#Brad Lee x reader

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𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.

Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.

🝮 “Can I come in?”

🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh

🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway

🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.

🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.

🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.

🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles

🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.

🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.

🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.

🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.

🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.

🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.

🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.

🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.

🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.

🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts

🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.

🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.

🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?

🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.

🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”

🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.

🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.

🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank

🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.

🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.

🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.

🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.

🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself

🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”

🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.

🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.

🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.

🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there

🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.

🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.

🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.

🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.

🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. ��

🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)

🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…

🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.

🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.

🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…

🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.

🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.

🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.

🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.

🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth

🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you

🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.

🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.

🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.

🝮 “(Y/N)…”

🝮 The door creaks open.

🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.

🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub

🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣

🝮 You: 😶‍🌫️

🝮 Sally: 😲

🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.

🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”

🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.

🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.

🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.

🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.

🝮 “Feels awesome!”

🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.

🝮 ❗️

🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.

🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil

🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims

🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting

🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.

🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.

🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles

🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless

🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.

🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.

🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”

🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”

🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.

🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”

🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”

🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.

🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.

🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)

🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.

🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.

🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!

🝮 It’s killing the mood…

🝮 And it’s making him blush.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.

🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.

🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”

🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.

🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.

🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.

🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”

🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.

🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.

🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.

🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing. You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.

🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.

🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.

🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.

🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.

🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”

🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.

🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.

🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.

🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.

🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.

🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.

🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.

🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.

🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.

🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.

🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.

🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.

🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.

🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.

🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.

🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.

🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.

🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.

🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”

🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.

🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.

🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”

🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys

🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.

🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.

🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.

🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”

🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.

🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.

🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).

🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.

🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”

🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”

🝮 “Forever.”

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝

🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…

🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.

🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.

🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.

🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…

🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔

🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze

🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.

🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”

🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”

🝮 Ugh… oh well

🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor

🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.

🝮 Rizz 🕺

🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”

🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head

🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.

🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb

🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).

🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.

🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.

🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.

🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.

🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.

🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.

🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.

🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask

🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”

🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.

🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.

🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.

🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.

🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.

🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room

🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around? Did he want friendship? An alliance? Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.

🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?

🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.

🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.

🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.

🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.

🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.

🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.

🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”

🝮 It’s a serious question.

🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.

🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.

🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks

🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”

🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”

🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.

🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”

🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.

🝮 James has never called you by your first name.

I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 It smells expensive.

🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.

🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.

🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.

🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.

🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.

🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.

🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.

🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”

🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.

🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”

🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.

🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.

🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long

🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄

🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.

🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.

🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension

🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—

🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him

Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^

[wannaeatramyeon]

Could you do relationship headcanons for our big deal boys Jerry and Brad (and Jason and Lineman too if you want) 👉👈 Or maybe them eating dinner with reader for the first time in a while and realizing how much they miss reader?

Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :) I can't believe I haven't done more boyfriend/relationship hc?! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and soooorta is what you asked for.

Lookism guys as YOUR boyfriend hc

Uhhh almost everyone here (Brad, Jason, Lineman, Jerry, Jake, Sinu, Daniel, Jay, Vasco, Jace, Zack, Vin, Goo, Johan, Eli, Warren, DG, Samuel, Xiaolong, Ryuhei, Eugene, Jihan, Jibeom, Hudson + crumb for Hangyul, Taejin)

Brad Lee

Happy go lucky most of the time. Brad will make you smile and laugh, your best friend as well as your boyfriend. Don't be fooled, just because he can be silly doesn't mean he doesn't take this relationship seriously. Sincere and committed, will do what he needs to make you and him work. A girlfriend privilege, or chore if you're being honest, is constantly shaving his head. If he pisses you off? Shave a stripe down the middle and hide the razor.

Jason Yoon

Self professed as not that great with words, and can be a little standoffish but worships the ground you walk on. Loyal to a fault, and waits on you hand and foot. He's not the most physically affectionate but anticipates your every need, doing things for you before you even realise you wanted them. Self-sacrificing with Big Deal and as your boyfriend. Make sure his needs are taken care of, he deserves it!

Lineman

Listen, this guy bullshits a lot. He's full of bravado and confidence but he is surprisingly earnest when it comes to you. Everything may be exaggerated and said flippantly, but Lineman does think you're the most beautiful, the smartest, the absolute best. No competition. Completely fearless with anything you throw at him. Whether that's something adventurous in the bedroom or a life plan 10 years in the future.

Jerry Kwon

If he is Jake's sword, then he is your shield. Most of the time he barely needs to do anything, just being with him makes sure thugs and troublemakers will stay away. Nevertheless, protects you from danger and cuddling with Jerry will melt all your stress away. Loves you as much as he respects Jake. Which is a whole frickin' lot. Probably more than you would ever know. A big teddy bear, and can be shy - needing you to make the first moves or read his moods.

Jake Kim

You've done it. You've reached the peak. Maximum good times, minimum mental breakdowns. He is stable, a great caregiver and maybe the funniest person you will ever meet, or at least he likes to think so. Does tend to prioritise Big Deal over your relationship and being his girlfriend. You need to be very understanding. Shame he spends a lot of time away from you dealing with the crew but he more than makes up for it with kisses and cuddles and attention (where he can spare it).

Sinu Han

Who do you think taught Jake how to respect women? Gapryong? Nah. It's this girlboss. Didn't used to have much time nor money as Big Deal boss. Now at least he has lots of time and will make sure you are top prority. Literally got yourself a whole househusband. He has nothing better to do than look after you. When you're apart, loves making and sending little videos of himself to you to cheer you up. And it's not hard once you see his beaming bright smile.

Daniel Park

Very sweet, Zack might have stole his first kiss but he wants you to be the first for everything else! His obliviousness to all the girls hitting on him would piss you off though. Once you've spoken to him and he realises, he'll apologise profusely and makes sure it's very clear that he's taken. "Yes, I've got a girlfriend. Yes, I'm very happy. Please I'm not interested!" Very easy for you to make him blush. He might have heard a lot of flattery, but just tell him how cute he looks today and he will flush bright red.

Jay Hong

Are you ready to be spoiled? Have all your whims fulfilled? This man will literally go to the moon and back for you, and he could pay for it to. Loves spoiling you, shopping with you is one of his favourite pastimes but enjoys spending time with you even if it's chilling with the pups. Writes you little messages and notes for you to find throughout the day. Very sentimental and keeps a memento of pretty much everything. Apart from having cash for days, other major girlfriend privileges include seeing his eyes and riding around on his motorbike. Which is pretty sexy, not gonna lie.

Vasco Tabasco

This cinnamon roll!! What else is there to say about him! He's innocent and naive and doesn't really know how to be the best boyfriend but he's so eager to learn and to make you happy. Make a big deal out of every milestone and anniversary. Looks forward to big occasions like meeting the parents until the actual day comes and he almost passes out from nervousness. Being with the head of Burn Knuckles means you've automatically adopted the rest of the gang too. Watch out for your sanity.

Jace Park

Goes a bit too hard on the romance front, but unfortunately picked most of it up from kdrama or romance novels. Imagine his surprise when after your first fight you actually did want space and wasn't pleased when he turned up on your doorstep. Kind hearted and good intentioned. He's dotes on you and a great listener. Insufferable to the rest of Burn Knuckles as he won't shut up about you. Once he's with you, he is WITH you. He may be 'married to Burn Knuckles', but in a relationship, you two are as good as married. And yes, he is the best househusband. Obviously.

Zack Lee

BIG softie. Clingy, a little obsessive but He. Loves. You. We've seen how he is with Mira. Being in a reciprocal relationship with someone would turn that up to ELEVEN. He will always always try his best, and gets a little insecure and sad if he lets you down but to you it doesn't matter. Seeing his effort is enough and you make sure to let him know. Will walk to the ends of the earth for you, you barely even have to ask. Also will deny he's a simp to everyone as they look on at him incredulously. Seriously? It's the most obvious frigging thing!

Vin Jin

Oh my god this guy. He will play his music for you at ANY opportunity. It's a good job you love him, otherwise you would need to jam some chopsticks in your ears. You can't help but be charmed though seeing him doing what he loves, so you take up the role as his number 1 fan. Plays it cool but he is very clingy. Probably text you with 'wyd' and if you don't respond in the next 10 mins, expect a barrage of messages. And if you're busy and haven't seen him for a day or 2? He's on your doorstep: "Here I got you a gift. Me."

Gun Park

He's a surprisingly good partner. He doesn't like wasting time and least of all his own so he knows already you're a good fit with him. The fact that he agreed to be your partner means that he already holds you in exceptionally high regard and cares about you a great deal. Still a walking red flag though. Especially cold and callous when he's had a bad day or you ask him about something he doesn't want to answer. You can go hours or even days not talking after your fights until he finally asks if you can hear him out. He's not stupid. He knows the way he reacts isn't how you should treat a partner and promises to keep working on it

Goo Kim

A rollercoaster ride of a boyfriend. In an established relationship, he can be exceptionally clingy. You better be patient and on the same wavelength as him or you're going to have a bad time. Your nights together can flit from watching anime to light arson in the blink of an eye. At least you can't say he's boring. Soft in his own way for you, and spoils you with your demands and requests, and his money! Really does let you get away with a little too much.

Johan Seong

He was shocked when he realised he cared more about you than Eden and Miro. You were too, you know what they mean to him... And now what you mean to him too. A little feral and not the best at expressing himself but if you have the patience to support him then he'll have the patience to try. Do not offer to share food with this man. Not a bite, no snacks, nothing. He would take advantage. The definition of give him an inch and he'll take a mile. Leave your plate unattended, and the food will be gone the moment you're back. Eden and Miro will get the blame.

Eli Jang

Hope you're ready for 2 cuties in your life because Eli and Yenna are a package deal. Eli never thought he would get the fairytale happy family but with you it's actually happening. He loves planning family dates and seeing you and Yenna together. He's already carved out a future for you and him otherwise he wouldn't encourage you and Yenna to bond.

Warren Chae

Absolutely adores telling you he loves you. With you the words flow, and so do the compliments. In his quieter moments, you catch him staring at you a lot until hegrabs your hand and gives you three squeezes instead. I. Love. You. Privately, renames himself from 'Gangdong's Mighty Warren Chae' to 'Y/N's Mighty Warren Chae'. Super silly, but it makes you giggle everytime. He means it though. Will look after you any way he can.

DG

Keeps you out of the spotlight. Please don't be insecure, it's not that he doesn't want to be seen with you - he's just protecting you from public scrutiny and his horde of fans. Generally cool and aloof but with you he can be surprisingly soft and romantic. Truly a k-pop idol capturing the heart of millions. You will become his biggest stan, and he would find that equal parts amusing and endearing. As long you are kept a secret, he will tell the media he has a special someone, someone that really knows him. Makes you and the general public melt everytime he is heard talking about you.

Samuel Seo

Aw Sammy. He just wants some praise and love and you readily offer it to him. Puts up a lot of walls at first before seeing that you don't care who he is or where he's from and love him for him. Definitely one to wait for you to say I love you and fall first before he could reciprocate. He needs to make sure this is real and you are real. Sometimes though, the moment just feels too right for him to keep his feelings to himself... Spends obscene amounts on you to try and impress you. It doesn't. Not really. Ok maybe a little bit.

Xiaolong

One to go to extremes to please the one he loves. Old example: Vivi. Please see updated example: You. There is nothing he will not do for you. To the point that it terrifies you a bit and you need to calm him down. "No, if you don't actually want to go on an ice cream run at 3am that's completely fine! I was only joking about punching my boss, please don't do it!!" Hope you're ready for an unconventional sex life because this man will do what he can to satisfy you, penislessly

Ryuhei Kuroda

Theres a long list of simps in Lookism and he's close to the top of the list. Hes an avid texter but since he likes to follow you everywhere, you wouldn't know. Despite how much of a shit he can be, genuinely respects you and thinks the world of you. Will happily and without hesitation sock anyone that says a bad word about you. Unlike Xiaolong, all in working order downstairs since you met. You have no issues getting him to stand to attention. Have fun!

Eugene

A bit of an absentee boyfriend. He has a lot on his plate. He never regret his position or what he's achieved until you started dating, and now he wishes you could spend more time together. When he's with you though, he's WITH you. You have his full attention. He even turns his phone off. His assistants know that they can't reach him when he's with you. Building burning down? Nope. Don't care.

Jihan Kwak

You thought he was a troublemaker at first. And you would be right. He can run rings around you, teasing and a little mean, the cause of many headaches. All the words are meant with love though. Just look at the way he looks at you as he calls you an idiot. This guy is impossibly soft for you. Make sure you don't let him get away with too much though. As the youngest and spoilt, he can be bratty and a little inconsiderate. He's no fool. Tell him and he will adjust his behaviour.

Jibeom Kwak

There's something so fun about stealing the clothes from your teddy-bear boyfriend. So what if his taste is terrible and ugly as hell. Seeing you in his t-shirt or shorts or even boxers will absolutely break his brain. A little dense, but very trusting - bit like our other cinnamonroll, Vasco. Always well-intentioned, but you may need to be explicit with him. Don't worry, he's a quick learner. Loves you an awful lot and has no problem telling the whole world, even if that means teasing from his brothers.

Hudson Ahn

There's two very people that are at the tippity top of Hudson's list. Taesoo, and you. Your boyfriend is your sun. Quiet and a little stoic, watching you with an intensity and a little smile on his face that takes your breath away. Especially when he's usually cold and reserved with most people, the fact that you can make him look like that just being in your presence? The BEST. Blessed with one of the better asses in Lookism that even Heat Daniel couldn't resist. Always rolls his eyes whenever you grope him, you not being able to resist a quick squeeze even as you walk by, but he could never tell you no.

Hangyul Baek (here's a crumb)

Looks at you a lot with a smile on his face. Which is sweet you suppose, if he wasn't a plastic surgeon and scrutinishing faces and bodies all day. And then he calls you beautiful. A true beauty. And you preen, happy with the compliment.. until. Hold on. What exactly does he mean?!

Taejin Cheon (here's a crumb)

Wew, this guy is flashy. Which is great if that's your thing. Will likely get you kitted out in all sorts of designer brands, even more so than Samuel Seo. Despite not shown as having any tattoos, has the vibe that he would get your name tattooed on his neck. If you break up? Will just get a line put through it lol.

[dreamy-demons]

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Pairing: Charles Lee Ray x Female Reader

CW: rough sex, rough oral (male receiving), orgasm denial, cheating, degrading, lots of insults, bad dom etiquette, slut shaming, kinda sorta dubcon(??? Could be read that way), overall very toxic relationship lol

Summary: Reader ditches Charles on a night out and hooks up with a stranger. This is the aftermath.

Word count: ~2000

He's the first thing you see when you walk through the door.

It's 3am and he sits illuminated only by the table lamp, casting harsh shadows across his face. He stands and slinks toward you and you try to swallow the fear that shoots through you.

"Where the fuck did you go last night?"

Eyes down, you try to push past him. He pulls you back.

"Oh no you're not walking away from me again. You bailed on me, I think I deserve to know where you went."

“I had to get some air, okay? I got some food and stayed at a friend's house. Not that I owe you an explanation.”

Charles had been a prick at the bar last night. You were sick of him flirting with other women and thought it would be fun seeing the look on his face when you gave him a taste of his own medicine. seeing him now, you realise it was not the case.

“Awww you needed to get some air?” He scoffs, “Is that what they're calling fucking some random prick from a bar these days? If you're going to play smart with me you can fuck off and sleep on the streets. I can find another whore like you on any corner of the city.”

"Do you want me to beg, is that what you want? Oh, please, Chucky, how could I ever make it up to you." Anger momentarily cuts through your fear, and you sink down to your knees, hands up in mock prayer.

"You've got to be shitting me." He groans, rolling his eyes. "Get up, you're embarrassing yourself…"

His words trail off as he looks down at you, so fragile beneath him. When his eyes meet yours something stirs within them. A hand grasps your chin and his eyes bore into you. Your heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" You place a hand on his thigh.

"Let's see… You be a good girl and get me off real good tonight, and then maybe I'll forgive you. Okay? Maybe. How's that sound?" You quickly nod, sliding your hand further up his thigh until your hand ghosts over his dick. You feel his body tense.

"Shit, you're eager." He laughs pulling you up from the ground and dragging you across to the couch. Leaning back, he shoves you to your knees between his legs.

You make quick work freeing him from his pants. Spitting on your hand, you give him a few languid strokes before taking him into your mouth.

"God, that pretty fucking mouth of yours." He groans, possessive fingers grasping your hair. You work at his cock, taking him in deep, exploring him with your tongue. Charles is holding your hair so tightly it hurts, and you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him to alleviate the pain. His eyes bore into you, frenzied.

"Did you suck his dick like this too, babe?"

You whimper around him, not answering his question. He pushes your head down to the hilt, nose to his pelvis.

"I asked you a fucking question."

You struggle to let out an "mmhmm" as you nod. He pulls you off, spit dripping down your chin, and leans in close.

"You dirty fucking whore." He tuts. "This is the only cock you'll ever need, ya hear me? Because you seem to have forgotten that."

You're still gasping for air, but he pulls you back onto him.

"By the end of tonight babe, I promise you, you will never forget again."

He uses you like a toy, rutting into your throat, and all you can do is try not to choke and keep your aching jaw slack. Your eyes water with every thrust, leaving streaks of mascara running down your face. A thumb comes up to swipe away your tears, and if you didn’t know him better you’d almost be mistaken in thinking this was a sweet gesture. His eyes darken and his movements become erratic.

"That's. Right. Bitch. Cry. For. Me." He grunts out between thrusts. It’s not long before he spills deep into your throat. Charles pulls your head off him, and you make sure to keep eye contact while you swallow every drop.

He brings you up into his lap. You snuggle into his chest and he pets your hair. You relax, knowing you've satisfied him. He's forgiven you. Everything is okay and… wait. Why is he petting your hair? He sucks at aftercare. Fat chance he'd ever be petting you like this after the fight you just had. You pull back and he's grinning down at you, eyes dark.

"Oh you- you really thought" he can't get through his sentence without laughing. "Come on, did ya really think I would let you off that easily? Cause you really fucked me over back there, doll."

"I'm sorry Chuck, really. I'll be a good girl from now on."

"You think you've learned your lesson already?"

You nod, with the best innocent face you can give him.

"Yeahhh, I'm just not convinced. You need to be punished. And you know what?"

A hand slides between you, fingertips brushing past your stomach causing goosebumps all over your body. Your breath hitches when he slips under your skirt.

"I think you want to be punished."

You blush, averting your gaze.

"Look at how wet you are! I just had you choking on my dick til you couldn't breathe and you're getting off on it. You really are a whore." Two fingers slide into your hole, and he wastes no time finding that spot inside of you that makes you mewl. His thumb makes languid circles on your swollen clit, while he slowly pumps his fingers into you.

"More Chucky, please." You moan.

"More? You want more?"

"Please. I need it." You plead. It's nowhere near enough stimulation to get you close and it's driving you crazy. Instead of speeding up, he stops his movements entirely.

"Sorry doll, I don't think you deserve more right now."

You grip his shirt, whimpering. Your hips grind on their own desperately wanting him to start moving again.

"Stop fucking squirming." He growls, and you will yourself to stop. "Tell me again. What do you want?"

"I want more, Chucky. I love the way you feel inside of me, I want to cum on your fingers. I need it."

His fingers start to resume their motions, back at the same teasing pace.

"Ya know, I think I'm liking taking my time here." He grins.

Against all your better judgement you try again to move your hips, and you're met with a look that sends ice shooting down your spine.

Before you have time to react his hands are around your throat. You try to squeak out an apology but his grip is too tight. Your heart is beating so hard it feels like it's going to burst out your chest. Your life is completely in his hands. 'He could really do it right now.' You think to yourself, 'It was only a matter of time. Why did I ever think I was any different than all the people he killed?'

You pull at his wrists trying to pry him off you, pleading with your eyes. But he's stronger than you. And he's enjoying this far too much

"I already told you once to stop fucking squirming. You better think real hard before you try doing that again."

Finally he lets you go and you collapse against him. The air burns your lungs as you suck in big gulps.

"What do we say?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much Chucky, it'll never happen again I promise." God, how much more pathetic could you get?

"That was so fucking hot, my dick's already hard again. How are we gonna fix this now?"

Bastard. Of course he got off on that.

"Fuck me, please, I need it. I want to make you feel good. I'll do anything."

He finds his way back to your pussy and pumps quickly, fingers curling into you.

"Let's get this cunt nice and wet." He says, as if you weren't already more wet than you'd ever been.

"And don't even think about cumming without my permission, got that?"

His thumb on your clit moves in exactly the right way, tight circles that send shocks through your entire body. You rest your head on his chest, unable to do anything but let the pleasure wash over you. Your walls flutter around him as he rubs against the right spots with each thrust.

"God, I'm so close! Please, please can I cum now?" You're sure you've dripped all over his lap by this point. You don't think you can hold back for much longer. You're right there you just need- NO!

That asshole! He stopped. Again. The strangled cry of frustration you let out sends him into a laughing fit.

"Sorry babe, want you cumming on my dick tonight. That's kinda the whole point of this lesson. Hands and knees. Now."

You scramble off his lap and get on all fours. Chucky flips up your skirt and smears the wetness from his fingers all over your ass.

You feel his head nudge at you, but instead of entering, he slides through your folds, causing frustrated curses to fall from your lips.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." He groans, "This is where you belong. Spread open, dripping, desperate for my cock."

He keeps dragging through your folds, enjoying the way you twitch when he grazes your clit. Then, without warning, he sheaths himself into you in one smooth stroke. Both of you let out a groan as he holds himself deep within you, the feeling of being so full leaving you momentarily breathless. When he starts thrusting his movements are rough, hips slamming against your ass.

"You wouldn't even know what to do without me, you know that, doll? Nobody else fucks you the way I do.”

A stroke hits you in a way that makes you yelp. He takes notice, adjusting his angle so that every thrust nudges the bundle of nerves inside you.

“Nobody else is going to satisfy this needy pussy, and you'll come crawling back here begging for me."

You never understand why it turned you on to hear him talk like this, but he was right. You loved him having power over you. Your little hookup earlier that night had completely paled in comparison to what Charles was doing to you now. You hadn't even come close to cumming with that guy.

Even without him touching your clit, you can already feel your climax approaching. You feel his weight press down on you as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Fuck, baby. I want to fill up this sweet cunt.”

“Can I cum now?” You whine, tears pricking at your eyes. Please Chucky, I'm so close. I'm yours, baby, please. Let me cum with you.”

Charles lets out a pleased groan and his fingers find their way back to your clit. It only takes a few swipes for you to cum with a strangled cry, arms giving out beneath you. The spasms of your soft walls are enough to send Charles over the edge and you feel the warmth of his seed spread within you.

“That's it Doll, take it all. Good slut.” He rides out his orgasm and then pulls out, slapping you on the ass.

After catching your breath you sit up to find him lounging back, already reaching for a cigarette. Typical. You throw your arms around his waist and lay against his chest.

“I saw you leave with him, that little fucking prick.” He lights his smoke and takes a drag. “I followed you back to his shitty excuse for a home. I know where he lives”

You look up at him, pouting.

“It wasn't his fault, Charles. Can't we leave him out of this?”

He lets out a chuckle and shrugs you off of him.

“Don't play innocent now, sweetheart,” he says, pulling his pants back on. “I know you'd love to tear him apart just as much as I would.”

At that, you flash him a sheepish grin.

“Hurry up and get dressed. You've learnt your lesson. Class is in session for your little friend.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @salemwitch96

Warnings: talk of murder, smoking, bloody knife

Chucky lounged on the couch, all too pleased with himself. I paced in front of him, trying to keep my hands away from my hair. Every time I was about to, I saw the blood on my hands and shuddered.

“chucky what are we going to do?” I whined, turning towards him. He raised an eyebrow at me as he blew smoke away from me. “Come on chucky! We killed Tiffany!” Chuckling, chucky leaned forward and waved his finger between us.

“we don’t kill anyone.” He emphasized. “You killed Tiffany.” Leaning forward, I pointed at his face.

“the blood on your face says different Charles.” I groaned. Flopping down on the couch, chucky reached over and put his hand on my thigh. “What do we do?” He rubbed circles with his thumb.

“first things first we clean up.” He helped me up and led me towards the bathroom. “Here.” Chucky gently rinsed my hands before grabbing the soap. I watched him in the mirror as he scrubbed them, making sure to get all the blood off. “What are you staring at?” He teased, looking up briefly to catch me staring at him.

“You’ve never been this…” I trailed off, nervous about what he’d say if I actually finished the thought. Chucky laughed and squeezed my soapy hands.

“sweet?” He finished. “Is that the word you were just going to use?” I blushed and nodded. He hummed as he finished washing up my hands. Grabbing the towel under the sink, he dried them off. “You’re in shock. And we don’t have as much time as I would like.” Chucky said softly. “Besides, it’s your first kill. It can be a lot. I’m both proud of you and I’m a little pissed about it.” I tensed slightly. “Not at you. She shouldn’t have gotten in the way. That’s on her. Tiffany was always a dumbass bitch. It was a matter of time. Either I was going to do it or some other poor asshole who she found herself entangled with.” Chucky turned away to run the towel under water before cleaning the blood off his face.

“so what do we do now?” I asked, starting to shake. I wrapped my arms around my waist and tried to hold myself together. Chucky noticed and came over to hug me.

“we get rid of the knife.” He whispered. “But after you calm down a bit.” Kissing my cheek, chucky swayed with me.

“you’re being too nice. It’s unnerving.” I mused, leaning into him a little. Chucky snorted and held me tighter.

“more unnerving than what you just did?” He teased. I shook my head. “Then just accept it. It happens occasionally.” I laughed and turned in his embrace to hug him back. “Feeling better?”

“Slightly.” I answered. Chucky kissed my forehead.

“I’ll take care of the knife. Get ready for bed. I’ll be back soon.” He gently pushed me towards our room.

“where are you going?” I asked as I pulled one of his shirts out of the dresser.

“the lake. No one would find it there.” Kissing me gently, he grabbed the knife off the counter. “I’ll clean that up later. Just get some rest. Won’t take me long.” I nodded and curled up under the covers.

“ok. Chucky?” I called softly. He turned towards me.

“yeah?” I blushed slightly at the look he was giving me.

“love you.” I whispered. He smiled softly and nodded.

“yeah.” Shaking his head, he turned to leave. “Love you too doll face.”

[aineryeo]

10 Things I Hate About You Jake Kim.

Synopsis: "On the very first day in Jerry Kwon's new school, he instantly falls for Ryang Sang-min, the girl of his dreams. The issue is that Sang-min is forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, completely undateable older sister (You) goes and dates someone too.. In an attempt to solve his problem, Jerry singles out the only guy who might potentially be a match for Ryang (Name): His Senior, the same age as you, Jake Kim."

Themes & Warnings: 2000s Teen-Drama, Romance, Cliches, Fem. POV, Jake is a romantic idiot, slightly OOC, setting is in J-High, a little NSFW

Author Notes:

"Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" - Frankie Valli | 10 Things I Hate About You (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

This is basically the whole movie but the cast is Jake Kim, You, a random character as your younger sister, Vin Jin, Mary Kim, the Practical Music Dept, Big Deal (Jason, Brad, Jerry), and cameos of our favorite characters/main lookism cast <3 I even recreated the title sequence I'm so happy for this! 1/3 parts + The OG Cast are Seniors (Vasco, Crew Heads, Daniel, etc.)

LOOKISM, SOUTH KOREA — 갱단의 삶. » “THE GANGSTER LIFE”

*Set in a school environment & an alternate universe where Jake now attends J-High School, this includes the rest of the crew heads & Big Deal. There are no four major crews and no gangs, but Jake is still renowned as Gapryong Kim's son. Sinu Han is also present.

Chapter 1 (Current) » Chapter 2

Jaewon-High School. A second-rate vocational school that focuses more on giving its students the experience they need for the jobs they want in the department they chose. There are eight (8) departments:

Fashion and Clothing Department

Architecture and Interior Design Department

Beauty Department

Comics and Animation Department

Vocal and Dance Department

Practical Music Department

Baking Department

Computers Department

Out of these eight, you were in your third year in Practical Music. The school was full of tools. The Fashion Dept always flaunted their brand clothes because they’re the only department allowed to wear whatever they want. The Architecture Dept. Always full of creepy guys who don’t look their age. Bundled together in groups to show off their strength or something like that... Unless they have a leader already. A well-known persona in their Dept was a person named Vasco for Burn Knuckles, and he’s a sophomore from what you know. There’s a rumor that a second group of men was formed, but it is not like they were all serious gangs. You hear it was because they like one guy, similar to the Burn Knuckles. 

If that was how the Architecture Dept worked, you could say the same for the Beauty Dept. Except they’re all girls, save for one Senior: Eli Jang. They all love their one boy. You could go on and on about how everyone is the same, readable stereotype. They all do things because they think they should be doing them. To act cool, tough, rich, pretty, or popular, listen to this famous K-pop group or dance to this new pop song. You hate all of it.

What you hate the most right now, though? Freshmen.

“Hey, have you listened to NCT’s new release, 119?”

“Yeah, I waited all night for the exact time of their release, and I memorized all the lyrics, yeah!”

“Already a big fan? You rock! I just mentioned this the other day!”

“You know me~.”

The girls had brightly colored hair, and they played whatever new song they were talking about loudly through the speakers of their phones while you were in the seat just behind them on the bus. Getting annoyed, you remove your headphone’s audio jack from your phone and start playing Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts at a volume rivaling theirs.

“Hey, what the hell?” The first girl looks back to where you were currently sitting.

Just as they begin to protest, the bus driver halts at the station you get off. You get your bag and walk past them, giving them a natural look that makes them stare back a little before turning their heads in defeat. You? You were still playing your music. As you step off the public transport bus with the girls behind you in tow, grumbling about you ruining their vibe, you’re met with a litter of J-high’s students scattered around the grounds.

As usual, you navigate through the messy crowd. Filled with students who were learning how to skate. Some were walking to school, while the others had their bicycles.

The most intriguing sight you missed once you entered was the freshman in his small bike with a basket. Contrary to his small bicycle was a massive build defying the logic of a teen’s average growth. Pedaling this bike was none other than Jerry Kwon.

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Ki Young-Mi was engraved in the wooden name plaque on the desk filled with books, papers, and a small, thick, and visibly old laptop. Below the name was Guidance Counselor, was it?

Ms. Young was a middle-aged lady with old style, permed hair, and rectangle-shaped glasses that were quite thick for her age, connected to the white-laced retainers wrapped around her neck. Her glasses were tipping around her nose as she looked down at her laptop with puckered lips.

Tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tapppp…

That was how slow she typed. Jerry was sitting in front of her desk, fiddling with his thumbs as if he didn’t look like a Senior student.

“I’ll be right with you.” Ms. Young says.

Jerry nods obediently.

Behind the screen, little did Jerry know was Ms. Young’s… Hobby. Right, she was writing for her novel. She was unfocused on what Jerry was asking her since he came barging in as she was still in her brainstorming stage. And now… 

«Gushiken wakes up from her slumber after her intense battle with Akaza. With the dim moonlight shining on her, she opens her eyes to see….»

Ah, perfect. For now. Ms. Young closes her laptop and takes off her glasses, leaving them dangling around her neck. 

“So, what are you here for? Did Gordon send you in already?” The Architecture Dept again…

“Oh, I’m a freshman, Ms. Young.”

Ms. Young, in her many years in J-high, had never seen a kid look… Like this. Ah, but she gets such a small salary, anyways, she shakes off her shock. She shouldn’t be shocked. Some students here could pass off as adults in their mid-twenties if they wanted to, seriously.

“Then you must be Jerry Kwon. Here you go,” Ms. Young gives Jerry a yellow piece of paper, printed with his class schedule and where his room is.

The guidance counselor then looks over Jerry’s documents, standing near the window in her solo office. She hums with a slight nod.

“You’re big for a first-year high schooler. You—” Once more, Ms. Young takes a good look at Jerry and points at him accusingly. “Are you sure you’re not a convicted criminal or something!?”

Jerry sweats nervously at this. He shakes his head and his hands in swift denial. “N-no! My father is—”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Ms. Young regains her lost composure. “I’m sure you’ll fit right into Jaewon. It’s not any different from the local schools, or any other schools, for the matter of fact.”

Splat! Behind the window protecting Ms. Young, who smiled with her eyes closed.

“Same little ass-wipe shit-for-brains everywhere.” And then she laughs as if it was normal. It probably is.

Poor Jerry didn’t know what to say, stuttering. For a big, intimidating guy, Jerry remembers what his big brother, by bond, had always told him: Respect your elders.

“Sorry, sorry… Should I go?”

The more Jerry sat on the chair, the more Ms. Young looked sweetly aggravated. “Go, I have deviants to see and a novel to finish. Bye-bye now.”

Jerry leaves with his bag on his shoulder as Ms. Young pats his back while ushering him out of the Guidance office. As Jerry approached the door, his prominent figure was almost rivaled by a familiar figure in a black compression short-sleeved shirt from Under Armour. Despite Jerry being in the original school uniform, the Architecture Dept was well-known to follow a different setup. The students usually wore jumpsuits.

“Big bro Jake!” Jerry grins.

Jake only gave a brief closed-eyed smile to Jerry, giving his head a small pat as he now faced Ms. Young, who had her arms closed.

“Jake Kim.”

Jake walks into the office just as Jerry leaves.

“I see we’re making our visits a weekly ritual.” Jake smiles at Ms. Young. Was it an attempt at charm? He nods a bit at the end of the statement. Jake places his hands in his school pants’ pockets.

“Only so we can have these moments together. Should I hit the lights?”

“Oh, very clever, the big boss, was it?” Ms. Young raises her thinly drawn eyebrow at the report in her hands. “Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?”

“I was joking with the guys since it was bratwurst day. Doesn’t come all the time. And I didn't mean for the lunch lady to see anything.” Jake shrugged.

“Aren’t we the optimist?” Ms. Young’s eyes flit down briefly before flicking back to his eyes in a middle-aged, tired fashion.

Jake’s brows furrow at this. Always the weird faculty this school has. Though the students were much worse off. So, Mano a Mano. “Next time, keep it in your pouch, okay? Now scoot!”

The brief session in the guidance office was done in no time. Ms. Young had other… Business to attend to, yes…

«…“Are you looking for a wife? Oh, you know, just like a wife. Get married.”»

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“Hello! Brad Lee, Sophomore from the Architecture Dept.” A similarly head-shaven guy approached the innocent Jerry waiting nearby the guidance office from earlier. Next to him was a lanky guy who wore red Converse shoes.

“Jason Yoon. We’re supposed to show you around; I’m a sophomore like Brad. It's rare, even for us, to see our No. 2. We usually just hear about you from Jake. Nice to see you in Jaewon, finally.”

They both shake hands with Jerry, whose other hand is holding onto the strap of his backpack. Brad looks at the little paper before looking back at Jerry.

“So… You play the flute?” Brad jests as they begin to walk.

“For a performance before, the flute is very important to me. It was given to me by big brother Jake.”

“Woah, the boss is amazing,” Jason remarks, walking with his hands behind his head.

Jerry hums in acknowledgment as he nods along. Brad then taps Jerry’s shoulder and points his chin toward a group of girls huddled together. Some had hair curlers for their bangs, even blow dryers. They all wore the standard uniform, but their hair was of different colors.

“Here’s the breakdown. Them,” Jerry looks at them again. “They’re from the Beauty Department.”

“Basic beautiful people.” Jason shrugged and looked up at Jerry, who was listening attentively. “Now, unless they talk to you first, just don’t bother.”

Jerry nods obediently at this. “They mostly only care about the only boy in their department, Eli Jang.” Brad chuckles.

Still walking along the long hall, they pass by a different group of kids. They were small, younger-looking boys.

“To the right, you’ll see the dweebs from the Fashion Dept. They’re your classic rich kids—” Jason explains.

“Hey, watch where you’re walking! You almost stepped on my Limited Edition Air Jordan 1s! You can’t find these anywhere anymore! Huh?!” A funny little lamb wearing glasses yelled. None of the three paid any mind.

“Tell them there’s a sale of whatever limited pair of pants, and they’ll come running alright. They won’t mess with you, though, I’m sure.” Jason gives Jerry a thumbs up.

Suddenly, some guy with his friend bumped into Jerry. The guy was petite compared to the giant Jerry Kwon, but he didn’t seem scared. No, his eyeglasses seemed to have lit up as he adjusted them.

“Konnichiwa (*In Japanese: “Hello”), are yuu new hero? (*In English: “Are you new here” — Korean accent)” 

Brad and Jason sweat at this. Brad leans close to Jerry to whisper and explain before Jerry thinks of beating him up. Though Jerry didn’t think of that in the first place.

“He must be from the AniCom Dept. Most think they’re the next Light Yagami or Satoru Gojo.”

Jason joins in and whispers on Jerry’s other ear, tip-toeing to reach it like Brad. “Never touch their body pillows.”

Jerry only nods rapidly and gives a brief wave before moving on.

“Arigato Gozaimasu!” The boy bows deeply for Jerry, catching a few stares from the passing students.

In one of the rooms they were passing by, they could hear loud laughter and a bunch of yells from the teacher. When the door opened, Jerry, Brad, and Jason could see the class monitor displaying… Porn. Obscene moans filled the rooms, and the furious teacher figured out why the remote wasn’t working suddenly. In the room, a particularly mischievous boy who sat on his chair with both his feet up like it was a dirty alleyway caught Jerry’s eye. 

“Dumbasses.” Jerry hears from the boy with purple hair and a devious smile.

“Kouji!!!!” The teacher screams. “Was it you again!?”

“Hah? You have no proof whatsoever, Mr.”

Jason laughed along while the porn didn’t stop playing. “Computer Department. That Kouji kid’s already famous for being known to hack easily into the school’s whole PA System.”

“Woah,” Jerry says something for the first time since their tour after exchanging names. This makes Jason Yoon and Brad Lee look immediately into whatever caught the quiet Jerry’s attention.

There walked a somewhat petite, classic, a little vintage-in-style girl. Sweetly holding her books as, for some reason, the wind picked up inside the school!? How was this possible?! But then Jerry thought, I guess for a goddess…! 

She had a strawberry-printed oversized jacket paired with the prettiest smile in Jerry Land while she walked over to a blonde girl with a cloth headband.

“Did the wind pick up just now?” Jerry hears her ask her friend.

“No, it’s just that fan over there. Someone turned it on just right on time.” Her friend replies while they walk off together.

Jerry couldn’t take his eyes off her. Is this what a campus crush is? He doesn’t think he’s seen anyone his whole life, which caught his fancy. With this, he whips his head towards his tour guides.

“Who is she..?” Jerry asks shyly. If you look closer, you’ll see a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“The don't-even-think-about-it girl.” Jason sighs, putting his hands down on his head.

“She’s Ryang Sang-min of the Ryang sisters. A freshman like you, but she’s great friends with Mary Kim, Senior, since they’re in the same department.” Brad explains kindly.

Ryang Sang-min. Ah, Jerry will remember that name for the rest of his life. Brad and Jason notice how Jerry seems to be in wonderland, showing a small smile, but they worry for the little… Well, big guy.

“You see Jerry, Ryang Sang-min, a beautiful, deep, and a good dancer too. That, we’re sure of.” Brad Lee states, looking off into the direction that Sang-min and Mary walked off to. The trio was not so far behind the two girls walking off to their respective classrooms.

Sang-min speaks dreamily while holding her stack of papers in her arms, “You see, there’s a difference between like and love.”

“I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.”

“But I… Love my Skechers.” Mary replies.

“That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.” Sang-min shrugs.

Mary thinks about Sang-min’s point for a while until she finally gets the message. I mean, she didn’t have a Prada backpack, so that much was true. Mary chuckles and palms her forehead, “Ohh….”

And then they pass by the Second years’ Architecture Department room. Where Jason and Brad’s stop should be. Jerry still looks off towards the girls’ back. Specifically, Sang-min's, in pure awe until Jason waves a hand in front of him, and Brad starts talking.

“Look, Jerry, Ryang Sang-min has a very strict, uptight dad. It’s a widely known fact that the Ryang sisters don’t date.”

None of what they did or said got to Jerry, though, as he stared off into the distance. “Uhuh… Yeah.”

Jason Yoon and Brad Lee look at each other worriedly. They were here on behalf of Jake Kim’s request to look out for Jerry on his first day as part of Big Deal, but they don’t know if they failed or succeeded.

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After the bell rang, all departments were in their given rooms. There were a lot of reasons why Practical Music had a strong competitiveness against the Vocal & Dance Dept. While they battled for agencies to take them in, performances, the lot, they also had mixed classes. Mixed classes are different from auditorium sessions. It was unique to the two departments since they had ragingly similar lessons anyway. Auditorium sessions take up all the departments in the most enormous room in Jaewon. However, it was primarily used for seminars. It was easy to skip if you tried.

The mixed classes between Practical Music and VD would happen with the core subjects and Music Theory or whatnot. But topics specific to your department are when the two would separate. For now, it was Literature. The sound of clapping hands garnered the students’ attention, stopping their mid-class talking.

“Okay, then. What did everyone think of ``The Sun Also Rises?``” Your professor, Mr. Il Pae-min, asks.

A student with a pixie cut raises her hand from the back. Dreamily, she says,

“I loved it. He’s so romantic.”

“Romantic? Hemingway?” You pipe up. Scoffing after looking at her, then looking upfront to your professor, who already saw your rebuttal from a mile away. “He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.”

This makes Mr. Pae-min roll his eyes. 

“Look who’s talking, Ms. I’m-bitter-Boohoo-I-have-no-friends.” Vin Jin, the twerp who always wore sunglasses and some ugly-ass hat, laughs right after his statement. He’s even got the backup extras laughing with him and giving him undeserved low-fives.

This makes you roll your eyes.

“Shut your mouth, ripoff.” Mr. Pae-min scolds, and Vin frowns at his retort.

You found your opportunity, so you’ll take it. Laughing a little at first, you say, “I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.”

“Oooh.” The class reacts. Vin Jin was definitely pissed off. But as they spot you open your mouth again, half the class groans.

“What about Sylvia Plath, or Charlotte Bronte, or Simone de Beauvoir—?” Your little speech is cut off when the door slides open, revealing a student who was unquestionably not from either Practical or DV.

It was a guy with a tattoo sleeve decorating both his arms, and in his hand was a black bomber jacket, probably to pair with his compression shirt. Without missing a beat, he asks, and you’re not even sure if it was genuine, “What’d I miss?”

You sigh exasperatedly. Attention has already gone from the boy who just entered. You answer his question. “The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education.”

“...” You don’t see it, but he nods and smiles. “Good. Not my class.” And just as quickly as he disrupted your class, just as quickly he left.

“Hey!” Your professor yelled at him, but he couldn’t catch him as another student called out for him. He looks to the student and, oh, another asshat.

“Um, Mr. Pae-min…” Vin Jin initially calls in mock sadness before morphing into an angrier tone. “Is there any chance we can get (Name) to take her Midol before she comes to class?”

You look back at Vin Jin, who sat on your left, just right behind you, with an unamused expression.

“Someday, you’re going to get bitch slapped, and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it.” Your professor butts in before you do.

Vin Jin’s smug smile turns into a dissatisfied grunt. “Tch.”

“And Ryang (Name), I want to thank you for your point of view.” Now it was your turn to nod and feel the sweet, sweet satisfaction. That is until “It must’ve been hard for you to overcome all your years in upper-middle class suburban oppression.”

Mr. Pae-min shakes his head to express his point better, “Must be tough.”

“Anything else?” You ask. Whether sarcastic or not, your professor isn’t taking it anymore. So he replies, “Yeah, go to the office. You’re pissing me off.”

“What? Mr. Pae—”

“Later!” He cuts you off, not giving you any more than that. This fucking sucks, you think. Makes your day even worse than the annoying freshmen on the bus earlier. You roll your eyes and get your stuff, kicking Vin Jin’s leg before you leave.

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In the guidance office, there sat Ms. Young, eyes closed to envision the scene of her novel in her head. Along with this, she vocalizes the lines herself. “A different and yet all the more beautiful….” And she opens her eyes.

“Yeonhui!” Ms. Young calls her intern.

“Yes, ma’am?” She springs from the open door that led to Ms. Young’s office. 

“What’s another word for engorged?”

“I’ll look it up.” The young adult says.

“Okay.” Ms. Young replies, shifting her attention back to her retro laptop. “Swollen. Turgid.” She recites to herself in thought.

“Tumescent?” You continue for her, hands in your jacket. 

Ms. Young looks at you, “Perfect.” Then types in the rest of her thoughts while talking. “So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Pae-min’s class. Again.”

You sigh. You couldn’t count how much you’ve done this for the day already. And it was just your first class. Sitting, you reply, “Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.”

“Mhm, the way you expressed your opinion to Doo Lee?” Ms. Young retorts, finally closing her laptop and taking her reading glasses off to dangle around her neck once more.

“My statement remains that he kicked himself in the balls.” You cross your arms.

Ms. Young gives you a second to stare at you with a smile that says how talking about it with you is just not going to work this time. Not like it worked all the other times, anyway. So, she gets her tall CBTL coffee mug, “So, the thing is, Ms. Ryang (Name)... People perceive you as somewhat—”

“Tempestuous?” You continue with raised brows.

“Heinous bitch is the term used most often.” Ms. Young smiles once more. You lay back on your chair with a sense of disbelief. Though you’re not so surprised about what the guidance counselor said. “You might want to work on that. Thank you.” She finishes.

You stand up from the chair facing Ms. Young’s desk. “As always, thank you for your excellent guidance.”

Just before leaving and fixing the strap of your sling bag on your shoulder, you say, “I’ll let you get back to Kyojuro’s quivering member.”

Ms. Young looked up at your back that was leaving. Humming, she nods. “Quivering member. I like that.”

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“Virgin alert. Your favorite.” One of his friends pointed with his chin.

Vin Jin looks to his back, right where a familiar face greets him, exactly when Mary flips Vin off once she catches his attention. Sang-min notices Vin staring, and she gives him a shy smile while walking to the canteen with Mary and her other friends she met in her class. 

“Lookin’ good, ladies. And Mary.”

Vin and his lackeys stare at Sang-min walking off. “Oh, she’s out of reach, even for you.” 

Vin looks at Chul with an air of confidence only he can have. “No one’s out of reach for me.”

“You wanna put money on that?” Chul replies.

Putting his hands in his pants pockets, Vin smirks at Chul. “Money, I’ve got.” Looking back into the direction that Sang-min walked off to, he continues. “This, I’m gonna do for fun.”

As Vin and his friends kept ogling at Sang-min and her friends in turns, on the other side of the open grounds were the three loners in the big group that was Big Deal. It was only break time, and Jerry’s not precisely the most… Approachable in terms of face and body structure. So once Jason and Brad saw Jerry walking alone, they approached the big guy. And there they were now. Jerry is drinking strawberry milk on the bench next to Jason and Brad.

“Who’s he?” Jerry points innocently with his finger that could probably stop a truck single-handedly.

“Most people call him Vin Jin, sometimes Jin Ho Bin,” Brad answers first. “Aspiring rapper. Take note about aspiring.” Jason continues.

“He’s a prick, basically.” Brad chuckles, laying back on the benches behind them.

Jerry nods, taking note of the boy who is visibly interested in his goddess. While sipping the last strawberry milk, his eyes flit to Ryang Sang-min. So much so that he fails to notice that the box is already empty and crushed in his hand. “She’s so pretty….”

“Conceited.” Jason cuts him off, a notebook covering his face from the sun.

Jerry visibly gasps at this. “She’s perfect!” The boy rumbles. Twiddling with his fingers, Jerry is suddenly bashful as he recites how pretty Sang-min’s smile is or how her eyes are reflected in the sun. Jason and Brad were not entertaining Jerry’s ideas, looking at each other as Jerry kept going on.

“Look, Jerry, Sang-min is a snotty princess.” Jason scrunches his nose and removes the notebook that covers his face, “She wears short skirts and tighter blouse, all against the school dress code. So that guys like us can realize that we’ll never be able to touch her, and guys like Vin Jin realize that they want to.” Jason finishes bitterly.

“No, you’re wrong.” Jerry shakes his head, which is shining from the sun. If you listen closely, you can hear someone slipping due to momentary blindness.

Jason laughs. “Take a shot, big buddy.”

Brad hums, interested. “She’s looking for an English tutor.”

Jerry shines brighter ever than before. Like a lightbulb that lit up but instead of having it over his head, it was his head. “I can teach her.”

“You speak good English?” Brad asks.

Jerry sweats. “I will.”

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End of class.

You walked with Crystal Choi to the bus stop when Vin brushed past you on his off-road motorbike. Was that new? But you internally groan and scold yourself for even glancing at it because now the dude is stopping to talk to you.

“Hey,” Vin smirks. “How’re those shitty headphones doing, (Name)?” He then leans into the handles of his bike with the cockiest face he can make, with half his face hidden in seven-layer tinted sunglasses. It wasn’t even hot out.

“Run along, loser.” You wave off, and Vin frowns, roaring his engine back to life and driving off slowly to greet another passerby.

[...]

“I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed,” Sang-min’s friend trails off. “But can you ever just be… Whelmed?”

Sang-min didn’t know what to say, but she did think about it. “I think you can in Japan.” She shrugs.

“Hi, ladies.” Vin greets with his hotshot attitude. His motorbike calmed down next to them while Vin looked at the girl of his current interest. “I’m here to pick up a certain princess. Got one more free seat for a ride.”

This makes Sang-min giggle and look at her friend before she hopped on Vin’s ride. Wrapping her arms around his waist and waving goodbye to her friend. 

“Careful, the seats are brand new.” Vin notices, giving himself a little laugh once he feels the girl wrap her arms around him, “Heh.”

Somewhere near the school entrance, you can hear a certain blonde raging about someone stealing her cousin’s bike. You and Crystal watched the whole exchange between the jerkoff and your sister. Both of you were not close friends, but at that moment, the same thoughts were running through your heads.

“That’s an odd development.” Crystal remarks beside you.

You look down at Crystal, then back at Vin and Sang-min. Agreeing, you get on the bus that just arrived and sit next to her. “A disgusting one.”

The rest of the ride after that ordeal was comfortable. Later on, Crystal got off first. It was an upward stretch filled with shabby houses. Crystal was such a commendable spirit. She knew a lot of great bands, too. You think she’s fantastic for caring for that dog she told you about. Vin is more of an asshat for messing around with that mixed-breed golden retriever. You hope that one of these days, he gets just what he deserves.

Looking out the window, your bus quickly passes by the guy that mistook your room for his. You stare at him for a couple of seconds. It seems he felt the piercing look you gave him as he looked up at you from the sidewalk. Neither of you breaks eye contact, trying to see which of the other looks away first, an unspoken competition you’ve partaken in. You notice that he had a pretty well-defined face, a subtle side part where his slick hair was pushed back a little, sharply arched brows, and his black compression shirt. His bag was slung over his torso, and you know he probably wore a shirt like that on purpose.

And then he closed his eyes for a polite smile, catching you off guard.

You look away quickly, feeling your face heat up for no reason. Geez, who just suddenly flashes a smile at a stranger like that? This school’s filled with a bunch of weirdos. As your ride finally goes past him, you flip him off without looking back.

Back to the boy you had a staring competition with…

Samuel Seo, in his side-slicked undercut, white Ralph Lauren long-sleeve shirt with two open buttons at the top, the blue school tie hanging loosely on his neck, school pants, a missing coat, and his handbag lazily thrown over his shoulder, turns a corner and finally sees Jake Kim, face chasing a look to the bus that just left. The middle finger proudly displays itself in the window. When Samuel's eyes flit back to Jake, he focuses on what he is wearing. Making him scoff and call his friend out.

“The fuck you doing in my shirt?”

Jake looks back to see Samuel and walks to him. Shrugging, “Forgot to wash the jumpsuit.”

“Nasty,” Samuel replies.

“This shit’s fucking tight. How do you breathe in your shirts, man?” Jake pinches the front of his shirt, inspecting the material. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Samuel retorts, slapping the back of Jake’s head as they both walk off to their shared dorm.

[...]

“Have you seen Jerry?”

“Nah.” Samuel suddenly vividly remembers when he almost stumbled on his feet during the break when the sun shone on his glasses. Jake hums in reply.

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Finally, you arrive home. You assume your sister got here first, considering she got a ride from the nation’s biggest asshole. Knocking on the door, you’re greeted by your middle-aged dad, who was just about to sort the mail in his neutral tone checkered shirt, covered by a brown vest and a tie underneath. After removing your shoes by the entrance, you get sorted into the living room and sigh from your typically long day.

Your dad approached you as you sat on the couch, putting your socked feet up. Still looking into the number of mail he had on his hands.

“Hello (Name). Made anyone cry today?” Your dad jests.

“No, but it’s only four-thirty.” You smile cheekily at him, to which he chuckles back at you.

“Hi, daddy.” Your sister butts in, coming down the stairs. Sang-min gives your dad a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hello, dear.” 

Looking at your sister and lying on your stomach on the sofa with your hands supporting your chin, you start your array of questions. “So, where have you been?” 

Quickly shutting you down, Sang-min looks at you with threateningly wide eyes. “Nowhere.”

“Hey, what’s this? Kyonggi University in Suwon?” Your dad suddenly pipes up, making you shoot yourself up from the sofa. Taking the piece of opened mail from your father’s hands and scanning it yourself. And there, it was written in bold:

«We are pleased to acknowledge and congratulate Ms. Ryang (Name) on her application’s acceptance. We were very impressed….»

Any message after that didn’t matter to you as the excitement and happiness caught up to you first. Jumping around and looking between the fancy paper, your sister, and your father, anyone could see how happy this made you from a mile away.

“I got in. I got in!!!” You yell for the umpteenth time, now running and plopping yourself back on the sofa, currently reading the whole message of the letter.

Your father followed behind you with a worried look. At the same time, your sister was curious about the current situation, following suit with your dad.

“Isn’t Suwon too far off Central Seoul?” Your dad asks.

“That’s one of the reasons why it’s absolutely perfect!” You grin.

“I thought we… Decided you were going to stay here and go to school? There’s a lot of universities in Seoul.” Your dad suddenly starts listing all the universities nearby, including the one he went to, even mimicking their university mascot. “Wooh! Go, Seoul!”

Your eyebrow raises before it scrunches together in confusion. Facing back to meet your father and sister’s gazes, you reply. “No, you decided.”

A small air of silence.

“Oh, okay. So what, you just pick up and leave, is that it?” Your dad gives you the same expression that you were now showing him. An air of annoyance was starting to radiate off you, and your sister didn’t seem to have picked up on that. Even annoyingly does her sweet smile while saying, “Let’s hope so.”

You now mirror her sickly smile. “Oh, dad, ask Sang-min who drove her home.”

“(Name) don’t change the—” Your dad points at you before facing your sister at record speed. “Drove? Who drove you home?”

“Now, don’t get upset, Daddy, but there’s this boy….” Your sister starts, testing the waters.

But you cut her off. “Who’s a flaming imbecile, by the way.”

“Please.” Your dad shushes you, but your sister starts blowing off. “And I think he might ask me—”

“Please! I think I know what he’s going to ask you.” Your dad then cuts your sister off too. Holding on to her forearms in a worried manner. “And I think the answer is always no. No. It’s always no.” Your sister’s expression turns crestfallen at your father’s reaction.

Your dad then directs her to sit beside you on the couch. Starting with his sermon every time the topic of dating arose. “What are the two house rules?” He says, volume now raised.

Once your sister sits on the couch, your dad answers his questions. “Number one. No dating until you graduate.”

And… “Number two. No dating until you graduate.” Your dad finishes counting the rules with his fingers. “That’s it. That’s all the rules.”

Sang-min crosses her arms, showing a deep pout. “But that’s so unfair!”

“Alright, you wanna know what’s unfair? This is for you too.” Your dad starts again, and you can already see where this is going. “This morning, I delivered a set of twins to a fifteen-year-old girl. You know what she said?”

In your mind, you recited: I’m a crack whore who should have made my skeezy boyfriend wear a condom.

“I’m a crack whore who should have made my skeezy boyfriend wear a condom?” Your sister said for you aloud.

Yeah, got that right. Sometimes, you even wonder how you and your sister can share the same thoughts. Your dad pauses for a while, raising his brows in acknowledgment. That hit the nail right on the head. “Close, but no.” Never mind, then.

“She said, ``I should have listened to my father.`` ”

“Oh, she did not say that!” Sang-min argues.

“Well, that’s what she would have said if she wasn’t doped up.”

You remained quiet for the whole ordeal while your sister was totally blowing up. You hear your sister groan, and she flails her arms forward before saying, “Can we please just focus on me for a second?”

“I am the only girl in school who’s not dating.” 

“Oh, no, you’re not.” Your dad shakes his head quickly and then refers to you. “Your sister’s not dating.”

“Aaand I don’t intend to.” You assure your point by looking between your sister and your dad.

“And why is that again?” Your father declares.

“Is that even a question? I mean, come on, dad. Jaewon’s either filled with boys who probably don’t even wash their hair,” You count with your fingers. “Snotty prepubescent little boys who think they’re it with their branded clothes, probably stolen shoes, or just major criminal-looking men.” The last one suddenly had your brain remind you of the boy who flashed you a smile. Internally shaking away the intrusive thoughts because that was not what you meant by criminal looks.

“Where did you even come from?” Sang-min gawks, “Planet Loser?”

“Oh, yeah? As opposed to Planet, `` Look at me, look at me.``” You taunt, with your hands flailing around like one of those nobles from the 1800s.

A swift clap of hands disrupted your little argument, making the two of you look up at your father. “Okay, here’s how we solve the problem. Old rule out. New rule in, Sang-min can date.”

Your dad’s statement leaves your mouth open in shock, and for Sang-min to cross her arms and smiles happily. Your father begins to walk off, but just before he does, he finishes his sentence. Walking backward and pointing to you. “When she does.”

And suddenly, the happy smile Sang-min had was replaced with the bitter shock that overtook her. She stands up abruptly, trying to chase your dad while you laugh at the situation.

“Wait, dad, but what if she never dates? She’s a total mutant!”

Your dad shrugs. “Then you’ll never date.” Turning his back, he mumbles to himself. “Oh, I like that. And I’ll get to sleep at night!”

Raising his finger, he makes his point clearer. “The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren’t out being impregnated.” Then the ring from his phone indicates the end of the conversation.

Standing up from the sofa, you walk off to your room while your dad points at you as he prepares to leave. “We’ll talk about Kyonggi University later.” You give him a hum of affirmation, going up the stairs that lead to your room. On the other hand, your sister tried to convince your unmoving dad, so, in the end, she resorts to you.

With a hand on the wooden rail of the stairs, she yells. “Can’t you just find someone blind and deaf to take you to the movies so I can have one date?!”

Turning to face her and looking down, you smile at her. “I’m sorry. Guess you’ll just have to miss out on the dreamboat Jin Ho “Eat me” Bin.” You pout.

Your sister gives you a scoff, waving you off and whining. “You suck!”

“You suck~” You mock her back, and she groans, annoyed by you.

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Flipping the pages of the thick book that had «Speak English for Dummies!» right on the title page, at the moment, Jerry was trying his best to take in the overloaded amount of information so he could teach Sang-min all that which he learned. Yeah, he got lucky to score an English tutoring session with Sang-min, so he was trying his best on this! While avidly reading, the quick tapping of heels behind Jerry and the following plop of a bag on his desk made Jerry look up at the beauty that greeted him.

Sang-min smiles at him, and he feels his heart fly out of his chest.

“Hi. I almost thought I got the wrong table. I didn’t expect someone like you to volunteer as my English tutor.” Sang-min begins, and Jerry? Well, he was still formulating the words to reply in his head. “Actually… Can we make this quick?”

“Zack Lee and Daniel Park are having an incredibly horrendous public fight in their class, again.”

For the whole duration that Sang-min was talking, Jerry was unknowingly leaning close to listen to her voice more. It was until she stopped speaking did Jerry regain his stance. Stuttering, he says, “O-oh… Well, you s-see. Okay, I thought we’d start with pronunciation, i-if that’s alright with you.”

“Not the overuse of Rs. It’s actually so hard to remove our natural Korean accent. Can we start on anything else, please?”

“Ah, well, there is an alternative.” Jerry poses.

“There is?”

Jerry scratches his cheek, looking back to the back. “Yeah, uh, we can try American Food. We could, uh, e-eat some together. Maybe… Saturday night?” As subtle as he can, he tries to look back at Sang-min.

Sang-min squints her eyes with a genuine smile. Trying to decipher what was going on. Speaking up, she says, “You’re Asking me out?”

Then Sang-min grins, showing off her white teeth. “That’s so cute! I never expected you to be so timid too. What’s your name again?” She leans on her chin.

“J-Jerry.” He says, looking down bashfully with his hands and fingers crossed together in such a behave-looking position. “Jerry Kwon.”

Jerry clears his throat and smiles at Sang-min too. “I know your dad doesn’t let you date, but since we’re studying so you could learn English, you know….” Around Sang-min, Jerry had the peculiar habit of scratching his cheek or picking on his nails.

“Oh, sorry, wait a minute. Tom…” Sang-min cuts off.

“Jerry.” He corrected timidly.

“My dad actually came up with a new rule. So I can date when my sister does.” Sang-min trails off with her sentence.

“Really?” Jerry perks up, and suddenly, his whole body faces her while he is still sitting on the chair. “Do you like sailing? I read about this place that rents boats made for—”

“A colossal problem, Jeremy.” Jerry almost speaks up to correct his name again, but Sang-min continues. “In case you haven’t heard, my sister’s a hideous breed of loser.”

Feeling down, Jerry picks on the corner of one of the pages in the open book. “Y-yeah, I heard she was a little antisocial. Do you know why?”

“The only mystery even Scooby-doo can’t solve.” Sang-min shrugs. “She used to be popular, and then it was like, she got sick of it or something.”

“Theories abound as to why, but I’m pretty sure she’s incapable of human interaction. I mean, she basically, like, has no friends now.” Sang-min continues, smiling at Jerry again. “Plus, she’s a bitch.”

Jerry sweats at this, trying to cook up his solutions. “But I’m sure, you know, that there are lots of guys who wouldn’t, you know, mind going out with a difficult wo-man.” Jerry stutters throughout his sentence. Trying to regain his point, he shakes his hands because he feels what he said was wrong.

“I mean, you know, people jump out of airplanes and ski off cliffs or beat up a hundred guys to protect a street. It’d be like, uh, like, Extreme Dating!”

“Shhh!” A couple of students reacted at the back when Jerry picked up his volume by the end. Though once they saw Jerry apologizing sincerely, they piped down due to sheer intimidation.

Now hush-hush between Sang-min and Jerry, who leaned into each other to whisper instead. Sang-min cooks up a reply to what Jerry was trying to say earlier. “You think you can find someone that extreme?”

“I think so…” For you. Jerry thinks.

“You’d do that for me?” Sang-min holds her hand out to touch Jerry’s arm. Suddenly hyped up, Jerry immediately says: “Yes!” Nodding his head avidly.

A smack of a hand on their table catches their attention briefly. Showing a brunette guy with a messy haircut looking at them with an intense glare. “Quiet down.” And then he leaves, Jerry, taking note of the black army jacket that he wore.

Jerry comes down from his high, focusing on the girl of his dreams right next to him. “I mean— I’ll, I could, I could look into it.”

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“There’s a lot of guys from our department. Maybe you can find one here.” Brad says, leading Jerry into the Sophomores' area, right into the deep man cave—the jungle that is the Architecture Dept.

With his hand resembling the “OK” gesture, Jason kisses the tips of his put-together thumb and index. “The finest of Jaewon.” And then the door opens.

It revealed a bunch of guys who were… Weightlifting? Half the class wore black leather jackets with “BNC” and a burning knuckle brass on top of the text. It trailed off to the sleeves with duplicated horizontal lines trailing down to the end. The other half had their jumpsuits down to reveal either a white shirt covered with a plain black coat or just the black jacket paired with whatever shirt or lack thereof they had.

Yes, the Architecture Department was filled with only men for the longest time. Usually, they’d form a single group under a single leader who had shown the most tremendous power amongst the whole batch. But for this year, there were two groups. The other was Burn Knuckles under Vasco, and the other was Big Deal. Under Jake Kim.

What they had in common was that they were formed with the pretense that they were solely just like their leader and had chosen to follow either of the two for as long as they could. Does this spark war, you ask? Well, neither of the leaders aren’t really into unnecessary fights. So, in the end, they simply coexist. Initially, Big Deal was from Sinu Han, an alumnus of Jaewon.

“Osu! Everyone from Big Deal, say hello to the No. 2!” Brad Lee pipes up, and the members of Big Deal immediately stand up from their seats to greet the freshman.

Even the men from Burn Knuckles thought Jerry was already an alumnus, whispering about how big he looked. Is this guy really a student? Was the question most asked.

“No. 2, Jerry Kwon! Welcome to our classroom!” They bow at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

“Geez, what’s the ruckus?” Jace scratches his ear, waking up from his power nap on the floor. When his eyes flit to Jerry, he reels. “Woah.”

“Our junior here was just asking for help. He’s looking for a guy that would be fit for a girl.”

“...” The classroom freezes and digests the information.

“A girl.”

“A girl?!” They yell in unison.

“Should I volunteer, Jace?” Vasco grins, tapping his best friend’s shoulder. Contrariwise, Jace was measuring the situation. He thinks about why a mafia boss has visited them. Vasco and I were just visiting the sophomores. I guess it was the right time to hang around…

Suddenly, everyone was raising their hands and asking questions.

Is she pretty?

From what department?

Can she lift 100kg?

“Who’s the girl first?” Jace asks, raising his hand, and the crowd goes silent. They were all waiting for the answer. Yui Kim? Zoe Park? Joy Hong? Ryang Sang-min?

“Ryang…” They all listen closely. Sang-min? Sang-min? Sang-min!?

“(Name).” Brad finishes.

And suddenly, they all slump their backs. No longer listening to whatever offer Brad and Jason were trying to give them. In the back, even Vasco was put down. Shivering, he recalls, “She once told me that I smelled.”

He cries to Jace, “Do I smell, Jace?!”

Jace pats Vasco’s back while the rest of the Burn Knuckles yell their reprisals. “You don’t smell, Vasco!”

“If Vasco smells, then Burn Knuckle smells!”

“It’s the true smell of a man.”

The other half of Big Deal was awfully quiet, avoiding the looks Jerry, Jason, and Brad were giving them. Absolutely no support whatsoever. None, nein, nothing. Brad sighs and palms his similarly shaven head.

“Well, we’re empty. Sorry, Jerry.” Brad apologizes while Jason tries to comfort the sad giant.

“I told you it was pointless, the girl’s hopeless man,” Jason says.

Jerry frowned as he slowly left the room. He looked like a sad baby. All things, including the scars on his face, were set aside. The rest of the sophomores felt terrible, mainly the ones under Big Deal, but it even caught the attention of Vasco and Jace by the end. At least until Jerry bumped into someone right before the sophomores’ classroom. When Jerry focused on who it was,

“Jake!” Jerry exclaims, to which Jake replies with an easygoing smile.

“Hey. Eat lunch yet?” Jake greets, patting Jerry’s shoulder. “You should eat more. Nutrients are important.”

Once the other members of Big Deal spotted their leader standing right outside the door talking to Jerry, they immediately crowded the entrance in a straight line. Once more, in unison, they speak at a volume that could be heard from the highest to the lowest floor of the whole school.

“Boss Jake! Welcome to our class!”

“Don’t I get a greeting too?” Samuel pops out beside Jake, who was busy telling them to lower their voices to not disrupt other classes.

The other Big Deal members stay quiet, and Samuel laughs, putting his hands in his pockets. “How come I feel a little hurt, huh? I was your number two for a while, too, you know.”

“The only number two you’ll be from now on is when you go to the toilet,” Jake says, using his index finger to pull his cheek down and poke his tongue out toward the male. Samuel was smiling, but a visible irk mark formed on his forehead.

While the two bicker, Jerry is downcast again. Jake immediately notices this.

“Hey, you okay, big guy? You know, if something’s wrong, I can always help.”

This perks Jerry up, and Samuel flinches at the sight of how Jerry is starkly different from what you’d assume his character was at first glance. It was then that Jerry recalled everything since the very beginning. From when he met Sang-min to his current dilemma: Finding someone that can date you.

“Oh, so that was your only problem?” Samuel reacts first. Leaning with his hand on Jake’s shoulder, he rubs his fingers together in front of Jerry. “If you’ve got money, maybe I can find someone to take up the job.”

“I’ll do it.” Jake perks up.

That was the second time that everyone froze. All motion stopped inside the classroom. It wasn’t just Big Deal that reacted harshly, screaming altogether with Burn Knuckles.

“WHAT?!”

“He’s a true man, Jace. Maybe I should have taken the chance too. He feels so cool right now.” Vasco feels a teardrop on his cheek.

“Vasco…” Jace says. Looking at the unknowing man who was scratching his chin, Jace thinks He’s not normal. Is this why he’s the ``Big Boss`` of Big Deal!?

“BOSS! You don’t have to sacrifice yourself!” Some of the members from Big Deal retort.

Samuel recovers, breathing heavily as if he’d just been beaten to a pulp. “Jake, you’re different after all.”

Jerry sees his new hope surface in the face of Jake Kim. He hugged his big brother, who was ironically smaller than him. Unbeknownst to Jerry, he also accidentally squeezed Samuel. Squishing the two men together in the bigger man’s arms, making their cheeks stick and for Samuel to tap Jerry’s back multiple times as a sign for Tapping Out.

Suddenly, Brad speaks up. “But for Boss Jake to date (Name), he’ll need money for the dates. Do you have any funds on you, Boss?”

Jerry lets go of the two boys who are fixing their clothes. Samuel was rapidly wiping his cheek off, acting as if Jake had cooties. Jake, on the other hand, simply patted himself off of imaginary dust and replied, taking his pockets out that held nothing but crumpled paper and a bunch of coins.

“Nope.”

“Then you guys need a backer,” Samuel suggests, fixing his glasses on his nose.

“What’s that?” Jake asks.

“Someone stupid, but with money.”

From the room, anyone could hear the oohs coming from the Archi Dept. 

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It was break time in the school’s crowded cafeteria. At one of the tables, there was a student drawing boobs on one of the lunch trays with a permanent marker. That student was surrounded by his lackeys, as usual, save for one who wasn’t a lackey.

“Oh yeah.” Vin Jin says as he keeps on with his masterpiece.

“You look like a third grader who just learned how to draw, Vin.” Mary insults. 

“Vin Jin,” Jason says, sitting on the table with the rest of Big Deal, save for Jake. “He’s perfect.”

“Wait, he has money?” Brad asks.

“I mean, his shoes don’t look cheap. And he’s perfect. He likes Sang-min, too, so he’s sure to back Jake up if it means ``scoring.``”

Jerry grumbles at the term. “He will not ``score.``”

“Of course. Since that also means you can go on a date with your girl and have a chance at beating the jerkoff. We let him pretend that he’s calling the shots, so while he pays Jake to take out (Name), you can take your sweet time with Sang-min.” Jason explains

“Win-win!” Jason cheers, putting his arms up.

With this, the rest of Big Deal also cheers at the table. Jerry nods, understanding the situation. He admits, “It’s a pretty good idea.”

But a question now raises itself: Who’ll ask Vin Jin? See, none of them were intimidated, but they needed to pick the right person for the job to be done right. Because if Vin Jin refuses, then Jerry will never get married! Big Deal offered to gather up their funds together for Jake, but Jake refused to use his own group’s money. As Samuel said, if he was going to use someone else’s money, he might as well use the money of someone he didn’t care about. This made the other Big Deal members cry and inadvertently strengthened the loyalty they had for Jake Kim.

In the end, they picked one of the most reasonable people in Big Deal. Their one and only Lineman. Just as he approaches Vin’s table, Mary leaves to buy a drink. She gives a quick greeting to the guy, which Lineman acknowledges before passing each other. At the same time, Lineman takes the seat Mary once sat on and turns it so that he faces Vin Jin, who is puckering his lips in disdain.

The whole exchange was watched over intently by Jerry, Jason, Brad, and the rest of Big Deal. Lineman was their No. 6, after all. They couldn’t hear anything, but they saw the expression on Vin’s face change from annoyed to semi-interested. Even putting the cap of his marker back on, forgetting about drawing on the lunch tray. On their side…

“The Ryang sisters, they can’t date. Specifically, Sang-min can’t date if her older sister doesn’t.” Lineman starts pointing at the table to simply prove his point, “She can’t go out with you because nobody wants to go out with Ryang (Name). Well,” Lineman claps.

“See, what we think—”

“Wait, we?” Vin cuts him off. “Who the fuck are we?”

Lineman gives a glance and a nod to the side, pertaining to the many eyes that were overlooking the single table that had Vin and his two other friends in tow. Vin, for some reason, feels more animosity from the monster that sat in the middle of their long, lined table staring at him. Vin stays quiet and looks back at Lineman, who continues what he is saying.

“What we think is that you need to hire a guy who’ll go out with her.”

Vin places his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm and tapping his cheek. Still, with his puckered lips, this time, in thought. One of Vin’s friends then speaks up.

“What’s even in it for you guys?”

Lineman wastes no time responding, already having thought of this coming. “Our boss thinks that it’s a good idea to form good relationships with other departments. And you look like you’re the boss of Vocal & Dance. It’s only necessary to strengthen our bonds as students of Jaewon-High.” He preaches with no stutters.

“Who’s the guy you have in mind?” Vin Jin asks.

Right on time, Jake enters the cafeteria, yawning and looking like he just woke up from a sound sleep. He had a cowlick on the right side of his head, and a pen that he probably overlooked was still stuck on his cheek. Lineman points to him subtly with his hand.

“That guy? What makes you think that guy could stand the nutcase of a woman?” Vin inquires, already skeptical that he is just getting used for his money.

“He’s not the boss of Big Deal for no reason. A solid investment.” Lineman smirks.

With the sound of chairs being pushed back and feet padding across the hall, a clear path was made just so Jake Kim could pass through to an empty table with a meal already prepared with no problems. Vin also notices the visible slanted vertical scar that grazed Jake’s mouth. He felt a subtle chill on his neck before he cleared his throat.

“Tch. Fine. I’ll think about it.”

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Field day.

Jake was sitting on one of the benches while the other students of J-high were either doing gym classes, having free time, or running around the grounds playing whatever sport they felt like. The sun was high, and it was hot with no shade, so Jake had to squint everywhere he looked. His black coat was off, leaving him in the baggy pants of the black jumpsuit for those in their Senior year with the top half let down, leaving him in a white tank top, his tattoos from his chest visible up to the ones on his wrists due to the sweat cultivating on his skin.

Jake had just taken a single stick of cigarette and lit it up, putting it in his mouth and inhaling.

Smoking was banned in school, but since his first year in Jaewon, Jake’s learned the habit of the professors that scolded the students for smoking. Plus, he’s got lookouts.

“Hey.” The callout makes Jake look at Vin, wearing gold chains and his leopard-printed sunglasses, he was missing his hat, and his favorite black and white-striped jacket hung on his shoulder, so this time, he was also in a tank top, though it was black. “Fuck.” He utters under his breath.

“You're the Big Boss, right?” Vin Jin asks. He was with his two other friends.

“Do I know you?” Jake asks, looking at Vin with bored eyes, tapping on the cigarette to let the ashes on the tip fly off in the passing wind.

Vin laughs under his breath, annoyed. He was about to take back his greeting and leave, thinking that the guy that talked to him probably messed with him. But Jake interrupts Vin’s thoughts as Jake remembers what Jerry told him.

“Nevermind, I remember now.”

Of course, I’m the boss of our department. Hah! Everyone knows me! Vin rubs his chin, releasing a devious smile. This makes Jake stop and visibly cringe. Man, this dude’s ugly. 

Standing a little closer, Vin smugly puts his hands on his hips and looks at where you are currently playing soccer with your class. This makes Jake look in front of him, right where Vin Jin is looking.

“You see that girl?”

“Hm,” Jake replies, inhaling another hit from the cig. 

“That’s Ryang (Name). I want you to go out with her.” Vin ordered.

While Jerry Kwon was in class, he suddenly felt the need to sneeze. “A-Who do you think you are, talking to Jake like that-Choo!” Everyone in his class looked at him weirdly, deservingly so. But Jerry seemed to have no clue why everyone was staring at him as he rubbed his nose. A thought came into mind while the professor in Jerry’s class resumed his lesson: I wonder if someone is disrespecting Jake right now…

Back to the field where Jake and Vin were staring at you— correction— Vin was staring at Jake, and Jake was staring at you. Jake realized that you were the girl that flipped him off on the bus a couple of weeks ago.

“You already know the conditions, right?” Vin continued as Jake remained silent. Giving Vin the passive treatment.

Now that Jake was actually at the premise of pulling it off, he felt terrible. Not for using Vin’s money. But because this whole ordeal felt as if you were the ultimate pawn and that everyone just wanted to get past you so they could get to your sister. But the image of Jerry’s sad face, and Vin’s annoying-ass face, got Jake reeling. I mean, he’ll be using this asshat’s money, and he’ll get to know you. Maybe it’ll be worth it, Jake thinks as he watches you breathe heavily, bending over slightly, with your hair sticking to your forehead, in the school’s soccer team uniform that was nearly skin tight from the immense practice it went through.

“So, you’ll be investing in me, isn’t that right? Let’s get this over with.” Jake puffs out another smoke. He hands out his hand, waiting for Vin to hand over his ``downpayment``. 

Vin smirks, happy to get his plans in motion.

Vin takes out the cash from his wallet and hands it to Jake, folded. Putting the cigarette in his mouth, Jake unfolds the cash to reveal about a hundred bucks. Guess Vin was stupid. But with money.

Jake pockets the early compensation and puts his cigarette out with his foot. With that, Vin walks off with his friends.

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“Great practice, everybody! Good hustle, Ryang.” Your coach, Mr. Minji, calls.

You jog to the bench where the rest of the team’s stuff is placed. You thank your coach for the praise before you wipe the sweat on your forehead, threatening to drip on your eyes. God knows how much it stings when it drips into your eyes. You were fixing your bag, trying to look for your thermal 1.8L water bottle. When you finally found it, you unscrewed the cap and took a long drink to rehydrate.

Just as you finish, a familiar face greets you.

“Hey there, pretty. How’re you?” Jake Kim offers you his most charming close-eyed smile, along with a wink right after. Even leaning on his knees for a second to adjust to your more petite frame in contrast to his larger build.

You give a tight smile back, nodding. The fuck… “Sweating like a pig. And yourself?” You sling your bag over your shoulder.

“Here, trying to get your attention.” Jake shrugs and points to himself with his index finger. “You certainly got mine.”

“Finally.” You breathe out, and Jake tilts his head. Finally…? Were you— “You’ve certainly helped me achieve my mission in life since I’ve struck your fancy. It worked. Thanks.” You say with the most lifeless tone. Oh. 

Jake gives you a small laugh, following behind you closely whilst you walk. Which was faster than an average person, he noticed. Having a hard time catching up even with his giant strides. He places his hands in his jumpsuit’s pockets, now walking toe-to-toe beside you. Leaning a little closer so you could hear him amidst the array of students, Jake says with an air of playfulness:

“Pick you up on Friday?”

“Oh. Right, Friday.” You nod in mock enthusiasm before raising your hand in front of his face. “Uhuh.”

“I’ll take you places you’ve never been before.” Jake raises his already naturally arched brows.

“Take me places— Where? The Hypermarket in Gangnam?” You squint at him, unknowingly raising your shoulders in protest of his bad ideas. Plus, “Do you even know my name, dog boy?”

Jake stops in his steps for a while as you continue walking in front of him. “Ryang (Name).” Which makes you stop walking to face him with squinted brows. Both from the heat of the sun, and the way that he did, in fact, know your name. You two stand there for a while, almost recreating the time when you saw him on the bus.

“Doesn’t matter. Screw off.” Then, you walk away. Leaving Jake Kim to think.

In the sophomores’ classroom in the Architecture Dept, everyone, including non-Big Deal members, watched the whole interaction between the infamous Ryang (Name) and the more famous Jake Kim. They even saw how their Big Boss was left in the dust by the girl. Some were still commending Jake, some of the Big Deal members cried for Jake, while Jason and Brad…

“Jerry’s screwed. We’re screwed.” Jason relays to Brad.

“Hey, no, are you saying you don’t trust the Big Boss?” Brad replies. Though in his mind, he thought the same thing. To distract himself, he says, “We should be upbeat, upbeat!”

“We’re~! Screwed~!”

Brad could only nod and sigh at Jason in defeat. Placing his gaze back towards their boss, who was still standing there in the middle of the field, looking in the direction that you left him off with.

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You just finished washing your face, already preparing for bed. You wiped your face off the droplets of water sticking to your skin, feeling refreshed.

“Have you considered a new look?” Your sister brings up abruptly. You shared the same bathroom, after all. “Like, seriously, you have some definite potential under all that hostility.”

Still patting your face with the soft towel, you give her a reply. “It’s not hostility. Just annoyed.”

Sang-min begins playing with your hair, trying to style it before you lightly push her off. She sits on her chair where a vanity mirror is displayed, reflecting her image. “Why don’t you try being nice? People won’t know what to think.”

You check if you have any zits on your face, “You forget, I don’t care what people think.” 

“Yes, you do.” Your sister quips, brushing her hair lightly as she stares into her reflection.

“No, I don’t.” You say with a subtle authority in your tone. You squint at Sang-min’s reflection, “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know.”

A small air of pause as Sang-min finally notices you looking at her through her reflection. She looks back at you, “I happen to like being adored, thank you.”

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You come out of the B&B Music Store after your little hustle of finding new headphones. You often visit here because they also sell instruments. And since you’re a well-known regular, sometimes, they let you try out the electric guitar you’ve been pining for and saving for since the dawn of time. It was almost afternoon, but the day was relatively calm, and the sun wasn’t too intense. A perfect day.

Until you see who’s leaning on your car. It was a blue and white used Chevy Chevrolet 1955 car that you also saved up for the longest time. Though your dad chipped in when it was your birthday, you’re proud of using the majority of your money on it. You don’t use it often since Jaewon wasn’t exactly filled with angels.

“Nice car. Very vintage.” Jake comments with a friendly smile, supporting his tall frame with his forearm on the roof of the car.

“Jake Kim…” You breathe out, pinching your nose. This makes Jake flinch, propping himself up from your car. “Are you actually following me?” 

With your accusation, Jake quickly raises his hands in surrender. “I was not! Please don’t think I’m a weirdo!”

You raise your brow, crossing your arms, waiting for more than that shitty excuse. Jake takes the hint and points back with his thumb. “I was in the laundromat. I saw you enter the store a couple of minutes ago. I came over to wait for you so I could say hi.”

“Honest.” Jake finishes off, drawing a cross over his heart. Today, he was in white, casual loose pants, a hoodie in a really light shade of brown, coated with another jacket in dark denim that was open, and plain white shoes.

“Eyes up here, pretty,” Jake smirks playfully, crossing his arms this time. This idiot. To think I was about to compliment his fashion taste.

“You came to say hi, right? Well, hi.” You remark, walking over to the door that led to the driver’s seat, just where Jake was blocking earlier. Just as you were reaching for the handle, he slid to stop it from your reach again.

“You don’t like talking much, do you?” Jake cranes his neck to level his face with yours.

You smile sweetly at him. “Hm, depends on the topic. My car nor your trip to the laundromat doesn’t really whip me into a ``verbal frenzy.`` Run along and wash your sweaty uniforms now.”

“You’re tough. You’re not scared of me?” Jake pouts. You don’t give him a reaction. He sighs and rolls his jacket sleeves up. “Not even one of these guns?”

“About forty-five percent of the school’s population consists of boys like you flaunting their inked skin. So why should I be afraid of you?”

“Hmmm… I don’t usually flaunt this, but how does being No. 1 of Big Deal sound?”

“Sounds like you’ve thought of that name just so you can say that you’re ``The Big Deal`` ‘round these parts. Corny when you actually hear it, sorry. Not afraid of that, big boy. Think of something else for me.”

Jake, still with his jacket sleeves rolled up, chuckles. He finds your replies genuinely interesting. Leaning a little closer towards you, “Okay, well, maybe you’re not afraid of me….”

“But I’m sure you’ve thought of me naked.” Jake gives you a cheeky smile and a sneaky wink.

You gasp. And Jake thinks he’s finally got you. “Am I that transparent?”

Placing your hand over your chest and leaning a little closer with every word, “I want you, I need you. Oh, baby. Oh, baby.” Jake actually blushed a little from the distance you closed in the short amount of time. If only you didn’t say that with the dullest voice and expressionless face, maybe he’d have felt butterflies.

You finally got a hold of the door handle, prompting Jake to push himself off the door. He scratches the back of his head in another failure.

“Careful on the drive home.” Jake waves, going back to his dirty laundry, waiting across the street as you prepare to leave, happy to be in your car with no nuances anymore. You put in the key, trying a couple of times as usual before the engine starts. Putting the gear on reverse, you were just about to leave.

But a motorbike parks right behind you to block your exit, and you groan, realizing who it is. Today was definitely an asshole day. You switch gear back to Neutral and raise your hand break. Peeking out of your open window, Vin Jin walks past you.

“Do you mind?” You ask, already pissed.

“Not at all,” Vin replies, twirling the motorbike’s keys around his index finger.

“Fine.” You whisper. You push the hand break back down, shifting into reverse, and you back onto the bike. Enough to tumble it to the ground.

Across the street, Jake watches and laughs at the exchange. Samuel, in his casual wear composed of mid-thigh shorts and a printed black shirt covered with a maroon hoodie because his tattoos were showing more this time, looks to what made Jake laugh and saw the scene, chuckling to himself too. They both continue to observe you laughing at Vin’s rage.

They hear Vin Jin panic and scream at you for being a massive bitch whilst you drove off, probably not listening anymore.

The whole affair with you maiming Vin’s bike, which you found out was actually Mary’s cousin’s motorbike, reached your dad and your sister later that evening. Sang-min was mad that she had to take the bus to school instead of being taken to by Vin, and your dad was angry because, well, of course, you had to pay for the minor damages to the vehicle. Still, you say, it was worth it.

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Vin Jin grimaces angrily as he finally spots the guy he hired. He walks towards Jake, who is sleeping on his desk. Vin pushes Jake’s shoulder to wake him. Jake stirs awake, still in the throes of his break time nap, when Vin already starts his scolding, trapping Jake on his chair with Vin’s arms that hold both sides of the table. Jake leans back, unamused and certainly not intimidated.

“I shell out a hundred. I expect results.” Vin says with clenched teeth. Even with multi-layer tinted sunglasses in a dimly lit room, you could feel just how piercing Vin’s gaze was toward Jake. Anyone could feel it. But he’s Jake Kim. All that did was remind him that he probably had saliva that dried on his chin, wiping it off during the whole ordeal. “Watching that bitch violate my motorbike doesn’t count as a date.”

“Now, if you don’t get any, I don’t get any.” Vin taunts, “So get some.” He pokes Jake’s chest.

Just as Vin turns to leave, Jake speaks up. “I just upped my price. Add ‘nother fifty, in advance.”

“Huuuuh? Forget it.” Vin scowls. “Well, forget her sister, then.” Jake rebukes, starting to lay back down on his desk, taunting Vin by making it look like he was making himself visibly comfortable.

The next series of events were Vin grumbling as he reached into his pocket and slammed the bill in front of Jake. “You better hope you’re as smooth as you think you are, Jake Kim.”

Jake sighs exasperatedly, pulling the bill to place it in his pocket. He then goes back to his nap to replenish enough energy before the bell rings.

[...]

“Class Schedule, Reading List, Concert Tickets to one of her many favorite indie bands playing tomorrow.” Sang-min lists off, giving some of it to Jerry.

Jake didn’t know what he was doing here right now. With your sister, Jerry, as well as Jason, and Brad, who were waiting outside to give him a call in case you get home. This is definitely wrong, an absolute breach of privacy. This all feels against his personal code of morals, and in the back of his head, he can hear his previous superior, Sinu Han, scolding him in the form of a tiny angel sitting on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to do this,” Jake says, out of the blue, making Sang-min stop rummaging through your drawers to look at him.

“You didn’t seem so opposed earlier. Plus, we’re doing this so I can go to the party with Jerry that Beom from Practical Music is hosting. Right, Jerry?” Sang-min recalls, placing both her hands on her hips as she looks at Jerry for affirmation. To which the big guy nods frantically with a small smile. Seeing how Jerry was really into going to a party with your sister, Jake couldn’t help but let go of his morals for a little bit.

“Plus, it was you guys that asked for help. I refused at first, too, because it was creepy when I first thought about it, but for the sake of my social life….” Sang-ming trails. “And we’re not going too far into her stuff. You guys better not be stalkers or something.”

Typically, Jerry didn’t really ask for much.

But rummaging through a girl’s room is wrong! Imaginary Sinu says. Well, he was right, but…

But she’s actually pretty, isn’t she? Plus, poor Jerry doesn’t ask for much. Stop worrying. Who was this? Jake asks himself at the immediate entrance of a new imaginary figure. It was… Samuel?! What the fuck was going on in his head…?

“Oh, look, black panties.” Sang-min smiles cheekily, nitpicking your plain black underwear taken from inside your top drawer. Jake immediately covers Jerry’s eyes with his hand.

“Cover your ears, Jerry!” Jake sputters quickly. And Jerry, ever obedient, follows quickly. Already having a light shade of pink on the tips of his ears at Sang-min exposing your… Garment.

“What does that have to do with me dating your sister?” Jake asks with a clenched jaw, pissed but more so flustered and red at the same time.

Sang-min couldn’t believe that a guy like Jake Kim didn’t know what black panties meant. “She wants to have sex someday.”

On Jake’s shoulders sat the imaginary figures. One was laughing his heart out, while the other had a similar reaction to Jake. Sinu, who was also quite red despite being depicted as an angel, gives Jake a go-go-okay sign. Who does he think he is for giving me a go sign?! Go away! Samuel couldn’t stop laughing and hitting Jake’s shoulder in his miniature stature.

“She could just like the color. How can I trust you?” Jake rebukes, peeling his eyes off the article that is still in your sister’s hand.

Sang-min groans as if it was apparent. “Women just don’t buy black lingerie for nothing. They buy it because they want someone to see it.” She raises her eyebrows at Jake when she finishes her sentence. Jakes covers half his face with his other free hand, and he feels the heat that stuck to his skin because of whatever Sang-min said.

[...]

“So, first thing, (Name) hates...” Brad starts. Jake puffs out a smoke whilst leaning on a billiard table that he and the guys reserved just to hang out for the night. “Smokers. She said, and I quote, ``Would rather die than date a smoker.``”

Jake puts his cigarette out, recalling the detail that Sang-min told them earlier.

“And she likes pretty guys!” Jason remarks with his index finger pointing up, “As proven by the picture of that idol DG that Sang-min showed us earlier.”

The small group went quiet as opposed to their other buddies talking on the other reserved billiard tables in the local night bar. Jake forbids most of them to drink if they’re under twenty-one like him, though. Which, really, they all are. It just so happens that this was run by one of the girls from their street. None of them spoke a word as Jake pushed his hair back on both sides. “I guess we have no problem with that part.”

“...” Jason and Brad stare at Jake.

“...” Jake stares at Jason and Brad.

“What?”

“Nothing, boss.” Brad states.

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” Jake asks the question they all dreaded. If Jerry was here, he probably would have agreed with no brakes, but Jake made him go home early. So he doesn’t forget to do his homework.

“Hey, no, he’s stunning!” Jason argues, lightly pushing Brad away, and points to Jake with both his hands. “Prettiest guy in Jaewon!”

“Gorgeous guy, of course.” Brad agrees, too, all of a sudden, grasping his head. “Just taking opinions. Everyone knows Jake is a pretty guy.”

Jake looks off, playing with his hands now that he can’t smoke. “So, she likes traditional Japanese food, indie rock, and psychological horror movies that can be portrayed easily in real life?”

Jason and Brad nod, knowing that Jake got it all right. 

“All right, then.” Jake finishes the conversation quickly, pushing himself off the edge of the billiard table and getting a cue stick, ready to play Pool. 

“Club ViVi, tomorrow night, her favorite band’s gonna be playing there,” Jason adds, getting a cue stick, too, whilst Brad prepares to arrange the balls for their game.

“Club ViVi?! I can’t be seen at Club ViVi.” Jake suddenly pipes up.

“But she’ll be there. She’s marked it in her calendar.” Jason rebukes, making Jake grasp his forehead in thought. He remembers getting into a brawl with their top bouncer there once, Xiaolung, was it?

“I mean, it’s just one night. Did you do something wrong there, Boss?” Brad looks at Jake, now having the balls arranged and prepped. He got a chalk to rub on the tip of his cue stick.

She has a pair of black underwear. His small demon, Samuel, whispered in his ear. Instinctively, Jake swats the image away, making Jason and Brad think there is a fly bothering Jake. Though they both wonder why their boss was red-faced all of a sudden.

“Nothing. It’s fine. I’ll go.” Jake shakes his head, still stuck on a particular image in his head.

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The sticky air filled with sweat that any typical club would radiate permeated through the whole environment that was Club ViVi. Jake was easily let in by the two bouncers up front, allowing him to delve deeper into the club. He was trying his best to lay low and avoid meeting Xiaolung accidentally.

The club was full of drunk young adults, guys in loose shirts, and women in tight dresses. Jake opted to wear a black silk short-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned from the top with a simple silver chain. He had black pants and black Johnston & Murphy pair of dress shoes. Jake didn’t bother tucking the shirt in his pants like Samuel told him, just allowing the smooth silk to stretch through his body. His tattoo sleeves were easily seen, and he was ogled by the many ladies that he quickly passed by.

The neon purple, pink, and the occasional green were blasting all through the rooms of Club ViVi, and Jake had to push through a bunch of people to get to the stage where a band called Bad Suns was playing. Jake’s eyes flit to the denser crowd surrounding the scene in the center of the glistering dance floor. Then to the band that was playing on the stage, shining with sweat.

“I had no reason to breathe,” Uninterested, Jake suddenly spots your image. “Until you knocked the wind out of me.”

You were wearing a white crisscrossed wrap top. Covering only what you wanted to cover. You had light-washed denim jeans and white strap heels, and despite the thin heels supporting your feet, you were still excitedly jumping around and dancing to the rhythm of the song. Full of energy, with a huge grin, your hair swayed and wrapped around your face. The same grin you had on was contagious enough to infect Jake Kim.

“Thanks for listening to Life Was Easier When I Only Cared About Me, now for Daft Pretty Boys! A one, a one-two-three!” The singer yells into the mic as the beat shifts.

As the song begins, Jake slowly makes his way to your singular form. He couldn’t believe that you go to clubs like this all alone. Even if there were so many raving people around him, Jake excused himself to keep going. Until he finally got behind you, who was still unaware. Jake bobs his head and moves lightly to the beats of the song just so he can meld with the others who are dancing with much more fervor than he was. He chose to focus more on you, waiting for you to notice his presence. Unwilling to disrupt your excitement and happiness at this moment.

“Like the gates of heaven are open now,”

Suddenly, Jake thinks about how anyone could ever be scared of you. How could anyone be angry with you? You were just— Abruptly, you accidentally stepped back and tripped backward, yelping on instinct. Your hands try to reach out for the closest support; your other leg is raised as the other is losing its balance. But just as you grab the silk material, Jake already has his stable hand supporting your back, you face him, and he meets you.

The flashing lights and the dark ambiance made it hard for you to recognize Jake at first. Thinking he was just a random boy who was trying to shoot his shot. Which wasn’t a pretty far-off conclusion, actually. 

Your eyes glowed with the neon lights, and his eyes could only softly reflect yours. With a dazed look, you finally figure it out, “Jake.” You breathe out.

“She says, ``There’s a dangerous kind of cool about you.``” The singer on the stage sang with fervor.

Jake raises you up from your leaning position smoothly. “What are you doing here?” You appraise, fixing yourself.

Still, Jake had his hand unconsciously on your back, ghosting above the semi-exposed skin. “I hang out here every now and then. I know a couple of people here.” Jake replies, leaning closer to your face so you can hear him talk. You face him, and you catch a whiff of the natural musk and a touch of mint from when Jake spoke. “You’re not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke.”

“I quit.” Jake grins at you, and he cups his mouth. “Apparently, they’re bad for me.”

“You think?” You snarkily reply. You clutch your forehead, regaining your balance while you hold onto Jake’s forearm that he so generously offered to you. “But thanks for having my back. I think I need water, though.”

As you started to navigate through the dancing crowd that was taking your last place, Jake’s figure was right behind you, helping to push the other people lightly. He has his arm stretched out, reaching just above your head, and you look back at him, and all he did was give you a thumbs up and a wide grin. Noticing his scar that stretched out with his grin and you try to clear your throat, ignoring the way his shirt was brushing your back as you walked off.

When the both of you arrived, the bartender was cleaning a glass. When Jake looks up from your form, he notices who the bartender is. “Johan?”

“Oh. Hey.” The boy replies curtly. Jake leans on the counter, sitting right beside where you sat. “Did you always work here? Aren’t you a minor?”

“I make the drinks. I don’t drink them.” He explains. “I’ve been looking for a well-paying part-time job these days.”

Johan then looks at you then flits back to Jake. Mildly interested in how Ryang (Name) and Jake Kim mixed out of the blue.

“Uh, hey. I just need some water.” You call out to the boy. Nodding, Johan reaches out from the cooler behind him after he places the shot glass down. When he handed it to you, he decided to leave you and Jake to your own devices. Johan wasn’t one for engaging in gossip or whatnot.

Taking the cold bottle of water, you try to open the cap. But it was way tighter than it should be. Jake was looking at you struggle all this time, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He takes the bottle from your hands and opens it with ease, handing it back to you.

“Thank you again.” You fix a strand of your hair and drink the water. Both to cool down from all your burst of energy on the dance floor earlier and from the irritating man that was sitting beside you. Wiping your lip from the water, you face Jake. “If you’re planning on asking me out again, you might as well just get over it.”

Jake opts to lean on his enclosed hand supported by the table. He chooses to change the topic just as he drinks the glass of orange juice Johan left for him. “You know,” Jake starts with a loud volume, giving you a cheeky side glance, “These guys, Bad Suns? They’re pretty good. Though they’re no Weathers or the Technicolors.”

You feel your ears perk up at what he said. Skeptically, your reply. “You know who the Weathers are?”

Jake stands up and leaves his glass on the table. You quickly follow right behind him, with the both of you ending up just a ways back from the center, looking over the most crowded area in the entire club.

“Secret’s Safe With Me. Gave it a listen.” Jake says, inserting his hands in his pocket and using the other to tap his ear.

You pause, still holding on to the water bottle you got earlier. You’re surprised someone like Jake would even care about a band like Weathers. “I saw you out there earlier. Never seen you prettier than when you smile while dancing.”

“You’ve probably only seen me like, what, three, four times?” You chuckle. Jake then notices a waiter carrying trays filled with a bunch of margaritas about to pass by you at an unsteady pace. So, by instinct, he clears the path for the waiter. By having his hand no longer ghost above your back.

You face Jake’s semi-exposed chest, and you internally reel at the proximity of your bodies. Jake could feel your breath near his neck, and he had to gulp to think of something else quickly. But your hands were grounding him, and he could almost feel how you were trying your best not to be pushed further into him so that your chest won’t crash with his. Jake finally looks down at you only to find you already staring up at him, and he feels a form of heat rush up to his head, losing his cool and finding his words. Looking for them in the glimmer of your eyes.

“Come to Beom’s party with me.” Jake finally breathes out, something only you can hear in the noisy atmosphere.

What he says finally grounds you, “You never give up, do you?” You lightly tap on his chest, and he’s left there dumbfounded as you walk back to the dancefloor, right in front of the stage.

But Jake has to know. Cupping both his hands around his mouth, he shouts. “Was that a yes?!”

“No!” You reply, back turned.

Jake tries to catch up to you, grabbing your wrist lightly. “Then, was it a no…?”

You face him, with a close-eyed smile, just like his. “No.”

[k-dokja]

Can I request a headcannon about reader being close with the big deal members during it's golden age more? Some Sinu, Jake and Samuel interactions along with the others if that's okay! if it it's totally fine

This is a bit of a mess because there’s so many variations.

— Sinu thinks of you as a little sister. He’s a bit protective of everyone associated with Big Deal by default. Most of the times, he’s pretty goofy around you. If you have known Jake before this, you might realize you got another annoying gnat. His brand of humor differs from Jake, however. You can see that Sinu is genuine in his lighthearted manner, unlike Jake’s deadpan approach.

&. He’d be a bit relieved to see that you won’t get involved with their businesses. Nothing good comes from crew gathering, after all. However, he trusts you to have a good head on your shoulder. If you does decide to join, he’d welcome you with open arms in the beginning. The apprehension seeps in eventually, but he tries his best to not sound nagging. After all, he did a lot of stupid back when he was your age a few years ago. If he forbade you from it, he’d sound hypocritical.

&. Should you be close to Jake, he’d take notice of the other boy’s budding crush on you. He wouldn’t talk about it much to you, but he does work to nudge the two of you towards each other. He finds it hilarious that Jake is in the same position as him when it comes to feelings. The two of them often commiserate in their shared misery. At times, both of them get scolded at together by you and Yeonhui.

&. On another hand, if the one you have… romantic chemistry with is Samuel, oh boy. Sinu is very… shifty about this. He doesn’t think it’s his position to interfere, but at the same time, Samuel doesn’t have the best reputation with dating? Even if it turned out to be nothing… he can’t help how his eyes twitched behind his glasses whenever he noticed it. He wouldn’t say anything ever, but if you noticed how he got more jumpy, there’s your explanation.

— If you were his crush, Jake would like to keep you as far away from his Big Deal businesses as possible. Not because they were doing anything shady, but because rival gangs might target you because of your association. In general, he’s pretty open to the idea of you getting along with his brothers-in-arms, especially Jerry, Jason, and Brad. If you ought to interact with Samuel at any point, Jake will tease you about Samuel being your type and bemoan how you will pick the other boy over him. It’s all very lighthearted and meant to get a reaction.

&. Getting along with his friends is basically a must for him. You don’t have to be close, but at least, he wants everyone to get along. He absolutely knows that all three of them and Sinu had been teasing you about his crush. The fact that you always respond with a vaguely pissed expressions of confusion amused him immensely. Unlike Sinu, Jake is pretty tense about the idea of you possibly joining Big Deal. For the peace of his mind, please stay away from any crew’s violence possible.

&. On another hand, if you were only a friend, he doesn’t mind as much should you choose to enter Big Deal. There’s always a level of worry he has for all of his friends of course, but he has a tendency to especially prioritizes the one he loves. You’d think he messes with everyone the same but there’s a distinct difference between his friends and crush. With his friends, he’s far more deadpan and detached but with his crush, he smiles and touches a lot.

&. Jake decidedly doesn’t know anything if Samuel has… an interest in you. Likely, it’d have to be pointed out by someone else before he took notice. Even if he did, he wouldn’t really… do anything about it. Not his business, not his interest. And he’d like to believe that the two of you know what to do. Maybe he’d mention it then and there in vague terms only to get a glare from Samuel that was funnier than it should be. Other than that, it’s not really what he’d care for.

— Samuel is… testy, regardless of your association with Big Deal. If you weren’t a member and only stay close because you’re a friend of Jake, he’d ignore your existence most of the times. Unless you caught him on a bad day, you’re pretty much air for him unless you somehow proved to be useful. Then, he’d probably goad you into joining to cultivate your skill. However, he’d probably not push it if that got him into an argument with Jake. Now, that is annoying.

&. However, if you were a Big Deal member, that’d directly put you into his area of concerns. Depends on if you were among the muscles like the boys or you were among the sales like the girls. If you turned out to be another muscle, you’d get the same treatment as the rest of the boys. Arguably, he’d probably just chase you right out instead of hitting you like he’d do with the boys. You being one of the sales with the girls, however, received less of his harsh treatment.

&. However, you’d fly immediately under his radar unless somehow, you proved to be worth poaching. Without Jake’s adamant protection, Samuel probably got his chance to put a few choice words into your mind. He’d drill it further when he found out he couldn’t rely on Jake. In a way, your “friendship” began because he saw you as an equal. You’re included in his plan of venturing towards Gangnam.

&. Once you’re closer to Samuel, you realized the he has a sense of humor. It’s quite sardonic and often at the expenses of others. You’d get along with him well if you had one such as that. He doesn’t care how you get along with his subordinates, but he’s more lenient when it comes to any of your teasing attitudes. He’s not quite as receptive to any prodding in general, but yours is tolerated. One can even say he has a spot for you. Not a soft spot, just that you have a place in his life if you chose to stay.

— Yeonhui sees you the same as the other girls in Big Deal. Maybe with a touch more protectiveness because you are younger and a smidgen more impressionable. She does try to keep you from the boy’s rowdy attitudes and violence if possible. Even if you can handle yourself, it doesn’t sit well with her if you get hurt when she could’ve prevented it. She often tries to act the big sister to you and chastises the boys if they tried to mess with you.

&. Yeonhui does know it’s a bit coddling, but she can’t help it. For example, Jake is a good kid but if he’s the one having feelings for you, she gets a little shifty-eyed. He reminds her a lot of Sinu and while she knows he will treat you right, nothing is stopping her from wanting to conk his head when he beats around the bush with you by teasing. He often receives the “just be honest to her while you can” lecture from Yeonhui.

&. If you’re one of the Big Deal girls, she’s a bit closer to you in terms of work. She’s grateful for the help you provided and often encourages you to not work too hard. While it’s great that their street is turning a profit, money isn’t the end all be all of everything. Often, she pushes you to socialize with other girls more and helps you integrate with everyone. Depends on your family situation, she can even show to be even more welcoming and hospitable, willing to lend her help to you should you need it.

&. Something about the idea of you being with Samuel doesn’t… sound right for her. She knows that you can take care of yourself but her sisterly instinct often urges her to intervene. Not that she’d do anything while there isn’t actual problem to worry about yet. But every now and then, she often brings up the topic in a very vague manner to see how exactly you feel about Samuel. The thought that you don’t harbor romantic intention for him relieves her.

— How Jerry thinks of you depends on your association with Jake. If you ought to be Jake’s crush, he basically acts like you’re Jake’s wife already. Jerry often says out-of-pocket things which spell out Jake’s true feelings in clear letters for you. Often, this results in Jake scrambling to cover it up before the truth is exposed. It can be said that Jerry has been your biggest shipper since he asserted that you’re worthy of Jake’s undying love.

&. If you’re only a friend, then he treats the same as the rest of Big Deal. You’re a reliable comrade in arm and you’re nice to him. That’s enough for you to be in his good book. It’d be nice if the two of you developed a friendship independent of other people’s influence. Jerry is gentle and devoted to those deserving of his friendship, there’s no doubt you can trust him to have your back as long as it doesn’t conflict with Jake’s intention.

&. Similarly, both Jason and Brad get along well with you should you be in the good books of Jake and Jerry. The four of them often stick together, which makes good friendship with one often extends to the other. If you were the object of Jake’s affection, expect meaningful looks and jokes from Jason and Brad. Sometimes, even obvious prodding from Jason’s side which makes Jake laughs in exasperation. It’s funny for the two of them to watch Jake dance around you, but you can always rely on them. Your importance to Jake is enough for them to want to protect you no matter what comes next.

&. On another hand, if you’re not Jake’s crush, the dynamic shifts a little. Both of them get along well with you, but you aren’t exactly close unless you make an effort to reach out and hang out with them. Jason might get a little flirty with you from time to time, especially if you can get teasing and sling retorts back. It doesn’t really get anywhere serious but it does make him a bit more protective should you get Samuel’s attention. He’d be far more open about any other members when it comes to confronting you about it, his worry won’t wane even after you reassured him that nothing is going on.

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Y/N : am Mario and you're Luigi

Jake : am Queen bee and you're princess bee

Jason : am the principal and you're the vice principal

Brad : am sonic and you're tails

Samuel : I fucking get it

[streets-in-paradise]

Untill Death Tear Us Apart - Andy Barclay (fem)Reader/Chucky (fem)Reader - Part 2

Masterlist

Word Count 1.5 K

Warnings: Same warnings of part 1 

Summary: Exposure forces Chucky to come up with excuses as he tries to keep your family on his side. Thinking on your children as the kid he once was, Andy needs to set the twins free from his manipulations before finishing him off. 

Notes: I wasn’t planning on doing a part two when I came up with this, but it happened because I kept thinking of the concept. To continue I had to name the boys and i kept my old habit of using horror names. They were named after Sam Winchester from Supernatural and Danny from The Shinning. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​

The situation imploded quicker than expected, Andy was relatively pleased with how fast Chucky’s anger overcame his need of playing the fool for you. Unfortunately, the doll wasn’t going to give up quickly and, knowing that his life depended on it, he still tried to get you on his side. The kids were crying, scared of the people keeping their beloved friend at gunpoint and seeing your state of horrified confusion was making Andy hesitate. Like your sons, he used to be a kid manipulated through the hole in his life left by the absence of his father. If he would proceed to kill the doll wordlessly and quickly as usual, they would never get the answers they would need later in life. He gesturally warned Kyle about the switch of tactic, then proceeded into it. 

Killing Chucky wasn’t enough, he had to be exposed. Those children deserved to know that he was never their friend, that he played them the whole time and that he was the killer of their dad. Unlike in other houses, the doll got to cause too much harm there and he couldn’t get away with it for free. He didn’t deserve a victimizing death, one that would leave him to be remembered as a loving friend by two naive boys that would be crying for him. The lack of explanations could result in more unaware collaboration on their part if Chucky would ever decide to make a comeback on another body. 

That was how you ended up stuck in the most unbelievable of arguments: a talking toy against a man were aggressively fighting for credibility and you were the judge whose approbation they were seeking. 

“ We can still be together, this all ain’t plastic.” Chucky told you, as if the proposition would be a completely normal thing. “ You gotta admit I have been a great husband to you and beneath this I am a real man, you know? “ 

It repulsed you, weirded you even more than not knowing exactly what the hell he was. 

“ A serial killer ” Andy quickly replicated. “ His real name is Charles Lee Ray, he got his soul transferred into a doll after being shot by police.” 

“ I know, the doll body creeps you, but back in the day I used to be way better looking than this dumbass. Just google me and you will find out I am really hot. “ 

The insane answer got on his rival’s nerves. 

“ That body has been decomposing in a graveyard since 1988 … and how is that a valid point?” 

“ She will trust me more if she gets to know what she is missing.” Chucky teased back. “ Nobody needs you to point out the obvious, Andy.” 

“ So, you are not Alex” You briefly interrupted, pointing at the man over the name he introduced himself by when he arrived at your house. You weren’t trying to make it an actual act of questioning, it was confusion talking for you. 

“ See? He has lied about his name. Who knows what else he is hiding?”

“ YOU ARE A SUPERNATURALLY POSSESSED DOLL!” Andy defended himself. “ ISN’T THAT BIG FUCKING LYING?” 

The doll didn’t answer him, directing his speech once more to you. 

“ I never lied to you about that, (y/n). Told your kids I am Chucky and that is my actual name. Nickname for Charles, actually. “ 

“ All this time you have been a man? “ In your tone of voice when delivering the question it was noticeable that you were feeling sick. “ When I held you, in all that marriage playing… On my BED?” 

“ Imagine it’s like Princess and the Frog, but instead it is Pinocchio. Inside the doll you get the prince” He justified himself. “ I was here with you every fucking moment of the godamn day. I have spent more time at your side than any guy you have ever met. I know your likes and habits, your worries and fears. I heard you cry, vent your frustration out: I stood up by your side at the most horrible moments and loved to be there. No one will ever bring you the same dedication and I trust you will see that now. “ 

Kyle was honestly shocked witnessing the reach of Chucky’s ability to manipulate facts in his favor. She didn’t get as much of that as Andy once did, but it was horribly disgusting to see anyways. 

“ He played the same game on another woman back in that year, her husband was found in the river. Did yours die in an accident too?” 

Your eyes started to fill with falling tears, desperation overwhelming you as you were trying to make the math and remember if Chucky was already there at the time of the accident. 

“ Of you and me… Who are the ones holding guns, Kyle?” 

“ We are protecting her from YOU!” Andy insisted, trying to visually reach out to you and see if you were beginning to understand the situation. 

“ I never hurt her, or the boys. They know I am their friend.” 

“ YOU KILLED THEIR FATHER!” 

Hugging you as if their lives depended on it, they were one with your pain and fear. Danny acted the bravest, looking at the doll in the eye while daring to ask the question so his brother wouldn’t have to. 

“ Is that true, Chucky? Did you kill daddy?” 

He was trapped, exposed to his own lies, but still tried one last attempt to keep control over the boy.

“ I was playing hide the soul with him, but he was a real asshole and got against it… Just like Andy, he is an asshole who wants to separate us. Are you gonna trust him, or me? I am your friend, Danny. I’m always for you and Sammy, whenever you feel lonely you come to play with me.” 

Andy couldn’t stand it anymore, it was like staring at his childhood self in a magical mirror. He could be shooting Chucky right there, skipping the traumatic experience, but he knew that both of those kids needed it.  

“ You are not our friend.” Sammy added, releasing you to hold his brother. “ Friends don’t do that. “ 

“ You are not dad, you will never be. I want MY DAD back, CHUCKY!” 

That was the sign Andy was waiting for, turned into a subtle gesture that the boys made at him in order to indicate that they were ready for what had to happen. It made him remember of the determination he showed as a little boy setting Chucky on fire, how clear it was for him that last manipulation he tried when locked in the chimney. 

A mess of bloody doll remains put the end after he and his sister emptied the loads of their guns over Chucky. Your little broken family had a lot to process, but at least you would be able to do it in peace. However, it had to be explained to you that when it was about him all ends were circumstantial. He showed a singular obsession with you and that was always bad news. it was most likely he would attempt a comeback to get revenge or a kidnap. 

Andy felt the personal need of being the one doing the warning to you, along with some other important explanations. 

“ My real name is Andy Barclay, I once was the first child he terrorized. “ He later confessed to you while Kyle distracted the boys so they wouldn’t get to hear more traumatizing information. “ He has chased me my whole childhood and I have dedicated the rest of my life to make sure he would never hurt anyone else. The woman you have met as Christine is Kyle, my sister. We both wish we could have arrived on time, but the fucker has made tons of clones on dolls and those are not always easy to track.” 

“ But you killed him, you saved our lives…. How can he still be out there?” 

“ We don’t know for sure how, but what truly matters is that he can come back anytime and you need to be ready. Yours isn’t a disposable family, he has some psycho attachment to you and that means he is not going to stop easily.” 

A knot in your throat formed to the mere mention of that. 

“ Do you know how to shoot?” He asked you, seeking to help you despite the anxious shock. “ It is the safest way to stop him, he has advantage on closer combat. Your highest chances to win are with a gun on hand.” 

“ I have never held one, those have always terrified me…” 

You were feeling the world collapsing, but he held you as if he was attaching you to reality itself through that kind gesture. At that moment, his embrace was the safest place for you. 

“ It’s alright, we will figure that out. I’m going to stay in town as much as you need and teach you all what needs to be learned to keep your kids safe. I’m not doing this for all the families, I usually hit the road as soon as the doll is dead but you were an exception to him and that makes you an exception to me.” 

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bring the Pain

Summary: Daphne Napier used to date Charles Lee Ray when she lived in Chicago... or at least he told her they were dating. He taught her everything she knew, helped her become the person she is today, and she truly believed he loved her. Then he died. Alexis Quinn lives in Hackensack, New Jersey with her girlfriend Tess Monroe. (Chucky/Charles Lee Ray x OC/reader) Words: 4,480

A/N: I have finally finished chapter 1 of Daphne's fic thank u chucky season 3 <3333

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She was cleaning their apartment when she found it. 

Alexis had a nice apartment. It was larger than most Jersey apartments, with nice hardwood floors and four bedrooms. It was on a higher floor of a very nice building, in an even nicer part of town that made her question why Alexis hung around people like her and her friends. The furniture inside was older and made of dark oak wood, with deep gem colors and a velvety texture, and in the center of the living room was a large rug made of white fur - she still wasn’t sure if it was real or not. The kitchen had marble counters and stainless steel appliances. 

When she had been invited over for the first time a couple of months after meeting Alexis she tried not to show her shock and awe. After all, she never would have guessed Alexis was rich just by looking at her. The strawberry blonde woman often dressed like one of the local goths: all black with fishnets and touches of her favorite color, which was pink, and darker makeup. Alexis described herself as punk, though, and some outfits of hers fit that description, but the moment she saw where she lived she dismissed the idea of Alexis being anything other than a young woman rebelling against her rich parents. 

That night, Alexis confessed that she had a crush on her, smiling bashfully yet hardly hiding that seductive look in her emerald eyes under the low light of her fireplace.

“I like you.” She said so casually as everyone around them chattered amongst themselves. There were probably twenty other people there that night, Alexis called it a small house party, and she secretly wished she went there alone. The music was blaring. Her dark eyes widened with shock as she leaned forward. 

“What?” She choked into her red cup. 

“I said I like you, Tess.” All the brunette could do was blink in shock. The admittedly intimidating woman smiled widely and dropped her head as she laughed, her strawberry bangs covering her eyes. 

“You don’t do this often do you?” She chuckled. Tess’s face grew redder than a tomato as she stumbled over her words, trying to regain her composure and save her dignity. “Tess.” Alexis’s green eyes shone with amusement, like a cat that was playing with a mouse, but her tone was serious. 

“Yeah?” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

Her tactic seemed to work though, it got her into bed, and it was the start of their relationship. 

Three years passed and now Alexis was out every night doing god-knows-what and she was stuck at home cleaning. Her mother would laugh at her, remarking that “she always knew Alexis was the man in the relationship” in her usual spiteful tone before lecturing Tess on how she was right and she needed a real man. Her mother never was too supportive of her or her relationships. Alexis was not the first woman she loved, and - while she was sure they’d be together forever - if it didn’t work out Alexis wouldn’t be the last either. Her mother never seemed to understand that. 

Her mother’s opinions were incredibly outdated for the year 2021.

But part of her was growing resentful of her mother’s words, not just because she was not-so-vaguely homophobic, but because she was onto something. Tess stayed home all day and all night, not having to work because Alexis had it all covered somehow, and she cooked and cleaned and took care of everything around the apartment - Alexis’s apartment - while her girlfriend was out all day, sometimes all night too. She never signed up to be a housewife, and while staying home all day was nice at first, she had things she wanted to do and achieve eventually. Not to mention the fact that their relationship was supposed to be built on equality.

Make sure you get under the couches, you always forget under the couches. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head even when she didn’t want it there. Even though she hated to admit it, the disembodied voice of her mom was right, she did almost forget to clean under the couches. She started with the deep magenta one against the wall closest to the entrance, moving it onto the white rug before pausing.

There were magazines and newspapers underneath. 

Each one was clearly old, with the edges of their pages bent and creased and frayed. They looked well read, with creases on the spine of each magazine. The images were faded, but she recognized the face on each one. Emerald eyes stared back at her, and the usual mess of curly hair was pulled into two low ponytails, though it was a much darker auburn color than the rosy blonde she usually sported. On her lips was a dark red lipstick, and around her neck was the same choker with the magenta gem in the center…

The title of each magazine was relatively the same, something along the lines of “I secretly dated a serial killer.” There were a few mentions of a man, Charles Lee Ray, a familiar name to anyone who lived in Jersey or Chicago. She looked on with horror but also skepticism. They all looked like tabloid trash, and she was sure her girlfriend couldn’t have been in a magazine from over 30 years ago. She became more concerned about why her girlfriend would photoshop herself into a magazine claiming to be a dead serial killer’s mistress…. but the magazines felt old… too old to be faked. 

She pushed a strand of thin, brown hair back behind her ear as her hand shook.

She placed the magazines to the side and looked at the newspaper. In big, bold letters it read: 

“ACCOMPLICE TO LAKESHORE STRANGLER ACQUITTED” 

with a picture of the same woman walking down the steps to a courthouse. On either side of her were her lawyers and a security guard, and she was dressed like Marissa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny, with a sleek black dress and a baggy leather jacket. She was hiding her face from the people who waited outside, flanking either side of the barricaded steps, flashing cameras and hurling words at her from the looks of it. She seemed to be the same age as Alexis. 

The article inside mentioned a slew of things she’d never read up on before. She was familiar with Charles Lee Ray, and the events in 1988, but she’d never heard of Daphne Napier. She supposed if she was acquitted most people didn’t find it interesting enough to talk about her in podcasts or discussions online, and she wasn’t really into true crime so she wouldn’t have known either way, but something about this new story kept her wanting to read more. The article said she claimed she had been in a relationship with his other accomplice, Eddie Caputo when she was only seventeen, and when she realized what exactly her boyfriend was doing she tried to get away. She then claimed the two killers held her hostage for four years, and while she said she never did any of the killing herself, she admitted to being forced to help them get away and clean up their messes. 

The images made her sick to her stomach. They were uncannily similar to Alexis in every way, and for some strange reason, deep down she feared the woman she’d come to love was not who she claimed to be. She couldn’t bear to look inside the magazines, wondering just what Daphne might have said to those publishers as opposed to a judge and jury. She supposed it wasn’t good. 

The sound of keys jingling in the hallway and the door unlocking startled her.

“Tess? You up? I’m home!” Alexis’s (or could she even call her that anymore?) thick brooklyn accent sounded from the hallway. Tess froze, still holding the newspaper in her hands as large, black boots with pink laces came into view. Her gaze traveled up the length of her fishnet-clad legs and the rest of her body, where she met that same emerald stare from the cover of the magazine. Tess’s eyes filled with tears as Alexis tilted her head like a curious dog. 

“What’cha got there?” She asked with no hint of malice or even nervousness. Tess looked down slowly at the paper, then back at her girlfriend. She had no idea why she felt so frightened. She opened her mouth to speak and found it hard to put the words together. At worst, her girlfriend is somehow much older than she looks and claims to be, with a different name and a past filled with serial killers. At best she’s just a true crime nut who has the hots for Charles Lee Ray. She honestly hoped it was the second option, that was much easier to deal with.

Her mouth was dry. “I don’t know what this is” was all she could muster. Alexis took another step forward, looking over Tess’s shoulder with that same look of innocent curiosity. She furrowed her brow. 

“That’s me.” She stated simply, as if the very idea that a picture of a woman 30 years ago was actually her wasn’t earth shattering for Tess. The brunette let out a small whine.

“What?” Emerald eyes met her brown ones. Alexis smiled again.

“That’s me. Daphne Napier is me.” She doubled down in a completely serious tone, pointing to the newspaper and magazines. She must have lost it, Tess thought, or maybe I have if I’m starting to believe her.

“Daphne Napier was twenty one when this article was published. You’re almost twenty five.” But you haven’t aged a day since we met. Alexis, or Daphne, smiled to herself, the look of innocence gone. Her smile seemed malicious and bitter. She put her hands on her hips and began to pace the foyer. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” The way the cherry blonde laughed sent shivers down Tess’s spine. “Look, Tess, there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, there’s a lot I haven’t told you.” She stopped and gestured between the two of them. 

“I thought we had something special.” She sounded heartbroken. Tess stood, grabbing Alexis’s (Daphne’s) hands in hers. 

“We do!” Tess exclaimed, bringing Alexis’s (Daphne’s) cold fingers to her lips. “We do.” She reassured her, whispering against her flesh. “I just don’t understand.” There was a change in her girlfriend’s eyes, something more sinister replacing the sorrow. 

“I really liked you too, I was hoping we could keep doing this for a few more years.” She was laughing but hardly smiling. There was something deep down that told Tess to run - to get out of there before she got hurt. But Alexis would never hurt her… right? 

This wasn’t Alexis though, and Tess could never be sure Alexis ever existed. This was Daphne Napier, a woman who was most likely a monster in her own right.

“We can.” She ignored the warning signs, that feeling deep inside, to appease the woman she’d come to love. She hoped there was some truth to the Alexis persona, and she hoped there was something to save here. “I’ll forget I saw it, I promise. Your name is Alexis Quinn.” Tess muttered. She wasn’t sure if she was saying to appease the erratic woman in front of her or if she was trying to convince herself.

Tess could feel her heartbeat in her throat as her stomach turned uneasily. She couldn’t hold Alexis’s emerald gaze any longer. Who are you, Alexis? She thought to herself uneasily. Who am I? What are we doing here?

Her name is Alexis Quinn. Her name is Alexis Quinn. Her name is…

“I’m sorry.” Tess could barely react before something was smashed against her head, and she fell to the floor. Daphne stood over her, watching silently to make sure her (soon to be ex) girlfriend was truly knocked out. She glanced at the old, iron doorstep in her hand and sighed as she dropped it. It collided with the wood floor with a loud THUD!

Blood began to pour from the large gash in the back of the brunette’s head, like the crimson halo of a fallen angel. Daphne sneered at the girl, Fallen’s right, don’t know about any angel though. She knelt down and felt at Tess’s pale-growing-paler-by-the-minute neck, cold fingers searching for a pulse. Weakly, the brunette reached out for her wrist, for comfort from the person she once loved so dearly. Daphne pulled her hand back quickly. 

“I hate it when they don’t see it’s over.” She huffed, sadistically mimicking the cadence of a valley girl in a high school drama. “The best exes know when it’s time to move on.” She whispered, her voice shifting to something more soothing as she tauntingly ran her fingers through Tess’s thin strands. Her other hand reached for the doorstep beside her. 

“Take a few notes from the other guys and drop dead already.” The iron struck the side of her head quickly and without mercy - the cracking sound her skull made would be sickening to anyone less than a pro, but luckily Daphne was just that. 

“Alright, Damballa, this one’s a little early so you gotta work with me, here.” She muttered as she gripped the pink gem on her choker. She swore it glowed ever so softly whenever she did this, though she could never prove it. With one hand raised to the sky, she spoke with conviction. 

“Ade due Damballa…”

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Chicago, Illinois

1988

It was true. Daphne felt sick to her stomach. 

Her emerald eyes were locked on the man in front of her; disheveled with stubble along his chin, tousled dark hair, and a brown coat wrapped around his wiry form. The black fingerless gloves on his hands almost completed the look. He looked like a bum. 

“You left him there?” Her voice was weak and shaking, hiding the anger and sorrow that lurked beneath her porcelain skin. Dark eyes looked her up and down, which only served to fuel the fire that raged in her gut. She wanted to drive the screwdriver that laid on the dirty, broken counter into his eye. The hideout was a mess, and she assumed it was because neither her nor Tiffany had been around in some time. From what she heard, Chuck seemed to have found someone new.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. 

“I haven’t seen you in god-knows-how-long and this is the first thing you wanna talk about? Anyway, what’s that around your neck? You get into gaudy jewelry lately?” Was all Eddie could muster. Daphne glared at him as she clutched the pink gem on the golden necklace she had bought from some lady. The gem was valuable, the necklace itself… not so much. She would have to make something more suited to her style. 

Everything else was the truth, though, he hadn’t seen Daphne since she stopped seeing Chucky. Part of him thought she was dead - thought Tiffany had gotten to her or maybe Charles got bored before…

Either way, Daphne stood before him, dark lines of mascara running down her tear soaked cheeks with smeared lipstick upon her perfect, plump lips. Her dark apparel seemed appropriate - he guessed she saw the news, though she always dressed like that. It was part of the reason Tiff stopped dressing like an uptown brat. Daph’s auburn hair was as fiery as the day she left. Winter fire… 

Fire was all she was as she seethed in place, clenching her fists. Large, black boots stomped on the ground, taking Eddie out of his thoughts.

“No. No, you are not changing the subject. You left him there!” She screeched. She was so angry she could tear him apart with her bare hands. She fought the urge to wrap perfectly manicured fingers around his thin neck. “You have - no, had - one job! One fucking job, Eddie!”

“The cops were closing in on us, Daph.” He began, taking that same patronizing tone he used to use when they argued when they were dating. It only made her angrier. Made her heart ache more. 

“Oh wait, I forgot, you only care about him, right?” That was the last straw. Her fist pounded on his chest.

“He was our friend you fucking asshole!”

Eddie grabbed her wrists, pulling her even closer. Daphne felt like she could collapse then and there. Her legs felt like jelly, her head heavy and hazy as she tried to focus through the barrage of tears that flooded her eyes. She had never felt so many emotions at once before… it was terrible and smothering. “He was a bit more than a friend to you, though. Isn’t that right, Daph?” She pushed herself away from him and stumbled backwards before collapsing to the ground, heaving. 

All she could do was wail, feeling the rawness in her throat and the heaviness in her chest. Every move she made reminded her she was still here, still breathing, still alive. 

She was alive, unlike Chucky, and that was what hurt the most. She thought the worst thing he did to her was leave her… she had a whole other thing coming. 

“Shut the fuck up.” She muttered through the tears, wiping lamely at her cheeks. 

“Tiff put an end to that one, didn’t she?” She bit her tongue at that one, glaring up at the cowardly man in front of her through blazing bangs. 

“I didn’t know about that! He insisted they weren’t together anymore, he said she was crazy!”

“He was only half lying, then. What a good guy!” Eddie spouted sarcastically. Daphne rolled her eyes. 

“What we had doesn’t erase the fact that I still care…” She trailed off, biting back the tightness in her throat and tears that swelled in her eyes as she realized her mistake. “Cared about him.” She choked. 

“I cared about you, Daph.” Eddie crouched down beside her. Daphne scoffed and crossed her arms, scooting away from him ever so slightly as she fought the urge to laugh bitterly in his face. “No, really, I did. I mean, Charles had a point, dating you when I did was bad news but he was only saying that cause he wanted you for himself. I thought you were beautiful, intelligent and so wise beyond your years.” 

“C’mon, Eddie, we both know that’s bullshit.” She sniffled, rubbing her slick nose with the sleeve of her magenta cardigan. He knew she was referring to his accusation.

“Is it? He tells me to dump you, and I send you away cause of it. You turn nineteen, start coming back around, and suddenly he’s all over you.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t still a little bitter. 

“I was almost twenty.” Daphne exclaimed with conviction, ever the naive teen he met all those years ago. He rolled his eyes at her. “I didn’t just turn nineteen when I got together with Chuck. Anyway, it’s not like you’re much better.” She got to her feet, towering over the gaunt man in her platform boots. 

“Don’t try to take the moral high ground when you dated a goddamn seventeen year old!” She continued, rubbing in the little fact Eddie conveniently left out of his manipulation. Daphne was sixteen when she met Eddie, and she was indeed seventeen when they decided to make things official. 

She thought she was so cool back then. Now she knows what happened.

“Jesus…” Eddie muttered as he stood. 

“At least Chuck had the decency to know that was fucked up! He respected me.” Daphne crossed her arms and looked away, her eyes focusing on the screwdriver again, if only for a moment. She thought of Chucky in that moment - thought of the way his sky colored eyes seemed to soften at the sight of her, the way he would smile at her and guide her hand while he taught her to slit someone’s throat, the way he corrupted her in the sweetest and most sinful ways and the way he whispered loving words in her ear, holding her closer and closer until…

“He loved me.” She stated in a voice no louder than a whisper, and in her heart she knew it was true. 

“You’re fucking delusional.” Eddie spat, throwing his hands up in frustration as he pushed past her. “You sound like Tiff.” 

That was the last straw. 

Daphne was quick to grab the screwdriver from the counter and plunge it into Eddie’s open palm, ripping through the cheap cotton blend and tearing through his flesh. He pulled away from her grip, her hand still firmly wrapped around the tool as she withdrew it, blood dripping off the rusted metal and onto the dusty floors. Eddie cradled the wounded hand close to his chest, his dark eyes wide and focused on her as he monitored her closely, making sure she wouldn’t drive the rusty tool into his neck next. 

“Don’t you ever compare me to her! I’m my own person, Eddie!” Daphne screamed before turning around. She felt the anger bubbling in her chest again, the red that blinded her vision. She could kill him right then and there, and she felt she would be justified.

After all, he did kill her best friend.

(Her best friend who hadn’t spoken to her in a year. Her best friend who basically pumped and dumped the moment things got too complicated for him, regardless of how she felt.)

“I’m not some bumbling, insecure psycho idiot who tries to be someone else when my man loses interest! I at least know when to take the hint and walk away!” Spoken like someone who wasn’t completely and utterly insecure - no, not at all, she thought to herself. Daphne’s feelings toward Tiffany were complicated. She did feel bad about what she inadvertently did to her, yet part of her was still angry at the woman. After all, had she not threatened to kill Daphne, her and Chucky would still be together. 

Would being the other woman be enough for her, though? Would she truly be happy with the small stops and little visits that resulted in sex and not much else? 

She paced around the kitchen like a caged tiger - unpredictable and dangerous, as usual. Eddie missed when Daph wasn’t so comfortable with killing and maiming. 

In many ways Chucky changed her for the worse.

A sudden calmness came over her eyes, practically glazing them over as a smirk made its way to her smudged lips. She dropped the screwdriver.

“Hope you got your tetanus shot, babe, you’re probably gonna need it.” She began as she turned on her heel, leaving Eddie trembling in the corner to watch her slink out the front door. 

Along the way, Daphne seemed to miss a little boy walking down the street alone, hugging his Good Guy doll close to his chest.

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Hackensack, New Jersey

2023

Daphne was tired. Things were starting to get a bit desperate now that it had been two whole years since she killed Tess. 

A soul can only last as long as the amount of time she spends sweetening them up. Unfortunately for her, she was beginning to run out of time with no one new lined up to take Tess’s place. Sure, a one night stand here and there could give her a few more days, but the amount of people she would have to sleep with in order to stay young for another year while she lines up the next poor sucker would be too damn many.

The amulet of eternal life was complicated like that - it needed a soul to sustain a soul. 

God, it made her sound like a vampire.

Spiritual vampire, she used to muse cheerfully to herself as she would consider taking another life for her own. The souls would keep her young forever, or at least that’s what she thought. It took only a few more wrinkles near her eyes for her to figure out she needed a connection with the souls the amulet collected.

Now she was a fucking black widow. 

She was grateful for a few of her exes, though, like the older rich man Boris. He’s the reason she didn’t have to work anymore, and the reason she was living in the apartment she was. Once she got rid of his brats, and sweet talked him into putting her into the will, she killed him. Best three years of her life, though. The gowns and gifts were to die for!

But Tess was different.

Daphne hadn’t felt so alive in a long time. In a lot of ways, Tess seemed to fill the hole Chucky had left over thirty years prior. She was wonderful and kept her on her toes, even if it wasn’t in the usual exciting way Chucky used to. She managed to make Daphne laugh, made her appreciate life again…

And she supposed that was why she struggled to find a new victim. No one was Tess… or Chucky for that matter. 

Her apartment was dark and empty, with no one around to liven the place up. Daphne was out all day and night searching for someone… someone to love, someone to hold, someone to consume into her own being when the time was right. 

God I hate dating! She thought frustratedly as she slid down the surface of her front door.

Then, in the darkness, she heard something drop. It sounded like one of her books, but she couldn’t be sure. She pressed her lips into a thin line and straightened up, feeling irritation and anger in her core. Oh, whoever decided to try and rob me tonight is in for a bad fucking time. She thought bitterly. To her right was the iron doorstep, the same one she used to kill Tess, and though its metal handle burned her skin with the thought of what she did with it, she still crouched down to collect it. 

Its weight reminded her of her sins, but it excited her all the same. 

Daphne cautiously moved into the living room, where the blaze of a small fire illuminated the area and she saw the silhouette of what looked like a child sitting in her armchair. Confused as to how she missed the light from the front door and why a child would even be in her apartment, she wavered in her stance, lowering the iron. 

The tableside lamp clicked on, and before her sat an aging Good Guy doll. 

Red hair tousled and ragged, with smile lines around his thin lips and bags under sky blue eyes that used to stare at her lovingly, Daphne knew exactly who this was. 

“Hiya doll.” Chucky greeted in his usual raspy, sarcastic tone. “It’s been a while.”

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Your husband, Brad taking the kids to the grocery store. Since the kids only really listen to you he uses you as an excuse to not get some things, as the kids know not to question you. While he’s at the store a friend who works for him talks to him.

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(NOT MY VIDEO!)

(Brad Little X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[haddonfieldwhore]

charles lee ray x oc (part 3/3? maybe)

warnings: language, smoking, small age gap (7yrs), drinking, implied/borderline smut, kinda nsfw basically the whole time 💀, not edited haha

@psychohorrorbitch because they asked for it 🖤

remember what i said about maybe never seeing charles again? well that didn’t go exactly as planned, as a few nights a week he’d show up at my door and end up in my bed. i was surprised at how much i found myself enjoying his company, and missing it when he wasn’t around. he never called, he would just show up, usually late at night and he’d leave sometime during the day, only to return later that night or the next. i didn’t mind, but i had indeed been finding myself in a bit of a downward spiral- in regards to both my job and social life; i found myself thinking of him more than i care to admit.

“charles-“ i moaned as his lips ghosted kisses down my throat, my back against the wall as he pushed his body against mine.

i had arrived home from work to find him waiting outside my apartment, smoking a cigarette as he leant against the brick building. a smile crossed his lips as i walked up to him, his arm slinging over my shoulder.

“how was work, doll?” he asked, still hanging off me as i unlocked the building front door and went inside, dragging him along with me towards the elevator and pushing the button.

“just like any other day- how long were you waiting out there this time? i thought i told you i was at work till 9 when you were over last night.” i stepped into the elevator as it dinged, the doors opening with a metal scraping sound. charles backed me into the corner of the elevator, his arms caging me in as he stared down at me, his eyes gleaming.

“not that i wasn’t listening, toots- but i remember other things from last night-“ his lips met mine roughly and my hands wove into his long messy hair, tugging it gently but with enough force to get a reaction from him. “to answer your question…” he groaned, his hands trailing down to my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he held me up, the cold metal wall of the elevator supporting the rest of my weight. “too damn long.”

we stumbled into my apartment, after i ungracefully unlocked the door after finally convincing charles to put me back on my feet. i was barely able to set my bag down before charles’ slender fingers found the buttons of my work shirt, undoing them with ease and sliding the shirt off my shoulders.

“what’s got you so worked up?” i teased. charles, not in the mood to be teased, wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing gently but enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

“mmm you really don’t wanna know.” he growled in my ear, before pushing me towards the bedroom.

•

i don’t know what inspired charles to be so brutally honest with me at this moment, but as i found myself in the now oh so familiar state of coming down next to him, he spoke up.

“hey doll, ya wanna know what i did today?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling. i could tell by the way he asked that it wasn’t really a question. i rolled over, crossing my arms on his chest and resting my chin on them, looking at him expectantly.

“what?” i asked.

“i killed a girl,” he said, his tone serious, but with charles it was hard to tell, and the smile on his face made me a little uneasy. i giggled a little, but he spoke again. “i ain’t joking doll.” his tone was less serious, but his face gave it away- he wasn’t lying. i sat up, the sheets looking around my waist as i straddled his lap, causing him to groan and shift underneath me a bit.

“yeah?” i asked, trying not to be distracted by the feeling of his fingertips trailing up my hips to rest on my waist just below my ribcage. charles sat up a little, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed.

“yeah.” he moaned as i moved my hips against his, his grip on me surely leaving bruises with how his fingertips dig into my sides.

“i think i must be crazy….. because that’s kinda turning me on.” i admitted, causing charles to let out a genuine laugh.

“i think that’s about the best response i could hope for, doll.” his fingers grabbed my hair and pulled my face down until our lips met roughly, his teeth biting at my bottom lip. i wrapped my arms around his neck as charles kissed down my chest, stopping when we heard someone knock on the door to my apartment. charles looked at me quizzically. “you order pizza or something?” he questioned. i shook my head, crawling out of his lap and throwing on some clothes, fixing my hair in the mirror in the bathroom. my eyes stopped on the purple marks all over my throat and shoulders , a mix of bite marks and fingerprints around my neck. i shook my head at charles, who smiled smugly as he did his belt up, his unbuttoned dress shirt the only clothing on his top half. 

deciding there was no way whoever was at the door wouldn’t be able to tell what we had been doing, i decided trying to look presentable was a lost case and headed to the door where someone was persistently knocking.

“alright alright you better be on fire!” i called, a chuckle coming from charles in the other room and i realized how much it sounded like something he would say. i reached the door, my hand turning the knob and opening the door to reveal gina, a shocked look on her face when she was the state i was in.

“lindsey what the hell happened to you?! and where have you been you haven’t answered my called for weeks!” she ranted, barging past me and into my apartment.

“i’ve been… busy.” i said. well it wasn’t a lie. “and you weren’t exactly nice to me last time we spoke. ya know? when you stood me up for some guy?” i wasn’t even mad about it anymore honestly, but the way she barged in here mad at me was pissing me off.

“busy with what?” she asked, looking around my apartment, which admittedly was a mess. there were empty beer bottles scattered around, the couch cushions and pillows were messed up from certain… activities-

“with me,” i heard charles’ speak behind me and i jumped as his arms wrapped around my waist. smoke swirled in the air next to my head from the cigarette in his mouth and he rested his chin on top of my head. oh gina is gonna love this i thought.

“lindsey… who’s your- friend?” she asked, clearly uncomfortable with his presence and after connecting the dots between the marks on my body to the man looming over me, matching love bites down his exposed torso to the waistband of his pants.

“gina, this is charles. charles this is gina.” i kept the introductions brief, since i had never really planned on introducing gina to charles for more than one reason. i knew she wouldn’t like him, but i also didn’t really care to be her friend anymore in the first place.

“pleasure,” charles taunted, and i elbowed him lightly. he passed me the cigarette which i took without thinking, before he kissed the side of my head, probably as a possessive thing for than an affection thing but i didn’t mind.

“i thought you quit?” gina snapped.

“for a bit but i picked it back up again-“

“when you picked him up? god lindsey what are you doing with him?” she scoffed. i was annoyed with her to say the least. i always knew she was a bitch but she seemed every worse lately.

“oh fuck off gina, he’s better than half the guys you’ve dated. and we’re just fucking around-“

“no no i can see it in your eyes, linds, you like him. im telling you, a guy like that is just gonna use you and then leave you,” she said, pointing towards the bedroom where charles snuck off to.

“god have you always been such a cunt? or did you catch it in a bar somewhere when you told me you had to work and couldn’t hang out with me?”

“whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “clearly you’ve decided to let your life go to shit and i don’t want any part of it. don’t call me when he knocks you up and then disappears!” gina spat, before leaving, slamming the door behind her. i shook my head, putting the finished cigarette out in a beer bottle before walking back to the bedroom. charles was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a knife from the kitchen, and looked up at me when i entered the room.

“when did you take that?” i asked, straddling his lap again.

“a while ago. i hid it under the nightstand.”

“hmm.” i tapped the blade with my finger gently.

“your friend- can i kill her?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. as tempting as that sounded, i shook my head.

“not yet.” i replied. “i have other plans for right now.” my lips found his jaw as i pulled the skin between my teeth. i heard the knife get thrown to the floor a ways away from the bed before charles wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over, crawling on top of me on the bed.

“i think i’m gonna keep you.” he laughed, and i smiled up at him before his lips met mine again.

[lookismfanfics]

HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶

yes

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

G/N Reader Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!

Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted. Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you. It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly. Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.

That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction. It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members. You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…

You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.

Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.

At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.

Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth. “Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”

“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"

You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.

“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).

You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you. The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.

Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”

“You missed some spots over there. Look-”

“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.

Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can. “Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”

SQUIRT.

The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car. The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.

Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.

You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”

You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…

Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.

Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.

Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.

“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.

“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”

Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.

“He’s just being petty!”

[writing-good-vibes]

greetings, friends and readers !! 💓📚 i hope you're all making the most of spooky whore autumn !! 😈💓

and as it is that time of year again, i welcome you all to my second annual HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILL !! 👻💀🎃

i'll be accepting prompts from THIS PROMPT LIST from NOW until 24th OCTOBER, so plenty of time for you guys to think and for me to write !! multiple asks are more than welcome, as well as multiple prompts in one !!

*PLEASE REMEMBER TO ADD WHICH CATEGORY YOUR NUMBERED PROMPT IS FROM, THERE ARE BOTH CUTE AND SPOOKY PROMPTS ON THE LIST !!*

CHARACTER LISTS:

the usual brad dourif rogues: charles, jack, tommy, sheriff, doc, grima, billy and tucker.

misc. horror: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, otis driftwood and chop top sawyer.

*[if requesting any of the sinclair brothers, please specify is you would like a reader-insert or my usual domestic sibling slices-of-life, the choice is yours !!]*

[emojellyace08]

Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)

So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??

Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!

Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader

Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too! Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong

He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.

But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.

So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.

He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."

You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.

So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.

"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.

Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)

For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.

Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.

But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.

He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.

And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.

"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.

And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.

Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han

This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.

In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).

To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).

But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.

He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".

He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.

A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @salemwitch96, @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, mention of blood

part one

The door opened and I heard keys on the end table. I ventured out from the bedroom to see chucky leaning against the door, a haunted look in his eyes.

“everything ok?” I asked, slowly making my way over to him. Chuckys eyes jumped up from the floor. He let me wrap my arms around his waist, his settling around me as he continued to stare into oblivion.

“Covers fucking blown.” He whispered. Chucky closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine. “Two teens came in…” I nodded slowly and pulled him flush against me. Burying my hand in his hair, I breathed out a sigh.

“need to watch your language this weekend.” I whispered. Chucky pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me. “Talk a little louder and you’ll see.” I whispered back with a smile.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his voice going back to normal. I pulled away from him at the sound of little feet running down the hallway. Chucky took his eyes off me long enough to see Beverly running towards him. His face completely changed and he knelt down in time to hug her. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes kiddo!” He exclaimed as he stood up, holding her tight to him.

“she’s staying here this weekend while her mom takes care of some things.” Chucky smiled as Beverly pulled back and put her hands on his cheeks.

“hi chucky!” Beverly exclaimed. “We’re carving pumpkins!” Chucky put her down and took her hand as Beverly tried to pull him to the kitchen.

“you left her in the kitchen alone with a knife?” Chucky asked me, a smirk on his face. I laughed and shook my hand.

“you got a little paint on your cheek chuck.” I laughed again and chucky looked down at Beverly’s hands.

“bev, you’re covered in paint!” He laughed.

“I was painting a pumpkin.” She explained. “(Y/N/N) wouldn’t let me carve one.” Beverly pouted and chucky laughed.

“rightly so.” He agreed, smiling down at her. “Show me what you painted.” I leaned against the door as chucky sat down with Beverly in his lap. As they worked on the pumpkin together, I set about getting our pumpkins ready. Chucky would look at me from time to time, clearly feeling better than from when he walked in the door. “I think you’re done kid.” Chucky laughed, gently prying the paintbrush away from Beverly when the pumpkin had been coated in paint.

“but chucky.” Beverly whined as chucky slipped his hands under her armpits and carried her to the sink. Setting her on the counter, chucky pulled her hands under the water to wash off the paint. “Can I help carve the pumpkins?” Beverly stuck her bottom lip out and tried to make her eyes look as big as possible. Chucky kept his focus on the running water in front of him. I started to giggle, knowing he’d cave if he took one look at her.

“nope.” He said, voice wavering. “Not going to let you do that. Or look at you for that matter.” Beverly stuck her lip out further and chucky closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. Picking Beverly up, he set her on the floor and patted her head. “Now run off and watch some tv.” Beverly looked at me and I shrugged.

“I have Charlie Brown if you want to watch that.” I offered, knowing how close chucky was to caving. Beverly’s face lit up and I nodded. “Go turn on the tv and I’ll be there in a minute.” Beverly nodded before running out of the room.

“ok now spill. What’s Beverly doing here?” Chucky asked, opening his eyes when he heard the tv turn on. “And why the whole weekend? Not that I’m complaining. I love her here. It’s just…” I nodded as I leaned out of the door to check on her quickly before hugging chucky.

“Sidney’s dad is in the hospital. She doesn’t think he’ll make it. After last year, Sidney didn’t want Beverly up there. Asked if we’d watch her for a bit.” I explained and chucky sighed. He nodded as he squeezed my waist. “I didn’t ask you since I figured you’d be ok with it. She couldn’t get a sitter on such short notice for an indefinite amount of time so…”

“She knew we’d be more than happy to do it. Yeah.” Chucky finished. “Beverly doesn’t know?” I shook my head. “Then we keep it that way.” Chucky kissed my forehead. “You know this is the one thing you never have to ask me about first. I’m always happy to spend time with her.” We stood there for a second before I heard Beverly call for me. “Better go set it up before she comes back and I let her wield a knife.” He teased as he gently patted me on the ass. I smirked at him before going and setting up the special for Beverly. “What’s the plan for Halloween then? Isn’t that tomorrow?” I nodded when I came back into the kitchen.

“I can take her out. It’s no big deal.” I shrugged as we started to carve the pumpkins. Chucky gave me a look and I started laughing. “Our we can take her.”

“we’ll take her.” He said with a smile. “She have a costume?” I nodded.

“Yeah some cartoon character she’s really into right now. And we’ve got the costumes from last year still. We can double up.” I suggested.

“that sounds fine.” He agreed. We fell into a comfortable silence as we continued to work on our pumpkins. “Feels awfully domestic doesn’t it?” Chucky looked up at me and smiled softly.

“Yeah it does.” I agreed. “Will feel even more so tomorrow.” Chucky nodded.

“probably will be the best Halloween we’ve had in a while.” Chucky smiled at me before we went about finishing the pumpkins.

[wannaeatramyeon]

you write characters pretty accurately so i was wondering what you think their reaction would be to reading the fanfics people write about them? also love your work💜💜

lol... thanks anon. I mean technically this is a request and I have been deleting them but-

Lookism/HTF react to their fanfics...

Disgusted

Doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to go anywhere near it. Leave them alone.

Johan Seong: C'mon, be serious. This edgelord will hate how people depict him. If it's accurate then he will get defensive, if it's not then he will get offended. Fluff, angst, soft, smut, doesn't matter. Does enjoy when Eden and/or Miro makes an appearance though.

Blushing

No interest in reading about it, makes them embarrassed and flustered to know that the fandom thinks about them that way.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Jerry Kwon, Han Wangguk

Flattered

Skims over fanfics. In awe, reluctantly impressed.

Jake Kim: Wow they think he's that handsome huh? That much of a green flag? Nice! A little disturbed but chuckles at Jake/Samuel shipping. What will these crazy fans think of next.

Ji Yeonwoo: Would blush but used to the thirst from his Study Newtuber days.

Ryuhei Kuroda: Damnit. Look at all the possibilities if only his dong works properly.

+ Zack Lee, Sinu Han, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Jibeom Kwak, Jason Yoon, Kim Munseong

Doesn't give a shit

^ what more is there to say.

Samuel Seo: doesn't give a shit until he decides to compare how popular he is next to Jake Kim. And then... wtf! Prepare for another mental breakdown. Jake/Samuel shipping? He hates it. (Hates it less when he's the top though.)

Gun Park: Gives zero fucks. Barely reacts when they mention him as a dom. Well, of course. Have you seen him? Cracks the tiniest smirk when he realises the fandom likes to write Goo as the whiniest mf-ing sub ever.

+ James Lee, Hudson Ahn, Jihan Kwak, Xiaolong, Baek Hangyeol, Seong Taehoon, Lee Jinho, Seo Haesu

Expected, surprised there isn't more.

They have fans, they have ego, they have a reputation. Of course they would expect fanfics of them.

+ Vin Jin, DG, Baek Seongjun

Writes their own

Goo Kim: Excuse me?? Why are there so many Gun simps and so few Goo simps? He doesn't even care how he is depicted.

This degenerate will write whatever to push his numbers up. X reader, canon shipping, him breaking the verse. Anything.

Sinu Han: writes the Jake/Samuel fics