#I have no nerves there tho so back to biting ice cream with me !!!!!!

[tillman]

God I wanna draw but oh I simply feel fucking miserable after all that …….. moping in bed with gauze in my mouth sucks worse tho

[euphoricfilter]

hi bub 🎀 how are u? sorry i'm kinda late on replying, i suck at that at times.

i'm glad to hear u had a nice dinner ! was the food pretty good? strawberry milkshakes are always the best 😌♡ but ahhh ! u got wootteo 🥺 i know he's just going to be the cutest in person, happy it worked out (sometimes impulsive buys are the best buys yk 🤷🏽)

oh wow ! i didn't know u were bilingual, that's so cool ! but aw i'm sure u did just fine darling 💓💓 u did ur best n that's okay (and i'm sure waitress didn't even notice or remember even after a second) *hugs* .. tho i do understand ur feelings completely. it can be nerve racking on speaking an entire different language (no matter which way). plus i'm sure the pressure of getting it grammatically correct or the right pronunciation is pretty sucky :/

aw honey i think ur putting too much pressure on urself :( i know it's hard to accept thais in an author's prospective .. but ur human and u can't be 100% all the time yk? i think we all have a "burn out" every blue moon .. and i think that's when we all subconsciously know we're in need of a break or change ur scenery. it' okay 💕 ur pace is ur pace and that's okay. take all the time u need. and you'd never let us or anyone down by setting boundaries or simply saying "no". i promise. ur feelings matter always and deserved to be respected. no worries love :)

aw ur too sweet, ty 💕 i'll keep that in mind and of course vice versa always, jus lmk 💕💕😌 but honestly.. i don't even know what's going on? it's kind of hard to explain but basically i'm on my healing journey rn and learning to embrace having "peace" and i've been doing so well but idk.. these past few weeks .. it's been getting a little hard these past few weeks to embrace it. idk why but it's just .. i've been feeling so sad and lonely and bored ig? and it's like.. i've made so so much progress with my mindset, mental health, confidence, and overall .. and let's just say i was in a veeeeeery dark place lol .. i just don't want to relapse back into who was u know? but at the same time i feel like i'm in a "toxic positivity" state rn and it's just sigh* idk.. it's a lot lmao (as always sorry for the overshare omg 😭 )

- 🎀

i’m good!! you’re okay my love <3 i’m really bad at replying to text messages from people in real life

the food was really good, i don’t think i’ve ever had macaroni bites before but i tried them and it was pretty good. i agree!! strawberry milkshake is the best, i think they made it with ice cream as well

ahh wootteo slept on my pillow above me last night, his head is really fat but he’s a cutie so it’s okay 🧍‍♀️

oo another secret fact about me has been revealed, idk if i’d personally count it as bilingual just because i’m far from fluent but i’ve been learning for a while so i guess i know enough to get around 🥲 i think chinese grammar is easier than korean somehow but maybe that’s because i’ve been learning chinese longer?? idk languages make me wanna pull my hair out 🧍‍♀️and my teacher was.. firm in school so maybe that’s where my language anxiety stems from 🧍‍♀️

i think so too 🥲 i think since taking my gap year, i don’t wanna feel like i’m just wasting my life away when this time was meant to be time i took out for myself because the last couple of years of school killed me. now that i know i’ve gotten into university, i really have nothing else to do. like i’ve done my portfolio, done the application, signed up for everything i need for now, so i’m simply existing trying not to feel like i’m doing nothing with my life before i become a slave to the education system again

ahh i still feel bad, but i guess not much can be done about it, and i can only be grateful that so many people are this understanding!! i think for now i’m probably just gonna start the rewritten version of dtik, since it’s an easy project and takes minimal brain power and then i’ll get back to whatever i have in my inbox when i feel like it

i get that!! i was going so well after graduating considering where i was during the last couple of years and then slowly it all just went downhill 😭 and there was times a night where i just felt so lonely?? and so so so out of it, like i didn’t wanna be awake but i didn’t want to sleep it was a really funky feeling?

anyways, i’m always here if you ever wanna chat 🫶 and just know that i’m really proud of you! and you’re doing so well, and remember you’re super cool and take care of yourself 🫡

(shhh dw about it 💕)

MWAH 💕🫂

[ateezthings]

ATEEZ as your best friend

Anon said: “ateez as your best friends pls 🥺🥺”

Thank you for this request (even tho you requested this over a year ago, I still hope you somehow see this), hope this can make you smile.

Gender neutral 😊

Also here are some songs that convey the mood I was going for:

Waterparks – War Crimes

Chief – We’ll be alright

Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc.

Ralph – Something More

Jongho

(Ugh, I’ve been in my Jongho feels so much, I can’t)

- Him doing pushups with you on his back

- Working out together

- Hell yeah

- Him hyping you up on the last set, you being ready to give up

- Him belting out random tunes when you’re out getting food

- And you’d be joining in, out of tune of course, just to piss him off

- He lowkey lives for your passion when you’re trying to sing, emphasis on trying

Wooyoung

(happy birthday to this one ❤️)

- For some reason I think you’d playfully call each other idiot a lot lol

 “Yo idiot, look at this video of a dude jumping off a roof into a pool”

 “Hey idiot, do you wanna go out for ice cream?”

- When you’re together you’re both laughing all the time

- So much that it gets on the nerves of everyone around you

- There’d also be a lot of flirting cz that’s what Wooyoung does

- Maybe you would have made out once while tipsy? Or twice or thrice

Mingi

- Half of your friendship would be helping him to get up cz he tripped and fell or something

- Also, a lot of laughing

- TAKING NAPS

- You being cuddled next to him

- After a while the roles would change as you move in your sleep

- You’d wake up with him being cuddled up to you like a little koala

- Ohhhh my heart

- There’d also be a lot of deep late-night talks about how the world works and what you want most out of life

San

- Him teaching you their choreo

- Going absolutely crazy during that

- Spending lots of time in convenience stores cz you both have a sweet tooth

- Listening to each other’s favorite songs in the practice room

- Him inventing some dance moves that go perfectly with it

- He’d have these random moments where he’d wanna turn you on just to fuck with you?

- Lemme explain: he’s really flirty and I feel like he’d laugh his ass of if you’d get really quiet after watching him bite his lips and thrust the floor or some shit

Yeosang

- Going out to the park, so he can fly his drone

- Skateboarding (even tho you’re not good at that)

- He’d wanna teach you

- But he’d also laugh when you’d fall

- Ordering a lot of take out together

- You’d be eating all the time

- Getting to hear his random jokes on a daily basis

- Where can I get a Yeosang

Yunho

- Yunho strikes me as a big sitcom guy?

- The big bang theory, new girl, friends, how I met your mother – he loves it all

- And he makes you watch it with him

- Not that you’re complaining

- He has snacks, a couch and the memes to make for a chilled evening

- Plus, doing sheet masks during one of your sitcom evenings

- And laughing your asses off about how ridiculous these masks where

- He’s also like to check up on you during the day

- To make sure you’ve eaten, you’re feeling alright and stuff

- Overall a really chilled and caring friendship, 10/10 would recommend

Hongjoong

- Trying to help him come up with melodies and lyrics

- Going out to eat a lot

- That would be your daily thing

- It wasn’t even a question

- He came over at 8 every evening to go out to eat with you, without you asking or anything

- Over dinner you’d talk about what you did that day

- Once he’d eaten something, he would be a little goofy and laugh a lot

- You’d have trouble getting him home almost every day cz he’d be so hyper

Seonghwa

(this was such a look)

- He’d take pride in caring for you, especially if you’d be younger than him

- He’s paying for your food when you’re going out, making sure you’re warm enough etc.

- People often mistake you for a couple?

- You’d just laugh it off?!

- You two would enjoy doing fairly calm things, domestic hobbies

- Like cooking together

- Maybe running errands together, idk why but that’d be a big thing for you two

- You’d also trust each other with your life, knowing each other deepest, darkest secrets

- Just a really genuine, caring friendship

[lovely-ateez]

Ice Cream Pt. 2~

ꕥPosted: 9/23/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Seonghwa

ꕥWord Count: ~2k

ꕥWarnings: Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex (sort of, reader is on the pill), Reader has a thing for being teased, Praise (are we even surprised at this point), Language, Size kink if you squint

ꕥA/N: I hope you all enjoy this one! I’m going to make this a five part series and I’m really excited to write the rest!! I’ll be posting part three on Saturday! You can read the first one here. Happy Wednesday everyone :)

Pt. 3 here~

Your POV

I read over the words on my screen for likely the twentieth time, trying to come up with a solid response. Any response at all, really, that didn’t sound completely ridiculous.

[Choco Boi] Those are big words, doll. How about you come see for yourself how good I am?

Choco Boi—or Seonghwa, as I affectionately named him in my phone—had been bragging to me about how good of a cook he was for the past hour. So I, in all my infinite wisdom, told him I was an incredible chef. I mean I wasn’t necessarily a bad cook, but I certainly wasn’t Gordon Ramsey. And now, I he was inviting me to his home for us to cook together.

My fingers were hovering over the keyboard of my phone when I received another text from him.

[Choco Boi] No pressure tho, only if you want to :)

[Me] That’s okay! I’d like to. Maybe the 6th?

Surely someone can learn to cook in a week, right?

[Choco Boi] Sure. I’ll pick you up at 5?

[Me] Sounds good :))

With a sigh I set my phone down on my night stand, tucking myself into bed. I had work the next morning and I knew I should be getting some sleep but my thoughts continued to drift back to Seonghwa.

Two weeks had passed since we first met and there wasn’t a day that passed that we didn’t text, FaceTime, or call each other.

I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was just so...alluring. He had the most precious mannerisms and I felt like I melted everytime he smiled. Especially when it was because of me.

I recalled the first official date we went on. He took me to a gorgeous restaurant I had never heard of. I teased myself for being so nervous because conversation flowed so easily with him. We held hands nearly the entire time as Seonghwa pretended to know all the foreign dishes and everything about them, making up the most ridiculous stories as he went along. I smiled and laughed with him to the point I had tears in my eyes.

I remember so clearly when he drove me home and we ended up making out in his car for an hour, the fat raindrops pounding on his car. It wasn’t intentional, at least on my part, but god if my feelings weren’t strong before, they certainly were now. The cologne he was wearing was no doubt expensive and he looked so heavenly in his blue button-up shirt with the rolled up sleeves exposing his forearms, his silver watch on display. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyes were literally forming hearts when I looked at him. I felt comforted that his eyes reflected the look in mine.

Closing my eyes I gradually lulled myself to sleep, but not without thinking of him as I did.

-

The next day passed relatively quickly, and I felt slightly anxious about meeting with Seonghwa. I knew he wouldn’t instantly lose interest if I wasn’t a good cook, but I still wanted to impress him.

Setting down all of my groceries with a thud, I let out a sigh. I was pretty confident I bought half of the store’s cooking materials. Seonghwa refused to tell me what we were making so I wanted to make sure I got all the basics down. I had no problem with baking and I was certain I would be fine if we ended up making cookies, brownies, or something similar.

I just wasn’t too sure about...well, essentially everything else. So I spent my week trying new recipes and failing, trying them again and still failing but less so. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated, still not completely sure of what I was doing wrong.

I spent most nights cooking, trying to get the hang of beginner and intermediate dishes. Only a few actually turned out okay, but honestly it was better than where I started, and time was running out so I just had to accept it.

-

The day finally approached and I did everything possible to calm my nerves. As the clock ticked closer to five, I checked my outfit again. My favorite long sleeved shirt was tucked into a pair of slightly ripped shorts that tightly hugged my thighs. Simple pearls rested on my ears. I didn’t want anything too dramatic or revealing, especially since we’re only planning to cook.

Looking good girl. You can do this. Just remember to breathe and it’ll all be alright.

The doorbell shook me from my thoughts.

“Coming!”

As I opened the door I saw Seonghwa holding a bouquet of roses, a loving smile on his face. My heart grew at the sight. He made me feel so cared for.

“There are for you, doll.”

I pushed the flowers aside and kissed him, jumping into his arms. “I’m so excited! It’s so good to see you!”

He laughed. “It’s good to see you, too.”

I took the flowers from his hands and welcomed him into my house, placing them in a jar.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you again, Seonghwa.”

“No problem. You ready? My car is parked out front.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “I’m ready.”

Seonghwa’s POV

As we climbed into my car she spoke, her voice a little small, “So what are we making, Hwa?”

I smiled at the nickname she hadn’t used since the last time I saw her in person. “Well, love, today we’ll be making soufflé. That should be no problem with you right? You are an incredible chef, after all.”

A flash of fear shone through her eyes before she made a feeble attempt to suppress it. It was almost comical.

“Duh, of course.”

I smiled to myself. I doubted she’d made anything more complex than cookies but I was curious to see how far she was willing to take this.

My house wasn’t too far from hers so it took maybe ten minutes before we were at my house. I knew she’d never been to my home before and hoped she wasn’t too nervous.

I wouldn’t admit it, but I was more nervous than I led on. I’d brought a few girls to my place, but I didn’t have the instant connection with them that I did with her. She was special to me, as cliché as it sounds.

“Your house is pretty.” She said with big eyes.

I smiled, “Thank you.”

I held the door open as she walked in, and she instantly let out a gasp. It scared me, thinking something was wrong until I saw her run over to a little plant sitting on my windowsill.

“It’s so cute! Does it have a name?”

“Uh...can’t say it does. You name plants?”

She scoffed, “Of course! Frankly I’m appalled that you don’t.”

I watched as her eyes squinted, carefully examining the plant.

God she looks adorable. She’s literally just fawning over a plant and my heart is pounding. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?

“I think it looks like a Unice.”

“Unice?”

“Yeah! I can’t explain it but it looks like a Unice.”

“Fair enough. Let’s head to the kitchen, I’ve got everything set up already.”

She nodded and waved goodbye to the plant.

“Bye Unice!”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“So I know how to—of course—but you know I just want to see if you know how to make a soufflé so you should probably explain it.” She batted her eyelashes.

I raised a hand to my chin. “Actually, I’m not quite sure, now that you mention it. I could probably use a refresher. Would you mind telling me?”

“Uhhh...”

I laughed at her stunned appearance. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a recipe.”

The woman giggled like a child, likely out of nerves.

“Good.”

“So first I need you to grab some milk and butter from the fridge.” I told her while preheating the oven.

“Okay!” She opened the fridge, “Oh my gosh you have chocolate covered strawberries? What are those for?”

You.

“I have a sweet tooth. You can have some if you’d like.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna steal your food.”

“I don’t mind. They’re there if you want some.”

“Aw thanks.”

Everything went smoothly and I was surprised that she was doing so well. Soufflés weren’t easy to make for beginners and I was happy to see her trying.

That was until she started to stir the egg whites and accidentally knocked over the bag of flour sitting next to her.

“Okay I give.” Her brows furrowed as she threw her hands up in defeat, “I’m not the best at making food and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I glanced at the powder covering her clothes and pressed my lips together to hide my smile.

“You don’t say?”

She cracked a slight smile, despite her best efforts to remain serious. “I’m trying, okay?”

I walked over to her and tilted my head down to look at her tiny frame.

“You’re so cute.”

Her eyes widened and she buried her face in her hands almost immediately, whining at me not to say such things.

You have no idea how endearing you are to me, darling.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

I gently removed her hands from her face and was greeted with a cherry blush forming on her cheeks. Just like when I first saw her, it was so easy to make her blush. I seemed to grow more and more fond of her flustered state every time I saw it.

Tucking a few fingers under her chin, I leaned down to kiss her soft lips. She tasted of the chocolate covered strawberries I saw her eating earlier when she thought I wasn’t looking and smelled of floral perfume. It was an intoxicating combination.

I smiled against the kiss when I felt her melt into my touch. Kissing her harder I ran my hands down her back, unintentionally playing with the hem of her shirt. I didn’t have any intention of taking things further. I was more than willing to take my time with her. I wanted her to be comfortable more than anything.

And then she whimpered into the kiss. I felt myself twitch in my jeans at the noise. She sounded so beautiful and everything in me craved to hear it again. I broke from the kiss and ran my lips down the side of her neck, taking my time to see how she reacted. She leaned into my touch and began to pant heavily, gripping onto my biceps.

I heard a breathless whisper of my name fall from her lips and it spurred me on. I gradually led her back up against the island in my kitchen and pinned her in place with my arms on either side of her, pressing on the granite. I littered her neck with kisses, paying close attention to the areas that were most sensitive to her.

Before I got ahead of myself I drew back to tell her we should stop. I didn’t know how far she wanted to go and I didn’t want her to think that I was only after her for sex. And so, I told her as such.

Her hazy lust-filled eyes darkened. “I don’t think you’re that type of guy. I want this if you do.”

“Wait! The oven!” Her eyes grew.

“Oh shit you’re right.”

I ran to turn off the oven and wordlessly picked her up, letting her legs wrap around my waist. All I saw was desire in her eyes. I led her to my bedroom and set her down on the soft sheets of my bed.

“Let’s find out what you’re into, sweetheart.”

She giggled and grabbed my shirt, forcing her lips against mine.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Your POV

I felt the fanning of his hot breath on my skin and I shivered, temporarily forgetting how to speak.

“Shirt off.” I demanded.

Seonghwa raised a brow but complied. When his shirt came off I couldn’t help but stare, practically drooling at the look of him. Without thinking I reached out to run my fingers along his abs.

“Damn. You’re really attractive.” I could barely speak above a whisper.

“And you look absolutely stunning, my darling.”

He quickly removed my shorts, leaving my black lacy panties exposed. His eyes devoured me, and any dominant feelings I had within quickly disappeared. His hands ran up and down my thighs and made the warmth inside me spread.

“Tease me please.” I begged.

“Oh,” his mouth quirked into a smile, “You’re one of those, huh?”

“Shush. I don’t need—ah fuck.”

Seonghwa’s fingers danced across my clothed clit and I arched my back off the bed. His fingers were gone as quickly as they first appeared. I couldn’t help but groan at the lack of contact, but I loved it. He continued this a few more times before my whines became much louder. His lips met mine in a heated kiss and I felt his fingers tickling my sides.

“Seonghwa!” I spoke through uncontrolled giggles.

I kissed him even harder as he continued and tried to catch my breath through the sensation.

He stopped and I wiggled under his stare, feeling so, so small.

“It’s your turn now. Shirt off.” Normally I would have been embarrassed with how quickly I removed my shirt and how eager I likely appeared, but the wetness I felt between my thighs was growing quickly and I needed release.

“Good girl.” Seonghwa removed my panties at an almost painfully slow speed and when he finally did, he tossed them aimlessly behind him. He raised my legs over his shoulders and I shuddered as his mouth slowly approached where I so badly needed him.

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely touched you.” His voice dropped several octaves and I whimpered.

My head fell back as I felt a few kitten licks on my clit. When I didn’t feel anything more, I looked back at him to be met with a shit-eating grin.

“Seonghwa!” My voice sounded so needy I barely recognized it.

“What? I thought you liked to be teased.”

“Well yes but actually no.” I joked, “Not when I need you this bad.”

“Hmm.” Was all the response I got before he went back to running his tongue along my clit and opening.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” I chanted as he picked up the pace, slowly entering a few fingers in me.

“I didn’t realize you had such a vulgar mouth, doll.”

If I had the ability to process any of what he just said I’m sure I would have had some retort ready, but in all honesty I couldn’t think about anything else except the stimulation that I was feeling.

I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and I had no doubt that he knew it too. My hands found his hair and gripped onto his dark locks.

“Seonghwa! Oh my god please don’t stop.”

Then, the bastard stopped. I groaned and bucked my hips up, desperate for anything.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“Fuck off.”

He let out a hearty laugh and reached to his nightstand. I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? Like really sure?”

“Yes yes I’m sure. Please, Seonghwa.”

He quickly discarded his clothes as I removed my bra, his eyes quickly darkening.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay?” Even though I could tell how bad he wanted this, his eyes were kind, putting me first.

I really found a good man. It’s too early to say I’m falling for him, but I definitely can see myself loving him.

“I will.”

He let out a low groan as he entered me and I clenched around him, loving the sound.

“Fuck. Don’t do that.” He warned.

“Do what?” I asked with a smirk, promptly repeating the action.

He groaned again, “Babe I’m trying to last for a while here and you’re not making it easy.”

I bit my lip, pleased at his response, when he quickly thrusted into me. I moaned, my breath leaving me.

“Not so talkative now, hmm?”

I didn’t have the ability to respond and simply grasped his face to pull him into a kiss as he continued his movements.

“You’re making me feel so good, babe.”

“Same...here.”

My legs were shaking and I closed my eyes, not being able to keep them open any longer.

A deep voice called out to me, “Hey. Hey look at me.”

Fighting my urges to close my eyes I made eye contact with him. A sweet look was conveyed by his eyes, starkly contrasting the fact that we were literally having sex.

“You look gorgeous.”

My face turned pink and in response Seonghwa kissed both of my cheeks, leading down to my neck.

“Hwa, I’m close.”

A dazzling smile lit up his face at what I assume was the nickname.

“Me too.”

With a few more thrusts I was shaking, cumming around him. He let out a low growl releasing slightly after me.

Both of us remained still, trying to catch our breath.

“Same time next week, love?”

“Seonghwa oh my god!” He laughed along with me.

“Honestly,” I thought aloud, “Sure.”

He slowly pulled out of me and grabbed a warm towel from his bathroom, cleaning me up.

“I didn’t necessarily plan this to happen, but I was planning on asking you at the end of today anyway: Would you want to be my girlfriend? Maybe?”

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

[leerongrong]

of broken arms and annoying neighbors.

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: In which your summer isn’t filled with adventures and laughter but more of annoying neighbors and falling from windows.

Requested: yess from this drabble game. feel free to send a request! // babysitter!au + enemies to lovers +prompt 37 with hyuck or jaemin,, i cant really decide,, thank you and i love your blog uwu xoxo

Summer started just over a month ago, prompting all school kids to lay back and enjoy the sun, ditching school work and forgetting homework. Sunshine shone from above, shinning on your uncovered head while you’re walking to the house address on your phone.

While your friends had all went away to vacation; some going to Bali for a summer tan, others going to their grandparents’ house in the suburbs, you had decided to stay put in your house, prompting to get a job and gather up money for a brand new speaker you’ve been eyeing since last week. The gadget had been just a bit expensive, your money lacking and your parents won’t give you any of theirs, telling you to work for it instead.

The neighborhood you’re walking through is one of the high end ones; flashy marble white buildings owned by the likes of business men, and women. The first time you walked through, you’d felt a little awestruck at their infrastructures, even at their too big swing set just by the park. You guessed this was what people meant when they said that grass is always greener on the other side.

You, yourself came from a humble back ground. Your dad a small office worker with 8 to 9 hours of work, while your mom’s a stay at home wife who cooks and sells some of her paintings as a hobby and now to add to the addition, you’re a babysitter who works for a well off family with 2 adorably well mannered kids. You had started working just over two weeks ago, along with taking care of kids, you had to do a little house work but all and all you love the job that you have.

Although the one thing you can’t stand about the job is one little thing, or should you say person. He goes by the name Lee Donghyuck.

The neighbor next door who made it hell even on your first day of work, breaking one of the house owner’s window, as a welcome gift. Your first encounter hadn’t been good to start with, more so when you threatened to call the police on him. Ever since then he’d always get on your nerves, pressing on the house’s doorbell multiple times and fleeing when you came to open the door.

You hadn’t been innocent yourself, you had purposely baked a chilly and pepper pie that smelled like strawberry and jam, pretending to put it out on the window to cool it down. You had the best laugh of your life when you saw him eat it and cough his guts out.

The steady pace you put on proved to be a hassle. You’re sweating buckets by the time you reached the Smith’s front door, the sun’s still beating down on you while you’re twisting the door knob, eyebrows furrowing when the door won’t open. “Sam? Lynn? Guys it’s me, open the door!”

“Nope!” Two heads pop out of the kitchen window, both kids laughing and smiling at you. Sam’s the 7-year-old brunette with his two front teeth missing, while Lynn’s the 6-year-old blonde with pigtails. The two kids have been a wonder for you to babysit, both of them following your every rule and staying out of trouble. That is until today.

“Guys, c’mon,” You groan, “The ice cream I bought is going to melt if you don’t let me in.”

You’re suppressing a smirk when both kids pop up at the sound of ice cream, the two having a secret little meeting while they go on to discus about their multiple favorite flavors. “What flavor did you bring?”

“Rockyroad.” The sweat sliding down your neck has you desperate to get out of the sun, desperate enough to send the kids your best puppy dog eyes. Little Lynn’s eyes waver for a small moment that has you hopeful, only for that hope to be crushed when Sammy shakes his head and locks the window from the inside.

You’re scoffing at your fate while Donghyuck’s having the time of his live, hand propped up to hold his phone onto his ear while his eyes take in the way you’re jumping and trying to climb your way up to the second story window. The line on his phone finally connects and he’s spewing comments the moment Jaemin’s voice breaks through.

“Bro, she’s climbing up a window!”

“What do you mean you don’t believe me?”

“Come over here and see it yourself, then!”

“Are you a burglar or something?” His eyes are scanning your form, taking in the way you’re climbing up swiftly as if it isn’t your first time. He’s taking in the way your shirt and shorts ride up every time your hands reach up to grab at a ledge. “You’re hot tho.”

“What’d you say, Hyuck?” Donghyuck almost flings his phone out the window when he hears Jaemin’s voice on the line, only remembering too late that he hasn’t pressed the end call button just yet, finally realizing that Jaemin probably heard him calling you hot.

The multiple excuses on the tip of his tongue are pulled to a stop when he hears your scream from outside his window, and it takes everything in Donghyuck not to scream too because an arm shouldn’t be bent that way.

He’s sprinting to your side in seconds, and Hyuck crouches down slowly when he sees you’re still looking at your arm in a daze. “Hey, are you okay?” He’s refraining from slapping himself because you’re most definitely not okay.

Your eyes are focused on him for a minute, head bopping down to look at your hand. The adrenaline in your system is slowly wearing off, a sluggish feeling seeping into your bones and pain shooting up your arm. The scream that escapes you not only make Donghyuck jump but also make Jaemin come running from three house down.

“Oh My God.” The three words come pouring from your lips like a prayer, repeating it again and again while your eyes are still focused on your arm and the way it’s bent, some places slowly turning a smudge blue and purple. The tears start falling down in a quick pace and the way you’re looking at Donghyuck, makes him want to cry too.

“Don’t touch your arm!” Donghyuck all but screeches when he sees you reaching down to your weirdly angled arm, “Are you stupid!?”

“There’s a spare key under the bench,” He screams, “How did you not know that? Even I knew about it!”

You aren’t sure who calls the ambulance, your vision blurring until all you can see is black. Your ears only comprehend Donghyuck’s screams and the sound of sirens invading your senses. “Don’t you dare die, you hear me?! People are going to think I’m the one who killed you!”

“Get a summer job they said,” You grumble, “It’ll be fun they said.”

“Well they didn’t say anything about falling out a window and breaking an arm!”

The next few weeks are spent in your bedroom, based on doctor’s orders. You thought your summer would be filled with adventures, laughter, and maybe a hint of love and you’re still bitter that yours has been filled broken arms and annoying neighbors so far. Although you can’t complain about the later, since the incident, Donghyuck’s been visiting you in his spare time along with Jaemin and the two of you could now be classified as best friends, although you’re not sure what you and Donghyuck are.

The lingering touches and affectionate teasing are too much for you to think of.

Three knocks are heard and your door opens to reveal your mom with a batch of cookies in her hands, a smile spreading on your lips when another head pops into view. “You have a visitor, sweetie.”

The first few moments with Donghyuck alone in your room is awkward, both of you shuffling around while no one utters a word. The sun’s still bright outside, some of its rays shinning in through your opened window and into your room. Donghyuck shuffles closer to you when the sun’s rays hit him on his face and you’re snorting at the view.

“Are you Dracula or something?”

“That’s rich of you to say that,” He snorts back, “As if you don’t look like a mummy right now.”

The awkwardness bursts when you both start laughing, Donghyuck even going a degree of falling off your bed. The air is calm for a while, Donghyuck helping himself to a few of your mom’s cookies while he also passes you some. It’s only then do you see the sight of a black marker in his pocket.

“What’s that for?” Donghyuck’s half way to taking a bite from his cookie when he stops for a moment. A sight of red covering a bit of his cheeks, and you’re squinting to see if he’s blushing or if you also hit your head when you fell.

”Ya know- I haven’t written anything on your cast.”

“Hyuck,” You groan, “It’s being removed soon.”

He’s shrugging his shoulders and you’re trying to see his hidden intentions when he twirls the marker between his fingers, the motion capturing your attention instead. “Still want to sign it.”

“Fine, But if it’s something bad I will literally throw you out my window.”

His body covers your cast from view, completely blocking you from seeing what he’s scribbling on your hand. You’ve only seen Donghyuck serious a handful of times, and you didn’t think he would look this serious if he’s only signing your cast. “Why’re you taking so long?”

“You remember that time you fell really hard and broke your arm?”

Of course it’s like him to answer a question with another question, one of his traits you’ve seen countless of times back when you two were still enemies trying to spite each other. You know he’s been trying to do it less since you cussed him out for it but you know that old habits die hard.

“Of course,” You roll your eyes, “How could I forget?”

“Well I kind of fell that hard for you too.”

Your head shoots up the second the words leave his lips, and your eyes bug out when it registers in your mind that Lee Donghyuck just used a pick up line on you, it just registered in your mind that Lee Donghyuck, your previously annoying enemy, may have a crush on you, just like you him.

And it only registers in your mind the words he wrote on your cast may be the sweetest thing he’s ever asked to you.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

Bonus Scene:

“It’s totally clear you didn’t come up with that pick up line all alone.” The two of you are laying on your bed, Donghyuck’s head on top of your lap while your, now free, hand tangles themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the roots and giggling when he groans from your actions. “It totally reeks of Na Jaemin.”

“Well, didn’t you want to know how i feel?” He’s propping himself up on his elbows, pouting exaggeratedly in a mock cute fashion. “Besides, I said it. Me.  And you liked it. Does it even matter?”

The slight red on his cheeks make you squeal and you’re flopping on top of him. Donghyuck lets out an oof when you wrap all your limbs around his, his mouth curling up into a smile when you press a sweet kiss onto the edge of his lips.

[notasiren21]

Lukanette 24, 86. First day at university/college?

Hell yea bud I gotchu (even tho I have classes in the morning and finished this af 4AM but lol idc)

Rootbeer Floats & Milkshakes

Rating: Teen basically

Pairing: Lukanette

Word count: 3,839

Prompt(s): (24) “Wanna go grab a drink?” & (86)”Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Characters: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain Cheng, Ayla Cessaire

Description:

Marinette’s first day at university comes with a surprise planned by a certain quiet girl off somewhere else for school and her best friend/roommate Ayla. It’s been two years since Luka and Marinette last saw each other and inner thoughts get spilled and fluff takes place.

So many boxes.

That’s all there was to it. There were too many boxes she had carried up and unpacked between her and Ayla that filled their new university dorm room.

In fact, she was almost certain there was a god out there when a student happened by saying he was taking spare boxes to store away for a later time.

She collapsed onto her bed, black high waisted skirt spanning the mattress and covers, pink silk blouse hanging off one shoulder. An arm carefully draped across her face to avoid makeup, lips parting in an exaggerated moan of exhaustion.

“You alright there, girl?” Ayla snickered, folding her clothes and swatting Marinette’s thigh to get her to move.

“If by alright you mean, questioning my life choices and events that led me to here and disdain for being limited to colleges because of my other persona needing to be here for an akuma, then yes. I’m alright.”

Ayla whistled lowly, “Damn, bug. And here I was, worrying about that small thing called tuition and student loans.”

The bluenette sat up in a huff, leaning against the wall with eyes closed rubbing at her forehead.

“Right, that. God, the thought of starting university scared me, but being here is downright terrifying.”

And then she heard it.

“Aw, Mari, don’t be scared, I’m right here.” And there standing was the owner of the smooth and calming voice. Grinning with his perfect teeth and one snake bite piercing ring on the bottom left of his lip, hair more of his natural black roots and electric blue tips, and a few tattoos.

She was screaming excitedly and hurling her body into his for a hug before Ayla had the chance to turn around and the poor boy could blink.

“Luka!” She smushed her face against his middle ribs, feeling the muscles of his now matured figure and the soft cotton blend of his black hooded long sleeve.

Ayla still folded, more than pleased Juleka involved her in a scheme like old times and reunited the two after Luka left for university for those two years and spent breaks being Jagged Stone’s new protégé.

He placed a kiss to her hair, squeezing her tight and feeling his face burn from her presence altogether. “It’s nice to see you too, Ma-ma-Marinette.” He teased, watching as she pulled away and wiped some small flecks of glitter highlighter away from his shirt. “It’s fine, I don’t mind it.” He said, carefully grabbing her hand and bringing it down to rest between them.

“I didn’t know you went here.” God, her eyes were so blue.

“I could say the same. I came to visit because Ayla said she needed help with boxes and Juleka told her I attended the same school and lived in the same building.” He raised their hands, placing a kiss to her knuckles, “This is by far the greatest surprise though.”

Marinette blushes heavily from the gesture. She used to whenever Luka was sweet around her but the time spent apart seemed to reinforce her feelings. She smiled before a frown took over her features. She quickly whipped around to stare at the taller female.

“Why didn’t you just invite him over sooner? We would’ve finished forever ago.” Only receiving a huff and glance to her.

Luka blinked, “Oh, so you don’t need any help?” Great, now he was feeling like he was intruding and a possible nuisance hanging around.

He was about to offer to leave them so they wouldn’t be distracted when the small and petite girl he spent his last teenage years loving squeezed him into another hug.

“Oh my god, you being here is more than enough help. I think I can see the light, is this it? Seeing Luka has killed me with such peaceful serenity I’m able to leave this horrid place for a possible paradise?”

He gave an amused laugh that rushed out of him, staring wide eyed to his old friend with glasses.

“Don’t even bother. She spent a summer with Chloé having to serve punishment by working in her family’s bakery and everyday it was nonstop dramatic monologues until their shifts ended.” She smiled, “It was amusing and did get better as time went on though.”

He only nodded, hating when she let go and moved to put small and casual heals on, long hair falling over her shoulders as she lent to the side, finding solid balance along her bed post.

“Well since it’s a reunion and all, wanna go grab a drink?”

Luka only dimpled down at her in response, excited she wasn’t ready to part ways with him just yet.

“You even have to ask?”

~*~

There was no question about it in her mind; Luka had definitely gotten hotter in their time separated.

His hair was messy in his young rockstar way but still gravitated the urge for Marinette to play with from across the table. His eyes seemingly more of azure than just regular blue when he was younger. Eyelashes and brows black and more defined.

How in the hell did his features harden after two years?

Marinette played with the straw in her milkshake, glancing up frequently to catch a glimpse of Luka who was at the counter ordering a root beer float. She coward every time he looked to her like he felt her stare.

Ayla passed on the reunion trip, saying she was going to go visit Alix and then spend the rest of the day with Nino who attended the same school as them.

“Sorry I couldn’t take you to a bar or something to ease your nerves, I can’t drink.” He said, sitting down and alternating between a spoon and a straw for his drink.

“You can’t?” She was surprised, most university students would frequent shops and stores to buy out the liquor section back home.

He shook his head, the curve of the spoon sitting on his tongue before he spoke. “Nope, alcohol intolerant. Pass out the second it hits my system, I get sick and the worst hives ever.”

“That sounds awful, how did you find out?”

He laughed lightly, “My roommate was in charge of making punch for a party he was going to later when I would be out buying a new release of this one game. He asked me to try it and only told me of the fruit ingredients, wondered if it needed more sugar. Had no clue until I woke up in the campus’s infirmary.”

She grabbed his hand with hers, white nail polish tips visible to him on short nails of hers. “If it makes you feel any better, I had planned to order a Shirley temple or something had you taken me to a bar. Never like the idea of drinking anyways and I don’t have the luxury of freedom to.” She faltered before she smiled at him.

“Yeah, never know when one will need to run across the rooftops of Paris huh?”

She went impossibly still before he realized what he confessed.

“You knew?” Her voice was a mere whisper, eyes growing wide and beautiful mascara lashes blinking rapidly.

He let go of her hand quickly like he just hurt her, opting to lean on his elbows on the hard table and mess with his hair nervously, avoiding her gaze.

“I mean, I’ve always known since I first met Ladybug in person,” he was speaking quietly to avoid drawing attention. “The way you spoke was just, it was mesmerizing and like a song in itself. When she talked to me, all I could hear was you. And one day you approached me from behind and said my name in that way you do that gets to me and I turned around and saw her instead. And I just knew, I mean that day I was more sure than I had been the first meeting.”

The air suddenly turned thick and she didn’t know how to respond until she thought about certain things he said that she could focus on and giggled.

“And yet the people I spent everyday with in class never picked up on it. You truly are one of a kind, Couffaine.”

The hand that messed with his colored locks stilled, eyes meeting hers that were amused and he felt himself burning like mad. Clearing his throat and sipping the soda from the ice cream concoction.

“So, how’s Adrien?” He wouldn’t dare give himself hope like last time when he first fell for her.

“Adrien? He’s fine. Why do you ask?”

“Haven’t you guys hit like your third year yet? When was that anniversary?” He really didn’t want to know but it would provide him a slap of reality before getting hurt again by his own damn self.

She giggled again, head hanging low and bit her lip in a way that made his chest tighten. “I wouldn’t know. We broke up a few months into our first year because we just weren’t made for one another. We’re still great friends and that’s all we are to each other. Nothing more.”

Ah fuck...the hope is seeping in.

“Huh, didn’t see that coming.”

She added some sprinkles to her shake that sat on the ice cream parlor’s table besides the napkins. “We were younger, thinking everything made sense and it would work out. In reality, I just had some tween love obsession goggles on that inhibited my logic and real life objectives.”

He was smiling now, arms folded with one able to eat the soda flavored ice cream, “You really grew up, huh?”

“I could say the same to you. Wonder how a Viperion would look today than from two years ago? Sexier? More fitted? Definitely hotter no doubt.” She flashed a smile and her shoulders shook when he coughed harshly and choked on his spoonful, looking at the way the red traveled down to his neck and his eyes shook in panicked awe of her. “You okay there, Vipey?”

“Vipey?” He hit a fist to his chest, drinking the soda at the top again. Questioning that one little thing was far easier to draw attention to her teasing compliments.

She waved him off like that new nickname wasn’t twisting his heart in the most delicious pain he ever felt. “Always wanted to call you that but Chat was such a jealous and possessive thing back then, I was afraid he’d claw you to bits if I gave you your own pet name.”

Did she really not know what she was doing to him?

Wait.

“Okay, I get it. It’s a cute name.” He leaned towards her again, “On another note, is this you confessing that Chat Noir is Adrien? Because I kinda already figured.”

She gaped before smiling, “You’re just too good, aren’t you?”

“Not really. I mean, a socially repressed kid who lives by a set of rules and is made to be perfect all the time suddenly gains powers, and what is he expected to do? I would think look untamed and be unfiltered as much as possible. It wasn’t that big of a leap when I knew she was you. Well, a small fraction of you at least.”

Marinette ignored the last part. “You know, most people love to say her name. Ladybug’s. Why don’t you?”

His dark brows furrowed before he held a spoonful of his ice cream up to her lips, still leaning forwards and meeting her eyes. “I like your name better, Marinette. You’re what makes her, you’re always Marinette. Why call you by something else unless it’s required of me to do so?” She pretended like the hitch in her breath wasn’t obvious and ate the ice cream, noting the way his eyes didn’t dart down to watch her eat it like most boys would but instead held her gaze, and only dropped to grab more for her.

“What do you mean by that?”

He gave a sad smile, “You’re a smart girl, Mari. Ladybug isn’t who you are, it’s just a persona you created to ease the worries of an entire city that’s heavily populated. Someone you made real to stand up against someone with a power and lust for evil when I’m sure you wanted to hide away like the rest of us. Who you are behind the mask is so much more powerful than the one presented to us because you’re human. You made her to get through the challenging times and give a hero to a city when you wanted to be protected and safe just like them. I admire Ladybug for all she’s done, but I admire Marinette more for the sacrifices she’s made to help Paris and the victims of akumas.” He wiped the corner of her lips when the tinted ice cream caught his attention, his smile dropping. “Every time Ladybug got hurt, my heart didn’t break for her, it broke for you.”

“Me, what why?”

He chanced it and leaned his forehead to hers. “Because everyone saw you gain injuries throughout battle and they cried for Ladybug. Then your purification presumably took away the pain and injuries, but I always assumed some lingered. And that the memories in fact did stay and I wondered how many sleepless nights you had where you jolted awake in fear of getting hurt again, and I prayed to whatever deity there was that you didn’t cry alone in the dark.”

She wanted to cry now.

“People worry about the hero and then the fight is over, then worrying about themselves and the close calls. No one ever stops to worry about the person behind the mask though. I’ve always hated that.”

“No one but you, huh?” They had quieted down significantly and whatever had been flickering between the two had grown to sparks that remained unsettled inside them.

Luka glanced down at their hands that were close to one another’s, taking a deep breath before pulling back. “C’mon, I’ll take you back.”

The walk back was silent, Marinette holding onto his arm that was lazily available while his hand rested in his shirt pocket. He gave her a small smile when she took off her heals to walk through the carpeted dorm hallway, offering to carry the small shoes for her that now dangled from his free hand’s hooked fingers. He watched her step on the patterns in graceful ways, dancing around them to his humming in the near empty hallways.

He assumed there was a first day party raging on somewhere in the building.

They stopped at her dorm, finishing out keys and letting him walk inside to place her shoes down on the rack she brought with her from home. He looked up just in time to see a familiar bracelet presented to him, a snake kwami floating near it and a red one zipping in the back to eat baked goods from home.

He couldn’t find words for how surprised he was, looking between the little god and then her and the bracelet.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Sass won’t mind. I just felt like I would’ve had a great partner in Viperion if I was given the chance to work with him more.”

He willed himself back, “How do I know this isn’t some elaborate excuse to check me out in a skin right suit?” He nearly prided himself when she became equally as flustered.

“That’s only a quarter of the reason why I’m offering, Luka.” She pouted, avoiding his eyes and shifting her weight nervously. He smiled down at her, grabbing her arms and wrapping them around his waist as his crossed over her shoulders, cheek resting to her hair again.

God, this felt like home.

“When have I ever said no to you, Mari?” He could feel her excitement shoot through her and the small squeal of excitement reached his ears as he laughed. Letting her pull one arm from her shoulder and slip the bracelet on. “Hi, Sass. I’ve missed you.”

The snake smiled, glancing between Luka and the smaller girl in his arms that was beyond content with the turn of events for the night. “Not assssss much asssss her I presssssume?” Earning a snicker when he winked to the small god.

“Luka, the main reason I asked you?”

He pulled away, letting her sit on the bed on her knees, messing with her skirt in her hands.

“Yeah?”

“It’s because, I’m, um,”

“Take your time, Marinette. I don’t mind.”

She took a breath, “I’ve never trusted anyone with my inner thoughts and feelings like I do with you. You read me like an open book and try to keep it to yourself so I never become embarrassed. But you know the real me behind the mask that most others don’t even if they know my secret, and that counts for something.” She met just azure eyes, “Who better to protect me than the one who sees I’m just as weak as any civilian.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, instead walking closer to her and letting his right hand guide the back of her head to his lips as he placed a kiss to her forehead.

“Is that a yes?”

He nosed her hair, “Maybe I just want to hear you call me Vipey again.”

She giggled in kind, flicking his nose. “It’s a cute nickname for a cute boy who is a cute superhero.” She nudged the tip of his nose again, “With a cute, button nose.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Dupain Cheng.”

“It took me a few years to gain the courage for it, but yeah, I guess you could say I am.” She blinked up innocently at him. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“You know it’s dangerous for cute and beautiful girls like you to make guys like me hopeful right?”

“Is it?” She tried matching his height, even with the extra inches of the bed she only reached to his chin while she stood on her knees. “You said I’m smart, meaning I’ve learned my lesson this second time around. It’s okay for you to be hopeful, right?”

“Marinette?” He couldn’t move, afraid he would scare her off and praying to those kwamis he knew what was happening next.

“Luka?” She nudges her nose to his chin, giggling lightly when he shifted down to meet her nose like she wanted. He couldn’t and wouldn’t make the first move, she knew that. He respected her too much to read too far into things she did. “You know I always had this crush on you, right?”

“You what?”

She frowned, tears glistening around the blue hues of her eyes. “I really did miss you while you were away.” He forced a swallow, ignoring the matter that no one has ever spoken those words to him before and the weight they carried to him. “I’m not messing up this time, Luka.”

She pulled at the collar of his hood, bringing him down to her lips as her name died on his tongue and his hands slipped out of the pocket of his shirt to find support from her waist. His eyes screwed shut in fear of it all not being real or worse, her realizing it was a mistake to take with him.

But she still let her hands travel to his hair, giving a small happy noise with the ability to now play with it and feel it between her fingers. That alone coaxed him out of his potential nightmare slowly and encouraged him to move his lips against hers , feeling her smile when he found the bed to sit on so she wouldn’t have to lean up and felt her legs draped over his lap sideways.

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything when she broke the kiss, scared she’ll kick him out or express regret. Instead she gave a shy smile and then pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, hands framing his face before she hugged him with enough force to send Luka tipping backwards into her pillows with her on top of him.

She didn’t move off of him, only brought her face up to rest on her arms on top his chest while he refused to look at her. She held his face again, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to his face.

“Is it my turn to say how cute you look when you’re a blushing mess?” Her impish smile widened when the depths of his blues met hers, his jaw hardening in response to let her know he was at a loss for words. She ran a hand through his hair, noting the way he couldn’t stop the hum from escaping his throat. “You always were the one who got away, I didn’t want to risk it this time around and knew it the moment I saw you step into the university dorm that it had to be.”

He swallowed nervously, fingers twitching on her back. “Does this mean you want to be-,”

“Boyfriend and girlfriend for the time being? Absolutely.” She gave a firm nod, lips pressed in a straight line to make him laugh finally. He tried not to think about the her response and what the “time being” could lead to, hopefully a future together like he always wished for.

“Okay. I want that too.” She grinned, resting her chin on her arms again and staring up at him with an awed look. “What?”

She shook her head, leaning up to peck his lips before darting down to his chest and resting her cheek against his heart, “Nothing, you’re just really cute, Luka.”

“Oh my god, you’re going to kill me.” He muttered, arms leaving her and covering his red face.

“You okay?”

He whimpered, “Peachy. I meet up with the girl I’ve had a crush on forever and have a date with her and she ends up being my girlfriend before the night is over. And she’s the type to shower me in compliments. I’ve sighed my own death wish.”

“While you’re dealing with that, you mind if I turn the television on and catch up on an anime I’m watching?”

He uncovered his face to look at her then the tv across her bed, “Does this mean we have to move?”

She shook her head, moving to grab the remote and he noted he recognized the show already from some posts and expressed interest to himself of it before.

“No, I’m too affectionate to pass up on cuddling.” She sat up to grab a blanket before resting on his chest again, tangling her legs with his and giving a happy wiggle when he hugged her close. “You smell nice, I like it.”

“Fuck, you’re really too adorable, Marinette.” Luka sighed, forever grateful the university he didn’t care much about had one thing he would give the world to and she wanted nothing but him instead.

“You’re adorable too, Vipey.” Giggling when he squeezed her in retaliation and muttered to just watch her show and cuddled him.

[anotherkpopvictim]

Seven Is Our Lucky Number - OT7 Story Chapter 4

(Gif Source - me) ((Doesn’t this gif really just capture the essence of JinKook’s relationship tho? hehe))

Chapter 4: When Seokjin met Jungkook

A/N: Ooh, a new pairing I haven’t focused on before! Sorry it took a few days more than I expected but I struggled to get my thoughts into words I liked. Hopefully, it was worth the wait.

Relationship: BTS X BTS (Seokjin X Jungkook focused)

Rating: G

Words: 3372

Fluff

DISCLAIMER (I always seem to have one lol): I don’t know much about the audition process for entertainment companies in South Korea, so I went with what I did know and kind of fudged the rest.

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July 12, 2011

When Seokjin was approached by the talent scout for BigHit Entertainment a few months earlier after being seen getting off a bus, he didn’t think he’d end up auditioning to possibly become an idol.

He’d then attended the audition for actors at the company and the CEO had asked him if he’d ever been interested in singing or dancing as well as his acting.

At first, Seokjin was taken aback and a little heartbroken, thinking that it was the man’s way of telling him he wasn’t talented enough when it came to acting. He’d spent a couple of years as an acting major at university already and he feared it was all going to waste.

The CEO quickly clarified that he was asking because he was looking for potential members of an idol group and something about Seokjin called to him (whatever that meant - Seokjin tried not to look into it that much). He explained briefly that he planned for this group to have a large acting element to it, much to Seokjin’s surprise.

In all honesty, the thought of becoming an idol had crossed his mind before. He knew that companies sometimes looked for good-looking young men and women first before they did talent (a hard truth for some to swallow). The idea hadn’t panned out simply because Seokjin could not dance for his life and his singing voice was average at best.

After listening to an impromptu performance of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (yes, Seokjin really sang that - it was one of the only songs he could trust himself to remember all the words to in his nervous state) the CEO gave him a genuine smile and told him he thought he had great potential. He asked him to come back a couple of weeks later for the idol trainee auditions with a prepared audition song.

Seokjin was excited. He hadn’t necessarily looked at music as a possibility for his future before, but now that a potential opportunity had presented itself, he found himself falling in love with it. He worked tirelessly on his audition song for weeks, even asking his vocal coach friend to give him some tips to make his voice sound better.

The hardest part - surprisingly - was sitting in a large practice room at the company with about twenty others hoping to make it as trainees. Everyone was nervous, but some more obviously than others, and the aura of the room was sparking with anxiety. Most of the young men were in their late teens or early twenties, so the one boy sitting in the corner, obviously the youngest by a few years, definitely caught Seokjin’s eye.

The boy had a nose slightly too big for his face, baby fat still settled on his cheeks. He was staring down at his fidgeting hands in his lap, radiating nervousness. He was curling into his black sweater like he was trying to make himself as small as possible.

Seokjin felt a wave of protectiveness go over him, startling him. He’d always been the youngest in his family and mid-age in his friend group, so to suddenly have the urge to look after a stranger was certainly odd for him.

He found himself standing up instinctively and walking across the room to where the boy was seated separately from everyone else.

“Hey,” he began softly.

The boy’s head shot up and the dark bangs that had been previously covering the top half of his face revealed a set of large doe eyes. They sparkled and glistened brightly even under the unflattering fluorescent lights. He looked up at Seokjin like he was a predator about to eat him - a scared little bunny rabbit.

“It sucks that they’re making us wait in anticipation, right?” Seokjin took a seat next to the boy as nonchalantly as he could while still remaining a respectful distance away from him. “I’m super scared, and you looked scared too, so I thought maybe we could be scared together?” It wasn’t a lie - Seokjin was nervous too, he just managed to hide it better than most.

The boy’s eyes tracked his every movement tensely and Seokjin could swear he hadn’t even blinked once since he approached.

“Um...I...” the boy stuttered, eyes finally averting to his lap once more. “S-Sure.”

Seokjin smiled kindly, “I’m Seokjin. You can call me hyung, though.”

The boy’s baby cheeks turned pink, “I’m Jungkook.”

Jungkook appeared to be so timid that Seokjin briefly wondered if auditioning to be an idol was the right decision for him. Being an idol required some level of confidence and this boy hadn’t shown him one sign of that yet.

“How old are you?”

“I’m thirteen,” Jungkook replied, “How old are you, Seokjin-ssi - ah, I mean - Seokjin-hyung?”

The older had to bite back a fond smile, “Nineteen. What’s your favorite color?”

Jungkook looked a bit taken aback by the sudden random question but replied, “Ah...it changes a lot but right now it’s red. Yours?”

“Mine changes a lot, too. Probably...a light fuchsia or the color of coffee with seven creams and two sugars and a caramel shot.”

Jungkook briefly looked up at him with a mixture of emotions, “That’s...specific.”

“Mhmm,” Seokjin hummed, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Iron Man,” the boy replied easily. “Yours?”

“I’m a sucker for any American classics - Gone With the Wind and Casablanca. What’s your favorite animal?”

“I don’t know...panda bears maybe. You?”

Seokjin pursed his lips in thought, “I’ve always liked alpacas.” Now that the ice was broken between them and Jungkook had relaxed a bit, Seokjin asked another question - this one a little more personal. “So, Jungkook-ah, what talent of yours brought you here?”

“Oh,” Jungkook blinked, “Um, my dancing. I’m not like great or anything but it’s really fun.”

“Well, I’m not much of a dancer myself. Or a singer,” Seokjin replied. “My handsome face got me here.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the chuckle he let out, “Hyung! Isn’t it a little narcissistic of you to say that?”

“Only if it weren’t true - which, clearly I’m extremely good-looking, so...”

Jungkook chuckled more openly this time, “You’re silly, hyung.”

Seokjin opened his mouth to say more but was cut off when a woman entered the room. She was the one who had escorted Seokjin to this room earlier.

“Hello, everyone!” she started, gathering everyone’s attention. “I hope you have worked hard to prepare your performances, whether that’s just for singing or singing and dancing. Now, I’m here to tell you about the next part of the audition.”

The next part? Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows. There was more?

“There are twenty-two of you here today, and the CEO would like to see short duets from you to see how well you can work with others. You can choose your own partners, and let’s try to be kind to each other, yes? You will be judged separately in the end. You’ll have two hours to prepare an acapella song before we call you in. Three of our vocal coaches are on their way here to assist you with anything. Go ahead and partner up and let me write your teams down.”

Everyone turned to look at each other with slight insecurity in their eyes at this sudden addition to the audition. Some of them - who were obviously friends - immediately grabbed onto each other in claim and headed over to the woman to get it written down..

Seokjin didn’t think twice before turning to a worried-looking Jungkook, “Do you want to be partners, Jungkook-ah?”

The younger eyed him with something akin to terribly hidden relief, “Yes, yes, please.”

The two of them stood up and waited in line to tell the woman they were partners. When they got there, she looked at them with a gentle smile. “Alright, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Seokjin. You guys are group number seven, okay? Remember your number for when we call you later.”

The next three hours kind of went by in blur thanks to the anxiety-fueled adrenaline running through Seokjin’s veins. He might appear on the outside as not all that bothered, but inside he did worry, especially because he did not like surprises.

What Seokjin does remember of those three hours was hearing Jungkook’s angelic voice. He was shocked when the younger had first sung, his voice shy but undeniably captivating. The boy had said earlier that he was at the audition because he was a good dancer, but he was obviously naturally talented in the singing department as well.

They worked well together as they fell into a more productive mood. They decided to sing a rendition of IU’s Good Day after Jungkook admitted to really liking the song. Seokjin knew of the song and couldn’t say no to the younger boy after seeing the obvious blush dusting his cheeks.

One of the vocal coaches was only able to help them for twenty minutes before he had to move on, but truthfully, Jungkook and Seokjin were doing really well on their own. Their voices harmonized nicely and fairly easily.

Before they knew it, the woman returned, giving the room of potential trainees a hopeful smile. “I hope you are prepared. I will be selecting a group at random and once you are in the audition room, you will perform both your solos and duets.” She looked down at her clipboard and bit her lip in thought for a moment. “Let’s go with group 4 first, please.”

Jungkook and Seokjin kept practicing with their extra minutes, holding their breath in anticipation when the woman came to grab the next group four more times only to let it out when they weren’t called.

“Group seven, please,” she announced finally.

Jungkook was shaking with nerves as he and Seokjin followed the woman out of the large room and down the hallway.

Seokjin nudged him with his own arm to get his attention. Large eyes rounded on him. “You’re amazing, Jungkook-ah, and you’ve worked hard for this. You’ll do well, I know it.”

“O-Oh,” Jungkook stuttered before breaking into a smile. “Thank you, Seokjin-hyung. You’re going to do great, too!”

The audition room had four company members, including the CEO, sitting at a simple table. The boys didn’t waste any time in starting, beginning with introducing themselves and then singing their duet. Jungkook and Seokjin kept glancing at each other for support during the song and it went off without a hitch. The judges liked it as well, complimenting them on their good work together.

Next came Seokjin’s solo audition. Jungkook sat in a chair at the side of the room and watched on with awe as his hyung sang his heart out. Seokjin didn’t feel like he’d done too badly, and the CEO complimented him on his astonishing improvement from the last time.

Jungkook had prepared a short song to sing as well as a short dance. Seokjin was immediately captivated by the younger’s sheer talent once again when the boy began dancing.

He moved to the beat and hit the moves so smoothly, his passion was easy to see. The confidence Seokjin had thought the boy lacked earlier was shown clearly now.

Jungkook gave a hopeful smile to the room once he finished, accepting a water bottle from Seokjin gratefully. The judges praised him for his natural talent and ability to remember the fairly complex choreography he’d performed.

Then, after a few minutes of the four judges talking amongst themselves, the CEO called Seokjin to stand next to Jungkook.

“On your own, the two of you are thoroughly charming,” Bang PD said, “Together, you sounded even better. You two have no doubt passed the test to become trainees, but I would like to offer you both another option as well.”

Jungkook and Seokjin glanced at each other in happiness and confusion at the CEO’s words.

“I’m in the midst of putting together a group, and I feel that the two of you would be a great addition to it. You’re both obviously extremely hard-working and talented and have a natural charm to you. That’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Seokjin obviously knew about the possibility of joining the group from his last conversation with the CEO, but it appeared Jungkook didn’t. He was completely frozen next to Seokjin, as still as a statue with his eyes blown wide.

Bang PD smiled gently, “You don’t have to make a decision right now, of course. I’ll give you two pamphlets to take home today - one for more information about the group and what it would entail, and the other information about being a trainee.”

He handed both of them two large packages of paper clearly labeled exactly as he’d said.

“Jungkook, you will, of course, need to get permission from your parents. I’ll let you guys have a week to let me know your answer. We’ll talk about contracts then and such then. In the meantime, you can email any questions you may have. Congratulations on making it into the company.”

Seokjin and Jungkook both thanked the judges and Bang PD repeatedly, bowing respectfully a few too many times. Then they were escorted from the room and to the lobby of the building with their bags on their backs and their opportunities clutched tightly in their hands.

“See, Jungkook-ah! I told you that you’d do well!” Seokjin exclaimed happily. He gave the younger boy a proud slap on the shoulder.

Jungkook couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Seokjin got to see his full, genuine smile for the first time ever and it shined with contagious excitement and joy. He was only adding to Seokjin’s theory of Jungkook being a bunny as well with his two front teeth on show.

“We did it, hyung!” the boy shouted, the loudest the older had ever heard him. “And they want us to be in a group together! That’s so cool!”

Seokjin chuckled at the younger’s cuteness, “It is.”

“Thank you, Seokjin-hyung,” Jungkook then said, a little more serious. “I was really nervous here alone and you made me laugh and feel more comfortable.”

Seokjin waved him off, “Oh, that was nothing. I’ll always here if you need to laugh, I’ve got some great jokes up my sleeve.”

Jungkook giggled and scrunched up his nose - again, just like a bunny. “You’re a lot, hyung.”

“A lot of handsome, yeah.”

“Hyyuung!”

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Even though he’d known them for years now, Seokjin was always surprised by the amount of energy the maknae line had. He thought that maybe they’d calm down by their twenties, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

He was currently leaning against the mirror in their practice room, watching Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook goofing around like idiots. They were wrestling each other to the ground rather roughly, but Seokjin only heard laughter from them so he guessed they were enjoying whatever it was they were doing.

As he took a long, refreshing gulp from a bottle of water, he thought about how different Jungkook was from the boy he’d met all those years ago.

This Jungkook was no longer short and lanky, but tall and muscled and toned. This Jungkook had grown into his nose and had lost that baby fat from his cheeks. This Jungkook was a far cry from the shy, rather insecure boy he’d once been - mostly thanks to Taehyung. The true difference was perhaps not Jungkook himself but Seokjin’s feelings towards the maknae. Where it had begun as a brotherly affection, it was now full-on, indisputable romantic love.

Even though a lot about Jungkook had changed, there were things that this one and thirteen-year-old Jungkook had in common. Such as the bright doe eyes that glittered like stars in the night sky, or the little stutter and lisp to his words - though, the stutter and lisp were now more due to excitement than nervousness.

Seokjin was startled out of his thoughts when Yoongi slumped down beside him. “Do they even know what the word ‘relax’ means?” he grumbled, obviously referring to the ever-energetic maknaes.

“Nope,” Seokjin replied. “It’s best to just let them keep going until they drop from exhaustion.”

“So,” Yoongi said, “What were you thinking so hard about over here?”

Jin glanced back over at Jungkook who was currently holding Jimin in a headlock with one arm and tickling Taehyung’s stomach relentlessly with the other. “Just the differences and similarities of the Jungkook I first met and the Jungkook I know now.”

“He’s grown a lot taller but he’s still a brat,” Yoongi replied, though there was an undeniable fond tone to his voice.

“He sure is, but he’s matured so much emotionally.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement, looking over at their youngest boyfriends as well. “I can’t imagine what things would be like between us all if Taehyung hadn’t broken him out of his shell.”

“He might still be changing in the bathroom with the door locked.”

The two of them thought about the shy boy from what felt like so long ago, yet also not so long ago. When Seokjin and Jungkook had first joined the team, Jungkook was beyond closed off. He could goof around sometimes with them, but mostly kept to himself and regarded them more as work acquaintances.

It wasn’t until Taehyung came into their lives and essentially forced himself past the boundaries of Jungkook’s closed-off shell that that changed. Taehyung didn’t waste any time connecting with the maknae and before they knew it, Taehyung had his arms wrapped tightly around him - both metaphorically and physically. Taehyung slowly helped Jungkook open up to the others as well and was a large part of the reason they were all together today.

“Hey, hyung!” Seokjin and Yoongi both instinctively looked up at Jungkook, who was standing victoriously over a panting Taehyung and Jimin. “Do you want to see a girl group dance I’ve been working on?”

The two oldest Bangtan members chuckled and nodded. “Sure, Kookie,” Yoongi answered softly.

Jungkook immediately connected his phone to the speakers and began blasting Twice’s newest song More and More. He started in on the choreography effortlessly, imitating the movements without any hesitance.

Jimin popped up from where he’d previously been laying nearly dead on the floor as the chorus approached so he could join the maknae. Taehyung was still too tired from Jungkook’s wrestling and tickling to do anything other than cheer them on and giggle every once in a while.

“His confidence has certainly sky-rocketed since trainee days,” Yoongi remarked.

Seokjin hummed in affirmation before biting his lip. “Do you remember that Jungkook and I did a duet at the auditions?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it before I think.”

“Well, we were given group numbers when we did.” Seokjin looked over at Yoongi pointedly. “Do you want to take a guess which number we were?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “No way you were number seven.”

“We were. Group seven,” Seokjin confirmed.

Yoongi sighed thoughtfully, “Our lucky number seven shows up once again.”

“Do you believe it’s true, then?”

“I mean, the universe keeps showing me evidence and I can’t ignore it forever,” Yoongi replied with a shrug.

“I guess so...”

“Seokjin-hyung!” came the familiar whine from Jimin. The younger was walking over to them. “Stop being a party pooper and join us! I know you can’t resist performing Girl’s Day’s Something!”

Jin reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, but not without whining, “What about Yoongi?! He’s being a party pooper too!”

Jimin snorted, “Hyung, we both know Yoongi-hyung doesn’t move unless absolutely necessary.”

Well, Seokjin certainly couldn’t argue with that.

He gave a smirking Yoongi a wave goodbye before he joined Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung as well now, in their impromptu dance cover.

They killed it, of course. Like always.

Yoongi also definitely filmed a video of it on his phone and sent it to Namjoon and Hoseok who weren’t there that day to see it.

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A/N: It’s really hard to incorporate the number seven in ways that wouldn’t be easily remembered but I hope I’m doing an alright job.

Comments and likes reassure me that this fic isn’t too terrible lol. Constructive criticism is always welcomed as well as I want to become a better writer.

Stay safe and happy <3

[kieranblackthorn]

tell me something I don’t already know

A MALEC FANFIC

read it on ao3

Alexander Lightwood is a Law student who thinks he's made all the wrong choices in life. His internship, his major, his relationships... It all seems wrong. Alec definetely doesn't know how much he's worth. And maybe he needs a handsome guy called Magnus to throw out the window everything Alec thinks he knows... And shatter his heart, only to put the pieces back together again.

Chapter One

Alec’s idea of grabbing a quick lunch wasn’t buying a muffin at the bakery two blocks from work, but here he was. The muffin was fluffy and warm, filled with raisins and with a light cinnamon crust. He would never admit it to Simon out loud, but it tasted absolutely amazing.

“You’re a dude of simple tastes,” said Simon, glancing at his muffin “I can get behind that.”

Alec rolled his eyes. Simon definitely was anything but a man of simple tastes: he wore colorful and silly ties to work – today, it was one filled with tiny ice cream cones –, always spoke loudly, and was currently eating a huge slice of confetti cake.

“C'mon, man, you gotta say that I brought you to a great place!” continued Simon, swallowing a mouthful of cake. “I know you suggested that fancy salad bar, but it was my turn to choose.”

Alec took another bite of his muffin, feeling the grease sticking to his lips.

“This isn’t exactly healthy, tho,” answered Alec, frowning.

“Oh yeah, I know you love being all buff and fit, going to the gym five times a week and eating nothing but leaves. I swear your muscles will rip your suit any day now.”

Alec snorted. “Bennett would kill me in a heartbeat if I ever went to the office without a suit…”

“And I’d finally get to see a homicide trial I’ve been wishing for,” added Simon with a smile, licking frosting off his fingers.

“You probably wouldn’t get to see anything. They would bury you in meaningless paperwork about some petty case. I doubt you’d get a second in court to see his conviction,” he replied.

Alec hadn’t expected how boring would an internship at a law firm be. He had hoped he would at least get to watch some trials, maybe actually talk to the clients. But his job was mostly research and paperwork, sitting on his desk all day, hearing Simon talk about his latest gig with his band. He had thought he would feel like he was doing meaningful work at Bennett & Green Law Offices… but he felt small, powerless and useless. An ant buried in paperwork.

Alec’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a strange man, with a grin from ear to ear, sat down on the remaining chair at their table. He wore a refined bright purple suit, his fingers were filled with golden rings, and his eyes carried heavy, yet elegant, eyeliner.

“Can I help you…?” asked Alec, a little startled.

The man’s smile grew larger. God, Alec thought, he has a beautiful smile.

“You could help me by telling me how do you look so gorgeous so early in the morning…” the guy winked. He actually winked, and Alec didn’t know how to respond to this.

“It’s 11:30?” he answered, feeling a little confused. And also a little dazzled. The curve of his lips and the way he looked into Alec’s eyes were enough to make him feel dizzy.

“Precisely what I mean! This isn’t my finest hour, I must say.” Alec couldn’t even imagine how this man would look in his finest hour, if that was his worst shape. “I’m Magnus, by the way.”

“Alexander.” Alec held out his hand, hoping Magnus would shake it. Instead, he gently took it and pressed his lips against Alec’s hand.

Again, dizzy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alexander. I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

Alec was so surprised he couldn’t get any words out of his mouth. This handsome guy – Magnus –, with his purple suit, wide smile and piercing eyes was trying to get his number? His number, when he had muffin crumbs all over his suit - that couldn’t have been more than 20 bucks –, looked like he hadn’t had a proper night of sleep in two days, and smelled like he had just hit the gym. Ew, Alec was only now realizing he should buy a new deodorant.

“Unless you aren’t interested?” Magnus raised an eyebrow, looking disappointed.

“Oh no, he will definitely give you his number!” Simon barged in, unlocking his cellphone, already with a pen in hand, and began quickly writing something down on a napkin.

“Oh yeah, yeah, sure,” Alec finally managed to say, fighting to stop staring awkwardly at Magnus. He took the napkin out of Simon’s hand, giving it a quick look. Alex noticed that along with his number, Simon wrote down his Instagram username. He sighed inside, not knowing if he would scream at Simon or thank him later.

“Magnus, we are fucking late!” yelled a deep voice across the bakery. It was coming from a tall man, with a crown of curly hair, standing next to the door, his arms crossed. It was almost funny how his black, sober suit contrasted with the pastel tones that decorated the walls and tables. “Let’s go!”

 Magnus took the napkin out of his hand, their fingers brushing for a brief moment.  

“I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I fear our conversation has been cut short by my cranky friend over there. He doesn’t really like to wait. Let’s continue this over text, shall we?” Magnus said, looking at Alec. “Nice meeting you as well,” he added, nodding at Simon.

And with another bright flash of his smile, Magnus walked out of the bakery’s door.

“Wow. He was quite a sight, wasn’t he?” Said Simon after a moment, taking a sip at his Coke.

Alec turned to Simon, a thought forming on his mind.

“How did you know I was gay? I’ve never told you that!” Alec looked accusingly at Simon.

He shrugged. “Lucky guess!” Simon slurped his Coke again. “Besides, if you don’t want to text him, I do! I meant it when I said he was something. He’s pretty damn cute, if you ask me.”

Alec shook his head in confusion. “Wait, are you… Are you gay?”

“Nah, man!” Simon didn’t seem bothered by the question. “I’m pan, actually.”

“I didn’t know that,” replied Alec, feeling a bit warm inside. He had met very few queer guys, mostly back in college. Knowing Simon was pan… It gave him a nice feeling of camaraderie.

“Well, you’ve never asked. And you also haven’t mentioned your sexuality to me before.” Simon grinned lightly “Besides, you haven’t looked  at my desk, because I have a pan flag there.”

“Oh, now you got me,” replied Alec, feeling a little embarrassed. Simon had picked up on the fact that Alec didn’t make a lot of effort to be friendly with him. He found himself feeling a little guilty.

“Your gaydar couldn’t be worse, my dude!” exclaimed Simon, wiping frosting off his mouth. “Should we get back to the office?”

 Alec spent the rest of the day at the office trying not to think of the purple suited guy, but he couldn’t help but check for new messages every twenty minutes or so. His experience with guys was limited, and he would never have the nerve to ask somebody out just like that. In the middle of a bakery, not knowing whether they were into guys. Although he’d had a few hookups, Alec had never thought of himself as attractive, desirable or… hot. God, even the thought of that word made him blush.

When he got home, he was totally spent. His entire body hurt from sitting and typing the whole day, his head hurt from staring at a screen… and also from hearing Simon’s relentless chatter. His suit was itchy, and he took off his jacket when he crossed the door.  

Jace looked up from where he was sitting. His brother was lying sloppily on the sofa with a bowl of cereal balanced on his legs. There was a neat pile of sheet music next to him, along with pens, highlighters and music theory books.

“Hard day at college?” Alec asked, sitting down next to him.

“Hard day at the office?” replied Jace, swinging his legs over Alec’s lap. Lazybones, thought Alec, rolling his eyes.

“You know, same old, same old. I’m growing tired of paperwork… And of my boss. Honestly, this whole Law School thing sucks.”

“Well, you could always get a degree in music with me,” offered Jace, half-joking. He knew Law School wasn’t everything his brother had dreamed of - Alec still wasn’t a knight in shining armor, coming to rescue the less fortunate.

“Yeah, because I’m an amazing singer. Or a piano player. Or a violin player. Maybe I could get into their rattle program,” Alec snorted.

“Seriously, man… You gotta hang on a bit. Getting into Law School was your thing for years. Honor your effort… Even though you’re in an office full of douche bags wearing tuxedos.”

“And Simon.”

“I thought Simon was the master douche?”

“He is actually a pretty decent guy… I think he just wants a friend, you know? I guess I have been a bit rude to him this whole time.” Alec hesitated. Even though he’d been out for years, he still felt uncomfortable talking about his sexuality. “He actually came out to me today. He’s pan. Has a flag at his table too, I just never bothered to look.”

“Do you think he’s cute?” asked Jace, raising an eyebrow.

Alec gave him a light punch on the shoulder. “Jace, I’ve told you that it isn’t because a guy is gay that I’m going to instantly make out with him.”

“I know, man, I’m just trying to be supportive here! God knows that you’ve been on a dry spell lately.”

“Can we please, please, not talk about my sex life?” begged Alec. Not that was much to talk about on that front – or anything, honestly.

“As you wish. But you know I’m always here for boy talk if you need it.” Jace gave him a small pat on the back, chewing his cereal loudly.

They both stared at the TV in silence for a couple of minutes, in absolute silence. Alec thought maybe he could talk about Magnus. Not that there was much to talk about, but still… He kept checking his phone to see if a message would pop up. He was getting anxious.

“Actually… A guy approached me at the bakery today.” Alec glanced at Jace. His brother was staring back, still eating. “And asked for my number.”

“That’s great, man! Did he text you? Let me read it!”

“Well, that’s the thing… It’s been seven hours and nothing. Radio silence.” Alec bit his lip, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“It’s still early. He was probably working, he’ll text you tonight,” Jace reassured him. “And still, if he doesn’t, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re great, alright? You know that, don’t you?”

“Kinda,” replied Alec, half-heartedly.

Jace threw a pillow at him.

“C'mon man, it’s early, I’m telling you he’s going to text! Let me play you something, that’ll cheer you up. Pick something!” said Jace, already standing up to sit at his piano. It was a beautiful, old upright piano, worn out by time. It was one of the few things Jace and Alec had brought all the way from their parents’ house, and its dark wood stood out from the bland decoration of their living room.

“Play me one of your original pieces. You know they are my favorite ones to hear.” Alec slipped into the sofa, closing his eyes. As Jace’s fingers started moving softly, Alec felt his mind drifting far away; listening to his brother play was his personal form of meditating. They had been doing that since they were kids: Alec would lie on their childhood bedroom floor, listening to Jace’s fingers play Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Liszt, Brahms, and eventually Jace’s own original music. Alec had never had any gift for music - his parents realized that soon enough, and left the music lessons for Jace –, but he surely could appreciate a piece that was well-played.

He lied there for what seemed like hours - and it might as well have been. Hos head felt light, like the music had brushed off his worries – work, Simon, Law School, handsome purple-suited guys… Eventually, he got up, made himself a quick omelet, washed the dishes and went to bed – after all, he still had classes the next day. Jace was still in the living room playing, and Alec knew he would be there until his fingers went dormant.

Lying in his bed, almost falling asleep. Alec couldn’t help but notice the light ping of his phone, already after midnight. He picked it up, eyes still half-closed. There, on the screen, was a single line:

“Hey, gorgeous!”

CHAPTER TWO: TO BE POSTED

[kayliemusing]

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1. Do you bite or lick ice cream? - Lick

2. What is home to you? - Cozy, safe, a place I always miss when I'm gone

3. What was the last lie you told? - My work asked me if I wanted to pick up a shift on a specific day and I said I had plans oops

4. Does everyone deserve the truth? - I think it depends on the situation. Generally, yes, but I think that sometimes we lie to people or don't tell an entire truth because we don't want to hurt someone or make something worse or hard on someone; we protect them. So I feel like if the truth is going to hurt them worse or not do any good, keep it to yourself. You don't have to lie outrageously, plus I think these kinds of lies aren't really "bad". They're coming from a place of love sometimes and quite literally wanting to shelter someone.

5. What is the creepiest toy ever made? - Furbies!!!!

6. Describe a moment in which you did something unacceptable in a bad situation. - I don't know if I'd call it "unacceptable" or a "bad situation" lol but one time my manager was really getting on my nerves and I rolled my eyes at her. We had a talk later, but yeah, that's really it. I'm not too crazy with the things I do lol. The most you get from me is a bit of an attitude (but only if I'm at my wits end!)

7. List two things that are more easily done than said. (No, I didn't mix them up.) - tbh I can't think of two but the first one that came to mind for me is showing someone you love them (taking care of them, spontaneously buying them something, giving them the last slice of pizza, listening to them chatter excitedly about something their passionate about, etc) because I think it's easier to subtly show little acts of love than to full on say "I love you/I'm in love with you" (especially if we fear rejection).

8. When was the last time you worked really hard to achieve something? - This week actually. I started a creating writing course and it's really motivated me to get my writing done so I completed an assignment as well as I have been vigorously stripping back my story idea and figuring out the main beats. It's the most productive writing-wise I've been in a while I think.

9. How many all nighters have you pulled? - Not too many. My all-nighters haven't been deliberate since a middle school sleepover, they generally happen now if I'm reading a book I can't put down lol

10. If humans didn't evolve to laugh or smile, how would we express our happiness instead? - Gestures, body language or words most likely.

11. How many romantic "things" or "flings" have you had? - Zero (wah wah wah wahhhh sad trombone)

12. What is your paradise? - I have a few!! I think there's a few lol. I'll give you one. My paradise would probably be a cozy december night, christmas only a few days away, I'm writing something I'm super into while sipping a cup of hot chocolate and I'm wearing a beautiful sweater and red lipstick. Anything cozy is my paradise really. (also in this dreamy-paradise I'm making (good) money off of my own writing so I don't have to work a minimum wage job anymore)

13. What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.) - I love the sound of rain hitting the car or going down a rain gutter. I also love the sound of birds chirping.

14. How many hearts do you think you have broken? - 1

15. What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you? - I think it's good that we have something small and convenient like cellphones to get a hold of people or to call for help if we ever need it. Like I can't imagine being in the past when something serious was happening and they didn't have anyone to call for help.

16. Why do people care about celebrities? Do you care about celebrities? - I think people like the escape that celebrities bring, whether it's to live vicariously through them or to make fun of them lol. The only celebrity I really care about is Taylor Swift. I don't really know much else about any other celebrity.

17. What is the most annoying thing someone can do to you? - Embarrass me or make me feel stupid or undervalued.

18. Do you overexaggerate? What are the pros and cons of this? - I do sometimes, but not excessively. I do more so as a kid. Pro: it makes stories better. Con: you're kinda lying lol

19. Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments? - I tried to learn the guitar but it didn't work out lmao

20. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not? - I used to. I'm not totally opposed to selfies, but I find that pictures of any kind make me feel worse about myself so I just quit doing it. If my makeup is really nice that day I'll take one and it'll be fine, but generally I just don't like to.

21. List 3 things you like about yourself? - My attention to detail - My deep seated kindness - I'm strong-willed so my beliefs and values never move

22. What is the best advice someone has ever given you? - Taylor Swift baby. "You are not the opinion of someone who doesn't know you or care about you" but I still have yet to let it sink in truly bc I still care oops. Also, writing advice: "Show, Don't Tell" this advice can literally save a writers life.

23. Do you have what it takes to raise a child? Why or why not? - I think I could raise a child, but I don't think I'm ready to. a) I don't have a person to raise a kid with me, b) I think I still have a lot of growing up to do and that's very important when it comes to having a kid.

24. How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? - i cry, binge, feel sorry for myself, play some TS, and repeat.

25. When was the last time you felt awkward? - I feel awkward about everything. I felt super awkward at the grocery store yesterday bc there were these teenagers at the store in this huge pack and I had to try to get by them but they kept getting in my way and I felt so awks but also annoyed and angry bc I was trying to get stuff done.

26. Are you introverted or extroverted? Or a mixture of both? - Introverted

27. What constitutes a good friend? - Someone who is loyal, a good-listened, has your back, and defends you to the bone. Something that's always bothered me in friendships I've had is not feeling like my friend was on my side. For example, my sister's best friend always makes me laugh because when my sister is wronged by someone, her friend will immediately take her side and defend her to the ends of the earth. I've always hated if someone hurt me that my friend would remain friends with someone who hurt me or was mean to me. (I know as adults it can be a little different and I think it depends on the circumstance, but I just really value that loyalty of having a friend who would just go to the ends of the earth for you).

28. Would you rather have a lot of friends to hang out with or just one best friend? - One best friend.

29. In a regular day, what do you not want to hear? - my managers talking to me

30. What is your dream job? - Best-selling/successful author

31. Is it better to be lazy but smart or hardworking but unintelligent? -Hardworking but intelligent. Being hardworking I think says more to your character. Intelligence isn't the only interesting thing about you and it only takes you so far.

32. What is a truth about yourself that others find hard to believe? - I think probably that I struggle with my self worth because I preach a lot on self love and I'm definitely not a person to settle for less, but I really struggle to love myself or to feel worthy of love. Or that I'm not confident like people think, because I've always gotten that as a compliment, that I'm confident but I never ever feel confident and always feel like I'm less than.

33. What have you always wondered about the other gender? - why

34. Which fantasy world would you like to visit the most? - Not gonna lie, the Court of Thorns and Roses universe so I could see what Velaris looks like. Or Narnia!

35. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. - I had a friend in the fifth grade who was obsessed with beauty and being thin so she used to tell me I was fat all the time and when I would go to her house to "hang out" she would make me weigh myself and exercise. Probably the reason I have a low key eating disorder.

36. Imagine that you have switched bodies with someone you don't know. You can't switch back. What do you do? - I don't even know. I feel like I'd just be confused and then I'd probably have a panic attack.

37. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it? - Burn it because someone bad is gonna get their hands on it I just know it

38. What is the most important, applicable class you have ever taken? - I haven't really taken many classes so far except for creative writing but I wouldn't call it "the most important" but it's definitely really bene benefiting me and my writing!

39. Name the last book you read. - I read Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover and it was a waste of ten dollars

40. Imagine that you are unable to express emotion. How would this affect your world? - I feel like it would call for a lot of hurt feelings, but there's other ways to express emotions through gestures and words. I'm a writer so I feel like that's how I would express it to people if I was unable to do it any other way. However if I was unable to express it through words, I'd be in big trouble bc that's kind of a writer's M.O.

41. When was the last time you made the first move? - Neveerrr

42. What is your opinion on electronic music such as dubstep or trap? - h a t e. it's racket, i'm sorry. however they CAN sometimes add something different to a song and make it more fun or different or just pull out a different vibe which I think is cool. I can't listen tho if it's ONLY electronic sounds. it just wears me down until i feel like stabbing my ears with pins.

43. What was the last movie you watched? - Not gonna lie I think it was Halloweentown High a couple weeks ago.

44. Do you like and appreciate your life? - I'm trying to be present and grateful for my life because overall, I feel like there have been this little blessings along the way. I had a good childhood, I had a great dad and I have a wonderful mom, I went to school, I graduated, I've met incredible people, I have a good job that pays well. But I'm still a little unhappy because it doesn't fully look the way I want it to. I'm not totally satisfied yet. So I don't think I fully like it, but I'm trying to.

45. Do you like and appreciate yourself? - No, that's something I really have a hard time accepting.

46. When was the last time you cried? - Yesterday but only got a little teary and I think it was over a tiktok lol. I think I cried a full cry last week but I don't even remember why. It was late at night. I was probably tired.

47. What are you scared of? - Spiders, loss, failure. the fun stuff.

48. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? - i can't talk about it

49. What are some of your hobbies? - Reading, writing (obviously), listening to taylor swift music, making lists, scrolling through pinterest/tumblr/instagram, watching youtube.

50. What is a superficial yet annoying mistake you constantly make? - I can't spell occasion or occurrence without autocorrect. Idk if that's superficial or annoying to you but it's annoying to me.

51. Are you a good friend? What makes you a good friend? If not, what makes you a bad friend? - I try to be a good friend but I think there are many areas where I can improve. I think I'm a good friend because I'm deeply loyal and I love deeply. But I think I can be a better listener, less controlling (especially when it comes to things I think they should do vs what they actually do), and I'm really bad at making plans with people.

52. Do you honestly learn from your mistakes? - Yes

53. What have you learned the hard way? - That life is fragile and quick and it's not fair

54. What is the most important thing to have in order to attain happiness? - Contentment

55. Which medium do you use for expressing your artistic emotions? (Singing, writing, etc.) - Writing

56. Are you a creative or a logical thinker? - Creative

57. What is the smartest thing you have ever done? - choosing to stan taylor swift

58. What is your ideal meal? - Just give me a cheeseburger, large free and medium fruitopia from mcdonalds, i'll pretend not to have ibs, and we'll call it a day

59. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date? - talk about their ex or be rude to the wait staff if we're at a restaurant. those would be deal breakers for me.

60. Do you like animals? Which kind is your favorite? - I love hippos, cats, doggos, otters, hedgehogs, turtles, pigs, goats, birds, and raccoons.

61. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be? - paying minimum wage workers minimum wage. give me 800 bucks an hour for this bs thanks.

62. Do you have any guilty pleasures? - cheesy romance novels and buzzfeed quizzes

63. What is the best thing that the internet has ever created? - youtube. what would i do without tutorials and listening to the game grumps play nonsensical games.

64. Do you like playing video games? Which video games? - I really like choice-based video games like Detroit: Become Human. I also really like something low key like animal crossing where I don't have to think too hard and it's more relaxing than anything else.

65. What is your opinion on beauty in today's society? - Impossible and toxic. you'll never be "right" because it's always changing.

66. Are you a morning person? When do you usually wake up? - Definitely a morning person. I'm usually up between 8 and 9. if I sleep in it's because I didn't sleep well the night before.

67. Do you have a favorite Disney movie? Character? - I think my fav disney movie is Mulan maybe? I'm not too sure on my favourite disney character, I think maybe Prince Naveen from The Princess and The Frog??

68. Would you rather live in the city or in the countryside? - Why can't i have bothhhhh. I've equally wanted to live in a cute apartment in a big city AND on a little farmhouse on a countryside somewhere with a large feel and sunrises that make my heart all achey.

69. Would you rather live near the ocean or in the mountains? - Ocean

70. What are the best things about winter? - Christmastime, cozy sweaters, the crunch of snow under your boots, the pretty lights, coming inside where its arm after shoveling in the cold, hot chocolate, the way the street looks at night with just the streetlights, little snow birds in the trees!! so much so much so much!!!

71. What scares you most about the future? - this is going to sound depressing, but all the loss that waits there. like I know there will be change because everything is always changing and nothing can last forever so the idea of everything being different one day or losing people i love really overwhelms me.

72. What makes you feel old? - GenZ on tik toks making fun of millennials. I'm a "Zillennial" I think because I was born on the cusp of both generations so I relate with both but sometimes they say or do things and I feel like a boomer.

73. How many hours do you spend on the computer or phone on average? -The computer roughly three or four. My phone at least eight or nine hours.

74. What are some of your New Year's resolutions? - Practicing gratefulness and being present

75. What is your life story in 6 words? - What the hell? Well, this sucks.

76. Describe yourself in one word. - Gentle

77. What bad habits do you do? - Nail biting

78. What genre of music do you listen to? - Pop, alternative and worship

79. Most prominent childhood memory? - technically my dad dying - Family vacations to BC I think

80. Imagine if you had an older brother. If you already have one, what is it like? If you don't, how would this change your life? - I feel like my mom would be less stressed with household stuff like mowing the lawn, shoveling, moving furniture, etc. I think it would have been nice to have a brother around, especially after my dad died, but it eeez what it eeeez

81. Spirit animal? - tbh idk

82. Do you believe in horoscopes? - No, but they're fun to read on tumblr

83. What is the worst advice you've ever been given? - I don't think I've ever really had bad advice yet but there's always room for some!

84. List the 3 most important people in your life right now. - My mom, my sister, and my best friend megan

85. Favorite memory of your family. - Any of our family vacations

86. What do you look for in a relationship? - Companionship/Friendship, understanding, similar beliefs, loyalty

87. Do you have a role model? Why or why not? - A few. I really look up to Taylor Swift for obvious reasons because she's a wonderful human and an even better business woman. I look up to my dad because of how much he loved God and was kind to everyone, and I look up to my mom because I admire her strength and how her love grows and grows.

88. What is your opinion on social media? - It's toxic but it's part of our normal life now.

89. Are you a pessimist or an optimist? - A little of both. I think I can be really fatalistic when I'm not doing well, but when I'm in a healthy state I'm fairly optimistic.

90. List some things that you think are overpriced? - Makeup, Skin care, dairy queen combos, shampoo and conditioner.

91. What is your worst memory or creepiest experience? - Worst memory is definitely the one where my dad died.

92. What superpower would ruin the world? - Mind control

93. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway? - not go to college immediately. according to eighth grade me, i'm a total disappointment and i should have a full time career by now.

94. What lessons have you learned from movies and which movies were they? - I watched the disney movie Soul and I loved it so much because it was about the main character realizing he was always a musician even if he never made it insanely big. it spoke to me about my writing because I want to be a successful author but I loved the perspective of "you're already a writer"

95. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? - Montreal, NYC, Edinburgh are on the top of my list right now. If I spoke french I'd be moving to montreal tbh

96. How do you approach people? - I don't

97. What is your opinion on first impressions? - They're deceiving

98. What are some things you did as a child that you no longer do? - play with barbies for one thing

99. What languages can you speak? - English (and a couple words in french lmao)

100. What do you think society will be like in 30 years? - I can't even think that far into the future I'm sorry

101. What do you do on your lazy days? - I'm always having a lazy day, but lay around, don't do my makeup or hair, watch youtube, fret about the future, don't eat proper meals, listen to TS, scroll tumblr and then instagram, snapchat with my bestie.

102. What ended your last relationship? - I haven't been in one

103. Favorite food? - Cheesecake

104. What is the most terrifying dream you've ever had? - I'm not sure this is the scariest but I had dream a few years ago that I was in this dark house and there was a demon in the basement and it was pulling me in and I was trying to get away but I couldn't because it was literally sucking me in. I woke up with my heart racing lol

105. When was the last time you got seriously angry? - A couple weeks ago at one of my sister's friends bc I disagreed with something they did.

106. What was the last friendship you broke? - I ended a friendship with a friend about a year ago now because I just didn't feel connected to her anymore

107. Do you have any pet peeves? - TONS. people who don't like taylor swift, people who drag their feet while they're walking so their shoes make scuffing noises, people who put money on the counter instead of into my hand when i'm reaching for it, and people who treat me or others like they're stupid.

108. Who was the last person you gave a hug to? - it's been a while but my mom

109. When was the last time you got seriously stressed? - yesterday bc I couldn't figure out how to hand in my project

110. What are your favourite baby names? - I love Gracie, Ryder, River, Elowen, Leila, Sadie, Spencer, Tatum, Santiago, and Ronan. (I'm kind of into Wilder too but I don't know how I feel about it lol)

[peterparkyourassonme]

company; peter parker

paring: peter parker x stark!reader

word count: 1,426

summary: reader is tony stark’s daughter, she’s very lonely. one day she decides she is going to try to become friends with ned and peter. tho her and peter become more than friends

warning: bit corny in my opinion, but hey some people like romance ;)

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‘There she goes again’ Peter said to himself while resting his hand under his chin. Peter watches you walk down the street from the top of a building. He took a little time just to watch over the city before he had to go to school. Lucky for Peter one of his favorite buildings just happened to be in your way to school. Well from the point Happy dropped you off. Your dad would never let you walk to school on your own, and it also was too far to walk. So you and Happy made a deal, he’d drop you off five minutes of walking distance to school. Peter made sure you got to school safely in those five minutes of walking. He wanted to say hi to you, he wanted to walk up to you and ask what’s up, but he was too scared. 

You were quite a popular girl and a pretty one as well, you were Tony Starks daughter. There’s something called genes. Peter thought you did not even know him. But oh, you did. You did not get why Peter was seen as such an average kid. He was in your science and PE class and you’d like to keep an eye on him. Those pretty brown little curls falling down his face after running in PE. 

A lot of people were jealous of you. Pretty girl, very smart, lots of friends. But you felt trapped. Most of all because of your friends. They always expected a lot of you. If you’d come to school one day in a messy bun and comfortable pants they would look at you and stare and whisper. You did not know how to get rid of them either. They followed you around. Everywhere. You always hoped your dad wouldn’t pick you up from school, you love him of course, but the following around would be worse. They would walk up to the car with you in hope that your dad would roll down the window and say hi. They also liked to drool over the avengers next to you. ‘(Y/n) how is Captain America in real life?’. ‘(Y/n) isn’t Thor like super hot face to face?’. You were sick and tired of it.

One day you decided you were not gonna spend lunch with them and randomly sit at a table in hope to make new friends. ‘wanna hang out today after school, (Y/n)?’ one of your friends asked as she walked beside you with a lunch plate. ‘I have to study, sorry’ You awkwardly laughed. ‘Oh we could study together, or what about tomorrow?’. ‘Uhh’. Another girl walked up and stood next to you. ‘Hey we can do it at my house, we could all study together’ she offered. 

You walked out of the middle and turned around. ‘Guys, I appreciate it. But really, I need some space’ You looked around you to look for a table. Peter and Ned were sitting by there selfs at an empty table while the whole cafeteria was crowded. ‘I’m gonna sit with Peter and Ned today, so- bye’ You turned around and got directly turned back. ‘You can’t sit with them, your reputation will be ruined’. ‘I don’t care’ you snapped and walked over to the guys. 

‘Hey, is it okay if I sit?’ You asked Peter and Ned. They looked up from one of the guys phones where they were both really focused on. Peter almost chocked on his spit when he saw you. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you were and pull the chair back for you to sit. He just said; ‘Y-yeah of course you can’ with a light smile. Ned looked at you as you sat with a dropped jaw. 

‘So how are you guys doing?’ You took a sip of your drink and started a conversation. ‘We’re good, how are you?’ Peter shook off his nerves. ‘I’m doing really good actually’ You chuckled softly.  ‘Why aren’t you sitting with your normal group? If I may ask’ Peter blushed. ‘Oh, I’m trying to make new friends’ You took a bite of your croissant. ‘You-you want to be friends with.. with us?’ Ned brought out. ‘Totally, if you guys want to?’. ‘Yes!’ Peter and Ned said in unison and then looked at each other. ‘So new friends, wanna go out for ice cream after school? My treat’ You smiled at them. ‘Sounds good’ Peter smiled warmly at you. 

‘Shoot! I have to go to my locker, I’ll meet you guys after school’ You stood up and waved goodbye. ‘Bye (Y/n)’. Peter was drooling over you. Heart eyes Parker could be seen. 

Ned turned to Peter. ‘Dude, that’s Tony Stark’s daughter’. ‘I know’ He responded looking at you walking away. 

‘Thanks for this, (Y/n)’ Ned said with a smile from ear to ear with a mouth full of ice cream. Peter quietly enjoyed his cold treat. He had not taken his eyes of you since you had entered the shop and now was peacefully watching you and Ned laughing together. He was imagining what it would be like if you were his. You, the most wanted, adorable, smart girl that had even more to offer. You did not seem to mind hanging out with them, so did he have a shot? ‘No, you moron’ He told himself. There were too many reasons why he did not make have chance. One, you were way to good for him. Two, Tony Stark was your dad. If he’d hurt you one time, he’d be dead. That’s what Tony had told him when he got introduced to everyone and everything in the tower. They did decide to keep his identity from you. 

‘Sorry guys, I have to go’ Ned said and got up with his stuff. ‘Thanks for everything, (Y/n)’ Ned got out and you and Peter watched him disappear into the traffic. ‘Peter, wanna hang out at my place?’ You asked Peter and his head quickly turned to you. ‘Uh- Yeah, yeah sure’ He blushed. ‘Great I’ll text Happy to pick us up’. Peter was very excited to go to the tower, not that he hadn’t been there before. But, come on who wouldn’t like to go to the tower when offered. 

'Hey kiddo' your dad said as you walked in. 'I see you brought company' Tony raised his eyebrows. 'Yeah, dad, this is Peter' You pointed at Peter. 'Peter, good to meet you' Tony held out his hands for Peter, who shook it. 'Nice to meet you, Mr Star'. They were pretending like they didn't know each other. 'So were just gonna head up to my room' You said and walked past your dad. 'No funny business, young lady!'. 'You got it dad' you took Peter's hand, gave him a mischievous look and took him to your room. He felt his hand tingle at your touch. 

'I don't like that look at your face' your dad yelled after you, laughing from the inside. "She's not gonna let herself get knocked up by that kid" Tony thought to himself and chuckled. 

 'Wow, your room is.. amazing. I practically live in a shoe box'. You laughed at his comment. 'It's a bit big tho'. 'What? I'd love to have this room' Peter's eyes widened. 'It gets lonely. You see, I don't have a lot of friends. Let's just say I don't have any real friends. But I'm planning on changing that, Peter when I approached you and Ned today I was really proud of myself. I was really scared to, but I did it. And if you want, I was hoping you could change the fact that I feel so lonely in here. I like you Peter, I really do. You're smart, funny, handsome' You looked down at the ground. Peter's mouth opened, he couldn't bring anything out. He stared at you in shock. He wanted to be there for you, be your friend or even more. 'I don't know if you meant like as in like like, but I just need to say something’. You nodded. 

But Peter did not say anything, no he cupped your face and pulled you in. Right before he kissed you he said: ‘I like you a lot. And I’d be honored to be your company’ and he gently kissed you. Slowly, but steady brushing his lips against yours. 

‘From now I will keep you company’ 

A/n: gosh, sorry it’s been a while. Reason; I’ve been stressed about school, studying, feeling quite depressed lately. Ive been working on so many different pieces and have not been able to bring out anything, I worked on this for a week and it’s still one of my worst pieces. 

I’m almost done with a prompt list, if you have any idea’s for it feel free to send me the idea, also head cannons are a thing now, so if you wanna request head cannons, go ahead. 

I finally have some free time and hope to get some work up. Feels good to be back. Thanks for all the waiting and support, love you guys

and till next time!

[omgxiaoch]

Hello love~ May I request a cat hybrid au! With Hyungwon? Idk why but I'm obsessed with cat Hyungwon right now omg. Oh and if you need a story line... how about You're walking out late at night and hear a loud sound from an alley and being curious you walk in and see a large tail which you think is somehow a regular Cat and HW jumps on you and scares you but he runs away and then you see him in a more normal form on the street and chase him blah blah blah lol I hope that's enough info! Thanks!

a/n: omg hiiii! yeah sure thing! i hope you like this and ehehehe this is pretty interesting and fun to like to be honest! 8-) Thank you so much for requesting this @ketchuptae ! :-) I hope you like it!!

hyungwon cathybridau!

it has been a stressful day 

and the last thing that you could ever wish for is to take a breather 

from all the workload that you’ve been dealing with for the past few days

soOooOoooo!! you decided to take a walk….

late at night since that’s how you roll….. i guess??

sO aNyways! 

you made your way to the nearest convenience store to get yourself some ice cream

in the middle of your smol journey, you heard some noise from the alley just 5 meters away from you

and being the curious cat i mean person that you are, you carefully made your way to the alley and stood there

only to narrow your eyes at this large tail wagging 

like it’s just 5 meters away from you

oh! it must be a stray cat! looks normal….. since cats have huge tails right???

you innocently thought

INNOCENTLY THOUGHT.

until this guy came jumping on you, making the two of you fall hard on the ground

the moment you got the chance to see his face, you were flabbergasted and scared at the same time

but before you could even speak up, the guy went running away from you 

which had you bewildered when you saw that he was a normal guy…..

with a LARGE CAT TAIL

intrigued by his……. appearance, you decided to chase him….

only to end up with you tripping on your own foot

“oH freAkInG cheesebUrgers!!!” 

and that was enough to catch the attention of the man cat

yes, man cat

he came to an abrupt stop and looked behind him, only to see you face flat on the ground

he felt bad actually… well, not really.

quietly hiding behind this lamp post, he watches you get up and heave out a sigh

showing that you’ve completely given up on the thought of going after him

since you literally scraped your knee and elbow 

you dragged your whole body into the convenience store 

and immediately bought a pack of some rubbing alcohol and some bandages to patch up those scrape

grabbing a strawberry milk on the go, you paid for the said items and went out of the convenience store

plopping the things that you’ve bought on the table prepped outside of the store

you were in pain to notice the pair of cat eyes staring at you in a distance

what is she doing???

when you finally got all those wounds patched up, you poked the straw onto your carton of strawberry milk 

and was about to take a sip when you saw in the corner of your eyes

the figure of that man cat 

slowly turning your head towards its(???) direction, you raised a brow and asked

“you want some? *offers the milk towards him*”

the man cat kind of hesitates but then nods his head after giving it some thought

however, the man cat didn’t show any signs of going towards you nor leaving his spot in the first place

which resulted in you standing up from your seat and walking towards him with ease

“here, drink up. *offers the strawberry milk to the man cat*”

“*looks up to you and just stares at you*”

“*sighs* it’s okay, i won’t bite or anything. *carefully grabs his hand and places the milk in his hand* i’m [y/n].”

“*looks down at the strawberry milk*”

“well… i guess… you won’t talk to me tho… but i hope you’ll enjoy that drink. bye, man cat or cat man.”

you just kind of walk away since you knew that he wouldn’t be giving you any response

and besides, it’s already getting late 

your whole walk back to your apartment was kind of depressing

why? 

because you kind of got your hopes up in befriending a cat

well, a man cat to be exact

“just give it up, [y/n], at least you gave that man cat a drink right?”

you tried to cheer yourself up but just couldn’t…

since you somehow grew intrigued and curious about him

and who in the world would ever get the chance to meet a man with a cat tail in this time??? 

well, you did but you just messed it up—

“…wOaAHH there– you almost gave me a heart attack.”

the man cat somehow followed you and decided to appear right in front of you

and he was clearly sipping on the straw, enjoying the sweetness of the strawberry milk dancing through his taste buds

you couldn’t help but wonder why he was there

when in fact he didn’t even want to talk to you 

and he even RAN away when he saw you

“i thought–”

“it’s finished… *hands you the empty carton of strawberry milk*”

“-____-…. ohkay….. that’s good….”

and with that, the man cat then leaves 

or so you thought

you decided to wrap up everything and go to sleep as soon as you got in your room

morning finally came and you stretched your aching limbs and greeted the sun with a frown

“oh, it’s morning– wait… hOW DID YOU GET INTO MY ROOM?!”

the man cat was lying down on your bed, balled up with his huge tail tucked in somewhere in his body

his eyes slowly opened, his pupils getting dilated as the sun immediately meets his eyes

“through your balcony..”

your head immediately turned to the right and saw your balcony door open

“but why are you here?”

“i’m your new pet.”

“my new wHAT?!”

“you don’t know what a pet is? *sigh* i thought i found a smart–”

“i know what ‘pet’ means but who are you to make such decision?”

“i am hyungwon and i am your pet- wait no, scratch that, i’m your new master and you’ll be my pet.”

knowing that you wouldn’t be able to retort to any of his answers, you decided to just let it be and go with the flow

and that is actually the reason how you’ve gotten so attached to hyungwon

ever since that day, hyungwon and you just clicked despite how opposite both of your personalities are

like for example

that one time when you finally got a week off from your work and knowing the person that you are

hyungwon has already ordered tons of takeouts 

by the minute you stepped foot in your apartment

and he used your card to pay for all of it

“well, i have a good reason for buying all of these take outs.”

“go on.”

“we’ll be having a movie marathon to commemorate your week off.”

“you do have a point..”

“so, what are you waiting for, come on and get your butt here on the couch, wait no, i’ll be taking up all the couch, you get the floor.”

but let’s be real, that night was a blast despite your bank account crying from all the money that’s been used to pay for all the take outs

you didn’t have much of a problem in finishing a couple of the take outs since hyungwon already started munching on them before you even got home

and throughout the movie marathon, hyungwon already had your hands making up to his hair, making your pet him by running your fingers through his brown locks

or

when you felt him crawl up to your bed and squeeze himself beside you since you’re his favorite person (such a miracle) 

well, it has been like that always, he’d always take up all the space when it’s already time to sleep

but anyways, enough with this examples examples

back to reality!!!

finally, you’ve gotten a promotion and that promotion gave you the chance to finally have the time to spend more time with hyungwon

whenever you had work during the day, 

you’d either be gone before hyungwon wakes up 

or be home really late, only to have a couple of minutes to have some catching up with hyungwon

“guess what hyungwon, i’ve got a promotion–”

*ding dong!*

“oh? who might that be?”

“that’s weird, you rarely get any visitors– *ears perks up when he hears a small mewl from the hallway*”

“minhyuk! come in, come in and who might this be?”

“this is chim chim, jooheon’s kitten.”

“my, isn’t she a beauty? but why do you even have jooheon’s kitten?”

“well– omo, you have a guy living with you?”

minhyuk comes to an abrupt stop and sees hyungwon glaring at him

but then minhyuk didn’t seem to notice the glares that hyungwon was shooting at him

nor did he notice hyungwon’s tails

nor his beautiful cat like eyes and maybe the cute fangs

“oh, minhyuk, i want you to meet hyungwon my p–”

“boyfriend.”

“what?!/really?”

“hyungwon *stands up and offers minhyuk a hand* nice to meet you.”

“ohohoho, nice to meet you too. *shakes hyungwon’s hand*”

“he’s not my boy–”

“there’s no need in denying, [y/n], ahihihi. anyways, i was just passing by to give you this cactus to congratulate you on your promotion.”

and with that, minhyuk left with a big goofy smile on his face since he has some juicy story to tell the boys

but then you’re left with hyungwon, who is currently sulking

since his favorite hooman never told him about a boy named lE3 m1nhYuk

“what was that for, hyungwon?”

“*ignores you*”

and that’s the start of your first fight with your man cat

“geez, now you’re the one who’s ignoring me??? ?aFt3r $p0ut1nG oUt lIE$?!?!?!”

“*continues to ignore you and goes to the corner of the couch, curled up with his head resting on the arm rest while staring at the view outside*”

“Wow, just wow, you’re being so immature right now Hyungwon”

“*still ignoring you*”

“You know what, if that’s what you want then fine! God, why did I even try and bother telling you that I’ll be having more time to spend with you after getting this promotion. *walks off towards the kitchen to grab some drink to calm your nerves*”

and that’s when hyungwon realized that he messed up

but being the cat that he is, he was torn between his pride and guilt

“that good for nothing ca– WOAH THERE!”

looking down at your foot was hyungwon wrapping his long limbs around your feet with a pout

“what do you want?”

“i’m sdjsldjsijfsihsorrysdkldjfslkjfdslj….”

“what?”

“i’m…sslkjfsdlkfjs sorrry sjrfsfskldfs…..”

“hyungwon, if you keep on eating your words---”

“i’m sorry, okay??? i’m sorry for acting like this.’“

“why?”

“because....”

“because???”

before you knew it, you’ve been shut up by hyungwon

by abruptly standing up

and pressing his pUmp liP$ on yours!!!!!!!

but before you could even react, you’re more stunned to hear his response

“because my favorite human never told me about some guys named l3E m1NhyUk.”

facepalm.

that’s it??????

like really?!?!?1

“so you’re telling me that you’re jealous.... and that you kissed me because???????”

“b-because..... *mutters under his breath* i like you....”

even though it’s weird to hear a confession from a man cat

it made your heart flutter

flutter like a bootiful butterfly

and that’s how....

the two of you

started loving each other

but despite all of this, hyungwon is still the man cat that you’ve found way back in the streets

but his affection level went up by 0.000001%

since he’s still a sassy little hybrid man cat

that still gave you those headaches

and sweet little flutters

[101scenes]

Wanna One Kang Daniel - Latte Art

✽ suggested by: anon

✽ featuring: kang daniel

✽ genre: fluff

✽ word count: 1,589 words

✽ summary: latte art was your specialty. with your steady hands and being in core arts, you couldn’t help to send a tiny message over to the guy you liked with it. your eyes widened as you heard these words over the counter, “so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

as everyone knew, the third year of high school always included taking on lots of leadership roles

some may be captains of their various sports teams, or even club presidents and class representatives

but after months of strenuous application worksheets and nerve-wrecking interviews, you managed to clinch a spot in the student council, as the student council treasurer

though it wasn’t as high of a position you had hoped, you still appreciated the position

yeah it was better than nothing

you then later found out your student council executive committee consisted of you, the treasurer, ong seongwoo, the secretary, kim jiwon, vice president, and kang daniel, the student council president

yall were like a band of brothers and sisters bahah

seongwoo was the joker, daniel usually stayed quiet, while jiwon was like the mom

but seongwoo really can bring out the life in daniel

something about him intimidates you, maybe it was the fact that he was the student council president, a higher position and of higher authority

even though you two were from the same classes, both of you never talked much, only during meetings and discussions

your relationship with him was just a bit more distant than the others

back in your home life, your family was of a lower socio-economic status, so you basically had to work as well, but as a part-timer

out of all the jobs you had to pursue, it had to be a server/cook in a cat café in your neighbourhood

you worked on tuesday, thursday and friday after school

so your schedule was quite packed

either way, you still pressed on and did what you had to do

one week, you were clocking in at 3pm after school

“hey, y/n!” juyeon cooed

you waved back in response

she was your middle school friend that unfortunately went to a different high school

but despite that, you two managed to stay as close friends

tying on your cat-apron and fitting on your cat ears in the employees room, you looked in your locker mirror

looking back at the reflection of yourself, you cringed

even after a year of working in the same establishment, you still cannot stand the fact that you were supposed to serve your customers in that getup

taking a slow deep breath, you walked back out to the kitchen to get ready for any orders

just as an order for a warm lava cake came up, the bell to the door jingled, signalling the presence of a customer

minding your own business, you placed the pre-made lava cake into the oven before winding up the temperature

“good afternoon sir! how long would you like to stay here for?” juyeon asked, with the same cheerful tone she always had

you really admired how natural she is at greeting customers and making them feel welcomed

she was the type of girl that really belonged here, a cute girl with a bubbly personality

“um, i would like to stay for 2 hours please,”

wait what?

that voice..

seems all too familiar

you peeked around the corner, only to see kang daniel, along with ong seongwoo, standing at the counter

ong was already peeking into the main café were all the cats were, meowing at them and some of our cats meowing back

at that exact moment, daniel made eye contact with you, the random eyes with cat ears peering around the corner

you ducked back behind the wall

your face immediately flushed red

your reputation is literally at stake here

what will happen if the whole school knew, the student council treasurer, one of the four highest student powers in the school, is working at some cutesy café?

but it was daniel and seongwoo, it’s not like they would spread the word right?

you gripped your heart as you sank down onto the floor of the kitchen

“hey y/n, is the lava cake done-”

ding!

you gathered yourself back together, smoothening out your waist apron

“yep, yep just about done,” you said, scurrying to the oven

“girl, are you okay? you look a little pale,” juyeon said, mixing up our signature pink and purple concoction to serve to the 2 new customers

“mhm,” 

just about when you were finishing garnishing the plate of lava cake with flowers and a blob of vanilla ice cream, juyeon pushed the 2 mason jars filled with drinks beside you

“bring this out to the 2 boys over there for me, will you? they are lowkey cute tho, especially the blonde one,” she said as she nudged you, referring to daniel

before you could even respond, juyeon already glided off, tending to the next customer at the cashier

your heart skipped a beat

now i have to serve them? great, my dignity would be down the drain by the end of todays shift

picking up the lava cake first, you swiftly tried to avoid seongwoo and daniel’s eye contact as you tried to serve the customer who requested for that plate of dessert

when you walked past their table on the way back, you heard seongwoo say,

“theres no way in hell,”

you prayed to everything holy that he wasn’t referring to you

you picked up the 2 drinks that were located at the serving counter

while approaching them, you just prayed

please do not notice me, please do not notice me, please do not notice me

you just chanted your way there

standing in front of them, you placed the two drinks and coasters onto their table

their heads turned to you

you stopped your internal chanting

“here are your drinks-”

“YO Y/N”

oh i didn’t think WALKING UP TO THEM would work either, y/n

seongwoo exclaimed, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder

you groaned

“please let me live,” you said to seongwoo, before hitting the pair of cat ears on his head

while seongwoo started complaining, you could see daniel, in the corner of your eye, staring at you in awe

he was literally spEECHless at how cute you were

his ears turned a little red too

“sigh okay seongwoo, what would you two like today?”

“can you meow for us?” seongwoo teased, plastering a cheeky smile on his face

you just stared at him in unamusement, before directing your attention on daniel

“what would you like?” you asked with a smile, shooting a stern look at seongwoo

daniel was caught off guard and just stuttered 

“um- i would like a, uhh, strawberry shortcake please,” he said, closing the menu and looking away

you recorded down his order diligently and asked the other fool what he wanted

after recording down their orders, you returned back to the kitchen to prepare them

on the way back, juyeon stopped you

“aren’t they cute?? y/n you need to agree with me on this one, they look like idols!!” bahahah

you giggled and nodded, returning to the back to get out their orders, decorating them

using your amazing artistry, you lined the plates with chocolate syrup, adding a little flower to daniels plate before placing the cakes strategically in the middle

once juyeon served them their orders you could hear seongwoo whine about not getting a flower, and daniel smiling really widely, his eyes creasing upwards into crescents

from the little glass window of your kitchen, you could feel your heart flutter as daniel takes a bite of your cake, smiling in delight

you felt your own cheeks burning crimson at any minor yet adorable action he makes

after that, daniel would return more often, usually after school, sometimes without seongwoo

he also matches up his arrivals to your work days

juyeon always makes you serve him, just to watch your trip on your words or turn pink at his small remarks

you would take note of his orders, usually a mini strawberry shortcake with a latte

on his sixth trip to the café, you decided to draw a really detailed heart on the top of the latte with his initials near the bottom

once the drink was served, by juyeon as you were busy with other orders, you took a sneak peek at daniel’s usual seat, which was in a corner

but he wasn’t there

you were quite curious, taking a step closer to the kitchen window to have a better look, making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you

from a distance behind you, you heard daniel’s voice near the counter,

“so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

your heart stopped

“oh, it’s not me~” juyeon said, pointing to you, a girl with cat ears leaning way too close to the kitchen window

you slowly turned your head, to see daniel and juyeon both staring at you

you just smiled and waved

oh god im such an idiot

daniel waves back and returned to his seat

you literally wanted to slap yourself

you shook your head in shame and returned to cooking up the orders

as you turned to the kitchen window, where you would usually place orders, you saw a small pink post-it

you picked up, opening it

“hey y/n, you end your shift at 8 right? i’ll wait,”

-daniel

your heart swelled up

you took a peak at the kitchen window once again, to see daniel cheerfully playing with one of our tabby cats

you couldn’t believe that daniel, who you once thought had such a hard exterior, to have a soft spot for felines

you also didn’t know, that love could bloom in a corner cat café in a neighbourhood; like yours

✽ alrighty i have finally done a daniel scenario!

✽ of course it had to do with cats

✽ literally on the verge of stretching it to a 2part, i stopped myself well because its literally 1am on a school night

✽ suggestions box is open :)

[jaebirdy]

tagged :D

Tagged by @dark-side-of-pink-floyd   :D Thank you! I’m excited to do something like this :3

Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Iced Espresso

2. Phone call: Grandma

3. Text message: My mom

4. Song you listened to: The Night Before - The Beatles

5. Time you cried: Probably months ago, when I was still in the hell that is high school...

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Haven’t kissed anyone lol

8. Been cheated on: No

9. Lost someone special: Yeah

10. Been depressed: Yeah

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

12. Purple

13. White

14. Light blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes

16. Fallen out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: Yeah I’m sure I did xD

18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so

19. Met someone who changed you: No..

20. Found out who your friends are: Yeah

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: uh no lol

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them, I’m not all about adding people you don’t know irl

23. Do you have any pets: I used to

24. Do you want to change your name: Well, I found out recently that my name on my birth certificate is spelled Jaeden, and I have spelled it like Jaedn my whole life... I may want to change it so it’s Jaedn...

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I went to dinner with my parents and grandparents :)

26. What time did you wake up: I was awake at 8:30 I think, then I fell back asleep and woke up again at 10:30 xD

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: laying in bed checking Instagram

28. Name something you can’t wait for: The Coldplay concert I’m going to with @tchaikmate in September :D

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: At the 4th of July parade... 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I don’t really know... Maybe my lazy habits? not sure

31. What are you listening right now: My Beatles playlist on Spotify :3

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, he’s one of my dad’s friends.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Yeah kinda, the fact that I need to get a learners permit so I can start driving, then getting a job :/

34. Most visited Website: Youtube, I think.

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME

35. Mole/s: Yes

36. Mark/s: What do you mean by marks? I have some old flea bites on my legs that have never gone away lol

37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a musician...

38. Haircolour: Dark blonde

39. Long or short hair: It’s medium, not too long or too short

40. Do you have a crush on someone: Yeah

41. What do you like about yourself: uh, I don’t really know xD I guess I like my eye color :3

42. Piercings: Ear piercings that have probably closed by now lol

43. Bloodtype: No clue

44. Nickname: I don’t really have one.. @princekyung calls me “Jae” and I think it’s cute

45. Relationship status: Lonely

46. Zodiac: Gemini

47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favourite TV Show: I don’t watch much TV, I guess any of the Food Network cooking competitions, those are fun to watch. I also like Mythbusters

49. Tattoos: None

50. Right or left hand: Right

51. Surgery: (I had to ask my dad to make sure lol) None

52. Hair dyed in different color: No

53. Sport: No thanks :p I did a summer camp for volleyball tho once when I was younger

55. Vacation: I went camping with @tchaikmate last month :3

56. Pair of trainers: I have athletic type shoes, yeah if that’s what you mean.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Nothing

58. Drinking: Nothing

59. I’m about to: I don’t know, watch a youtube video or something

61. Waiting for: Nothing atm

62. Want: Ice cream, but I’ve already had some today so I’m gonna stop myself

63. Get married: Sure, if the right one comes along..

64. Career: Don’t know...

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes

67. Shorter or taller: Taller (though I’m tall for a girl :/)

68. Older or younger: I don’t exactly care all that much

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: No preference, neither I guess.

71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Neither if possible heh

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No

75. Drank hard liquor: I had a sip of tequila a couple of weeks ago, but I have never had more than that.

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I’ve misplaced my glasses before, but never lost them

77. Turned someone down: Yeah

78. Sex in the first date: No

79. Broken someone’s heart: I don’t think so, no.

80. Had your heart broken: No

81. Been arrested: No

82. Cried when someone died: No

83. Fallen for a friend: No

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: ..kinda

85. Miracles: sure?

86. Love at first sight: I don’t really know.

87. Santa Claus: No

88. Kiss on the first date: Never been on a date, so I don’t know. Maybe on the cheek, but no making out lol

89. Angels: No, not really

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: Sierra, Anna, Olivia <3

91. Eyecolour: Green

92. Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings trilogy, but specifically The Return of the King. I also love the Pink Floyd live at Pompeii film, and both A Hard Days Night and Help! films by the Beatles hehe. (sorry if I had to choose just one, I couldn’t xD) I tag: @richard-are-youready, @tchaikmate, @lucy-pepper, @three-different-ones, @princekyung, @youobviouslyloveonew @gilmoursgirl... I can’t tag 20 people, I don’t know 20 people on here yet heh Thanks again for tagging me! ~Jaedn

[adiseaselikeyouspreads]

They start meeting just about every day after school, at Regan’s house. The first few times, it’s a lot of demonstrations and a lot of Jason getting knocked on his back. He’s sorer than he’s been since he finished his physical education requirements.

It’s still worth it, though. Both for knowing he’ll have a better chance of defending himself, and for when he successfully gets out of Regan’s grip and feels a swell of pride, earns a big grin.

“You’re a quick learner,” Regan compliments, when Jason manages to successfully counter a grapple. Jason’s top is drenched with sweat and Regan barely looks tired, so that’s still a problem, but Jason can already feel himself getting stronger.

“Or you’re a good teacher,” Jason counters, using his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead.

“Let’s go with both, then we can both feel good.”

Jason laughs a little. Over the course of the last week, he’s gotten increasingly comfortable with Regan. It’d been awkward to be around him without his binder on at first, but Regan hadn’t even seemed to note it. And it’s easy to get comfortable with someone who unquestioningly backs off when you call uncle in a sparring match.

“How long did it take you to get good at this?” Jason asks, going to get a sip of water.

“Well, I’ve been in sports on and off since I was pretty young.”

“So I’m as good as you were when you were eight?” He guesses.

“Pff. More like eleven.”

“That’s sooo much better.”

“Hey, if you keep up the good work, you’ll close the gap eventually.”

“Eventually,” Jason sighs. “Guess we should get back to work, then.”

The next day, he feels a bit like his arms are about to fall off. Lugging his backpack around all day is hellish. At least it’s a satisfying sort of burn. The kind he knows means he worked hard.

Still, he can’t help but be relieved that there’s no film club today. He gets picked up and dropped off at home and gets to flop down on the couch and just breathe. It’s a recovery day, so he’s going to do approximately nothing but watch T.V. Maybe study a little, if the news doesn’t stop popping on talking about the Camera Killer’s most recent video.

At least, that’d been the plan. His dad starts to fumble around in the kitchen, walks into the living room, back into the kitchen, then back out, juggling a number of files, floorplans, a thermos, his wallet, and his cellphone.  

“You alright there?” Jason asks, watching his dad struggle to sort through a couple papers.

“Yeah, just-” He checks his phone, quickly, then pulls some money out of his wallet and holds it out to Jason. “Some problem came up at the house I’m working on and I need to go check it out. Ask my contractor how it is going to affect the budget. I didn’t get to go grocery shopping, so just run down to the 7/11 and grab something. I’ll bring you late dinner when I get this worked out.”

“I…” Jason stares at the money, then looks up at his dad nervously.

His dad is confused for a second, and then the gears start turning. “Hey,” he says, sympathetically, “it’s only a fifteen minute walk there and back. I’ve got my phone on me, you’ve been doing your self defense stuff. Just make sure to go while it’s still light out.”

“Right…” Even though he takes the money, he doesn’t look too pleased about it.

“I’ll probably be home around eight,” his dad informs him before rushing out.

Jason puts it off for as long as he can, before he actually has to start worrying about the sun going down. Before he steps out the door, he messages Regan.

Jason: walking down to 7/11. let’s hope I don’t have to use my new skillset. :^/

Regan: you got this jj

Jason smiles a little at the nickname, wondering if he could make an equivalent for Regan. R.A.? No. That’s what you call the dorm advisor in college.

Regan: remember if a big guy comes at you, use his weight against him

Jason: what do I do if a small guy comes at me?

Regan: tell him you know dmitri and he’ll have to stop. short guy code

Regan: fr tho momentum is ur friend

Regan: hmm. maybe i should draft dmitri for short guy sparring practice

Jason: I feel like he would bite me.

Regan: he would definitely bite you

Jason: how would I explain that to my parents?

Regan: tell them ur new gf is kinky

Jason: I’m pretty sure that’s how you get grounded.

Talking with him is making this walk a lot less nerve-wracking. Constant communication, focusing on anything but his paranoia.

Regan: wat are you buying?

Jason: chips, probably. or ice cream.

Regan: bro

Jason: what?

Regan: bro youre trashing ur body

Jason: omfg. what healthy thing could i buy from 7/11!!

Regan: multigrain bar or some nuts

Jason: what swamp did your tastebuds crawl out of?

Jason: creature from the black legume.

Regan: dont diss legumes dude

Jason: I’m buying a slushie out of spite.

He walks into the store, hearing the jingle of the bell overhead. He’s got just enough to buy himself a slushie, a bag of chips, and a candy bar.

Jason: mission success- bought junk food without dying.

Regan: 🎉

Jason: now for the encore.

Jason steps out of the 7/11 and starts the short journey home. Drinking from his slushie makes texting a little harder, but he’s so got this.

Jason: so what’re you up to?

Regan: just got home from riley’s

Regan: gonna make myself a salad like a responsible teen

Jason: meanwhile I’ve got chocolate.

Regan: i should make a chocolate vinaigrette

Jason: you cook?

Regan: hell yeah dude

Regan: i dont know how to make a chocolate vinaigrette tho

Regan: that was a joke  

Regan: i guess i could look it up

Regan: i make a mean half moon pie i should make some for you sometime

Jason: I don’t know what that is but it has pie in it so I’m in.

He takes another big slurp of his drink and grins around his straw when Regan starts to ramble about how to make this dessert.

Then something is wrapped around his throat. A presence suddenly behind him, a taut rope wrapped around his neck, strong arms pulling back. Everything falls out of his hands when he yelps in surprise.

He wasn’t paying attention.

His mind races. Choking. How to- he tries to tuck his chin, but the rope is under it, that doesn’t help, this isn’t a choke hold.

The rope is digging in and up, any time he tries to get solid footing, another yank almost makes his feet almost leave the ground. He flails, elbows, grabs at the unknown assailant’s face. The more effort he exerts, the more his lungs scream in protest.

Unfortunately, he can’t do the same; his voice coming out rasped and restricted.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. None of Regan’s lessons prepared him for this.

He tries to dig his fingers under the rope, shift his weight to ease the pressure, throw off the attacker’s center of balance, but none of it works. His vision slowly gets dark around the edges. His brain is still on full panic, heart hammering rapidly. But his consciousness goes soft and for the second time in very few days, he blacks out.

Waking up this time isn’t like last time. It isn’t a slow climb out of a muddled state. It’s sharp, disorienting; he was in one place but now he’s in another.

And this place is very dark and this time there’s no Sidney kicking walls or silly harmless clocks.

There’s just frigid cold. Pale light coming in through high windows, casting long shadows. He can barely look around. He’s strapped to a chair. With mild horror, he realises it’s a dentist’s chair. Modified, his legs and arms bound. The bindings are tight. No silly amatuer stuff, no pulling at the right angle to get out. Fear seizes him. His stomach is doing flips.

He’s alone, for quite some time. He doesn’t know how long. The light outside is fading fast. He dropped his cellphone. What if the killer has it? What if he texts his friends, parents? No one will even know he’s missing. Not until tomorrow.

A door creaks from somewhere and he tries to twist and look, but his mobility is a little limited right now. There’s a sound of rolling wheels, along with heavy, booted footsteps.

“Hey,” Jason croaks, before he can even consider if it’s a good idea to speak.

“Mr. Joon-ho, you’re awake,” comes a low southern drawl from somewhere behind him. “I hope you had a nice nap, because we are going to be very busy.” The voice slowly rounds round until Jason can see its owner. It’s deep and rich, the kind of voice that would be soothing, if not for the fact that it is coming from behind what is clearly a mask of cured human skin.

The rest of his clothes look too normal. Jean jacket, plaid shirt...hunting gloves. He’s pushing a cart with what can only be described as an array of sharp tools on it.

That comes to a stop a good five feet away, but the man paces closer.

Jason can see his chapped lips and dark eyes through the rough cuts in the mask, hear his heavy, unfiltered breathing, imagining the humidity inside the mask; he feels nauseous, wants to cry.

“Let me out of here,” he demands, tries to sound insistent, but he knows how scared he sounds. He gets a laugh in return. A short one, a facsimile of politeness, like he’s chuckling at a dear friend’s witty joke.

“Bless your heart,” the killer says, and Jason’s skin itches. “Can’t do that, little buddy. You see, you’re a delicacy.” He plants a hand on Jason’s arm. “Surviving five murder attempts? That’s some kinda record. I’d love to let you marinate for a bit longer. Seen how you’ve been strengthening up. Would taste a lot better with some meat on you.”

His other gloved hand pats Jason’s face and Jason’s brain goes haywire as he realizes who this is. He jerks and tries to curl in on himself, but he can’t. He can’t protect his squishy middle bits from what this fucker is no doubt about to do to them.

“But let’s face it. You’re just a pit stop on my cross country tour. Can’t wait around any longer.” The Cannibal withdraws both his hands and taps his chin. “In fact-” And he’s moving back to that cart.

“Help!” Jason shouts, as loud as he can, jerking against his restraints. The sounds bounce uselessly off the walls.  

“Hey now,” the Cannibal says, turning around, walking back towards him with some nondescript item in his hand. Jason can only see the handle. “None of that. There’s no one out here, anyways. And you should save your voice. There will be plenty of time for screaming later.”

“Fuck you,” Jason says, throat tight. Before he knows what happens, he feels a burst of pain. The Cannibal just punched him in the face with a meaty fist. His head is spinning.

“Watch your language,” the Cannibal comments, even voice turning acidic for just a second. Jason laughs as he feels the blood flow from his nose, tastes it on his lips. This guy’s about to carve him up like a Christmas ham and he doesn’t want to hear him swear. Incredible.

The object shifts from one of the Cannibal’s hands to the other and Jason can see, now, through skewed glasses, that it’s a potato peeler. Just a run of the mill potato peeler. His stomach sinks.

“Any gourmet worth his salt is always going to sample his ingredients,” the Cannibal jokes as he seems to test the sturdiness of the peeler against his glove.

“Why do you do this?” Jason asks.

The peeler halts. “I already told you you’re a delicacy. A rare treat.”

“No, why do you do this?! This sh- stuff, why do you-”

“Well aren’t you precious?” The Cannibal asks. “You still believe in motives.” He presses the peeler to the side of Jason’s face. When Jason tries to turn his head, the other hand comes to hold him still. “I do it because I want to, and because no one can stop me.”

The peeler doesn’t rake down fast. It digs in, and carves, slicing off a strip on his right cheek in a slow, agonizing pull. It hurts, sears, like the world’s worst rugburn.

He can’t help that it pulls chokes and sobs from him even when he grits his teeth.

The Cannibal releases his face and takes the strip of skin between two fingers. Jason can feel his pulse pounding in his cheek, can feel the fresh blood.

Without preamble, the Cannibal lifts the sliver to the hole in his mask and pops it in his mouth, like it’s nothing, like he didn’t just tear it off of someone. Jason gags.

“Sorry to say, squirt, but I’ve had better,” he jokes, wiping the peeler off on a handkerchief he draws out of his pocket. “I can work with you, though.”

The Cannibal returns to his cart.

“Please don’t do this,” Jason begs.

“I worked up quite an appetite bringing you all the way here,” he answers nonchalantly, while examining knives, like he’s trying to decide which one will do the best job.

There’s a very loud sound from outside the room.

Like the sound of a door being kicked in.

The Cannibal tilts his head, like one would when confused. His hand slides to a particularly large knife and he takes it up, walking towards the door.

“Stay right there, peaches,” he hisses, sounding less like his fake-polite persona and more like an angry serial killer.

He opens the door and peeks his head out. Almost immediately, there’s a gunshot. He hears the Cannibal grunt and stumble back, but not fall.

Another slamming sound, probably someone kicking the door the rest of the way open, then a second gunshot. This time, there is a solid thump as the Cannibal hits the floor. A third gunshot comes anyways, and then there’s quiet. If Jason strains his ears, he can hear the mechanical rasp of the Plague Doctor, breathing heavily.

Jason closes his eyes, tears welling up. He doesn’t want to be relieved. He doesn’t want to be relieved that they’re here, but he is.

“Are you in here?” They ask, after a moment.

“What took you so long?” Jason responds, voice shaking.

“This is a big place.” They walk over, footsteps more hurried than usual. It’s the tall one. When they see him, they stop. Jason wonders if it’s really that bad, or if all the blood is misleading. Instead of commenting, they use their free hand to undo Jason’s bindings. He can’t help but note that they’re holding Christian’s gun. He doesn’t want to think about it.

When he’s free, he rubs his wrists and sits up, slinging his legs off the side of the chair.

“Do you need me to call 911?” Funny. It’s the first time they’ve asked.

“Do I need stitches?” Jason returns.

“Probably.”

He sighs, and pushes himself to his feet, despite the tremors in his legs. “Alright.”

The Plague Doctor returns to the body of the Cannibal, crumpled in the corner, and searches him. He doesn’t have a phone of his own on him, but he does have Jason’s. So they hand the phone to him and he gets to dial the number himself.

“911 operator, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s Jason Joon-ho. I was kidnapped by the Cannibal. The Plague Doctor saved me, but I’m hurt. I’m currently in…”

“In Warehouse number fifteen,” the Plague Doctor informs him.

“Warehouse fifteen,” he repeats.

The Plague Doctor turns to go.

“That’s not your gun,” Jason finds himself saying, before he can stop himself. The Plague Doctor looks at Jason, then at their hand.

“Better in my hands than in one of theirs,” they state.

“Better in no one’s. Better if you leave it here.” Jason stays firm.

They test the weight of the gun, like they’re still unfamiliar with it.

“Hopefully we’ll reach the point where I can give it up, soon,” they say, lowering their arm. That gives Jason pause.

“How do you sleep at night, after doing shit like this?” He asks.

“With all my windows locked.” They leave.

The police and paramedics come and his brain sets on autopilot. He barely thinks. Even when his dad gathers him up in a tight hug and apologizes.

Getting home feels weirder than after the previous attacks. He goes to bed without eating. No appetite. And as he lies there, he thinks about how every other time, there’d been some sliver of a chance, some way he could’ve hoped to have gotten out. But this time, he really would’ve died without the Plague Doctor.

[freakurodani]

juuzous13donuts replied to your post “funny story tho, i learned how to waltz at a convention. i was taught...”

This sounds like a great plot for some kind of cheesy but hilarious fanfic. I love it

probably. that happened back when i just turned 15 and like, lmao i was embarrassing. id never do half the stuff i did at that con (im a little flustered thinking about it!) but another story of that con i am willing to share is when i got my first kiss. (definitely more hilarious than cheesy i think. its still kinda embarrassing ahhh) 

but basically, there was a guy around my age who was part of the gathering i was in. we were talking and he asked if i wanted to play the pocky game. now, i knew exactly what it was, there was know “oh what’s that” conversation. people had been doing it all day. i decided to bite (ha) the bullet and have a go. i was (am) a touch starved kid so it was kind of nerve wracking but exciting. but i’m also lowkey competitive. i dont HAVE to win, but i feel much better if i do. So we play, and i graciously put the undipped end in my mouth (i dont really like the chocolate kind anyway) and we start. he’s smiling at me, and im smiling back because believe it or not, im a little bit of a flirt. lmao. 

the game goes how u’d expect. like a weird version of the lady and the tramp scene. except i didnt stop when are lips met. nope. of course i didnt. i went on to bite the person i was playing the game with. 

i pull away and start apologizing because wow that was weird lmao man i really wanted to win omg im so sorry ahaha. i met his eyes and he tells me he liked it. now, THAT was territory 15 year old me was not ready for (now me probably isnt really either tbh?? my friend showed up to class w hickeys today and I was the one flustered). So i laugh. I have a laugh when im nervous, that’s much too loud and fairly high pitched. shaky. i come up with an excuse while this boy is looking at me. i remember my face feeling very warm. it was may, it was really hot. ahh i should find my friend, you see. um. i have to get her something?? yeah i.... ice cream? yeah, i will.... catch ya laterrrrrrrrr 

i did stumble a bit while i was backing up. the part was crowded and someone left their bag out. i feel ridiculous retelling the story. but, its past midnight and i already typed this much. maybe someone will enjoy this mess. lmao

[sakaisgf]

A Tag Game

Tagged by @jaywalkingmylifeaway yes im FINALLY getting to this and thank you~!!!

LAST TEXT SENT: “Did you guys get a late start again?” to my dad hehe.

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS: Black, gray, and blue. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: I have no clue because my phone was dead. WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT: playing games. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: The day I’m free of my high school.  WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOTHER: About... two hours ago?

ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE: I wanna eat better and be happier. WHAT’S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RN: Nothing at the moment... FAVORITE TV SHOWS: I haven’t watched tv in a while soo. FIRST BEST FRIEND: Juliet. I lost contact with her. LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: I paused on ‘Interlude: Wings’ by BTS 3 FEARS: The dark, being alone, and death 4 TURN ON’S: a nice smile, pretty eyes, sense of humor, having a passion for something <-- same 4 TURN OFF’S: Arrogance, being judgemental, constant negativity, being an asshole/dick in general <-- truth. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: never thought about it. SENIOR YEAR QUOTE IN MY YEAR BOOK: Not a senior yet... but I;d probably  put “We’re free” or somethin FIRST THING I NOTICE IN A NEW PERSON: Their face and eyes (i feel so bad aghd) SHOE SIZE: ... I still fit in childrens’ EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Dark brown but it kinda looks black. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING: Don’t really have one because I have a boring af wardrobe thanks to my school. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR I’M WEARING RN: black ULTIMATE BIAS: Uh. Don’t have one. ULTIMATE BIAS GROUP: VIXX (If savi sees this pls dont yell at me (she’d say its DMTN which isnt a lie haha)) FAVORITE SEASON: Fall or Spring <-- saaame HOW MUCH TIME I SPENT ON DESIGNING MY BLOG: Can’t remember it was SO long ago... I gotta change it. THE REASON I JOINED TUMBLR: I wanted to see what it was like to have one. <--- same but also just because. DO I EVER GET “GOOD MORNING” OR “GOODNIGHT “ TEXTS: Nop #foreveralone (if im talking to my friend we say ‘night’ does that count?) WHEN DID I LAST HOLD HANDS?: Erm. I think last Friday.

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE ME TO GET READY IN THE MORNING?: On a good day it takes me 20 minutes. If we’re talking about getting to school and stuff its like 30-45 minutes.

HAVE I SHAVED MY LEGS IN THE PAST THREE DAYS?: I don’t have to soo... WHERE AM I RIGHT NOW?: my bedroom <--- 

DO I LIKE MUSIC LOUD OR AT A REASONABLE LEVEL?: Define loud. my friends say that I have my music loud and I normally hear it at that level soo. 3 THINGS I LOVE: My friends, music, and food (im kidding about the last one. I really mean animals.) HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW: tired <-- same SOMETHING I REALLY, REALLY WANT: Final Fantasy XV (no joke that game is hella prettyy)

3 THINGS THAT UPSET ME: Bossiness, ... I cant think of any others right now. WHAT I FIND ATTRACTIVE IN OTHER PEOPLE: Their smile, how well they treat their love ones, their fashion sense (also same…lol) <-- same. Also find it attractive when a guy smells super good (just me?) <-- no you arent alone,  3 HABITS I HAVE: cracking my knuckles, i dont know honestly.... SOMETHING I FANTASIZE ABOUT: being on stage with got7 playing a game.. (same). Meeting any of my bias and actually holding a conversation with them, hanging out with any of my bias…you know normal fangirl stuff lmao. <-- same. SOMETHING I’M TALENTED AT: Dancing THE BLOG I GIVE THE MOST NOTES TO: I have no clue... THE LAST PERSON THAT RE-BLOGGED SOMETHING FROM ME: I’ve been gone too long and the person who did doesn’t really use tumblr anymore sooo DO I SMOKE/DRINK?: no. MY FAVORITE FOOD: Mac n Cheese, Pasta, Cheeseburgers, Ramen, I just like food okay? MY FAVORITE DESSERT: Ice cream, mochi ice cream, shakes (does this count) (limited because I can’t really handle a lot of sweets at once), anything with ice cream. WHAT I DID YESTERDAY: Typed a 5 par. essay that was due wednesday, did nothing in class, I went to dance where we added on more stuff to our recital dance.... and I slept. Oh I also added more songs to my phone heheee NUMBER OF KIDS I WANT: No clue. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS I HAVE: I don’t know if I have any biological siblings. SOMETHING THAT’S CONSTANTLY ON MY MIND: How to survive school, scenarios, my friends. LAST PERSON I MESSAGED ON TUMBLR: A person I don’t wanna tag. CAN I DRIVE: yaas WHAT STATE OR PART OF THE WORLD DO I LIVE IN?: America <-- specifically a desert. AM I IN SCHOOL? yep, junior in high school/duel enrollment student in college. DO I GET GROSSED OUT EASILY? It depends. SOMEWHERE I WOULD LIKE TO VISIT FOR A WEEK: South Korea, Japan, other states in America, Europe in general. If I could I would travel to a lot of places. <-- same. I just wanna travel the world guys. I’LL LOVE YOU IF…: you’re there for me, you don’t push things onto me, you give me space when I need it. LAST SHOW I BINGE-WATCHED: Uh. KNK TV. I’m thinking about binge-watching Shopping King Louis over break tho....

WHAT WORDS UPSET ME THE MOST: I don’t really know................ WHAT WORDS MAKE ME FEEL THE BEST ABOUT MYSELF: “you’re pretty” “you’re a great friend” “thanks for being there for me” “I love you” <--- THIS. A WISH THAT I’VE WISHED FOR REPEATEDLY ON 11:11: This is a thing? Never knew. WHO I WOULD SWITCH LIVES WITH FOR A DAY: got7′s stylist noonas <— girl me too, I didn’t even think about this but yas lol <--- tbh thooo.

MY FAVORITE ICE CREAM: Mint and vanilla. ALLERGIES: None that I know of. SEXIEST PERSON TO COME TO MY MIND IMMEDIATELY: All of my biases. MY CHILDHOOD CAREER CHOICE: A dancer. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES: My body. HOW MANY BLOGS AM I FOLLOWING: 147

HOW MANY TABS/DIFFERENT WINDOWS DO I HAVE OPEN AT THIS VERY MOMENT: 11 ._. COKE OR PEPSI?: I don’t like either of em....... TEA OR COFFEE?: Tea. Coffee is poison. MOVIE OR BOOK?: Book. A SENSE I WOULD BE WILLING TO LOSE: Speech <-- same. QUOTE I LIVE BY: “Don’t give attention to what people say about you. They probably want a quality that you have.” TYPE OF ACCESSORY I WEAR THE MOST: Nothing right now.... I love bracelets tho! LAST AWKWARD SITUATION I FOUND MYSELF IN: Can’t remember WHAT TIME IS IT RIGHT NOW: 10:11PM A SONG THAT’S MADE ME CRY: The song translates to ‘How Much Love Do You Have In Your Wallet’ by Park Yoochun from JYJ  FIRST SONG I EVER SUNG AT KARAOKE: Never done karaoke.

I won’t be tagging anyone. As always feel free to do this!