

you dug out some cash from your bag and handed it to him

he gave u your change and gave u a small smile

“your drink will be out in a minute”

AAAAA

he went :)

he is so CUTE.....?!?!

he looked around your age too

sigh... you knew he was way out of your league though

you were gushing over him but he probably thought you were just another boring customer

while waiting u sat at one of the 2 person tables on your phone

and u IMMEDIATELY went to text your groupchat

‘GUYS’

‘AT THE CAFE NEAR MY HOUSE’

‘CUTEST BOY IVE EVER SEEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE’

‘WTF IM GONNA CRY HOW DOES HE EXIST’

‘WAIT BRB HE S COMIBBG’

you tried to quickly put your phone down without looking suspicious when you saw him walking towards you with a drink in his hand

“here you go, enjoy” he said before swiftly making his way back to the counter and talking to the other worker there

wow... hes so mesmerizing

you’d steal glances at him every now and then while taking sips of your drink

you were sitting there for like 20 minutes before you noticed you finished your drink

you totally forgot you came here to see how good their coffee was

it was good by the way

sadly it was your time to leave

taking one last glance at him, you threw away your empty cup and walked out the door

wow

u cant believe you got to witness the most beautiful human being ever

in your small town?? crazy

you were sitting in your car just thinking

WAIT

U DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!

you mentally punched yourself but then you started laughing

what does knowing his name even matter, its not like u were ever going to talk to him anyway

LOL

*sad emoji*

but the coffee was good so you definitely planned to go back

and not just because of the cute boy

...unless....

*time skip*

the next day you went there was a week later at the same time in hopes that he was working the same shift

AND HE WAS!!!!

score! 1 for y/n, 0 for umm... any other person who had a crush on him too i guess

the cafe didnt have too many people since it was fairly new and also in a small part of the city

so when you went in, you were the only one there along with the two workers

“welcome, what would you like to order?”

NOT THIS AGAIN

he looked even cuter today

his messy blond hair almost covered his eyes

you shouldve forced your friend to come with you this time

you ordered the same thing as last time but this time he asked for your name

hmmm

“um y/n” you answered

your heart was always beating 2 times as fast whenever you had to talk to him

he wrote it down on the cup and after you paid, you went to sit down at the same spot as last time

looking at him is literally the highlight of your day

the same thing happened as last time, he came over and gave you your drink without giving u a second glance

>:((((

boooo look at me cute boy

nonetheless u continued going to the cafe at the same time as much as u could which was like three times a week

literally over a month later and u dont think anythings going to happen

u punch yourself for thinking the boy would somehow find interest in you

hes still indifferent to you which isn’t surprising since you’ve never made any kind of move

ever

but

he should know u by now

hopefully..

*time skip again*

it was a saturday

at this point you’ve basically given up on having a crush on him and now since its become a routine u just say you go for the coffee

not really paying attention to your surroundings you dont notice that the boy at the cash register isnt the normal one you see almost everyday

“hey, what would you like to order?”

woah WHAT

you look up from your bag to notice a boy that was definitely not the one that normally stood infront of it at this time

and you also noticed something on this new cashier

a name tag

how come your old little crush didnt have one????

this new boys name was ‘jay’ and he was fairly cute too

looking around the corner at the other worker u noticed he has a name tag too

you recognized him because he was always working when the cute boy was at the cash register

his name was ‘heeseung’

after taking in these new additions you answered to jay

“oh um.. can i ge-,”

“she gets an iced caramel macchiato. her name is y/n”

??!<_|#%[>~€\£~

you whipped your head around so fast to see who said that behind you

was it who you thought it was ??!??!

YES IT WAS!!!!

OH MYGOD

ITS HIM

you widened your eyes at the boy who wasnt wearing his normal black and white uniform

instead he was wearing black ripped jeans and a gray hoodie

wow....... and u thought he couldnt look any better

BUT OMG?? HE REMEMBERS U

“oh wow ni-ki, you know her?” the boy named jay asked him

“uh yeah.. shes a regular” he said before walking to stand next to you

NI-KI

HIS NAME IS NI-KI OHMHGOD

u thought his name fit him perfectly its so CUTE

“are you gonna get something too?”

this whole time you were silent because.. what is going on

your heart was being SO fast you thought that everyone could hear it

“yup, can i get the same thing? also im paying for both of us”

WHAT??/):)/$;##\%|

ur eyes widened even more it looked like they were gonna pop out of its sockets

u unconsciously leaned towards the boy next you and kind of put your hands up

“w-what?? oh um no, you dont have to do that” you nervously said to him as he looked down at you

he kind of had a smile on his face

“i want to.”

there is no way this is happening

“oiiii ni-ki” jay chuckled while punching in numbers on the cash register

“ill have both of your drinks out soon, you two kids have fun!” jay said before turning around to face heeseung

WHAT??!!??!

your jaw almost dropped from shock

millions of thoughts ran through your brain and you couldnt even process anything

u cant believe this was happening

it was like a wattpad story or something.. is this how u meet ur soulmate

your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your back momentarily and u look to see ni-ki shyly grinning and gesturing u towards a table

no way...

you awkwardly follow him to a 2 person table next to wall and sit down

you literally could not hear anything except for the pounding of your heart

“uh sorry about that...” he rubbed his neck and sheepishly smiled

“im ni-ki by the way”

“y/n...” u felt so awkward u wanted to cry

“agh, im really sorry if that was weird.. i just didnt know how to ask you out.....” he trailed off

*passes out*

IM JOKING

Ok but u felt ur heart stop bc NO WAY

“wait what??” u ask, ur eyes bigger than the moon

“um yeah... haha i took the day off today to try to talk to you.. sorry if that was weird..”

HE WAS SO AWKWARD JUST LIKE YOU IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

“no its okay!! im glad actually...”

“really? so is it okay if we hang out?” he asked excitedly

u did not think u could handle HOW CUTE THIS BOY WAS O M G...

“of course! sorry if im kind of awkward though” you gave a small smile

“its okay, i think i am too”

you two began talking about the cafe and where you went to school

turns out even though you two lived in the same town (literally 5 minutes away from eachother) u went to different schools for some reason

u talked for like 2 minutes before jay walked up with your drinks

“hows it going guys?”

“its doing good bro, now go away..” ni-ki lightly shoved jay and laughed

you giggled at the sight

jay looked offended and came right back

“that is not how you talk to your elders ni-ki! y/n do you see this?!” he scoffed

ni-ki just rolled his eyes and turned back to you

“do not ignore me young man!” jay joked

“oh y/n, ive heard all about you from ni-ki over here by the way.”

ni-ki’s eyes got so big you almost got worried

he turned around so fast and gave jay one of those ‘i swear if you say anything ur dead meat’ looks

jay obviously did not care

“hes always like ‘y/n this y/n that’ blah blah im glad he finally got the balls to ask you out because im honestly sick of hearing it!” jay laughed

u were blushing so hard

NI-KI LIKED U????

this felt like a dream

ni-ki pushed jay away so hard and turned back with red cheeks

awe

but yeah that was the beginning of the cutest relationship ever

u and ni-ki were so cute together <333

you’d always visit him during ur free time

it took like 2 months before u two made it official tho

and he was the sweetest boyfriend ever