#Puffy reading too deep into silly stuff

[thedenofravenpuff]

My Current Thoughts on SAMS

Because I can’t help but look too deep into things often unnecessarily, and I’m a rambler of nature, here’s some of my thoughts on The Sun & Moon Show so far, just to get stuff off my chest

SPOILERS, assumptions and ideas ahead!

Warning, WALL OF TEXT and running on tangents. Did try to organize my thoughts somewhat..

So, we all upset about Lunar, yes? Well, besides those celebrating, you know who you are, I don’t care.

The Death Of Lunar So, Eclipse used Lunar as hostage on Monty, we saw that coming once Eclipse made the connection himself realizing that yeah, Monty doesn’t give a flying crap about anyone, not even himself. EXCEPT for Lunar, home he travelled through Hell for, gave them their own body, offered a place to stay when scared, offered support and genuine advice through the time knowing each other. Monty has a backup plan for everyone, even to kill Moon if needed, but would clear do ANYTHING for Lunar at this point.

To be honest, I liked that plot point. Lunar in danger to really show how far characters will go, Eclipse and Monty both, with highest stakes possible. 

Then they took it a step further and had Eclipse right out kill Lunar. And yeah, Eclipse made it clear times before how much resentment he holds for Lunar, which goes beyond just the betrayal but I’ll get more into that in a minute. 

What hit hardest here is the exact way the show writers and actors decided to take this. 

One of the most popular characters on the show, even with controversy around their existence a bit ago, taken out of the equation is one thing. They killed off characters before, (Eclipse, Blood Moon) and we seen them return. Another thing is... Lunar was taken out crying and begging for his life. 

Even though he insisted on his stance that Eclipse shouldn’t get the Newton Star, no matter the sacrifices necessary to keep him from it.. Lunar also made it clear, they don’t wanna die. They are still a young AI which lots to learn, making a new life to revolving around Eclipse. Lunar wanted to keep growing, family bonding, making friends.. That was all taken away by Eclipse lying and breaking his promise to Monty. 

Lunar, still more or less a child compared to the other animatronics, was taken out crying and begging. Afraid, scared for their very existence, facing their very worst nightmare and then... gone. Just like that. 

For those adoring Lunar, the fans relating to him, those who just hyperfixated on Lunar as their blorbo.. that’s ONE HECK of a way to kill of a robot child. 

Am I saying this is bad? Not really. Just... VERY impactful. As effective as that is for story writing... it feels awfully misplaced. This show is.. a silly video game channel.

Twists and Turns Of Story Telling I never minded the growing drama, I frigging loved it the more dramatic it got, calling it my “daily soaps”, my soap opera I cannot miss a single episode of! But I also get it when people started complaining about it becoming a bit TOO angsty and twisted, a bit too traumatic for the characters. What’s supposed to be silly jokes on a  silly comedy channel about playing video games, can no longer be viewed as such, the more serious their story arcs became. 

Moon is abusive and too socially incompetent to help anyone, Sun being the butt of jokes leaving him a sad husk in serious need of therapy, everyone’s a hypocrite, constantly dancing the lines between Murder Is Okay, Murder Is A Joke and If You Kill People You Can Never Be Forgiven. 

Earth was added just to have someone not being an arsehole, only an airhead, with enough social competence to actually offer genuine advice WITHOUT the baggage of committing the acts of putting Sun down one way or another, as everyone else has in the past. If she wasn’t introduced as their sister, I legit would have thought she was going to be ship bait with Sun just cuz  she’s the only one being genuine kind to him WITHOUT being a hypocrite or immediately using him for jokes again right after apologizing. 

The twist and turns of telling their story more and more dramatic and serious, the more it clash to the way they write their comedy and improve their jokes in the Let’s Plays or crossovers with the other channels. 

I’m not saying either one is bad, just that it doesn’t necessarily mix very well in the long run. Of course this divides the audience, who are either there for the drama, the characters and/or the light hearted Let’s Plays. Sure, yes, such CAN exist together, but not everyone can find the balance in that, both in creators and audience. 

The Death of Lunar II  Now I better get back to my original point. 

Lunar as a character and his death. Granted I have no doubt he’s going to be back, if the Twins can defy their own death, even if just hallucinations (although claiming to be regenerating their nano machines), so can one of the most popular characters too. 

But why did he have to die? Story wise, really just for dramatic effect I’m sure. Maybe writers going “Oh, you all mad about ‘too many characters’ on this show?? Let’s see how you feel about us KILLING THEM OFF!” just to make a statement, maybe not.

In-story though? In-character? Yeah.. Eclipse WOULD do that. Just like that. 

He said to Lunar how he loathed them even from the very beginning, he wanted them gone the first chance no longer needing them. They were just to replace Blood Moon, who went out of control and became a threat. 

Lunar was created to be obedient, easily dominated by Eclipse yet fearless enough to be a menace to others. To be Moon’s opposite, loving to play with kids, being happy and silly, curious about life rather than bitter. 

Eclipse hated Lunar for more than the betrayal later down the line, he hated them before that. 

Eclipse’s Choice In the past he claimed Lunar was created by recycling parts of himself he wanted rid of. Code infected by being in Sun’s body, Sun having a larger emotional range than Eclipse, his moments of happiness and his positivity. 

Eclipse CHOSE to be the way he was. He came into existence from the kill code Moon left behind in Sun’s body, an unintentional backup copy of Moon getting corrupted, growing, taking its time to evolve into a proper AI while stewing. Stewing on abandonment issues. 

Some of my most faved lines from Eclipse in the past:

Eclipse: “Oh, so I’m a child now?” Moon: “Yeah, because you act like one! For one, you got abandonment issues.” Eclipse: “I guess I do. But now, I all I have is anger.”

Eclipse: “Why did you leave me behind!!?”

Eclipse chose to stay bitter, focused on his anger, even when claiming to put petty revenge behind him, he stayed focused on being bitter and mean.

He removed anything happy from himself, to use it as base code for Lunar. 

He hated Lunar’s existence not because he needed someone so beneath him to complete his plans.. but because Lunar represents what he saw as weakness  within himself. He saw Sun and Moon as weak and unworthy because of their love, love for each other as much as their love for things they enjoyed to do. Moon wanting to “do better” than his original coding with the homicide code. 

Eclipse did reject being Kill Code himself, corrupted too much by the influence of Sun and Moon, becoming his own thing. He wanted to be above all, even his  supposed intended purpose. 

Lunar carried what he saw as his flaws. Seeing Lunar rebel and reject his teachings, joining Sun and Moon as brothers, making friends, finding things to love.. only a reminder of what Eclipse sought out to avoid himself from becoming. 

He only allows himself anger and disgust.

In the past we do see him enjoy messing with Sun and Moon, mocking them, finding joy in making Sun act out, making people distrust him by rambling about the joy of violence when in control. 

Once he and Lunar took over the channel, he seemed ever so disinterested in playing games with Lunar, even violent ones. He just wanted to work on getting the Star. Even now whenever we hear him laugh, it’s joyless. He didn’t celebrate killing Lunar, merely dusting off his hands, cleaning the board of his last mistake.

Lunar had to die due to the symbolism of what this means about Eclipse as a character.

The Death of Lunar III As much as Kill Code showed interest in changing for the better, Eclipse made it clear that’s not in the cards for him. Heck, if ever learning of KC’s change of heart would only make him more disgusted with him than he already is. 

Lunar was the part of himself he wanted rid of. Seeing others around him change through simple joys and disgusting acts of kindness, he ain’t changing chances. He killed that part of himself to avoid the fate of ‘inviting in weakness’.

That part was Lunar. 

Eclipse ain’t getting redemption, because he removed any such chance of change from himself long ago and then destroyed its embodiment. 

Yeah we got “Good Eclipse” from a different dimension, but he went through a different story with different choices, showing actual interests in joy and kindness. I imagine meeting his opposite self only pushed Eclipse further to wanting, needing, to kill Lunar no matter the outcome with the star. 

I like Eclipse as a villain for this very reason, even before he went this far. Unapologetically evil, he sees himself as the great outcome, the god of a new world. He want to make the world make sense the way HE sees it, without elements he sees as weakness. Ironically less of a hypocrite than everyone else, cuz he face up to what he is and make no excuses, while any time the others try to play the role as “good people” is often by downplaying or full on ignoring their own mistakes made. 

The short of it But yeah, just.. some of my thoughts on this whole thing. 

Am I reading too much into things? Most definitely I got NO CLUE what kind of thought process goes into the writing of these story arcs and how much happens purely from random improve that force changes to the ongoing story. 

Is why I enjoy watching the show still, even as people start finding fault with it, as it jumps more and more sharks. 

Is crazy mess and I enjoy it, even with its flaws. 

tl;dr Lunar’s death was coming because to Eclipse he represents the part of himself he wants dead: Joy, kindness, urge to evolve as a person rather than a machine.

Right choice story wise with how fans react? Eh, no clue, but I just look too deep into things.

Thank you for reading this far

[osachiyo]

✧˚ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi & tetchou .ೃ࿐

˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !

˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭

"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.

"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.

Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.

If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.

He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."

You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."

Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.

"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"

"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"

You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.

"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.

He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.

'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.

“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.

You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.

In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?

You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.

Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.

Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.

"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.

But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"

He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!

"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.

"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—

"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.

..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.

Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.

"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.

He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.

Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.

"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.

Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.

Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.

"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.

A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.

And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.

It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.

"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.

But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"

"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.

Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."

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[totaly-obsessed]

can you write something for mary when she could be having a bad day or something and the reader helps cheer her up

Lucky Gloves

Mary Earps x reader request

-> Mary just needs her girlfriend after a hard day, but it's date night

➳ Masterlist

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You were late.

Not that you really had somewhere to be, it was more just an annoyance – it was date night. Every Thursday the two of you would go out together, just a little tradition you had carried through two years of dating each other.

“I’m sorry love, let me get changed quickly, and then we can be off.” You rushed into the house, not even seeing Mary anywhere but you were far too stressed to notice.

Ten minutes later, now changed out of your teacher attire you started to look for Mary when she was not read by the door like she usually was. “Mary?” You could not hear an immediate response, furthering your panic. “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

Ah. There she was.

But after following her vague noises you did not find her in a casual-chic outfit ready to wine and dine you like she usually did. “Mary? Love, why are you still wearing your training stuff?”

The goalkeeper did not answer aside from a deep groan as she burrowed her face deeper into your favorite fluffy blanket. Wordlessly you sat down next to the couch on the ground, rubbing her back. “Baby? Are you okay?”

Finally, she turned her head, now facing you. Tired puffy eyes meeting your own. “Sorry love. Let me get dressed.” With cracking bones your girlfriend started sitting up, not expecting you to throw yourself on top of her.

With you straddling her lap, hugging her close to you, she had no way of leaving. Of course, she could just stand up with you on her hip, but she would never use her strength like that, too scared that she would hurt you.

A couple of minutes of careful coaxing and cooing in her ears let the brunette finally relax, nuzzling her face into your warm neck – humming with contentment. “What’s up with you my love, huh?”

Mary would never admit it to her teammates, no matter how much she loved them, but here in your shared home, with you on her lap was the only place that she would ever call home. “Had a really shitty day.”

“Awwh, I’m sorry honey. Why don’t you take a shower and get changed into comfy clothes and I’ll get us some food, huh?”

As good as that sounded, it was Thursday, and it was the goalkeeper's turn to choose the place to eat, and she didn’t want to disappoint you. You, who had shitty days all the time and never needed to be treated like a baby. “But it’s Thursday baby. It’s my tu-“

The blonde couldn’t whine further as she was shut up with her favorite lips giving her a soft kiss. “Nonsense love – quiet night in. Doctor’s order!”

A soft laugh escaped her chest, letting you relax just a little. “Who’s my doctor then?”

“Me of course – silly girl!” Your blatant lie of being a doctor only made the older woman laugh harder, pushing you off her lap. “Alright then.”

Twenty minutes later you were changed into one of Mary’s ‘MAE27’ shirts, fuzzy socks, and some shorts that definitely weren’t yours either. “Supporting me, I see.”

Warm arms wrapped themselves around your waist, Mary’s head finding its favorite place in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses wherever she could. “I’ll always support you, baby.” And she knew you meant it, even without the deep kiss that followed your silent promise – but she was thankful for it either way.

Mary laid the cutlery down on the couch table, ignoring your perfectly made dining space, opting for comfort instead.

So here you were, each a bowl of your favorite soup in your lap while the goalkeeper’s feet kept digging into your sides.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s made your day so bad then, love?” You had both finished your bowls, so Mary took it upon herself to steal yours from you, setting them both down on the table before laying back on the couch – pulling you on top of her.

Your front pressed snuggly against yours as her prize-winning hands found their place in your hair, giving you a massage.

“This morning I woke up without you – bad enough. Then I couldn’t find my lucky gloves and spilled my coffee. So I wanted to go to that tiny shop down the road, yeah? I get there – closed! Can you imagine? So I get to training and all Mark did was yell at me, fucking hate that prick. And then Ella – goddamn Tooney goes and fucking lobs me. The cheek the girl has! And, oh my god, she didn’t shut up about it!”

Mary’s rant continued for a while, finally getting everything off her chest. But no matter how shitty her day was, here in your arms life was perfect.

[luvjjongtae]

By the Time We're Thirty - Ch. 2

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum.

AU info: After college/university AU. Non-idols AU.

Genre: Fluff, Pining

Other tags and warnings: Drinking, College roommates, Reconnecting, Deal to get married

Total Word Count: 20k (divided into 3 chapters)

READ CH 1 AND THE SUMMARY HERE

The sky was a bright, cheerful blue the next morning, shining through the large windows and illuminating Kibum’s apartment in the early morning light. Too bright for Jonghyun who squinted as he waddled into the kitchen, groaning loudly and throwing his head into his arms as he sat at Kibum’s table.

“How are you feeling?” Kibum asked, placing a warm mug of coffee he had prepared in front of him.

“Regrets. Lots of regrets,” Jonghyun groaned out.

“Aigoo,” Kibum shook his head. “You should’ve listened to Jinki. We aren’t in college anymore.” He took his seat across from Jonghyun and sipped on his own coffee, observing Jonghyun’s messy bedhead.

“Yeah,” was all Jonghyun said in response, barely moving.

Kibum’s phone buzzed a couple of times and he suddenly remembered. “The others are asking about how you are. What should I tell them?”

Jonghyun waved his hand dismissively before letting it flop back onto the table. “Tell them I’m in good hands.”

“Good answer,” Kibum said, typing quickly into the chat that Jonghyun was fine, just hungover. Then another buzz. “Taemin wants to know if you remember anything from last night. He says it would’ve been a waste if you didn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember enough,” Jonghyun said, finally lifting his head up from his hands to look at Kibum. His eyes and cheeks were puffy.

“You look tired,” Kibum stated the obvious.

Jonghyun chuckled. “Wow, thanks.”

An awkward silence lingered in the room, and Kibum was itching to break it. He cleared his throat and took another sip from his coffee before forcing out as naturally as he could, “You say the weirdest things when you’re drunk, you know?”

“That’s why I don’t do it often.” Jonghyun finally grabbed ahold of his mug and swallowed some of his coffee, exhaling with relief at the taste. “I have no filter. And I never mean half the things I say.”

Kibum’s mind flitted back to their conversation last night on the bed, the one about getting married at thirty. He didn’t mean it, of course. It was just another way to reminisce, and now they could both forget about it. “I’m the same way. When I’m drunk, I mean.”

“Yeah, like that stuff about getting married was so silly.”

Oh. He brought it up.

But before Kibum could respond, Jonghyun quickly filled in with, “I mean, it’s like something that never ends up happening. Just a joke between friends really.” His face curled into a weird half-smile, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Kibum took another sip from his coffee before responding. “Yeah, I can’t believe I even suggested that. I was so young.”

“We were both young and stupid,” Jonghyun laughed, the sound brightening up the room even more than the sun and encouraging Kibum to crack a small smile in response. “I guess we can’t afford to be so stupid anymore.”

“Guess not,” Kibum said just as he finished up his coffee. He struggled to come up with something smarter to say, when Jonghyun’s question cut through his thoughts.

“What time is it?”

“Oh.” Kibum checked his phone and said, “9 AM.”

Jonghyun nodded solemnly, reaching for his mug again before his eyes widened in pure panic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushed out of his chair, the sound clanging throughout the quiet apartment, and began roughly pulling off his tanktop. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Kibum asked, standing up from the table to start cleaning up.

“I’m late for a meeting with the PD,” Jonghyun said through clenched teeth as he hopped out of his pajama pants towards Kibum’s room to get his own clothes. Kibum tore his eyes away to give Jonghyun some privacy.

“What time’s it at?” Kibum asked, trying to be helpful.

“Nine thirty,” he heard Jonghyun call back. “But by the time the taxi gets here– No, I won’t have time to go back home. Do I smell bad?” Jonghyun appeared in front of Kibum in his clothes from yesterday, his eyes pleading.

Kibum grimaced when he caught a whiff of stale alcohol on Jonghyun. “Yes.” He wasn’t going to lie.

“Fuck,” Jonghyun repeated, pacing around the living room.

“Borrow some of my clothes,” Kibum said. “The pajamas fit you, I’m sure other things will.” When Jonghyun stopped pacing to look at him, he added quickly, “And I’ll drive you.”

“Bummie…”

“And don’t say ‘you don’t have to.’ You’d do the same for me,” Kibum insisted, grabbing Jonghyun’s wrist and leading him to his closet. “Now pick something and shower quickly. It’s in Gangnam right?” Jonghyun just nodded mutely. “If we leave in ten we’ll make it on time.”

“Thank you, Bummie,” Jonghyun said. “How’d I survive all these years without you?”

Kibum picked out a button-down and some slacks and pushed them into Jonghyun’s arms. “Less remembering, more getting ready.”

Once Jonghyun was dressed and professional-looking enough to be ready for his meeting, Kibum slipped on his shoes, pulled on a decent graphic t-shirt, and kissed Comme Des and Garcons goodbye before shooing Jonghyun out towards his car in the parking garage. Kibum tried to ignore the rush of anxiety he felt when he led Jonghyun towards his Kia, certain that Jonghyun owned a nicer, fancier car. But Jonghyun was never like that, Kibum reminded himself.

“Thanks for driving me there, again,” Jonghyun said instead, dispelling all the anxiety from Kibum’s mind. The passenger door closed with a slam and Kibum felt the familiar hum of the engine starting beneath him. “And for taking me in last night. And for coffee.” Kibum glanced over at Jonghyun and noticed his cheeks were slightly pink. “Just. For everything.”

Kibum began driving the car out of the garage, an eye on the GPS with the directions. “Jjong, seriously. You don’t have to thank me. This meeting seems important, especially after what you said last night.”

“Oh, that.” Jonghyun sighed deeply and gazed out the window, reminding Kibum of a drama character yet again. “Honestly? Nothing will get done. I don’t even have anything new to show him.”

Something about last night was still bothering Kibum. But he couldn’t ask about that, could he? It was personal. Deeply personal. He’d missed out on almost eight years of Jonghyun’s life and there was no taking that back.

But he could start catching up now.

As long as he asked. And so he forced out, “You said something last night about a long-lost love?” He distracted himself with the traffic in front of him. God, hopefully, his voice sounded normal to Jonghyun. This was so awkward.

That got Jonghyun to look at Kibum quizzically, eyes wide. “I did?”

Kibum cleared his throat. “Yeah. When you were talking about inspiration striking…or something. I don’t know,” he added in a rush. Fuck, he’d said the wrong thing. Of course, Jonghyun wasn’t going to tell him about his long-lost love or whatever the fuck Kibum was going on about randomly. He probably just looked gossipy, especially as a journalist.

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Jonghyun said softly instead, looking down at his hands in his lap. “Yeah, most of my songs are actually about that person.” A pause. “Or at least they used to be.”

“Like when you wrote in college?” Kibum couldn’t help himself from saying. At the awkward silence that filled the car, he added quickly, “I mean– I remember you writing sometimes. That’s how the agency found you and all.”

“Right,” was all Jonghyun said.

Kibum said the wrong thing again. Great. Maybe he could salvage this somehow. Just as he made a sharp right turn, Kibum again forced out, ignoring the pit at the bottom of his stomach, “She’s a lucky girl, whoever she is. A celebrity pining after her even after years and years.”

Jonghyun took an eternity to answer. “Yeah. I guess she is.”

Kibum cursed at himself again for saying the absolute worst thing again, stunning Jonghyun into another silence. Desperate to change the topic, Kibum clicked on the radio and asked, “What music do you like? Other than your own.” A pathetic attempt at a joke, but it got Jonghyun to look back up and crack a small, pursed smile.

“Anything is fine.”

. . .

Kibum went back home after dropping Jonghyun off at the agency’s building, Jonghyun assuring him that he could just take an taxi home and that Kibum had done enough already. The next few days went by in a familiar blur, just going through the motions of his normal life and routine: wake up at 6 AM, snooze perhaps once, stretch, wash his face, feed Commes Des and Garcons, make breakfast, pick a suitable outfit, all in time for him to leave his apartment complex promptly at 8 AM to arrive at work every day.

Except now his friends were just a few taps away. The group chat had quieted down, but they talked a little almost every day. And as the summer days stretched into teasing autumn weeks, they continued meeting up every weekend, learning their lesson from the first time and avoiding bars or clubs so that they wouldn’t drink so much.

The second time they met up, it was at a fancy French coffee shop close to Jonghyun’s agency. “This is where I have a lot of informal meetings,” Jonghyun told them that day.

“Why would you pick somewhere where you work to hang out?” Taemin asked. The sound of clinking coffee mugs and the soft murmurs of other patrons faded into the background as they conversed.

Jonghyun took a bite out of his croissant and chewed it over slowly before responding. “I’m still trying to find what’s missing in my album. I guess I thought coming here would help me focus.”

Minho chimed in, “When is it due?”

Jonghyun sighed deeply. “It was supposed to be released this week. It took everything to get them to give me more time.”

“Do you want our help?” Jinki asked with care.

Jonghyun immediately lit up. Eyes scanning the table he said, “You’ve listened to my other songs. What do you think I should do this time?” At the subsequent silence, he filled in quickly, “Anything works. Just throw ideas out. I’m desperate.”

“You’ve done, uh, slower songs in the past, right?” Minho tried. “Why not switch it up with something faster?”

“Ooh maybe even add a rap verse!” Taemin piped up.

Jonghyun just laughed. “That’s a good idea, actually.”

“You could also keep your same style. Nothing wrong with doing what works,” Jinki said wisely.

“That’s true,” Jonghyun said thoughtfully. Then his eyes landed on Kibum who was mid-sandwich bite. “What do you think Kibum?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I want to hear your thoughts,” Jonghyun stared at him.

Putting down his sandwich, Kibum searched for the right thing to say. “I agree with Jinki,” seemed like the safest option.

Jonghyun narrowed his eyes at him before they widened impossibly and he started laughing. “I can’t believe it! You haven’t listened to them!”

“That’s not true!” Kibum snapped immediately, feeling the tips of his ears go hot.

“Wow, Kibum, I can’t believe you’re not a fan of the Jonghyun,” Taemin smirked.

“That’s also not true!” Kibum rushed to explain himself, “I just don’t really listen to music much. I’ve listened to your songs whenever they’re released but…not more than that.” His voice lowered to a mumble when he realized how bad that sounded.

“Bummie, it’s okay,” Jonghyun said, still laughing. “I was just teasing.” Kibum looked up at Jonghyun and saw his easy, toothy grin plastered on his face and knew Jonghyun wasn’t mad at him.

But ever since that day, Kibum made sure to listen to all of Jonghyun’s discography. He was determined to be his number one fan out of his friends and maybe be able to offer better advice than just copying what Jinki said. He’d listen while getting ready, in the car, and in his office, earning him strange looks from Seulgi who knew that he usually worked in silence whenever she knocked on his door.

He had surprised himself the first time he realized he could focus with Jonghyun’s music playing. There was something about the soft, almost RnB style of his songs, combined with his warm voice, that comforted and soothed Kibum. He felt safe.

No wonder he got famous.

And when the lyrics intrigued him, he looked into them, reading fan analyses to help him understand. He noticed a trend with a lot of the songs being about unrequited love and silently attributed that in the back of his mind to the long-lost love Jonghyun mentioned that one time. But that was the last time he thought about that. There was no need to dwell on her.

Jonghyun: your birthdays coming up

Kibum tore his eyes away from Sooyoung’s work he was reading over when he heard his phone buzz, Jonghyun’s clear voice flooding the otherwise silent and empty office. He picked up his phone to type back:

Kibum: Yup

Jonghyun responded immediately.

Jonghyun: are you planning anything?

Kibum: Not really. It kinda snuck up on me

Jonghyun: but 30 is a big deal!!!

Kibum: Well what do you think I should do?

Jonghyun took a little while to respond, the text bubble that meant he was typing continually disappearing and reappearing. Until finally he said:

Jonghyun: lemme think

Kibum rolled his eyes and typed back a quick “Ok lol” before shutting his phone off again so that he could focus on his work, Jonghyun’s singing still softly playing in the background.

. . .

Jonghyun: none of you guys can make it?

Taemin: sorry jonghyun - an emergency with the choreo came up. we have to rework the whole thing

Jonghyun: no, don’t worry i understand. for minho and jinki too

Kibum: I can still go

Jonghyun: yay!! it’s a date

Kibum stared at his phone for a few moments too long, deciphering Jonghyun’s last text. Did he really have to say it that way? Why was he so weird sometimes?

“Sir, the report?”

Kibum slammed his phone down on his desk, returning his eyes to his computer screen. “Ah, yes, everything looks good. You can send this into marketing, Seulgi.”

“Will do,” she responded, turning to leave Kibum’s office. But she stopped with her hand on the door handle and turned back to look at Kibum. “You’ve been so distracted recently.”

“Well that’s random to bring up,” Kibum chastised, glancing at her suspiciously.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything. It’s cool that you have a life outside of work now.”

Kibum knew she meant it kindly, but her words irked him. Of course, he had a life outside of work, even before reconnecting with his friends. “Since when are you my therapist, Seulgi?” Kibum said in a warning voice.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop,” Seulgi said apologetically, bowing slightly as she finally made her way out of Kibum’s office.

“And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been eyeing Sooyoung!” Kibum couldn’t stop himself from calling out to her for good measure. Was he being petty? Perhaps. But he didn’t care at the moment.

“Sir, that’s–” Seulgi popped her head back in to start, her eyes wide.

“Let’s just both focus on our work, okay?” Kibum finished, dismissing her from his office.

The rest of the day dragged on normally and so did the week. Seulgi never mentioned Kibum’s distraction again and Kibum tried giving her more breaks and less work to make up for how he snapped at her, neither of them actually acknowledging it.

And finally, the weekend arrived again. The “date” with Jonghyun, or whatever he had called it. Jonghyun had texted Kibum that instead of picking somewhere to eat, he could just make something at his place: a nice apartment in the middle of the city, with security and receptionists in the lobby. Kibum told the woman at the desk his name and that he was there to see Jonghyun and she made a call, nodding at him to proceed to the elevator once Jonghyun approved Kibum’s visit.

Kibum knocked on the door, surprised when he heard some high-pitched whining and then scratching at the door. Did Jonghyun have a dog too? But his question was immediately answered when Jonghyun popped his head through the door, using his foot to keep a small dachshund from escaping into the hall. “Kibum! Come in quick, before Roo gets out.”

“I didn’t know you also had a dog,” Kibum stated the obvious as he entered Jonghyun’s apartment, slipping off his shoes.

Jonghyun closed the door behind him and Roo scurried up to meet Kibum, jumping up on her hind legs to beg for pets. Kibum gave them to her. “I got her a few years ago,” Jonghyun said as Kibum scratched behind Roo’s ears.

“We could have a pet play date,” Kibum said jokingly.

“We could!” Jonghyun said seriously.

Kibum smiled to himself, remembering Jonghyun’s endless sincerity. “Nice place,” he said, moving his attention from Roo to the rest of his apartment, decorated in warm colors and furniture. It felt cozy. “It’s very…you,” Kibum said, struggling to find the right word to describe it.

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” Jonghyun laughed, leading Kibum to the small dining table he had prepared, placemats and utensils already set.

“It is one.” Kibum eyed the table, their two spots perfectly across from each other, a mountain of food in the middle for them both to take from. This felt too much like a date…but at least there wasn’t a candle in between them. He forced himself to stop thinking about it. “Did you make all this?”

Jonghyun laughed again, sinking down into his seat and motioning for Kibum to do the same. “I wish. I did some of it but a lot is from my mom. She likes sending me stuff.”

“It looks delicious,” Kibum said as he reached over to grab some mandoo for his plate. “Tell her I missed her cooking.”

“Will do.” Jonghyun stacked some things onto his plate. “I keep telling her she doesn’t have to send anything but she likes to baby me.”

Kibum bit into the mandoo, savoring the beef inside. “It’s so weird thinking of you as the maknae.”

“Because I’m such a good hyung?” Jonghyun’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Yah, you’re not that much older than me.”

Jonghyun laughed lightly. “Still, sometimes I wish she didn’t baby me so much. Maybe it would force me to learn some new dishes.”

“That’s not true,” Kibum said with a full mouth. After swallowing, he added, “You love being taken care of.”

Jonghyun turned red and looked away. After a beat of silence, “You’re right.” Kibum noticed him biting back a smile, failing as it slowly crawled onto his face. “By the way, thanks for helping me out that day again. When I got drunk.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Jjong,” Kibum shook his head. “That’s what friends are for.”

Jonghyun nodded and took a sip of his drink, just water this time. “How’s work been?”

“Same stuff as usual,” Kibum responded. “I’m mentoring a journalist now but she’ll be ready to go on her own soon enough.”

“What’s her name?”

“Park Sooyoung. She’s the reason I was at the award’s ceremony,” Kibum said.

Jonghyun's eyebrows shot up. “Wow, so you weren’t there to see me?” he asked dramatically and t’sked disapprovingly. “You really aren’t a fan of me,” he said, wiping a fake tear from his face.

“Jjong,” Kibum whined, dipping some of his mandoo into the broth. “I am a fan, I promise. I’ve been listening to your songs non-stop now.”

Jonghyun immediately perked up, looking at Kibum intently. “You have?”

“Yes, actually,” Kibum cleared his throat. “So you can’t say I’m not a fan. My Melon history can prove it.”

“Don’t worry, I believe you.” Kibum looked up at Jonghyun across from him only to see him grinning like an idiot. “So," his smile grew, "which is your favorite?”

“Beautiful tonight,” Kibum said without hesitation.

“Oh, really?” Jonghyun arched a brow and studied him. “Interesting, interesting,” he mumbled to himself as he returned to his food.

“Interesting how?” Kibum scoffed. At Jonghyun’s teasing smile he said, “I just like– I don’t know, the vibe. And your voice in it.”

“Aigoo,” Jonghyun said, blushing noticeably again. Kibum smiled to himself– Jonghyun was too humble. “I wrote that one in college.”

“Did you write a lot in college?” Kibum asked, taking a sip of his own drink, also water. “I remember you always carrying that tattered notebook around. And you never let anyone buy you a new one,” he chuckled.

“I still have that notebook actually,” Jonghyun said, perking up again in his seat. “Want to see it?”

Kibum blinked. “Isn’t that, like, really personal?”

“It’s fine if it’s you.” And with that Jonghyun stood up, his plate mostly clean by now anyway, and zoomed off into his bedroom to search for the notebook, Roo getting up from the floor by his feet to patter off behind him. “It’s actually almost full. I should probably buy a new one soon,” his voice called back through the open door.

Kibum didn’t say anything as he waited for Jonghyun to return with the notebook, even more tattered and beat up than he remembered it. Jonghyun patted the front of it a few times and dragged his chair over to Kibum’s side of the table to sit by him. Flipping through the pages, he said, “Most of the pages are scribbles of demos that never went through. But sometimes I go back to old ones for inspiration now.”

Jonghyun kept flipping through the pages until Kibum noticed something and placed his hand on Jonghyun’s to keep the notebook open on that page. There were scribbles of some lyrics, some scratched out and hastily replaced by others, but what caught his eye were some numbers. 923. Written in Jonghyun’s notebook as 9.23. Was that a date?

Kibum’s birthday was September 23rd.

In the moments that Kibum puzzled over the draft, Jonghyun laughed awkwardly and shook Kibum’s hand off, snapping the notebook shut. “Yeah, actually you were right. It is really personal.”

“Was that one about a date?” Kibum asked tentatively, glancing over at Jonghyun’s face. He saw that his smile was strained, his eyes wide.

“No,” Jonghyun said quickly, half standing up to drag his chair far from Kibum, back to his spot across the table. “Those were just random numbers I was playing around with. For the…rhyme scheme and stuff.” He stared at his hands on his lap, avoiding Kibum’s eyes.

“Oh, okay.” Kibum didn’t know why his heart was suddenly beating so fast. The longer he studied Jonghyun’s face, trying to figure him out, the faster his heart beat until he felt like it wanted out. He broke his stare and decided to finish his food. Change the subject, his mind told him. Something safe. “Did you get Minho’s wedding invitation?”

Jonghyun stopped looking at his hands, taking a shuddering breath that Kibum noticed. But then he carried on normally, “Yeah, it came in the mail yesterday. Nice venue, huh?”

“Right? I need his fiancée’s job,” Kibum joked.

The mood returned to normal, Jonghyun and Kibum joking and catching up and gossiping. By the time dinner actually finished, Kibum’s side hurt from laughing so hard at Jonghyun’s impression of Minho when he got competitive. Still laughing, Jonghyun stood up and started picking up their plates.

“Wait,” Kibum said, out of breath between laughs. “Let me help.”

“You’re my guest,” Jonghyun said, waving his hand at him dismissively.

“But you hate cleaning dishes,” Kibum countered. “Let me at least do that.”

“Fine,” Jonghyun drawled reluctantly. “For old time’s sake.”

And so Kibum scrubbed and cleaned the dishes in Jonghyun’s kitchen, Jonghyun helping out a bit at his side. Kibum was acutely aware of every time he accidentally bumped him with his elbow, face going hot for a split second for seemingly no reason. He must be catching a cold.

“You really didn’t have to,” Jonghyun said after they finished.

“And you really don’t have to keep saying that,” Kibum said, grabbing his jacket and things to get going. “I had a great time. Please tell your mom that the food was delicious.”

“I will,” Jonghyun smiled. “I’ll see you out.”

Jonghyun followed Kibum out into the hall, down the elevator, and into the lobby, before the receptionist noticed Kibum and waved them over. Kibum glanced back at the windows of the lobby and noticed red and blue lights flashing in the night. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“There was a bad accident. The whole road is blocked for a few hours,” the receptionist answered, looking up from her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. “If you were planning on leaving now, you’ll have to wait a few more hours from what it looks like.”

“A few hours?” Kibum asked, checking his watch. It was already 9 PM. By the time he left it would be past midnight probably.

“You’re always welcome to stay the night.”

Kibum turned to Jonghyun who was looking off into windows and flashing lights. He shrugged nonchalantly and added, “If you want, of course.”

It wasn’t like they hadn’t done this before, just at Kibum’s place. “Sure,” Kibum said. “Comme Des and Garcons can handle themselves for one night.”

Kibum followed Jonghyun back up to his apartment, both of them silent on the way up. After clicking the door shut, Jonghyun suddenly said, “Want to play a video game?”

Kibum smirked at him. “What do you have?”

An hour later, Kibum sat beside Jonghyun on his couch, violently smashing some buttons on his remote. “No, no no no, fuck, I got this–”

The screen flashed with a big "GAME OVER." Kibum groaned and threw his head back on the couch cushions. “Sorry I couldn’t revive you.”

“It’s fine, I’m not competitive like Minho,” Jonghyun laughed, getting up to stretch his arms up over his head, his back to Kibum. The t-shirt he was wearing rode up, exposing some skin. Kibum looked away.

“Yeah he would be pissed,” Kibum agreed, pointedly looking at the still-flashing screen and not at Jonghyun who flopped back onto the couch, closer to Kibum this time. Their sides were pressed together and Kibum could feel his warmth through his shirt. Despite his mind telling him to scooch away, every other part of him told him to stay put, feeling Jonghyun’s breathing and warmth against him.

“So,” Jonghyun started. “Out of all of us, who did you miss the most?”

“From college?”

“Yeah. Who did you think about the most for these past eight years?” Jonghyun pressed his shoulder into Kibum’s. “And don’t just say me because I’m here. Be honest.”

“Well, it’s not the same without all us five–”

“Someone has a gun to your head and asking you to choose one. Who is it?” Jonghyun pressed even closer to Kibum, looking at him with a teasing smile. If he wanted him to be honest, then…

“You.”

“Really?” Jonghyun drew back to look at him, leaving Kibum’s shoulder cold. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean it,” Kibum said, not realizing until now fast his heart beat again. Clearing his throat, he carried on, “I kept thinking about when we went to the awards ceremony together.”

“Oh, that was fun,” Jonghyun said lazily, leaning back onto the couch and staring at the screen ahead of them. “You looked so good in your suit. Still do.”

Kibum felt the tips of his ears go hot. “You too,” he managed. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Jonghyun repeated, glancing now at Kibum.

Kibum found himself scooting closer to Jonghyun, back to their original position. “Who did you miss the most?”

“You.” Jonghyun looked up at Kibum, that sincerity still shining in his eyes. “I always wanted to text you or something. But I was scared that you had already moved on, lived your life, you know.” He inhaled deeply and added, “I was really so happy to see you at the ceremony that night.”

Kibum blinked at him. Did he really mean that much to an internationally famous singer who could have anything he ever wanted? “I was happy to see you too,” Kibum said honestly. He was surprised to notice that his voice was barely over a whisper.

Jonghyun cracked a soft smile, still looking up at Kibum with those deep eyes. Kibum felt himself being drawn closer and closer to them, to him. He leaned forward, watching Jonghyun’s face soften and his lips part slightly. Kibum had no control over himself and didn’t know what was happening as he continued leaning closer to Jonghyun, closing his eyes until–

A high-pitched whine snapped them both out of it. Kibum sat up straight, his spine snapping into place as Jonghyun jumped up from the couch, calling, “Roo? Roo? Where are you, girl? Do you need to pee?”

Kibum took a shuddering breath in. He had almost kissed Jonghyun. That’s what that was, and there was no denying it. He watched, frozen in place on the couch, as Jonghyun scooped Roo’s small figure up from the floor and chastised her lightly, “Roo, I let you out not too long ago. How much water did you drink, hm?” Then he stepped towards the balcony and slid open the doors, smacking her butt playfully as he set her down and watched her go.

Once he let her back in, he turned back towards Kibum, avoiding eye contact. “Uh, are you tired?”

“Yeah,” he half-lied. He felt more awake than ever, his heart beating out of his chest and his face flushed. But this was past his usual bedtime.

“I have a guest room you can take if you’d like,” Jonghyun motioned towards a door. “And my pajamas should fit since yours fit on me.”

“Right,” Kibum said, standing up roughly from the couch. His voice sounded rough to his own ears and he coughed to clear it. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool,” Jonghyun said gruffly, turning to speed into his bedroom. When he returned to Kibum, he pushed some pajamas into his arms without looking at him. “These are comfy.”

“Thanks,” Kibum said, taking the pajamas. He washed up in the bathroom and changed into the pajamas, just a regular worn-down t-shirt and some pants. The t-shirt was a bit big on him, but he brushed it off, knowing he didn’t have the same upper body build as Jonghyun. When he left the bathroom to head to bed, he bumped into Jonghyun in the hall. “Hey, Jjong.”

“Hey,” Jonghyun said, eyes scanning the pajamas on Kibum. His gaze lingered on the t-shirt and Kibum wanted to cover himself up with his arms. He felt like he was naked under Jonghyun’s gaze.

“Your shirt’s kinda big on me,” Kibum laughed awkwardly, edging his way past Jonghyun to finally make it into his room.

“No, it–” Jonghyun cleared his throat. “It looks good on you. Really.”

“Oh.” Kibum felt a real blush color his cheeks, and looked away, deciding to unpack that later. “Thanks, Jjong. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bummie.”

. . .

Kibum surveyed the party scene before him. It was dusk, the setting sun painting the sky in dancing purples and pinks. The lights from the candles and lanterns decorating the outdoor venue radiated a warm glow all around the bustling guests sitting around round tables covered in pristine white table cloths. Violins played softly in the distance.

Kibum adjusted his bowtie, then heard someone clinking a glass nearby, turning his head to the direction of the sound. There was Minho, handsomely dressed in a well-pressed suit and tie, holding up his glass of champagne to make a toast. The party quieted down as he began speaking, “Hello friends and family. As one of the best men, I figured I should say a few words congratulating the happy couple.” He shot a smile in Kibum’s direction.

“I met Kibum my freshman year. At first, we hated each other,” he laughed lightly, and so did the guests. “He was the pure opposite of me, but over time, after many forced interactions together, we became close friends.” He paused, looking at Kibum with a watery smile. “I met Jonghyun shortly after…”

Minho kept going but Kibum had stopped paying attention when he felt a warm hand rest on his on the table. He glanced to the side quizzically only to see Jonghyun, tears lining his eyes, but a wide and bright smile on his face as he looked back at Kibum.

Right, this was his and Jonghyun’s wedding.

“...and that year as roommates brought us closer than I would ever imagine. Our friendship never ended, even after years of not seeing each other, but after we reconnected, I knew Jonghyun and Kibum had found something special again. Their bond transcends time.” He raised his glass higher and cheered, “To my best friends! May they be happy together forever.”

Cheers and applause broke out amongst the guests, all while Kibum sat next to Jonghyun, hands linked together. Jonghyun squeezed Kibum’s hand impossibly tight and Kibum adjusted his so that he could squeeze back. After smiling and giving small bows to the guests, he leaned over and pecked Jonghyun quickly on the lips, grinning like an idiot when Jonghyun blinked in surprise and smiled in return, before pulling him in for a deeper and longer kiss.

“Leave that for tonight,” Taemin’s voice cut in from behind him, forcing Kibum to pull away, face flushed with the excitement of the night. Jonghyun looked even more out of breath. “This is the PG part,” he laughed.

Jinki then came over, patting Kibum on the back kindly. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was, “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP–”

Kibum snapped his eyes open. He was dreaming. The whole thing was just a dream, it was just something stupid from his subconscious that he just so happened to remember–

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

He slammed his hand down on his phone on the nightstand to shut off the noise. He had forgotten to turn off his weekday alarm. The time read 6 AM. Sighing deeply, he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes until he saw spots.

It was just a dream. That’s all it was.

But the feeling in his heart told him otherwise. It beat quickly at the memory of him kissing Jonghyun, aching with longing.

Fuck. He liked Jonghyun.

--END OF CHAPTER--

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Character development (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader)

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A/N: I don't know if any of you haven't seen or doesn't know what happens with Spencer in Season 8, but anyway: HUGE SPOILERS ALERT OF SEASON 8 of CRIMINAL MINDS.

Requested: Yes. "Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Matthew/reader one where the reader is watching criminal minds, and Maeve just died, and the reader is sad and finds out Matthew suggested that Maeve's character got killed off, and Matthew makes it up to her."

Summary: Gubler reaches home and finds a very depressed girlfriend waiting for him to talk about the bad things that had just happened to Spencer in that week's episode of Criminal Minds.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Well, spoilers of season 8 of CM, I think a curse or two, and that's it.

Wordcount: 1,6 K

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The whole house was in silence when Matthew walked in. That was weird. Since he and his girlfriend (Y/N) moved in together, he was greeted with laughter, music, hugs, and kisses every time he got home.

But not that day. Silence and darkness in the whole house were all that welcomed Matthew.

- "Bunny?"- he asked, frowning confused- "Are you home?"

But nothing. Only silence.

Matthew walked around the house. It was so quiet it was creepy.

- "(Y/N)?"

- "In here"- her voice was small, and it took Matthew a minute to find her, curled up on a couch. The tv screen was the only light in the whole room.

- "Hey, Bunny"- Gubler sat next to her and kissed her lips sweetly- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah,"- she whispered and cut him the worst smile ever- "Did you have fun with your friends today?"

- "Yeah, we had dinner, watched a movie. It was fun. What did you do?"- Gubler knew there was something wrong with his girlfriend, and he wasn't going to let it pass.

- "Nothing. I just watched tv."

- "And did something happen today at work?"- but (Y/N) shook her head- "Then why are you so sad? Your eyes are puffy, Bunny. What is it?"

- "It's honestly nothing. I just..."- (Y/N) turned off the tv and sighed- "I watched today's episode of Criminal Minds."

- "Oh..."- Matthew thought about it for a second until it finally hit him.

That week's episode was "Zugzwang," and he knew it would be a rough one for everybody. It had actually been hard to film. Reid's girlfriend would die right in front of him, and Matthew knew (Y/N) wasn't going to take that episode very well. Ok, no one would, but she really wanted Spencer to have a girlfriend, finally.

- "Oh... so, what did you think?"- (Y/N) looked at him and almost rolled her eyes.

- "Look at me, I've been crying for an hour,"- Gubler chuckled and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, cuddling her.

- "Come on, Bunny. It's just a tv show."

- "I know, but can you explain why Maeve had to die? why can't Spencie be happy?"

- "Why do you call him Spencie?"- Gubler frowned and looked at her confused, but she dismissed his question and pouted instead.

- "Honey, why did they decide to kill Maeve? Why didn't you argue against that stupid decision? Reid needs a girlfriend."

Matthew opened his mouth and was about to answer when he thought that might not be a real good idea. You see, it had been Matthew who suggested Maeve had to die in the most tragic way possible to make the storyline work.

At the time, it made sense for Gubler, but now, watching how his girlfriend had cried watching the episode, he wondered if they had maybe done it a little too sad.

- "Bunny, it's just a tv show. You know that right?"- he whispered and kissed her hands. (Y/N) nodded in silence and just stared at the empty space for a moment.

She knew it was just a tv show, and she understood it was stupid to be so profoundly affected by it. Still, at the same time, it was impossible not to feel moved by it, especially after watching Matthew impersonating Spencer crying with such sadness. It broke her soul. Literally, she felt something inside of her shattering as she watched him on the screen, sobbing. That was when she started crying along with Spencer.

- "I know it's silly but, though I know it's a tv show, and I know none of that is real, it still kind of hurt"- (Y/N) tried to explain- "Imagine any of that happened to us..."

- "Bunny, that won't happen to us. No one is going to kidnap us or hurt us, ok?"- Matthew smiled and kissed her hands one more time. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "I'm sorry, I know it's silly being this upset over something that ain't even real."

- "No, Bunny. I think it's cute"- Matthew was sincere, but (Y/N) felt pretty silly. She had spent the last hour and a half of her life crying over the death of a fictional character.

- "Just let's make sure I get over this impasse before I visit you on the set, 'cos I don't think I will be able to be cool around the writers of the show after this episode."

- "About that,"- Matthew bit his lips and decided to face the truth once for all- "Maeve's death might have been..."- but (Y/N)'s wide-opened eyes didn't let him finish talking. He just stared at her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear carefully.

- "Might have been what?"

- "My... idea."- Gubler murmured and looked at her, trying to read her reaction.

- "I'm sorry, what?!"- (Y/N) didn't move. She just stayed still, staring at Gubler, trying to understand what he had just said.

- "Ok, so don't get mad at me, but I only agreed to get on board on Spencer having a girlfriend if she died the most tragic way possible."

There was a deep and long silence between them after Gubler said those words. It was like (Y/N) couldn't believe what she had just heard, and Matthew tried to smile in a useless effort to ease the mood.

- "Why did you do that?"- (Y/N) finally whispered and tried to understand what her boyfriend was talking about.

- "Well, it was for character development. Reid's story is overall tragic, and his relationship with his girlfriend wasn't what we could call normal, right?"

(Y/N) stared at him, speechless. Reid was a fictional character portrayed by her boyfriend, but somehow he had become a beloved imaginary being they actually talked about.

- "What did Reid ever do to you? Why did he deserve this?"- (Y/N)'s voice was a whisper, and Gubler just stared at her. He wanted to kiss her cheeks and tickle her, to make her smile, 'cos he thought it was adorable how she reacted to the episode.

- "It just makes sense for the story"- Matthew leaned in and gave her a peck on the tip of the nose- "I'm sorry you got so sad. Was it my incredible acting that made it all so believable?"- he joked and kissed her cheek several times.

- "You looked miserable, Gub"- she whispered, still upset- "You were so convincing I cried along with you at the end."

- "I'm glad"- he stopped kissing her and looked t her, narrowing his eyes- "Not glad that you cried, I'm just glad you were convinced... I think"

- "It was a good episode, Gubler."

(Y/N) sighed and looked at him, still pouting. Matthew kissed her slowly, rubbing his lips against her and moving his tongue carefully, tasting her. He felt how her body relaxed at his touch and held her closer to him. When the kiss was over, and she had sighed, resting her forehead against his, Matthew whispered.

- "It's only a good episode for me if you like it, Bunny."

- "Yeah, well, I have the feeling you are gonna have to make it up to me for making me cry"- the way (Y/N) spoke made her sound like a spoiled kid, which she actually was around Gubler. He would always coddle her in every way possible.

- "Make it up to you how, Bunny?"- Matthew murmured in a lower voice, still holding her so close in his arms, she was now sitting on his lap.

- "I don't know... you can do stuff."

- "Stuff?"- Gubler repeated and kissed her again- "Stuff like what? I need more info"- (Y/N) giggled and hid her face on the crook of Matthew's neck, inhaling deeply.

- "I haven't had dinner yet."

- "What does my Bunny want to eat?"- Gubler replied in a second, running his hand up and down her back- "Pizza? Chinese? Thai? you love Thai food."

- "Gubler. I wanna eat Gubler,"- she whispered, biting his shoulder playfully, making him laugh.

- "You can't eat Gubler!"

- "Why not?! He's delicious!"- (Y/N) kissed Matthew's neck and licked it until a soft groan left his lips.

- "Don't start things you won't finish, Bunny"- she heard him saying, as his lips crushed against hers with lust.

Sometimes Matthew could manage to step from sweet, cute boyfriend to hungry, dominant animal in a second. (Y/N) never told him, but it was one of the many things she loved about him.

Matthew's hand roamed from her back to underneath her shirt in a second, unclasping her bra in a blink. (Y/N) could feel how he was getting hard underneath her legs and the urge in his lips. And it was just what she wanted.

- "Maybe you are right"- she whispered and ended their kiss- "Pizza would be better."

- "Really?"- Matthew looked at her with widened eyes, and (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle- "Why are you teasing me like this?"

- "It just makes sense for the story. It's for character development"- she answered, mocking his earlier answer about Criminal Minds. Gubler groaned, letting her go, just to look at her pleased smile.

- "You are really gonna make me pay for what happened to Maeve and Spencer, aren't you?"- and (Y/N) just nodded- "If it makes you feel better, I really felt miserable the day we shoot that scene."

- "I'm sure you did. And I felt miserable watching you being miserable."

- "It's the circle of life, Bunny"- Matthew leaned in and kissed her- "We should do something to feel better now."

Gubler winked at (Y/N), and she giggled. His hands reached for her hips and moved underneath her shirt again, playing with her skin.

- "You may be right about that, but dinner first."

- "Are you gonna eat Gubler?"- he asked her, biting his lips, looking incredibly hot.

- "Pizza for dinner"- she teased and kissed him for a second- "Gubler for dessert."

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 24)

Chapter 24 - Cooldown

Word count: 4.3k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hi! Just posting this here before I get ready for my presentation later :’) thank you for the love and support y’all <3

Hyunsuk closed the door behind him and saw both his dongsaengs staring at him with surprised looks on their faces.

“Hyunsuk-hyung,” the both of them said at the same time.

“Uhh, yeah, it’s me,” Hyunsuk said reluctantly, noticing that they both were still staring at him like as if he was some sort of alien entering the room.

Hyunsuk approached the both of them, sitting next to Jihoon on the floor, opposite Junkyu.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked Junkyu.

Junkyu nodded abruptly.

“That’s good then…right then, this is for you,” Hyunsuk said as he handed the paper bag in his hands to Junkyu.

“What’s this?”

“Your shirt. Y/n wanted to return it to you today,”

Junkyu grabbed the bag. Slowly, he opened the bag and sees his shirt folded neatly into a small fold. He pulled the shirt out of the bag, unravelling it from its fold.

The shirt smelled of warm cotton and semi-sweet citrus scent, Junkyu noted, also reminding him of you.

“Wow, that’s actually a nice scent. I wonder what detergent y/n uses,” Jihoon spoke up.

“Yeah it is…like her…” Junkyu said softly.

Hyunsuk lets out a groan as he stretched his arms upwards, relieving them from the stress and tension earlier.

Junkyu was about to keep the shirt into the paper bag when he noticed a small note inside it. He shakes the bag to let the note out.

Picking the note up, he read it out for them all to hear.

“Dear Junkyu, thank you for lending me your shirt. I’ve washed and pressed it so don’t worry, I promise you it wasn’t harmed or soiled in any way! Also, thank you…for accompanying me to my floor the other day. I was glad that we bumped into each other. I hope to talk more with you, and maybe hang out with you more often. Junkyu-aa, let’s be great friends! –Y/n”

Junkyu frowned at the note after reading it. “Silly…you’re making me feel even worse. You were looking forward to being friends with me…and here I am, hurting your feelings,” Junkyu mumbled to himself.

Jihoon and Hyunsuk exchanged glances with each other.

“Hey…what gives, though? Why’d you say all those stuff about y/n though?” Hyunsuk asked.

Junkyu places the note beside himself. He looked down at his fingers and fiddled with it for a while, unsure on how he is going to explain to his hyung about what happened.

“Uhh, Junkyu didn’t mean it though. He doesn’t think y/n is annoying. Right, Junkyu?” Jihoon spoke up, wanting to help his friend.

“Okay, but regardless of how he truly thinks of her—what made him spew out those words earlier? You do know that y/n heard it all, right?”

Junkyu blinked a couple times, and slowly he lifts his head up to look at his hyung in front of him.

“I…” he stopped. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.”

Hyunsuk lets out a sigh. “I’m not the one who needs to hear the apology, Junkyu. It’s Y/n.”

“I-I know. I just…hyung, I didn’t mean to. I really don’t,” Junkyu said, his voice sounding thin now.

Both Jihoon and Hyunsuk could tell that Junkyu was holding in his tears right now.

Hyunsuk didn’t want to be the one that makes Junkyu cry again, since he was pretty sure Junkyu had cried a handful before he came in—judging on his puffy eyes.

Hyunsuk reached out his hand to pat Junkyu’s knee, “Look, Junkyu. I’m not trying to put you down right now but…you should know, y/n cried because of what you said.” Hyunsuk paused as he noticed both Junkyu and Jihoon’s expressions changed. “And I’ll be honest, watching y/n cry kinda pains me, you know? So if you please—tell me why you’d say all those things if you don’t mean it?”

Jihoon glances at his best friend, giving him a nod.

Junkyu nodded back at Jihoon, realising that this time, he’d have to come clean.

“I…Hyung, I…Look, hyung,” Junkyu tried to speak but he couldn’t really form his sentences correctly because he was starting to feel nervous on what he was about to say.

“Aigoo Junkyu, just tell him.” Jihoon interrupted.

“Alright, alright.” Junkyu sat up straight and looked directly at Hyunsuk. “I was upset…when Yedam said Y/n and Chani looked like a couple.”

Hyunsuk kept quiet. He lifts his finger and scratched his chin before saying, “…and?”

“What do you mean, ‘and’?? I said all those things because I didn’t like how Yedam said y/n was probably dating Chani, hyung,”

“Junkyu, you do realise that that’s absurd right?” Hyunsuk chuckled. “Besides, Yedamie was probably joking,”

Junkyu shook his head profusely. “No, hyung. The rest were also agreeing with him!”

“Hey, hey. Chill it, I didn’t agree with him, you heard me.” Jihoon said, defending himself.

“Hyung…you’d understand why I lashed out. Sure, I was annoyed with Chani but—” Junkyu stopped himself, taking in some air before continuing, “but I might have accidentally lashed out towards Y/n…”

Hyunsuk shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

“I don’t know, Junkyu. I just feel like—”

“How could I not? He was clinging onto her every single day. And I had to watch them, every day, hyung. You would understand. I know you would,”

“Wait…are you saying you’re…jealous of Chani being close with Y/n?”

Junkyu’s eyes were teary again. He felt his face warming up, holding in the frustration that he had been keeping all this while from seeing you spending time with Chani.

“Junkyu, it’s okay, take deep breaths,” Jihoon reminded him.

Junkyu swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked down at his hands again. Is he about to say this? Even when he knows how Hyunsuk feels about you?

“Hyung…I like Y/n,” he said slowly.

Hyunsuk’s eyes widened slightly. “What?”

Jihoon scooted himself further from the both of them, deciding that it’s best if he doesn’t get involve with the discussion any further because it seems like it’s between the both of them now.

Junkyu nodded his head, his eyes still not looking at Hyunsuk.

“I—Junkyu…Are you sure?” Hyunsuk asked him back.

“I am. I like her. I really do,”

Hyunsuk closed his eyes and rubbed them.

Opening his eyes again, he said, “Yah, Kim Junkyu, what were you thinking?? If you like her, why’d you hurt her like that?!”

Junkyu was taken aback at how Hyunsuk was sounding right now.

Is Hyunsuk-hyung mad at him?

“Hyung, listen—” Junkyu began to say.

“If you like someone, you should treat them nicely, Junkyu.” Hyunsuk interrupts him.

Junkyu nodded in agreement, “I know! But hyung—”

“I don’t get why you would make her cry like that! Junkyu, I—” he paused. He shook his head again. “Listen to me, okay? You are going to apologise to y/n, and you’re going to start treating her like a person who really does like her, get it? If you like her, don’t go running around making her confused about it.”

“Hyung…”

“If you don’t watch yourself, you might lose her. I’m telling you, Junkyu, it could happen.”

“Hyung. I can’t…”

Hyunsuk scoffed at this. “Why not? You like her, don’t you? Then let her know about it Junkyu-aa,”

“I can’t! Not when I know you like her too!” Junkyu said louder this time, shocking both Hyunsuk and Jihoon.

Hyunsuk’s eyes widened. He fell silent.

“Why…why do you think I was holding back? I see how you look at her hyung. How you talk about her, how you worry about her. What makes you think none of us would notice it?! I just kept quiet about it because I figured at the time that you deserve her more than I do. I chose to like her just this way. I never chose to let her know about it. But you…you showed her affection.”

Hyunsuk wiped the single tear that flowed down his right cheek.

“And so hyung, I know. I’m not dense. We live in the same dorm for goodness’s sake. I saw how you squealed to yourself when you noticed y/n’s profile picture on the chat app changed that one time too.”

Hyunsuk felt his cheeks burn up. “Y-you saw that?”

Junkyu gave him a look, one of his eyebrows raised. “Please, hyung. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar that time. And you literally squealed ‘Ahh y/n changed her display picture! She looks so cute!!’”

Jihoon lets out a snicker behind Hyunsuk, finding it how funny it sounds when Junkyu tried to imitate Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk pouts at this. “Yah. You didn’t have to re-enact what I did though. It’s embarrassing enough that you know I like her,”

Junkyu’s lips curled upward slightly, amused by his hyung’s shy behaviour.

“So…what do we do now?” Jihoon asked.

“Well…” Junkyu said, not finishing his sentence.

There was a moment of silence in the room, Hyunsuk looking down at his feet as he tries to think of what to say.

Jihoon watched as both Junkyu and Hyunsuk stared into space, trying to think of a way to not make a mess out of this.

Slowly, Hyunsuk lifts up his head to look at the guy in front of him. He opens his mouth to say, “I think Junkyu should just come clean about how he feels towards y/n. No more pushing her away, no lashing out on her, no more scowling at her whenever someone mentions Chani’s name,”

Junkyu raised both his eyebrows.

“But hyung…does that mean…” Jihoon said.

Hyunsuk chuckled softly, his eyes looking down again for a second.

He thought, that even if he would lose you to someone…it would be better if he lost to Junkyu. Who was he to bluff to himself? He saw how you cried over Junkyu. You looked…heartbroken. Maybe, maybe it’s best to let Junkyu be with you instead…

Hyunsuk got up on his feet and walked towards Junkyu. He places a hand on Junkyu’s shoulder. “Yeah. I’m giving Junkyu the chance to…pursue y/n.”

“Hyung…” Jihoon said, a sad tone in his voice.

“I mean, I may have liked her first but Junkyu may have like her more than I do. I mean look at you! You literally cried over her!” Hyunsuk said as he forced out a laugh.

Junkyu pushed his hyung’s hand off his shoulder, embarrassed by what he said.

“Y-yah! You would cry too if you knew you hurt her like I did!”

“Sure, sure,” Hyunsuk smiled meekly at him. “But you better watch your back, Junkyu. If you hurt her again, I might just swoop in and take her away from you,” he added in a joking tone.

--Nope, he isn’t joking though.

“I get it, I get it. Don’t threaten me that way.”

“Now get up and go apologise to y/n for goodness’s sake,” he urged.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get up now,” Junkyu said as he gets up from his bed.

“And hyung,” Junkyu says, making Hyunsuk turn to him again.

“Thank you.”

Hyunsuk smiles at him and pats his back. “Don’t worry about me,” he was also saying this as a mental note to himself—not to worry too much about what’s happening now.

Junkyu nods his head and walks up towards his door.

Strangely, he remembered Hyunsuk-hyung closing the door when he entered. But the door was opened slightly right now. Junkyu pulled the knob on the door to open it wider, and there stood Yedam with a startled expression on his face.

“Yedam?”

“I uh, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just didn’t want to interrupt you all. Your conversation sounded important so I uh,” Yedam shakes his head realising that his explanation wasn’t important right now. “Okay, no, I didn’t come here for this.”

Junkyu tilts his head slightly.

“Hyung! Y/n left!” he said, a slight hitch to his voice.

“What?!” All the three who were in the room said.

 *

 Treasure Dorm #1 (Living Room)

It had only been a minute or two after Yedam left the living room to go tell the leaders about you leaving but Junghwan was already growing impatient.

What happened? Why did you look so sad? Did someone yell at you? But that was impossible, if someone did yell, he would’ve heard it, no?

Junghwan got up from where he was sitting and decided to just head towards the kitchen. Maybe he’d be able to get the answers to what was going on from there quicker.

 Treasure Dorm #1 (Kitchen)

“Maybe he was just joking…” Yoshi said to Mashiho, who was still stirring the almost-boiling soup with the wooden ladle in his left hand.

Mashiho shrugged at his hyung. “I’m not so sure, either. He just sounded upset, that’s all,”

Doyoung shook his head at the both of them. “He didn’t just sound upset, he looked upset too,”

Yoshi hummed in response, a little confused on how their ever so cheerful Junkyu would lash out like that.

Doyoung grabbed the white bowl he had prepared earlier and approached Mashiho who was already tasting the jjigae by now.

By the time Mashiho turned off the stove in front of him, the three of them heard footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Oh? Junghwan!” Yoshi greeted the maknae who had just entered.

Junghwan smiled a little at his hyungs.

Yoshi was then suddenly reminded of why he had gone to the kitchen in the first place. “Ah! I almost forgot!” He rushed to pick up a clean glass and poured some water into it.

He walked over towards Junghwan and handed the glass over to the maknae, “Junghwan, could you pass this to y/n? I totally forgot about it, I’m so sorry,”

Junghwan received the glass of water in his hands and stared at it for a while.

“Junghwan? Are you okay?” Doyoung asked this time, noticing their youngest brother looking somewhat troubled.

Junghwan lets out a sigh and places the glass of water onto the table in front of him. “Hyung…noona left our house already.”

“What?” Yoshi asked, surprised.

Mashiho and Doyoung looked at each other briefly before turning their attention back to Junghwan.

“Someone…please…tell me what happened. Y/n-noona looked so sad I just—I couldn’t bear watching her like that. She’s never looked that sad before. Never once she looked that sad throughout the time we’ve known her.”

“Junghwan-aa, it’s none of our concern, okay? What happened was between Junkyu-hyung and Y/n, okay?” Doyoung assured the maknae.

Mashiho nods at this. “Yup, we should just give them time to work things out. I don’t think we should meddle with what happened,”

“So…it was something that Junkyu-hyung did?” Junghwan probed.

“No, no. He didn’t do anything to her. He just…said some stuff.”

“Tsk. You guys are sounding like Yedam-hyung now. He wouldn’t tell us what happened too.”

Yoshi approached Junghwan and pats his back. “Now, now. Junghwan-aa don’t worry too much, okay? Of course we’ll tell you what happened.”

“Then tell me!” Junghwan said, his voice raising, making his hyungs startled.

“Junghwan…” Doyoung said.

“What did Junkyu-hyung say to Y/n-noona, hyung??”

All three of the elder members in the kitchen exchanged looks with one another. Should they even tell him what went down?

 *

 (Apartment Block / 16th Floor)

Junghwan rushed out of Hyunsuk-hyung’s dorm, struggling to put on his shoes as he hurried out the door.

His heart was beating fast as his pace quickens through the hallway of the apartment’s corridor.

She couldn’t have gone far, could she?

Junghwan headed towards the path that leads towards the elevators.

As he was slowing down, thinking you might have left for good, he saw a figure not too far at the end of the corridor.

Could that be y/n-noona?

Junghwan decided to run towards the figure to make sure—making him almost trip from his untied shoelaces.

Junghwan looked down at his shoes and grumbled to himself for forgetting to tie the laces up.

He knelt down and hurriedly ties up his laces, his eyes looking up to make sure the figure not leaving the spot not far from him.

“Junkyu-hyung…might have said something that made y/n cry…”, he remembered Mashiho-hyung saying to him earlier, although he looked reluctant in telling Junghwan about it.

Junghwan stood up and proceeds speed-walking towards the figure, and soon enough as he was getting close, he realised it was indeed you.

He stopped in his tracks, realising that you were kneeling on the ground. He could hear the faint sobs coming from you.

“Junkyu-hyung was upset you see, and he kind of…said y/n is annoying,”

“Junghwan! Where are you going?? Come back here!”

“Junghwan-aa! It’s not our business to meddle!”

His hyung’s voices echoed in his ears as he recalled what they said to him. How they reacted when they saw him slamming his palm onto the table and leaving the kitchen in a rush.

“Y/n-noona…is not annoying…” he muttered to himself as his footsteps slowly approached you.

He was really near now. Your back was facing him.

Even from your back, he could tell you were wiping away your tears by now. He heard you take a sharp breath in and releasing it before you slowly got up on your feet.

He realised that you were leaving now.

If he lets you go, would he get to see you again after this? What if you decided to not get close with them anymore? Would he lose you completely then? That’s not possible, right? He felt closest with you, his favourite noona. There’s no way…you would stop talking to him, right?

Junghwan’s thoughts were running around in circles by now. And by the time he noticed you were already stepping forward from your spot, he didn’t think any further before pulling you into his arms from behind.

He hugged your waist, his chin resting above your head. He could smell the faint smell of your strawberry-yogurt shampoo from this angle.

He felt your body stiffened and he realised that he should say something now, just in case you might think of him as a creep harassing her.

“You’re not annoying. You were never annoying. He’s stupid to think of you that way.”

He hugged you tighter now, feeling your sadness seep through his vein now that he could hear your loud heartbeats.

“You…you’re so nice to us. You don’t deserve to be told as annoying at all,” he added, a sad tone emitting from his mouth.

Junghwan felt your body eased into his arms, no longer stiff from the sudden action he did. He felt your hand resting on his, patting him gently now.

“Junghwan…is that you…?” You asked him softly.

Junghwan nods behind you, his chin bopping your head as he does this.

You slowly released yourself from his embrace, turning around to face him.

The both of you were surprised to see each other, noticing how the both of you looked like you were close to crying.

You held Junghwan’s hands in yours and looked at it as you said, “Your hands are so cold. It’s windy nowadays. Why didn’t you put on your hoodie or jacket?”

“Noona…are you thinking of leaving us for good?” He asked back, ignoring your question.

You chuckled softly and sniffled before answering him, “What? What do you mean by that?”

“You’re…you’re not annoying noona! You’re not! You’re the best noona I’ve ever known. Please don’t leave us.”

“Junghwan…I’m not—”

Junghwan interrupts you again, “No. Promise me. Promise you won’t,” he paused as he looks down and you noticed teardrops falling onto the floor.

“Junghwan…”

“I was so happy I met you. Every day you would text me telling me to take care and eat well. And when I have some songs that I started practicing, you would always respond honestly whenever I send you voice notes.” Junghwan shakes his head before continuing, “Everyday—every day I would always tell you what happened at school, what I ate, what I did. You would always check up on me too! How can I—How can I even imagine to lose you and not have you talking to me ever again??”

This time, it was Junghwan who was sobbing.

You felt your eyes tear up again, seeing him cry. You wrapped your arms around his tall figure and hugged him. You rubbed his back gently.

“Junghwan…are you crazy? Why would I ever risk losing what we had? You’re my favourite dongsaeng too. You were the only person who texted me back and forth every single time too, every single day,” you giggled softly as your tears flowed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Junghwan. For being such a great dongsaeng,” you whispered to him.

Junghwan hugged you tightly and sobbed harder. “I love you, noona. I’m so sorry Junkyu-hyung said those things to you. They’re not true, I’m telling you,”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Even if it’s true, it’s okay,”

You let go of him, making him release you from his arms as well.

You looked up at his face and cooed, “Aigoo. Look at this poor baby. You cried so hard,” you wiped his tears with your hands and he chuckles at your mother-like tone.

“You cried too, noona,” he said as he wiped the stray teardrop on your chin.

You giggled slightly. “Now…I’d like to head home and drink some warm tea.”

Junghwan hurriedly gripped onto your sleeve.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Um…I uh…”

“You wanna come along?” You asked him.

Junghwan nods at you and you smiled softly at him.

“Alright then. Let’s get ourselves warmed up, okay? It’s chilly out here!” You said as started walking towards the elevators, with Junghwan tagging behind you.

 *

 (YGE Building / Monday)

The weekend passed by with a swift. In the sum of those two days, you’ve received endless texts from the Treasure members, most of them checking up on you, some making small chat with you, and you responded to all of them. Well, all…except one.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry…”

Those were the words that you received from Junkyu, and yet you still haven’t replied to it.

Why?

Well, you were obviously still disheartened by the fact that he had called you annoying in front of your friends and yet he had the heart to apologise with such a short text??

What you didn’t know was that Junkyu had numerously convinced his hyungs that he prefers to talk over matters like this face-to-face when they urged him to apologise to you properly. He wasn’t the type to talk about these things through the phone, obviously. This is way too important for him to simply just say over the phone. He told himself that he would find a way to talk to you when Monday comes.

And that day has finally came, today.

You covered your mouth with your hand as you yawned silently, your heels clacking as you walked towards the main meeting room on the 5th floor now.

The tutor sessions have finally ended and now you’re back to working with your Comms Team from your own company, and truthfully, you were glad to see the people from your own company’s team again.

As you stepped into the door, you were greeted with a smile from your Team Leader, Soomin.

Your smile widened when you saw her. Gosh, how much you’ve missed your team leader. Working with her was so much fun compared to you being a mentor, you thought to yourself.

You pulled out a chair from the large meeting table, sitting yourself comfortably as you wait for the rest of the team to arrive.

You heard the chair next to you being pulled.

You turned around and saw Chani sitting himself beside you, a serious look on his face.

You shrugged to yourself, as you realised that this was one of those rare times Chani actually looked focused and serious in his job. It could also be because Bomin was in the meeting room too, though.

You were about to focus back to the front of the room when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hm? What is it, Chani?”

“You look…different today. Did you change something?” he whispered as he leaned in close to you.

“What? No. I mean, I guess I did change my lip colour today—” you said as you turned to face him.

“Nah, it’s not that,” he said. He stared at you for a couple seconds before saying, “Hmm. Your complexion looks different. Are you sick?”

You shook your head. “No, silly. I’m fine,” you giggled slightly.

Chani leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms. “Hmm…but you do look different…”

You rolled your eyes at him and smiled at his paranoia.

“Wait—I got it. Have you been crying?”

Your smile faded immediately.

Seeing how your expression fell when he mentioned this, he knew he was right.

“Heyy, what’s up? What happened? What made you cry this much?” His tone softened.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked him back.

“Well. Your eyes looked kind of puffy, and they were sparkling differently today too,”

You looked away from his eyes, noticing he was scanning your face now. You didn’t want to tell him what happened, especially since you were sure you would start crying all over again.

And to make things worse, you knew you’re still sad from what happened. Not only because he called you annoying, not because he said sorry so casually over text; but because you knew, for sure, that you’re catching feelings for this guy and yet he’s probably tired of seeing you around him and his friends all the time.

You were about to let yourself delve back into the bitter memory of how you and Junkyu spent time talking back then when Bomin’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Alright. Since everyone’s here, shall we start with our agenda for today? Would someone care to recite the minutes from the previous meeting?” Bomin said as he looked around the room.

You took a deep breath and pulled yourself back to focus on the meeting. You have to stay focused today. After all, your job was the only way for you to distract yourself from thinking about him.

 To be continued…

[kikyan]

~Pop goes [Y/n]~

Yandere! Laughing Jack x Female!Reader

“ Hey [Y/N]?” 

“ Yes, dear old brother of mine?” 

“ I finally made a friend. . .” 

“ Oh? What does this friend look like? What’s his name?” 

“ Well his name is Laughing Jack and he is a clown!” 

“ Oh, a clown? I love clowns!! When can I meet him!” 

“ He’s my friend [Y/N]. . .” 

[Y/N] little brother whined as he looked at his sister hanging upside down from the tree in their backyard. [Y/N] wasn’t like most girls, while most girls would ignore their brother, younger or older [Y/N] didn’t. She absolutely adored her younger brother Zach. 

“ I’m not trying to take away your friend silly!! I just want to meet him!! How does he look?” 

“ Well. . . he is super tall and is black and white all over. Plus he-” 

“ Wait. He is black and white?” 

“ Yes, dummy if you listened-” 

“ Why isn’t he colorful like the rest of the clowns we’ve seen?” 

“ I don’t know but I can ask him!” 

“ Please do because I am curious! Can’t keep me in suspense now can you?” 

Jumping down from the tree [Y/N] fixed her clothing which consisted of jeans and a hoodie, complementing the cold temperatures plaguing her small town. Fixing her hair so it wasn’t in the way, [Y/N] ran to engulf Zach in a hug as she twirled him around laughing, causing Zach to smile and laugh as well. 

“ You know I love you right Zach!” 

“ Of course! You tell me that everyday sister!” 

“ Well, I don’t want you to forget okay! Now let’s go back inside because I am freezing out here and I know that we are both craving some food right about now.” 

“ Okay [Y/N]! Also, Jack told me that he doesn’t have color because he isn’t like most clowns!” 

“ Well, that’s interesting, we don’t attack creativity or originality so that’s good!” 

~~ 

“ YOU’RE LEAVING US!” 

“ I CAN’T STAND IT HERE WITH YOU ANYMORE!” 

“ OH SO FUCK YOUR WIFE AND KIDS HUH? YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO GET A JOB RIGHT? NOW YOU’RE LEAVING ME AND THE KIDS FOR THAT WHORE!” 

“ DON’T INSULT HER LIKE THAT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE A LITTLE LATER THAN USUAL! BESIDES, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE ENOUGH PEOPLE TO SUSTAIN YOU!” 

“ WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” 

“ MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WHORING AROUND MAYBE WE WOULDN’T BE HERE!” 

“ AND THE KIDS?” 

“ YOU BIRTHED THEM NOT ME! YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE!” 

As the screaming raged on [Y/N] Zach close by as he was sobbing in the hug. Asking his big sister why their parents were arguing and why they were screaming, most importantly why they were hiding but [Y/N] only smiled as she laughed and placed a kiss on Zach’s forehead. 

“ It’s okay Zach! Remember the song I taught you, “ Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel!” 

Zach nodded before singing as soft gasps came out as he tried to calm his breathing and stop his crying as he sang with [Y/N]. Soon after the screams ended  [Y/N] smiled as Zach fell asleep with his cheeks all puffy and slightly red. Kissing his forehead slightly, [Y/N] whispered as she promised Zach a promise that she has yet to break. 

“ I’ll protect you Zach, I swear it. Nothing and  no one will harm you for as long as I live.” 

The next day [Y/N] woke up with Zach’s hand holding her own as she guided him down the stairs after brushing their teeth in the morning. [Y/N] smiled as she and Zach both jumped down from the second step to the floor, giggling a bit as they skipped over to the kitchen. To their surprise, their mother was already up and running cursing small curses as she tried to make breakfast for her kids. 

“ You kids are awake! Great I have an interview at 9 and it’s 8:45! [Y/N], you can finish the rest of the breakfast right? Remember chores first and games later okay! See you soon!” 

Their mother ran as she hurriedly put on her heels and grabbed her purse, exiting the house soon enough. [Y/N] stood holding the spoon that was used to mix the contents of a pot wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. 

“ Um. . . Zach, sit at the table and I’ll make us breakfast okay!” 

“ Okay [Y/N].” 

[Y/N] grabbed a chair and climbed it to peek at the contents, it was just oatmeal but it couldn’t be that hard to make, could it? She simply got the container and read the directions making sure to follow it correctly. After making the food [Y/N] served it and handed a plate to Zach and placed hers next to him. 

“  [Y/N] I’m thirsty.” 

“ I think we have some spare orange juice, I’ll see if I can find it.” 

Going to the fridge [Y/N] opened it and found a small bottle of orange juice that was filled enough for both of them to drink from. As she made it back she served her brother a cup of juice which he drank rapidly. [Y/N] only smiled as she picked up her own spoon only for Zach to say, “ [Y/N] my food is hot. Can you blow on it?” 

Sighing a bit she laughed and picked up the spoon blowing on it slightly to cool down the oatmeal and decided to play around with it. 

“ Zach! Here comes the airplane!” 

Making childish sound, ‘vrooom’, ‘ Zooom’ she spoonfed Zach the oatmeal she prepared, it seemed like the disaster that occurred yesterday was being drowned out of the laughter of Zach as he enjoyed playing with his older sister. 

~~ 

“ [Y/N] I’m hungry.” 

“ Hold on Zach if we could rush cooking trust me I would, I am starving.” 

“ Jack gave me some candy that I could have.” 

“ And he didn’t give me some? I am offended.” 

“ Because you are a girl [Y/N]” 

“ That does not make sense but okay I guess, treasure your candy and I’ll treasure our dinner.” 

“ Wait, I want to eat dinner too!” 

“ You already have candy Zach, you can’t have dinner if you have candy!” 

“ O-okay! I’ll put it away!” 

“ I’m just playing Zach but if you have candy before dinner it will give you a tummy ache, and you won’t enjoy candy if you do that.” 

“ Hmm... Okay [Y/N]” 

Mixing around the chicken noodle soup [Y/N] pondered and thought where her brother got the candy from. He said Jack gave it to him, but Jack wasn’t real was he? Unless. . .

“ Hey Zach, question what kind of Candy did Jack give you?” 

“ Hm. . . not sure all I know is that they are colorful though. I would share but Jack doesn’t want you to have any.” 

“ Hmph! Fine! That’s fine, I guess I won’t share my soup with him either! His loss. . .” 

At the sound of this sarcastic remark, Zach jumped up to say, “ H-he says that he can’t give you candy because you aren’t special but your soup looks tasty!” 

“ Oh? Well, thanks for the compliment Jack but it’s a shame that I’m not special enough for candy. If there is extra feel free to take some soup I guess.” 

[Y/N] began to serve dinner with a pondering thought. ‘That candy came from nowhere so it’s only safe to assume that Zach is lying or Jack is real, what did he mean by special? There isn’t much difference between me and Zach aside from age, I would say the both of us have vivid imaginations and similar personality. Wait! Could it be age? I’m gonna have to keep Zach close by... .until I get to the bottom of what’s happening.’ 

[ Y/N only stared at Zach eat the soup with a smile on his face, Zach was the only reason [Y/N] could even smile in this world. 

~ 

“ Brush your teeth?” 

“ Yes.”

“ Wash your face?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ Ready for bed?” 

“ Yes- WAIT! NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” 

“ Keep it down Zach! Before the neighbors come after my as- I mean come complain!” 

“ Were you about to say a naughty word?” 

“ Yes, but I didn’t. Anyway’s we are having a sibling sleepover because mom isn’t coming home till late so.” 

“ Yay! Does that mean I get to cuddle next to that bear dad got you?” 

“ Yes, yes it does. Now onward child to my room!” 

“ Yay! Wait, Jack is asking why I can’t sleep by myself.” 

“ Well, Yah see Jack, Zach and I have sibling sleepovers that not even mom can stop so, it’s a tradition and I will be shook if it ends now!”  

“ What does that mean?” 

“ It’s best if thy don’t know!” 

“ Hmph! Rude.” 

“ I-, okay well someone ain’t getting cuddles!” 

“ Aww C’mon!” 

“ Well hurry to bed.” 

“ Okay, wait,  Jack where are you going?” 

“ Is Jack leaving or something?” 

“ He said he is going to walk around the house.” 

“ Huh, okay just make sure to watch out for some steps.” el

Suddenly, sleep overcame everyone as Zach cuddled into [Y/N] as [Y/N] only stared in horror as she saw the silhouette of another being, assuming they are only staring at them. It was a tall-skinned being with shaggy hair. [Y/N] could not see who or what it was but she tried to steady her breathing and make it seem like  she was already sleeping. 

Suddenly the being began to move and [Y/N] closed her eyes and clutched onto Zach tighter afraid that this being would harm Zach. The being shifted and officially left the room and began going down the stairs only to briefly pause, before stepping over a step and continuing his way down. 

‘ He knew about the step, he knew the stairs had strange steps! Either he was here for some time inside the house already or he is Jack!’ 

[Y/N] stayed awake for some time before succumbing into a deep sleep, not before staring into the eyes of a tall-skinned monochrome man resembling that of a clown. 

~~ 

“ Hey Mom, I’m sorry to bug you but will you be gone all week, at night that is?” 

“ Yes, but why do you wanna know that sweetie?” 

“ Well, let’s just say that Zach really misses you and stuff.” 

“ Zach has you right?” 

“ Well yeah but having a mother seems better, I’m not saying I don’t like taking care of Zach but it’s just that maybe it would be safer if you got here earlier. What in case someone breaks in or something?” 

“ This is a good neighborhood so I doubt that, besides you have the next door neighbors in case of anything so don’t worry. On top of that, why do you ask now? What happened all of the sudden?” 

“ Nevermind mom, I get it, you have to work and I’ll just try my hardest okay! Have a safe day today mom!” 

“ Okay sweetie, remember get Zach to school and you too okay! Bye! Call me or the neighbors if you need something!” 

As [Y/N]’s mom left for work once again in the morning, [Y/N] pondered on the thought that again, like always nothing changed. 

~~ 

“ You have your lunch right?” 

“ Yes!!” 

“ Okay good boy Zach! Now off we go to school, I’ll pick you up after my school okay?” 

“ Okay! Does that mean we can play later after school?” 

“ Of course silly!” 

“ Hey don’t call me that [Y/N]!” 

“ Okay, if you say so, but also if you get good grades! Don’t forget to be nice to ‘ Everyone. . .’.” 

“ But I am!” 

“ Okay but why did you fight with that kid named Tommy?” 

“ He said that the boys had to take care of the girls and that I was a baby because you still took care of me!” 

“ Zach. Let me say something.” 

[Y/N] crouched down to meet her brothers height as she began to speak. 

“ Zach, mom is a girl and she takes care of the both of us! Does that make us babies?” 

“ W-well n-no” 

“ I am your older sister so I have to take care of the younger people! Does that make you a baby?” 

“ No. . .” 

“ You’re not a baby Zach. . . in fact I think you’re a strong boy! Who saved me from the pirates? Who saved me defeat the giant in the backyard?” 

“ I did!” 

“ Exactly, now would a baby be able to do that?” 

“ You’re right [Y/N]! Thanks. . . you really are the best sister in the whole world!!” 

“ I know I am! Now get to school before we both get in trouble-” 

Zach began to run across the field to get to his class as [Y/N] ran to get to her class before her teacher called roll. Upon entering her classroom she was met with her teacher calling roll, luckily, [Y/N] name hadn't been called and she quickly sat down. 

“ I feel so bad for her. . .she was telling me how much she liked that kitty she got. On top of that all those spooky things going around her house.” 

Feeling intrigued, [Y/N] asked about the so called ‘spooky’ things occuring. 

“ Well, Sarah. You know Sarah right? Well, anyways her cat was found last night hanging from the tree, cut open and was spilling some form of candy. It was so gross and Sarah was crying and crying. Her little sister was horrified but Sarah said that all these weird things happened ever since her little sister got a new friend.” 

“ A new friend?” 

“ Yeah, Sarah thinks it was an imaginary friend at first but then her little sister started appearing with treats and whatnot, just something that an imaginary friend wouldn’t do, but she just assumed that her friend was some neighbors kid or a homeless. Anyway, that’s all I know.” 

“ O-o-oh, well if you have Sarah’s number let her know that she has my condolences.” 

“ Of course! Oh wait! [Y/N] don’t you have a little brother?” 

“ Yes I do.” 

“ Has anything strange has been happening so far?” 

“ Well not really we both have a vivid imagination so it shouldn’t be much.” 

“ I see. . . take care of him okay? If it is someone, make sure to keep him safe. There are a lot of strange closeted freaks around here.” 

“ O-oh. . . yea of course! Nothing is going to happen, over my dead body!” 

After class was done, [Y/N] took out her phone and began to search for anything occurring matching those descriptions. 

‘ What would make a good search that might get me something other than clown giving candy’ 

[ Y/N] laughed at her search idea but dismissed it as she remembered that this was important and began to continue searching. 

‘ Hmmm. . . animals dead cut open spilling candy?’ 

“ that might work” 

Once hitting the go button she was met with grotesque images but nothing of the sort. Sighing she tried maybe searching for a more personal thing. 

‘ Black and White imaginary clown’ 

Some lazy articles were present but one that caught her eye was, “ WOMAN CLAIMS HER SON WAS MUR. . . .” 

Without thinking, [Y/N] clicked on the link and was sent to an article talking about a woman who claimed her son was murdered by a monochrome clown. It talked about how the mother had a son named James who told her he had an imaginary friend. However later that day she had a nightmare, of other children in a fair playground. Her son was given candy by his friend but she thought he was lying. Later that day the dog was murdered, cut with candy spilling out. She ran and alerted the neighbors, the cops telling her that it was a robbery, but she swore that everything was locked. The next day she kept her son in, setting a baby monitor to listen for anything strange, but suddenly she claimed her son was killed and nailed onto the wall. She tried to kill the clown except she stabbed her son on accident. She is now in a criminally insane institute and someone keeps playing, “ Pop Goes The Weasel,” outside her room. 

“ Well damn, this clown is one fucked up clown.” 

[Y/N] put her phone away and began to think. The mother found out and after 3 days her son died. This is strange, if this follows a pattern, this is the second day and something should be dead spilling candy late at night. We don’t have an animal so I don’t think that’s gonna happen, but if he improvises, well damn. She checked her phone and link again to find out the clowns name, “ Laughing Jack.” 

‘ Shit. . . it’s the same name as Zach’s friend. . .no doubt about it. This is the same clown we both are dealing with. I swear. . . Zach will not die by his hand!’ 

~~ 

“ I’m sorry [Y/N], but he called you a naughty word and I got mad.” 

[ Y/N] tried to hold back her laughter when she went to pick up her brother that day. According to the teacher, Zach and Tommy got into a fight because Tommy called out a bitch and you just had to laugh. Yet, it was a cute sight to see your brother defend you. Zach kicked Tommy in a certain place, normally Zach would be in trouble but other kids heard what Tommy said so it outweighed the crime. 

“ It’s okay Zach, you tried to help me and that’s all that matters. By the way, did you really kick him there?” 

“ Yes, I know you told me never to hit there but I had too!” 

“ just between us, good job!” 

“ Thank you [Y/N].” 

Walking down until they reached their house, [Y/N] told Zach to put away his things before coming downstairs for lunch. As [Y/N] was preparing a meal she began to think of Jack. If Sarah’s sister happened to have the same friend that would explain where Jack was always leaving to. It all started to make sense, but if her cat died yesterday that would mean that Jack would. . . no he wouldn’t. He would need also need to kill an animal and give it to us, but what if he works differently and there is no pattern? I mean she was the only witness I remember even being on the web. 

“ [Y/N]! What are we eating?” 

‘ I mustn’t think like that, Sarah will be safe, her sister will be safe. Everything will be fine. . .’ 

“ Anything you want Zach. . .” 

~~ 

Setting in a nice room and sleeping, what could go wrong. A loud clunk was heard, waking the siblings with a jolt. This scared Zach, but for [Y/N] she was both scared and glad. If It was jack then luckily Sarah’s sister was safe, but if it wasn’t Jack that would mean that it was a robber and that Jack was going after Sarah’s sister. 

“ [Y/N]. . . what was that? I-is m-m-mom back?” 

“ Stay here Zach!” 

[Y/N] was walking in silence, avoided the step that made noise, and walked down only to hear Zach come down the steps and whisper, “ [Y/N] the bear dad got you is gone!” 

‘ An animal. . .” 

[Y/N] sprinted down and ran the steps to see her teddy bear, the giant one her dad got her for her birthday before he left hanging from the ceiling fan, with candy spilling out. Relief washed over her as she realized that Sarah’s sister would be okay if it weren’t for Zach screaming, alerting his sister to his side. [Y/N]’s eyes widened at the sight, a red liquid. . . ‘ Blood?’ except followed by the blood were a pair of eyes, blue eyes like those of Sarah, small baby teeth, and a tongue. [Y/N] wasted no time and grabbed her brother and ran to the neighbors calling their mother and the police. 

No doubt about it, the police said the same thing. It was probably a robber, but they warned their mother that she shouldn’t leave her children like that alone ever again or CPS would be involved. Their mother thanked them and apologized to the officers along with the neighbors for staying awake and taking care of the children. The police went inside the home to recover the bear and the organs, explaining how they might be connected to a murder that happened recently, right across the street from them, two blocks down. At the sound of this, [Y/N] panicked and asked if the victim was a little girl, blue eyes, light brown hair, an older sister, etc. The officers were surprised and suspicious of [Y/N] for knowing a lot of info and began to question the girl. 

“ How do you know that?” 

“ I heard about some strange things occurring at her house, you see she is one of my classmates and I'm worried! Was it her?” 

“ Y-yes it was, but the conclusion we came to would be that the person who did it probably tried to scare you too and they snuck in to display what you saw in your house. You will be questioned later but be safe. Parts of the crime scene were found in your home, either you’re the next or its someone who gets a kick out of these displays.” 

“ Thank you officer and of course, you will be informed if anything changes!” [Y/N]’s mother apologized and thanked them once more. The house was secure and they could return, the only shocking thing was that Zach was speaking to Jack again. Zach was a little uncomfortable that jack arrived a little later after all this happened and that he was laughing. Zach just kept asking Jack where he was and if he was okay. 

[Y/N]’s mother was a little confused but rushed her children inside the house. [Y/N] walked over to her mom and they began to talk, mostly about the incident. 

“ Mom, hey. . . I think it’s best if me and Zach stay home. . .” 

“ I want you to go to school, it’s safer.” 

“ If someone did some inside the house to scare us, let’s say we are next. That means that they might stalk us and if we go to school, which means that will find out where we are will only lead to more danger.” 

“ If you stay home where he might come back you’ll be in more danger, [Y/N] listen to me, it’s not that hard to listen to your mother is it?” 

“ Why can’t you take the day off and take care of us? You always come home late, ever think that maybe we are more in danger because of that?” 

“ No need to raise your voice nor get sassy! As your mother I am doing the best I can for you guys but if you want to complain then complain to someone else because I am sure we are all shaken up after these events-” 

“ If you were around the house more you would know! Ask your boss, I am sure she will be okay with you staying home or coming home back earlier-” 

“ I bring food to this table, to this home by working more hours! If you had a job then maybe you would understand how difficult it is-” 

“ I do have a job and that’s being the mom you FAILED TO BE!” 

‘ slap’ 

“ I DON’T EVER WANT YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME YOU HEAR!” 

Zach came down the stairs and ran to [Y/N]’s side in fear for her. Their mother sighed and told Zach to go back upstairs to sleep, but Zach refused. [Y/N] laughed a little before grabbing Zach and saying, “ No wonder Dad wanted full custody of us. . .” 

“ W-WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?” 

“ I said what I had to say! Dad saw that you could never be a good mom and look, I am that proof! Who is playing house now?” 

[Y/N] tucked in Zach before giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying good night. She walked back to her room, before Zach said something to [Y/N] that made her smile. “ Y/N, b-be safe, I love you and Jack wants me to tell you, good job for standing up to her.” 

“ Thank you Zach and Jack, thanks for that.” 

~~ 

Another day, and Sarah didn’t come to school so nobody heard the details about last night. [Y/N] has only tonight, because if everything so far has been based on the pattern, Jack was going to kill Zach tonight and [Y/N] wasn’t going to let that happen. She thought of some ways that she could outsmart Jack. 

‘ Jack can teleport because all the doors were locked and he killed Sarah’s sister yesterday and did his whole charade thingy. Anyways, if that’s the case then he can’t know where Zach is but he hangs with him all the time and if I tell Zach to run Jack will only get to him faster, Jack could also kill me too. . .My only choice is to confront him. .’ 

Once having her resolve, [Y/N] left school a little earlier than usual, her mother would be getting a call so no doubt about it she will find out, but in the end she would thank [Y/N] for saving Zach. Except that never happened. It was late at night and [Y/N]’s mother wasn’t going to come home and just stay late working. [Y/N] had a plan to confront him, simply put they were going to have another sibling sleepover, if Jack only killed children he would have to take Zach away from her giving her enough time to bolt with Zach or to tell him to go over the neighbors and leave her with Jack. 

“ Zach, mom is going to be late again so come and sleepover in my room. I don’t have the bear anymore but still, I can be the next teddy bear.” 

“ Okay [Y/N]!” 

Zach was safely tucked in the bed and was snoring peacefully, [Y/N] pretended to be asleep and heard a soft shuffle, only for a voice to speak. 

“ You’re not asleep.” 

[Y/N] opened her eyes, bridal style carried Zach and ran. She had to make it downstairs and at the very least make him go with the neighbors. Zach awoke within the ruckus and was confused when [Y/N] told him to run to the neighbors when she opened the door. Jack apeared right in front of them halfway down the stairs, only for [Y/N] to jump over the railing and continue to the door. 

“ ZACH NOW!” 

Zach ran and kept ringing the bell until the neighbors opened, Zach was safe! [Y/N] turned around to meet with Jack, she sighed before she told him that he would never get Zach. 

“ Thank’s for the compliment but I’m not going to let you hurt Zach.” 

“ Out of all the children I’ve killed, every home I visited, you are the only one who paid attention, cared even, if only the others were like you.” 

“ Thanks, but like I said I don’t intend to let Zach die here!” 

“ You aren’t stupid, you know that I could easily kill him, but I admire that side of you. If only Issac was like that, shame really. I came for life and a life I shall have, so tell me, wanna strike a deal?” 

~~ 

“ Please help my sister!! She is trapped with someone scary!!” 

“ Of course! Let’s call the police!” 

By the time the police were called onto the scene, [Y/N] was long gone. [Y/N]’s mother was arrested for child negligence and for not administering parental supervision such as a babysitter or a relative coming over. Zach was forced to live in an orphanage but his neighbors gladly took him in, unknown to the rest they were trying to have a child for so long but haven’t been able to, Zach didn’t mind. Except, he wanted his sister [Y/N]. 

Christmas rolled around and Zach was opening the gifts his new parents got him, except one was wrapped nicely in decorative paper. Zach’s parents weren’t sure who got it, but it was for Zach. It was a big bear, one like [Y/N] had. Zach cried a little at the memory before smiling, his sister was alive, he knew this, but where was she. She was right outside watching him smile, [Y/N] smiled at the sight before an all too familiar clown arrived to pick her up. He grabbed her hand, feeling nothing from him,  [Y/N] thought back to that night, the night he claimed her as his, mentally. Whether it is for comfort or for something else, Jack was glad to have someone like [Y/N] with him, someone to care for him. He looked down at the girl as he ruffled her hair before leaning forward. 

His hand got closer and closer to her cheek before he touched it. 

“ Pop Goes [Y/N~”

[queen-of-meows]

Truth

Link to AO3

In the frozen time of the Void, lazy mornings and afternoon naps could last as long as desired, and it was one thing that Bard Loki didn't object to. Swinging slowly in their hammock, they were playing idly with a discolored Captain America figure, rotating the old thing in their hand while staring at it blankly. A bit groggy by their little nap, they were too lazy to read, to write, or even to maintain any kind of illusion. Hidden from sight in their secluded little reading nook, they didn't mind wearing loose pants, an oversized jumper and untied hair, and bothered less about keeping any gender presentation at all. Bored with the vintage figurine, they put it back between the bootleg Spiderman and the broken Iron Man on the nearby comic books shelf. They stretched and yawned, vaguely wondering if they should get up and do something or start another nap. Maybe they could ask their new companion ?

A few meters below, Rebecca was curled on a flattened bean bag chair, almost completely buried under blankets. As usually, she was hugging this mysterious bag of hers, but she seemed almost relaxed. Loki smiled dorkily. The young woman had gotten faily comfortable in this place. It made them proud of themself.

"Rebecca" they whispered loudly "Are you sleeping ?"

"No" a small voiced emerged from under the blankets.

"Do you want to go on a stroll ? We could walk to that scary theme park and have a few rides."

Rebecca poked her head from her blanket nest and stared at Loki. Her deep brown eyes were puffy and salty trails ran down her cinnamon colored cheeks. Loki tilted their head and carefully climbed down their perch. At the same moment, the cat appeared out on nowhere and bumped his silly head against Rebecca's arm. She smiled and scatched him between his ears.

"Are you okay ?" Loki asked, crouching above Rebecca's huddled form.

"Mrrrp ?" the cat added carefully.

The girl nodded, looking neither as Loki, neither at the cat.

"I was thinking about Sylvie's enchantment."

"You are scared, aren't you ?"

Rebecca nodded silently, and Loki lied down next to her, digging their way under the blankets.

"I would be scared too."

"Have you ever let Sylvie enchant you ?"

"No, I never had the need. Everything is in there" Loki said, tapping their temple with the tip of their finger "Though, I wish I could remove some of it."

"Me too" Rebecca whispered.

"Maybe we could wait a bit longer ?" Loki suggested.

"No, they need my memories. That's why I am here."

The cat bit Rebecca's arm.

"The cat disagrees with you" Loki said "You are here because Mobius found you in that wreckage spaceship and he thought you'd be safe with us."

Rebecca shrugged and let her eyes wander everywhere but on Loki. She liked this place a lot. It had once been a water tower. Loki had told her they had chosen to move here because they liked climbing up the old ladder, and it was spacious enough to take all the books and stuff they had collected over the years, when they were still hiding in the ghost city. The floor was completely covered with thick rugs, matresses and pillows, exept for the trap hole that often ended up covered by blankets and had to be digged out. Since there weren't any real window, except for a gaping hole in the rusted metal ceiling, Loki had installed many lights, some normal ones, some Christmas fairy lights and Rebecca's favourite, a makeshift stars projector made of cardboard and an old torch lamp. It was a cozy place and she was glad Loki would let her stay. They would even read her stories and play music for her. All this kindness overwhelmed her and she would cry and cry until she had no more tears.

"Does it hurt ?" she finally asked.

"Yeah, a bit, I suppose" Loki said, knowing very much what she was talking about. "But Mobius told me Sylvie became very good at her thing. She gave their memories back to hundreds of poeple, all the former TVA agents who fight out there. And some of them were still very much in denial when she brought them back."

Rebecca nodded, unsure.

"But what if everything hurts ?"

"Usually, Sylvie goes slowly and reactivates good stuff first. The rest comes with it. You must have good memories, right ?"

"I remember my parents, and my friends at school. But after the Council of Kangs took me away, I know it became very dark and terrifying. But it's not my past that matter, it's the collective memory network the Kangs tested on me. The memories of hundred, maybe thousands of other Ravonnas. They must remember so many things."

Loki shrugged.

"It sounds horrible. Do you think it will make you feel better ?"

Rebecca bit her lip and lifted her chin.

"I want the world to remember them. It's so sad to die completely forgotten."

Loki tilted their head.

"Yeah. Who knows how many of us died here too ?"

Rebecca looked furtively at Loki and she started to sob again.

"No, no, that's okay. I'm sure none of us died. Lokis always survive, right ?"

"And Ravonnas always die."

"Not always. You are here and I'm with you. I suppose the luck of a full crew of Lokis can counter balance the curse you were born with. It's like taping a toast on the back of a cat. You know that story, right ?" Loki asked when they noticed Rebecca was frowning.

She shook her head and Loki told her about toats that always fall on the buttered side and cats who always fall on their feet and absurd physics theories. It made her smile and Loki smirked smugly. The cat rolled his eyes, as much as a cat can roll its eyes.

"Loki ?"

"Hmm ?"

"What happens if there is something I don't want her to see ?"

"You mean, like intimate stuff ?" Loki giggled.

Rebecca shook her head, flustered by the innuendo.

"No, not that kind of stuff. Just a memory."

"Usually, Sylvie knows where to stop when it becomes awkward. Is your memory vivid ?"

"It's not really a memory. More a piece of information."

Loki tilted their head.

"Is it relevant to what the Kangs did to you ?"

Rebecca stared at her knees again.

"Maybe ?"

"Then why don't you want to tell Sylvie ? Are you scared of her ?"

Rebecca whispered the fainted "yes".

"You shouldn't !" Loki yelped, and Rebecca hugged her knees tighter.

"Sorry, sorry" Loki apologized "I didn't mean to scare you. I meant, you shouldn't be scared of Sylvie. She's nice, you know. Even when if she drinks too much sometimes."

"She hates me."

"She doesn't."

"She does."

"I think she's scared of you because you look like another Ravonna she knows. And she doesn't know how to act around you. Not that she knows how to act around anyone. She's kinda wierd, but I like it."

"She would hate me if she knew."

Loki sighed.

"I suppose you won't tell me."

"You would hate me too."

"Now you offend me ! I would never hate you. Is it something you've done ? We've all done stuff we're not proud of. Well, maybe not all of us, because some of them are very proud of their bullshit. But you see what I mean."

Rebecca unfurled a little and let her hand wander in the cat's direction. The small creature bumped his silly head in her palm and she scatched him between his ears.

"No, it's because of what I am."

"Would you mind to explain ?" Loki asked.

She nodded.

"Rebecca isn't my real name. I mean, it is my real name, but not the one I had at birth. My parents changed it. My adoptive parents."

Loki let out a little "ooh"

"Did you know you were adopted ?"

She shook her head and clenched her fists.

"No. The Kang Supreme laughed when he realised I didn't know. He said the other ones were strong and independant, but every litter has its runts."

"The other ones ?"

Rebecca put her hand on her mouth and started trembling again. Loki wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leant against them, burying her face in their long dark hair.

"Do you know who were your real parents ?"

"I don't have any"

"Yeah, poeple who abandon their baby in the cold aren't worth to be called parents."

Rebecca squeezed herself against Loki and whispered, barely audible.

"No, I don't have biological parents at all."

"I'm not sure to understand. How were you born, then ?"

"I don't think I was born at all."

Rebecca's breath became difficult and Loki didn't insist, instead, they hugged the young woman tightly, rocking her softly until she could speak again.

"You understand, right ?"

"No" Loki admitted "Not really."

"I am not really human."

"I am not human at all."

She shook her head.

"I mean, I am not a real person."

"You are very real to me."

She puffed her cheeks like a pouting brat and Loki had to fight a smile. She really had the cutest face.

"Okay, what are you then ?"

"I'm not sure. I think they called it a temporal duplicate. A long time ago, there was this Kang variant who lost his mind after his timeline's Ravonna Renslayer died."

"It seems like a constant in the universe."

"Since he couldn't bring her back, he found a way to rewrite her temporal aura through the universe. Many, many duplicates were created. Variants, but artificially generated ones. I never belonged in my timeline, or anywhere. I am an anomaly, I shouldn't exist."

"Neither should we." Loki reminded her.

"It's not the same. You are all real poeple. Before you were pruned, you had a family, a place in the Sacred Timeline. But us, we are nothing, just replacement dolls for a man who couldn't love."

"What happened to the other ones ?"

"They all died. Because of Kang. Sometimes they tried to escape him, sometimes he killed them himself when they rejected him. Some of them survived him, but died anyway, always so young. Maybe the Kang Supreme was right. I am a runt and a failure, and even my creator wasn't interested in me."

"Why do you care about what a Kang would think of you ? They're all lame. I get it, you are one silly Ravonna variant, but seriously ?"

Rebecca looked at Loki with a puzzled expression.

"You girls are always in the way when we fight a Kang. What do you find in them ? They're all so predictable and boring."

She shrugged.

"I don't know, I hate them all."

"That's not exactly better, you know."

Rebecca smirked.

"Are you jealous ?"

"Pff, certainly not !"

Now she had spoken, Rebecca felt a lot lighter. She let herself drop backward on the bean bag, arms in cross. Loki smiled.

"See, it wasn't as bad as you thought."

"You think I should tell Sylvie ?"

"Yeah, I think so. She will probably give you a hug, and you'll both feel a lot better. She's such a sap, she can't resist a sad story."

Rebecca started crying again, but this time it was tears of relief. Maybe she could stay here a little longer, after all.

@insert-witty-user-name-here

[voidcat]

— Why are you so nice to me?

Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi & Iwaizumi Hajime

requested by anon, prompt 21

Genre: fluff, comfort

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I could write Sakusa right so I added an Iwa just in case

lots of thanks to @wordswithinmoments​ for reading these 2am messes & giving the idea for banana;) ly lots Nic

Word Count: 1.1k

It doesn’t take you long to notice him.

A group of people can be in the center, socializing with one another, talking and laughing. He can be seen in the distance, leaning against a wall in the back corner, practically trying his best to merge with it.

You don’t think you’ve been in the same room as him much, you doubt you’ve ever heard him talk, let alone seen the bottom half of his face, thanks to the mask he keeps on at all times.

Few questions asked around and you learn his name: Sakusa Kiyoomi. So this was the infamous Sakusa of Itachiyama Academy. After that you start watching more closely.

You don’t even mean to do that honestly, but something about him pulls you in. Whenever the both of you are in the same setting, your eyes drift to him, ignoring the intense waves of ‘leave-me-be’ energy he radiates. It’s a nice distraction most of the time. When the conversation loses its spark, you can examine him without nosy glances on you, trying to guess what he must think of the people around, trying to hear his voice when you see him speak to Komori Motoya.

You see him talk to people, all happening to be on the volleyball team, few from other sports clubs. His stance changes when he’s the one initiating the conversation, instead of being forced to be apart of it. You lose yourself in the way his arms move, the gestures he makes and everything about him.

Then one day, you do something completely unexpected, of you. Before you can grasp what’s going on, your feet carry you to him. Your attempt at making small talk is met with failure, as expected. Not even knowing what to say, you do the first thing you can think of on the spot: Point at his tracksuit and say “Hey I like half ripped bananas.”

The look he gives haunts you for weeks.

As if the mixture of embarrassment and deep regret hitting you harsh was not enough, the judgement in his eyes are enough to make you wish the ground could swallow you up right then and there.

But those haunted weeks are exactly what you need to gather yourself up, get your shit together, to think your next moves and decision over and over.

The next time you walk up to him, it’s effortless. You congratulate him on their recent victory, ask about how the game went ad what not. Talking comes natural when you push your fears aside and do not worry much.

Surprisingly, he replies. It’s clear from his eyes that he weighs you first, with a shrug he proves he can be decent and engage in small talk. That is only the first step of something bigger to come.

With each approach, each conversation, interacting with Sakusa gets easier. One by one, you start to interpret his expressions, what gives him crinkles, when he wants to avoid people and when he is open to conversing. Everything is a two bladed sword, something you come to realize when his habits rub off on you. Before you know, you start carrying hand sanitizers with you, wearing masks on public transportation during the rush hours.

As time passes and sun rises, you can see him getting more relaxed around you. He carries out the conversations when he could cut them off then and there, only flinches when you teasingly poke him by the side. Some days you can see him waiting for you with something different in his eyes. And this one time, you swear you’ve caught the glimpse of gratitude when you acted before him and offered him your sanitizer. You consider going to one of his matches and bringing some snacks for him but you’re not so sure if he’d like something he didn’t know the preparation process of.

Getting to know Sakusa Kiyoomi must be addicting because your curiosity is far from dying out. You find yourself drawn to him like a moth to a light, and isn’t he the brightest of them all?

It’s a rather pleasant day, sitting under the sun and looking around, you bask in the warm light. It’s perfect for sketching your surroundings and lazying around.

Maybe you spoke too soon because something blocks the sunlight in a sudden. Looking up to see it’s Sakusa standing over you, you pat the spot on the blanket, inviting him to sit behind you.

“Would you like to model for me for a little while?” You ask him while taking out your sketch pad and pencils. A nod is all you need so you begin.

Moving your pencil furiously for the sharp edges, barely touching the paper when adding the shades, it feels surreal to see him up close like this; so calm, pure and beautiful. He feels unreal sometimes and this is one of these moments. With each stroke, you isolate yourself from the real world. The hustling of the leaves fall dead to your ears, your focus only on Sakusa, you keep turning the pages and starting new sketches.

A voice and you’re brought back on earth. Blinking again, you realize it’s Sakusa talking.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Putting your pencil down slowly, eyes never leaving his, you try to comprehend his question and the meaning behind it. With a shrug, you choose the comedic route.

“I like half ripped bananas.” He doesn’t seem impressed at your choice of words but you’re sure you catch the tiniest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Okay I’m taking it serious this time, don’t give me that look.” Breathe in, out, tampering with your brain to find a satisfying answer. “I don’t know. Do I need a reason to be nice?” You tilt your head as you ask.

“Why wouldn’t you? Everything has a reason.” Not every reason is known to us though, is it?

“Then same as my first answer, I guess.” You say with a smile, picking up your pencil again.

“What do half ripped bananas have to do with us?” He genuinely seems confused. Is it that hard for him to see?

Poking him in the chest with your pencil this time, you let out a laugh. “I like you, silly! You are the half ripped banana. At least, in that tracksuit.”

At your words, he only smiles. Gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever encountered in your life. All you can do is to hope you will make him smile again, just like right now. Something inside you says, it won’t take you long.

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Some days it’s better to be alone. To let it out, drop your mask, relax and just be yourself. Some days all you need is an unoccupied place to read by yourself when your tears come out without a force. It sounds bad but once it’s done, you feel a lot of better. Refreshed, even.

Then why can’t you seem to find any alone time for yourself nowadays?

First few times, you're leaving your spot to wash your face and it must be a coincidence that Iwaizumi Hajime happens to be around. Nothing more, nothing less, right?

Sure it looks like he’s looking at you but all you know, he might be looking at someone else who happens to be in the same direction as you. Then he starts asking questions.

First time, it’s an awkward standing by, fiddling with his fingers he seems to be at a loss of words. Then a choked out “How are you?”. With a quick “Fine.”, you walk off.

It doesn’t end there, much to your dismay.

He begins to approach you more often, asking you how you feel, if something is bothering you, stuff like that. You double check in the mirror on these days if your face is red and puffy from crying, if it contains any signs of negative thinking. The answer is no, obviously. You wonder if he can tell from something else that you’re not feeling well.

You receive the answer to that short after. Because whenever you feel ready to run off to solitude, he finds a way to ask you something; just to linger, to keep you there, maybe to distract you. Some days it work, some days you ask yourself why he does that. You’ve never been close friends.

He starts talking to you more and more often, even if it’s just small talk, about the weather, classes, seasons. He tries including you in conversations with others, with his friends too. You can’t find yourself denying him and yet the suspicion is always there, waiting.

Another day rolls up. It’s not even that bad actually, just some minor issues piling up and pressuring you. This time you make sure to look out for Iwaizumi and go before he can notice you leaving.

Not sure how long it has been, you hear a noise from your back. You don’t raise your head from your knees.

A hand on your back and you move your arms slightly to peak. It’s him.

Stroking your back slowly, he sits by your side. The two of you sit like that for a while.

Feeling ready to talk, you raise your head slightly. “Why are you doing this?”

He raises an eyebrow at that. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you always here, trying to talk? Why are you doing all this? Why do you act like you care? Why are you so... nice to me?”

He stares at you for a moment. You can feel tears forming in your eyes again. Why must he look at you like that with those warm brown eyes?

“Why are you asking me this?” He says in a whisper.

“Because I want to know!” You don’t realize your voice raising until you see him irking.

“Can’t you see?” He says back, voice raised as well. “Because I like you, you idiot!” He throws his arms in the air. “And it kills me to see you like this, hurting, isolating and driving yourself away from everyone. It hurts to see you going through things your way and hurting yourself in the process. It aches my heart to know you’re shutting yourself out completely; and there’s nothing I can do to be there for you, to help you feel better, to show you you don’t have to fight abandoned.”

It takes everything in you not to cry, you fail. The worried expression on his face gets worse. Wrapping his arms around you quickly and pressing your face into his chest, you can hear him mumble “No, no, no. Please don’t cry any longer.”

As he strokes your hair, probably an attempt to soothe you; you find your tears gone and yourself laughing, shaking with laughter. Crying of happiness has always been a foreign concept until now; crying never felt so delightful.

From the way his grip tightens around you, he must’ve thought you’re sobbing again. Trying to touch his arm to break free off his arms, you call out to him.

“Iwaizumi-San, please, let go of me. I am only laughing.”

Hands still on hour shoulders, he pushes you away from himself and starts examining your face carefully. All you can do is smile. Pulling you to himself one more time, for a quick hug this time, he says to your hair: “Please don’t scare me like this ever again.”

“I promise, I won’t.” You say, smile getting only wider. “But I have one condition.”

He doesn’t seem super excited about it. So you continue. “If only you promise to be there by my side, like you said. I think, I like you too.”

When he pulls you in for a hug as an answer, you’re certain he has broken a rib of yours or too. You don’t have it in you to worry one bit about it. Hugging him back, you smile to his chest, taking in his scent.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Yoongi Prompt Scenario: You can’t sleep

43. “God, I love your face.”

99. “Would it help if I stayed?”

So I’ve been having some serious insomnia lately and decided to write a little bit of self indulgent Yoongi fluff inspired by these two prompts ^^

Having made it through your 3rd movie of the night, you decided it was time to try and go to sleep. You shut the TV off and Yoongi turned to you abruptly.

“Hey! I was still watching that.”

“Yoongi you were starting to snore, you were not.”

“Yes I was.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Okay, then explain to me the plot line of the movie.”

“Um.. that guys daughter got kidnapped and he was going after the people who took her!”

“That was the last movie we watched. You have no idea what’s going on do you?”

“...No. I’m sorry y/n. I know we have these movie nights once a month but, I stayed up late last night working on a new song and I guess I was more tired than I realized.”

“It’s okay! You know you could have just stayed home if you were that tired.”

“It’s fine, really. Besides we agreed when I am not on tour, once a month we have these days where just the two of us watch movies together. So we can appreciate them in silence without all the loudness from the maknaes.” You giggle at that and Yoongi returns your smile with one of his own. He stretches and yawns and you can’t help but admire how adorable he looks.

His eyes are lidded, and he has that signature pout on his face. His cheeks are a little puffy and his hair is falling into his eyes, which makes him run his fingers through his hair to brush it out of his face and oh gosh the things that does to your heart. 

“God I love your face.”  Yoongi’s hands freeze in mid air and he turns to look at you, mouth agape.

“I’m sorry? You love what now?”

“I said I love this place. This space. My apartment. It’s nice.” You internally face palm. Smooth y/n. Real smooth. 

“Well you’ve been living here for 9 months now I would sure hope you like it.” He teases you, knowing full well what you said but loving to watch you squirm a bit and the way your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. He noticed how easily flustered you get when his attention is focused on you.  And for the record, he loves your face too. Not that he would say anything out loud. 

“Okay well, I’m gonna go lay down. Goodnight, Yoongi.” He grabs your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, giving you a small smile, one you’ve grown to absolutely adore whenever it’s trained on you. 

“Goodnight. If you have trouble sleeping just let me know, yeah? I know your insomnia has been bad lately but if there’s anything I can do to help you, don’t hesitate to ask.” You nod and stand from the couch, walking into your bedroom. Only to stare at the ceiling and huff in frustration when you can’t fall asleep. You start scrolling through instagram when suddenly you get a text message. 

I see your little green light saying you’re active. Go to sleep! Don’t make me come in there. >:(

Oh no not the angry face. I wish I could :( Can you actually come in here, please?

You hear footsteps shuffling towards your door and see a half asleep Yoongi standing in your doorway, pillow in hand, your heart feels like it’s melting at the sight of him. He looks adorable and you have to strongly resist the urge to coo at him and pat his head. He flops down onto the bed next to you, and snatches your phone out of your hand placing it on the nightstand. 

“First off, being on your phone is not gonna help you sleep any quicker.” You look away sheepishly at his words. 

“I got bored just staring at the ceiling.”

“What usually helps you fall asleep?” Your voice. Your music. 

“Um, piano covers of your songs help me sleep. Or listening to... people talking in a soothing voice.” 

“Is there anything troubling you that is making it hard for you to sleep?”

“Not really, no. I just suck at sleeping I guess.” Yoongi laughs at that and you feel yourself relaxing at sound. The way you sink into the mattress doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Hmm.. Would it help if I stayed?  You want me to just, talk to you?” 

“No it’s okay. I don’t want you to sacrifice your sleep for me.” 

“I wouldn’t sleep anyway because I’d be worried about you.” Yoongi lays on his back and pats his chest. “Come lay here.” You freeze and stare at him, surprised by his sudden openness to cuddle with you. You had never gone farther than holding hands briefly. Yoongi chuckles at your bewildered expression. “Come on I won’t bite. Unless you like that kind of stuff.” You feel your cheeks burning red and quickly shuffle over to lay your head on him so he won’t notice. “So do you want me to read you anything in particular?”

“No just.. talk to me. About anything.” 

“Hmm, okay. I can tell you about the song I’ve been working on?”

“Okay.” 

You listen to him talk through and explain the whole music writing process from start to finish. It’s fascinating really, and makes you happy to hear Yoongi talking so passionately about what he enjoys doing more than anything in this world. Before long you are being lulled off to dream land by his deep, soothing voice. You can’t help it and mumble a sorry before you are dead asleep. 

“Don’t apologize silly. That’s what I came in here for.” Yoongi begins to card his fingers through your hair and you let out a satisfied hum. He can’t stop himself from leaning down and kissing the top of your head, knowing you won’t be aware of it anyway. “You know the song is written about you. I wanted to tell you tonight but your sleep is more important. So I will tell you once the song is finished. You’ll be the first and only person to hear it. And I hope it shows just how much you mean to me. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight. I love you. Goodnight my angel.” 

[tae-cup]

Fragments of Clouds and Concrete | KSJ

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You don’t remember much, but you remember them...

Genre: Choose your own adventure, amnesia au, fluff

Warnings: N/A

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I completely forgot about this. Anyway, I’m sorry, here it is. 

Header by the talented and amazing @dnrequests​

Timeline Place: 7

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      You shakily tightened the tie around your neck. You paced around your living room, shaking out your sweaty hands. Finally, you stopped at a mirror. The reflective surface hung on the back of your door. 

“Ooookay.” You took a deep breath out, twisting in the mirror to see if anything needed fixing.

 “God, Y/N,” You slapped your cheeks, running your hands down your face. “What if he thinks you’re weird?” You groaned to yourself. 

      You wore black slacks and black flats to compliment a navy blue blazer and white button up shirt. In all honesty, dresses had never been your thing. You reached for your phone, calling up your friend. 

“Oh my god, Jennieeeee.” You whined into the receiver. The girl on the other end sighed. 

“What now?” 

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like the suit? What if he thinks it’s weird.” You complained. 

“Listen, Y/N, you like the suit, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“And could you see yourself wearing a dress?”

“No.”

“Then if he can’t handle that,  he doesn’t deserve you, but don’t worry, he’s a good man. Now I’ve got to go, the husband is making a mess in the kitchen. Good luck on your date.” 

        The other line hung up with a beep and you dropped your hand. You carefully tucked your phone into your pocket and surveyed yourself again. You patted down the little frizzys coming off your head and smoothed down the lapels of your suit jacket. 

“Okay, Y/N, you got this.” You breathed. “You are strong and you can handle this silly little date.” 

      It was all set up by Jennie through a mutual friend and if it went horribly, you could blame her. You nodded at yourself in the mirror, appreciating your looks. Jennie had good taste in men, you knew that much, so you could at least trust she had picked someone nice. 

        The restaurant was fancy, a bit too fancy for anywhere you usually went to. You were a little early, but you had been nervous. Shouldering your bag, you headed up the marble stairs and into the restaurant. The woman at the front desk smiled at you, a delicate curl of hair on her forehead. 

“Welcome! Do you have a reservation?” The woman greeted you. 

“Yes, I believe it’s under Jennie Kim.” You dipped your head. She nodded in response and grabbed a menu. 

“Ah, your date is already here.” She said warmly, showing you towards the back of the restaurant and up the stairs.

          Above, you came upon a roof deck with decadent smells and ambient lighting. The city skyline stretched far into the distance, the spotlights illuminating the cloudy night sky. There was a chill to the air as you were shown around a corner. It was more secluded and personal, tucked away behind a wall of vines and flowers. It framed the view well. 

“Mr. Kim, Ms. Y/L/N is here.” The woman bowed slightly and then left after placing the menu down on the table. 

        The most gorgeous man you had ever seen turned to face you. His puffy lips and well sculpted face glowed in the low lighting. His warm eyes glanced you up and down. Then a small smile tugged at his lips. 

“Hello, I suppose you’re Ms. Y/L/N.” He said formally. 

      You stiffened, though decided to give him a chance. You had never been one to be too formal and this man exuded confidence and finery. 

“That I am, but just call me Y/N.” You responded, taking a seat. 

“Then I guess you can call me Seokjin, or Jin.” He nodded. You sat in silence for a moment. 

“It’s pretty chilly tonight, huh?” You tried. 

“Indeed it is.” He agreed. “Tell me about yourself, Miss Y/N.” He leaned in, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. 

       You thought for a moment before meeting his eyes.

 “I used to be a dancer.” You started. “I was crazy for it. I lived and breathed dance.” Then you sighed, remembering trust falls and tilted smiles. “but I suppose I just...fell out of love with it? It’s weird.” You straightened yourself. “Sorry, that was too deep. How about you?”

 “Ah, I don’t mind. While I’m not a dancer, I am somewhat in the business.” He said. “I manage people, people with talent.”

“So like an idol agency?” 

“Somewhat.” He said with a small smile. 

You turned your sights to the skyline. “If I’m honest, Mr. Kim,” He raised an eyebrow. “Jin,” You corrected. 

“I don’t really like...formalities. I’m not a very refined person.” You explained. 

“I can tell.” The man smiled a little. His black hair gleamed in the night sky. 

“And I can see that you are, so don’t get your hopes up.” You huffed, crossing your arms. 

“What makes you say that?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know.” You groaned. “The fancy dinner, the suit,”

“I would like to point out that you are wearing a suit as well-”

“-The private section.” You continued. “All I’m saying is that if this is going to be a thing, I don’t like this sort of stuff. It’s nice, but it’s not what I like.” You gestured to the fine wines and floral decorations. 

“Surprising.” was all he said. 

         There was another long pause. The wind rustled your hair and the city lights twinkled. The sound of people eating and drinking were hushed and soft, the bass of a jazz band playing below. He sighed after a while, running his hands through his hair as he relaxed in his seat. You turned to watch him. 

“It’s such a relief.” He breathed. “I don’t like the fancy stuff either.” He smiled. “It seems we’re kindred spirits.”

“I doubt that, we just agree that fancy dinners are boring.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And we have the same style.” Jin chuckled. 

“Oh really? Is your style sweatpants and snacks from the past week staining your shirt? Because then, yeah, I guess we do.”

       He laughed a high pitched and squeaky laugh. You found it endearing. He leaned forward. 

“No, no, but you clean up well at least.” His gaze traveled from your face to your suit jacket. 

“You really like all of this?” You gestured to yourself. 

“Yeah, it’s different.” The man nodded. 

“Different? That’s reassuring.” You snorted. He just smiled sheepishly. 

“What I meant, is that it’s quite...attractive.” He said lowly, leaning forward over the table. You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Well, I mean, you’re very attractive, I mean, It’s attractive.” You scrambled, awkwardly rubbing your neck. Jin laughed loudly and leaned back in his chair. 

“Have you ordered anything, yet?” You asked. 

“No, why?”

“I was just wondering… if you wanted to get out of here?” 

         He thought it over, tilting his head. He shifted, hand going to support his chin and an elbow resting on the table. His expression was relaxed, soft. You felt your heart thump. 

“I would like that a lot, actually.” 

“Do you know how much oil is in this stuff?” Jin furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, reading over the McDonald’s menu. 

“What else were you expecting?” You huffed.

“I don’t know, maybe a walk on the beach, visiting something more fun?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Seokjin, you are thinking me much more romantic than I am. Besides,” You squinted under the fluorescent light. “I’m still hungry. I’m not going to make you wait as I can see you’re also hungry.” You glanced at his stomach, ignoring how well shaped he was. 

“Ah, ever so thoughtful.” He tsked, scanning the page. “Okay, just get me a cheeseburger.” 

“As is?”

“Yup.”

“Great.” You put the menu back in the holder.

        The McDonald’s was deserted, the only company being the poor man falling asleep at the register and his coworker in the back making the food. 

“Excuse me,” You said sweetly. The man straightened, plastering a smile on his face. 

“Hello, welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get you?” He eyed Seokjin and you could see Jin confusing some people on sexuality for sure. 

“Two cheeseburgers, please.” You smiled. 

“As is?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, two cheeseburgers, as is. That will be $1.98.”

You searched your purse and produced a wallet. Seokjin seemed to jump out of his stupor. 

“I’ll pay.” He intervened. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Why? It’s okay, I got it.”

“Isn’t that the gentleman-ly thing to do?”

“I don’t care about that Jin. I dragged you out of a fancy restaurant to get McDonald’s on a Thursday night, let me pay.” You said. 

“But-”

“It’s two dollars, Jin.” 

            You watched him back down and you worried you wounded his pride, but at the same time, if two dollars could wound his pride, this wasn’t going to work. And yet you hadn’t really found any issues that led to you believing he would be annoying, you found no reason to be turned off. He was a perfect gentleman, humorous, and kind. Not to mention, extremely, wickedly, good looking. It felt unfair. 

“Would you like your receipt?” The cashier asked, startling you from your thoughts. 

“Ah, no thank you.” You smiled and took your burgers. You handed Jin his burger and you left the business. 

        The air had a chill to it, the clouds rolling overhead. Jin smiled softly to himself, unwrapping his burger. You walked down the empty sidewalk, the street in a more residential neighborhood. The light posts jutted out and you weaved around them. He watched you silently as you munched on the burger. Jin liked you. He enjoyed your company and time seemed to fly. He checked his watch. 

       Already two hours? The time had passed so quickly. He attributed it to you being perfect company. Sure, he had been a little taken aback, but your blunt words had intrigued him further. He tilted his head, watching the sky. Then he chuckled a little to himself. God, he hoped he didn’t mess this up. 

       You slowed down, matching pace with him. 

“What are you thinking about, Jin?” 

        He paused, eyes flicking from you to the sidewalk and back to you. Tentatively, he reached out and tangled your fingers together. You didn’t pull away, didn’t mind, and neither did he. The man squeezed your hand softly. 

“Just thinking about how well this is going. It’s a perfect night.” 

“I don’t know, it’s a little chilly.” You teased. He just nodded and smiled. 

“Yeah, just a little chilly.” He agreed. You ate in silence. 

       After a while, you crumpled up your wrapper and tossed it into a passing bin, he did the same. 

“I like your company, Y/N.” He said. You hummed thoughtfully. 

“Now, now, don’t get too sappy. Save it for the third date at least.” You said, eyes focused on the dark gray blob of a sky above. 

“Oh, a third date now? That suggests a possibility for a second.” Jin said, his voice a little too high. 

“It seems you’ve been deemed worthy.” You tilted your chin and his hand shook, giving way to his quiet laugh. 

“But really, this has gone...perfectly.”  

You nodded in agreement. “Jennie was right, for once.”

“And I’m glad for it.” Jin swung your arm slightly. Then the first drop of water fell from the sky. You paused, opening your palm to the sky. 

“Well, not quite perfect.” You murmured as the water fell faster and faster.

     Soon enough, there was a torrential downpour, the water falling in sheets. You ducked under a passing shop’s overhang just in the nick of time. He dropped your hand and you missed the warmth. 

“A little rain isn’t going to ruin it.” 

“A little?” You pointed to the rain that was bending the trees and breaking umbrellas. “I don’t know if we’re looking at the same thing, Jin.” 

“Glass half empty, glass half full.” He said nonchalantly. 

“I guess we just wait.” You shivered, wrapping your jacket tighter around your body. He watched you from the corner of his eye. 

       After seeing you readjust your jacket three times, he gave in. Jin shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you. You protested, pushing the jacket back to him. He sighed and just threw it over your head as if to say stop being difficult. Jin crossed his arms, tugging unhappily at his shirt sleeves. After another chill traveled down your spine, you swallowed your pride and pulled the suit jacket on. The man let out an appreciative hum. 

“It doesn’t look like it’s slowing down.” You observed, watching the rain continue at its steady rate. 

“It doesn’t.” He concurred. Then he glanced around the deserted street. “How far away do you live?”

“A few blocks.” 

“Great. I’ll walk you home and call a cab.” He declared. 

“In this weather?” You shot him an appalled look. 

“Aish, don’t look at me like that. You’re too negative.” The man chuckled and gripped your hand firmly in his. 

“One, two,”

“Jin, I don’t know-”

“Three!” He plunged forth, taking you with him. 

         You were instantly soaked through to your underwear. You shivered, but adrenaline flowed through your veins at an alarming rate. Jin dragged you along and after a moment of feeling the water rolling from your shoulders to your back and down your spine, you let out a shriek of joy. 

       It reminded you of springs frollicking in your backyard at your old house, it reminded you of freedom. The feeling of dancing like no one was watching. You released your hand from his and rushed ahead, splashing in a large puddle and soaking him further. 

       He laughed loudly, chasing after you. You ran forward with a squeal and spun around a light pole to distract him. He followed, right on your tail. Your feet splashed through the growing puddles, the rain continuing to pound on your head. 

      Jin let himself go, let himself feel the rain and appreciate its properties. Now, forever in his memories, he’d see a girl running through the rain, splashing in puddles with rosy cheeks, and taunting him. He wouldn’t forget it any time soon. 

“I don’t get you, Kim Seokjin.” You pointed at him, shouting over the thunderous rain thumping against the concrete. 

“You pretend to be so much better, all posh and talking about unhealthy food choices, etcetera! And yet you drag me out here like this isn’t insane in its own right.” 

The man simply laughed. “I guess it is a contradiction, huh?” 

“Confusing, at best.” You huffed. 

“And what if I enjoy being confusing?”

“Then in its own right, that’s confusing!” You complained. 

       You stopped, leaning against a light post, feeling the cold metal through your clothes. Your hair was sopping wet and raindrops rolled down your face. He took a step forward. 

“And is this confusing?” He leaned in. “I like you, a lot, and I’d love to take you out again, if you’d have me.” 

        You released a soft breath, staring intently into his chocolate eyes. The warmth was almost enough to heat you up again and his proximity had your stomach twisting excitedly. Your gaze hardened and you raised an eyebrow challengingly, a smile falling easily onto your lips. 

“Isn’t this where you kiss me?” You asked quietly and he took your cue. 

       He leaned in, capturing your lips with his. They were heaven against yours, moving ever so slightly, tentatively. Jin wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. Your bodies pressed against each other, the rain pelting down your backs and dripping onto your lips. His kiss was hungry, but soft, kind, gentle. He didn’t push any more than you pulled. Slowly, you broke away from the kiss. Your heart thumped wildly. 

“How was that?” He breathed. 

“Good, but perhaps we could practice again next week?” You teased, holding onto his collar. 

        The white button up gave away his well sculpted body, the slim of his waist to the broadness of his shoulders. You rested your hands on his shoulders, the rain slowing slightly. 

“Certainly.” He said, his voice a hushed whisper. 

        Now, the raindrops fell to a dull tap against the sidewalk. The light post creaked, stray drops falling to the ground. The sound was of fingernails tapping against wood, the creak of old planks in an old house, the smell of evergreens. The clouds cleared up, revealing the stars long hidden. The moon illuminated the soaking concrete. 

    You had a lot of wounds. Men you had loved, men you had lost, but, as you stared him in the eye, stomach tumbling and heart twisting, you couldn’t help but feel this was akin to a breath of fresh air. 

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Courtney's Visit (OC X anime)

Curt gulped softly as he made his way from his hotel room. He'd been in Domino city for all of 2 days and had already won a jackpot, winnng a million dollars. At age 21, the skinny brown haired boy was set for life, and he knew that most people his age would of been going out and partying, drinking and having a blast. Instead he'd put 3/4's of the money in the bank and was carrying the rest in a briefcase as he made his way to a certain..place of business. He knew the reputation that this house had, how so many men had gone in so prideful or certain they were smarter then the ladies who worked there and how many had come out penniless. he was sure that with the 1/4 of a million he had with him the ladies wouldn't leave him broke and summoning up his courage, he walked into crinkles, house of sissfy.

Sitting behind the front desk of the lobby (the place was a former hotel with each of the girls having their own room and then other rooms having been converted into different styles of nurseries) sat the digimon queen herself, Rika and just the smirk she gave him as he walked in made Curt's knees wobble. "Oh good, anther BIG baby~ Hi there loser, Do you need a diapie change before we get you signed in?" she asked in a voice dripping with fake kindness and venom. "I..I..I.." Curt stammered and was glad he'd worn black jeans here, as a small trickle of pee escaped into the crotch of them. "t-t-today loser!" Rika mocked and gestured to a chair in front of her desk. "C-Can't we uh..go somewhere private to t-talk?" he asked, looking around the lobby where some girls, not working were hanging out, having drinks and snickered. "Why? you really think anyone who see's you in here thinks your anything but a diaper wearing loser?" Rika asked bluntly. "You DID see the big old sign on the front of the building right? if anyone was going to snicker and call you out on it that didn't know what you are, it would of been someone on the street. now come sit down." Curt practically dashed over as Anzu nudged Rukia and whispered something in her ear, the action distracting him and he tripped and fell onto all fours. Rika just laughed and stood up, looking down at him. "Awww, did baby fall and go boom?" she mocked. "I better make a note that your a crawler." she added, taping away on the computer in front of her. Curt whimpered and got into the chair. "A-Actually I'm not so big on cra-" he started to say, but he was cut off "Fuck you. I say your a crawler, your a fucking crawler." She snapped. "Now what's your name loser? I just need a first one, none of your dip shits ever give a real last name anyways." "I..it's Curt." "ok then Curt..do you have a stupid little diaper baby name you'll want you're mommy or mommies to call you?" she asked, typing away. "I uh..Courtney." Curt said, cheek's burning red. "Ohhh a little SISSY BABY~" Rika said with delight, raising her voice and getting chuckles from around the room. "Are you diapered already little missy?"  She asked. "N-No Ma'am." "bad girl, I'll put in a note to have you spanked. Little sissies like you should NEVER go without thick puffy diapers on letting everyone know what you are." "but I do-" "I'm sorry, did I word that in a way that made you THINK it was your choice?" She asked, daring him to defy her. "That's what i thought. now of course your a diaper filling and pissing sissy baby right Courtney?' She asked. "Y-yesh Ma'am." Curt said, his voice taking on the lisp and softer tone it always did when his clitty got all stuff. "wow, like sandblasting a soup cracker. I bet your a pay piggy too aren't you? Oink for me if you are." "I..uh..Oink." Curt said. "Knew i smelled bacon when you came in. Well Missy, just a few more questions. How frilly and stupid do you want your outfit to be?" "S-Super girly and frilly pwease." Courtney said, not even able to think of himself as Curt anymore. "and of course you wanna be sent home when this is done in your sissy baby outfit for public humiliation. " she said, typing again. "One mommy or two loser?" "I..um..Two pwease." Courtney said. "so, let's recap. you're going to be a crawling thickly diapered pay piggy loser, who's gonna be spanked and fill your diapers to the brim, then get kicked the fuck out of here with your keys and wallet or what not in a cute little purse and your boy clothes destroyed. Is that correct sir?" she asked, smirking. Courtney whimpered and squirmed, anther spurt of pee coming out in his pants and he nodded his head. "That'll be $130,000 please then, Paid in advance. with a extra 20,000 fee for every time you cum, and 50,000 for a diaper change. Of course if you wanna pay for a cummie up front you're more then welcome too." She laughed. Courtney gulped, he knew this place was stupid expensive but he hadn't thought it was gonna be this bad. but the cruel attuide of Rika and the way the other girls snickered, he did something very very stupid in his horny haze. "I..I have $ 250,000 in here..can..can i just give this to you and go meet my mommies pwease Miss Rika?" he asked. whistles were heard in the lobby and Rika snickered. "of course you can~ I already sent them your work form." she said taking the briefcase from him and putting it in a safe. "Follow me sissykins and remember, crawl or auntie spanks!" Courtney whimpered, eyes watering up but he slid down to the floor and crawled behind Rika who he was now thinking of as auntie, and to her total delight, he started to oink softly.

May was dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and white socks, a baggy dark pink t-shirt reading 'queen bitch' in white text covering her top with her bandanna on, while Kari was wearing a baggy pair of shorts, black, with no socks on and a white t-shirt that was just plain. Both girls looked up and smirked as Courtney was lead into the pink nursery and chuckled. "so this is the bigggg spender~ I'm almost sorry i have to spank someone who's gonna be spoiling his mommies so well." she giggled, getting up and coming over, bending down and pinching Courtney's cheek. "I'm not. If he wanted to get out of a spanking he should of brought HALF a million. clearly the fucking loser can afford it." Kari said, coming over and scowling. "Don't think I don't know who you are, I watch the news." Courtney gulped at that, he'd been hoping neither of them would know who he was. "anyways, I'll leave you ladies too it. oh, and before i leave, while we were coming up here Little Courtney BEGGED me to stress he wants orgasm denial." Rika lied, then left before the poor sissy could argue. "wow, quarter of a mil and you don't even wanna cum? my kinda loser~" May laughed. "Well loser, since your spending soo much we'll let you choose, which one of us do you want to spank you? me, or May." Kari said, smirking with a evil gleam in her eye. "I..I want Mommy May to spank me." Courtney said, since so far May had been the sweeter of the two. "Awww ok sweetie, though you reallly should of picked Kari. She just half asses her spanking. I believe in giving the customer everything they paid for!" May chuckled and went over to a spanking stool, picking up a wooden hair brush. "heh yeah,., she's brutal. anyways. lose the boy clothes pig." Kari ordered. Courtney whimpered but did as he ordered,with the two mommies laughing had as they saw his piss stained hello kitty panties, and laughing harder still as they saw his hairless 1 inch wonder. "Awww, not fully hard yet because your scared?" may giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "I..I'm actually..rock hard." the sissy admitted, looking down. a fresh wave of laughter filled the room and his clitty twitched and throbbed as they did so.

laying across May's lap, Courtney was shaking a little even as she rubbed his back. "shhh it's gonna be ok." she said and giggled. "actually that's a bold face lie, this is going to hurt like a mother fucker, but you know, I figured you'd wanna hear some sappy shit like that first." before the sissy could say anything the hair brush came down hard and he cried out in pain, a little trickle of piss escaping from his baby dick and going between may's spread legs into a dog dish they had set down. "even if you don't drink it, you wouldn't believe what some perverts online will pay to drink 'our' piss, when we just sell them sissy pee!" Kari snickered. Courtney barley heard her as the brush came down over and over again, redding then bruising his buns but despite the pain and the humiliation (or maybe BECAUSE of the the humiliation) he was still rock hard! "wow, you must REALLY love getting your ass beat!" Kari said, a hand down the front of her shorts. watching little loser like this always got her so fucking wet. "Don't think it's gonna earn you any brownie points though, I already tossed your shit out in the hall and it's gonna be burned." Sliding her hand out of her pants she took his wallet and went over to a desk where a note pad was, and looking though his wallet started to take some notes. "If you want her to stop go ahead and ask, but that'll add anther five minutes to your silly Lil spanking." may said. "or I can stop now and while Kari writes down all the information she can about you, we'll get you in a nice thick fluffy diaper and some plastic panties." "I..I want my diapies!"Courtney said, unable to handle the spanking anymore and the girl's just laughed. "Good girl~"

Flat on his back Courtney was powder and then taped into a thick massive pink diaper. the girls giggled and teased him about how NORMALLY they had to shave a man but either Courtney was SUCH a sissy he never got his pubes or he just shaved them himself. a fat cockfier was stuffed in his mouth, the dick shaped nipple reducing any protests to whimper and the mouth guard was in a nice shade of dull pink with white text saying it was widdle Courtney's mute button as they oiled him up Courtney whimpered as may then Kari then back and forth slipped their fingers deep in him, though unknown to the sissy they weren't just fingering his sissy pussy. nice and slick they powered the big baby then pulled a custom ordered diaper that was equal to at like 16-18 diaper of a no name brand's thickness (while being so massive and  hot pink, with stenciled in words like sissy, loser, faggot, cocksucker and the like covering the surface) as the diaper was taped closed Courtney did the only thing he could with two cruel, mean mommies looking down at him he started to rock his hips and make baby love to his massive diaper as they laughed "awww, somebody wuv him's diapies, yes he does!" May coo'ed and pressed her foot down on the front of Courtney's diapers. the little sissy humped like crazy and was SO close to making baby milk when Kari shoved her off. "Hey! no cummies remember? sheesh! you';re gonna get us BOTH fired when he whines we let him cum hard in his diapers!" Kari said and then winked at Courtney. the big baby whined loudly even with his mouth stuffed and May snickered. "oh i can tell, I'm guessing that's him whimpering about how I almost let him go cum cums~" Courtney toyed with shaking his head no, to tell them he wanted to spurt in his sissy diapers while they called him every name in the book, but just couldn't bring himself to spit out the fat cock shaped nipple from his mouth. "Come on loser, time to sit up so we can get your pretty widdle dress on." Kari teased, holding out a SHORT pink party style little girl dress, with puffy shoulders and white lace trim on the hem and sleeves. "What do you think Lil lady? is it girly enough for you?" May giggled. Sitting up on his thick pampered diaper butt, Sissy Courtney sucked hard and fast and rocked back and forth on his diapered butt, trying to rub his nub as he reached out for the dress with his hands. Naturally both girls responded the only way they could. with hysterical laughter. "Bwhahahaha! Oh my god!" May laughed, taking out her phone and record his pathetic display. "Don't you have ANY fucking pride as a man?" Kari asked sneer, and took out what Courtney realized was HIS phone and was taking pictures! Still he couldn't get himself to stop right till Kari put her left foot on his face, mashing it against his nose lightly, till she kicked and knocked him on his back. "enough you little loser! now sit the fuck up and be good or we'll toss you out early, and I'll send those picture I just took to ALL your contracts." The idea of his family and friends seeing him like this made Courtney wet his diapers a little and as he sat up, though it was hard, he managed to control himself as they tugged the dress on him. naturally it didn't even come close to covering up his massive diapers and his 'mommies' helped him stand up and made him strike pose after pose in his shameful outfit. It was of course Kari who had the next evil idea, and she took Courtney's photo id card and tapped it to the back of his diapers so when he was crawling everyone would be able to see who he really was. May, not wanting to be outdone brain stormed then smirked. "Ok loser, time for you to get a whiff of one of your mommies, lay back down so I can sit on your stupid face and smother it with my bubble butt. And you better stay still or I'll have to unleash my 'poison gas' attack." She chuckled. "Ugh, listen loser, if you make me have to smell her farts your in for it!" Kari warned. "oh come on Kari, we both know with the kinda total loser Courtney here is.. He'll sniff and huff up all my ass gas." may snickered and then with the loser on his back, she plopped down.

Courtney found himself in total darkness as the bubble butt of May covered his face, but she wiggled around and made sure that his nose was lodged between her cheeks. She had also made it so he couldn't spit out his paci, and so the only air he could get was tainted by the smell of her crack. 'ugh! does this bitch even wipe?!?' Courtney thought and squirmed a little under the bubble butt. He only squirmed for maybe all of 2.5 seconds but true to her word, May unlessed a fart right up poor Courtney's nose, making the sissies eyes water. that however wasn't even the worse of it as his diapered crotch took a kick from Kari, not hard enough to really hurt but clearly a warning. he could of sworn she was saying something but with his whole world experience now being the bubble butt of a trainer he'd had a crush on for ages, he couldn't make it out. Trying to appease May and there for Kari before things got too out of control he wiggled his face a little differently, giving May's ass a Eskimo kiss. "oh my god! he's making out with my rotten ass!" Squealed may in delight, laughing. "..really? guess he really DOES love huffing farts. so no fucking excuses! huff better!" Kari growled and lightly tapped Courtney's balls with her foot again as a warning. A series of poots later and Courtney huffing as hard as he could lead to the sissy blacking out.

Courtney came to a little while later, but he was locked in a high chair and was being force feed some sort of awful bland paste. with his arms pinned under the tray and his wrists shackled anyways, all he could do was whine and whimper and swallow the muck as he looked over to where Kari and May were browsing Facebook..what a second, HIS Facebook! "Oh wow, who'd of thought a sissy baby dweeb like him could HAVE so many friends." Kari said. "eh, he likely just friended every hot girl and guy he could find so when he worked himself all up they could all see what a baby he is. Oh, he went to high school with that one." Mat said, then jabbed at the screen and happened to look over her shoulder. "Oh hey stinkerella! About time you rejoined the party. me and Kari kept ourselfs busy and made sure not to turn off the clock so you could pay for nothing for a whoooole half hour~" Courtney tried to protest though his feeding gag, and nodded at the computer. of course he couldn't get any words out as his tummy filled up and started to crap. "Hmm? Oh! well we both know you wanna fill your diapers to the brim and waddle home sobbing in shame and semi broke...buttt since we're not letting you spurt your gross sissy milk me and Kari figured you deserved a little bonus. We know a guy or two who are computer wizards and with your personal information it wasn't all that hard to find your Facebook and hack into it." May said bright and chipper. Kari turned around and smirked. "So we talked about it and decided while outing you to five of your friends online is normally a very costly thing, we'll toss it in for free for you JUST because we think SO much of you." Both girls laughed at that while a red faced Courtney shook his head no even as his dicklet throbbed yes in his soggy diaper. "Awww, do you not want out gift?" May asked looking hurt. "how rude! here we are being kind and it's not enough for you?!?" Kari huffed, looking pissed off but playing a role and noticing how the high fiber paste was almost all in the sissy now. "Some sissies are just SO greedy!" May complained, also hamming it up. "but fine, if just five of your friends finding out about what a diaper shitting sissy baby LOSER you are isn't enough for you..we can always do a public post. buttt that's gonna cost you the rest of the session." Kari said. Courtney's eyes went wide as saucers and he shook his head no over and over again even as the last of the paste went in, only pausing as May came over. she unhooked the feeding gag and wiped Courtney's mouth and smiled. "Now, tell the truth little one. do you really not wanna be OUTED to everyone you know, seen as the loser sissy baby you are?" She asked, leaning down and talking into his ear and patting the front of his diapers. Courtney went toi answer no but it came out a whimpering moan as his soggy diapers were mushed and played with, his 'dinner' already wanting to come out the back and fill his diapies. "Hmm? I dunno Kari, did that sound like a 'don't post me!~' to you, or a 'I'm a stupid loser, ruin me!'?"May asked. "I'd say a little bit of both." Kari said, and was hooking up her camera to the computer, and started to make the post, making sure to use pictures of Courtney they had taken THAT date, with a date stamp in case Courtney tried to claim later they were old pictures. "I'll tell you what Princess..I don't really trust a dumb sissy baby who's about to shit himself to tell the truth.. so we'll go by what your cock says. If you can keep from going goo goo gaga till you crap your huggies, we'll call off your Facebook outing. but if you go cum cums before then..Cliccccck~ your famous!" May said and giggled ever so sweetly and Courtney whined and squirmed, just having May this close and everything else had him at the bursting point! "D-Deal!" he squeaked out. "Not like you had a choice, but good to know your on board." May snickered.

Moving the high chair over took some effort, but it was a labor of love so it was worth it. Of course that love was of money and ruining boys, but it was still love so May was sure it counted. Maybe. Truthfully May wasn't sure if Courtney would actually make it. Normally she'd of bet on his cock head going off first but the boys guts were stuffed and this was the extra powerful stuff that Poison ivy had cooked up in her lab. May had had a tea spoon of the stuff once and hadn't been able to stop shitting for a hour! If she was a betting woman (and of course she was) May bet that the only thing keeping the sissy from messing was the tight confines of the high chair, but even that wouldn't help for too much longer. Courtney was mostly ignoring her to stare and whimper as Kari arranged the photos and made sure it was only ever Courtney in the shots, before starting to type out a heart felt message 'from' Courtney to his FB friends.

'Just so everyone knows, I'm not now, nor have I ever been a man, let along a boy. Nor am I a women or a girl. i'm not transgender, I'm just a little whimpering sissy loser humiliation junkie who gets off pooping and peeing in thick massive diapers while dressed like a baby girl. I've decided to take the ultimate plunge and hope that all of you, no matter HOW much I beg and whine, refuse to let this go away. Hugs and kisses Little sissy baby Courtney (formerly stupid stinky Curt)'

Reading the message over, Courtney was jerking back and forth in his high chair, Moaning and whimpering though whether he was trying to cum or trying to crap himself, that was a question May doubted even Courtney knew the answer to. "N-No..Please..Ugh..Don't..don't.." The sissy whined, bubbly farts escaping and May gagging and pulling away, holding her nose. "whew! I am SO glad we're not gonna have to change him." May said. "tell me about it..not even Tai is that toxic and he licks toilets for a living." Kari groaned, getting two clothes pins and handing one to May. "P-Please.." Courtney whined, clearly one mess or anther was about to happen. "Look here loser. you got till the count of three to make one or the other, Or you're getting posted anyways." Kari said rolling her eyes. "W-what?!" the sissy cried out. "oh, we should try and keep him from cumming then if he's gonna be posted anyhow." May commented. "I don't think we can, once he's posted he's gonna blow his load regardless. they ALL do." Kari said, basically ignoring Courtney now. "That's true..eh, fuck the countdown then." May said and took the mouse from Kari and clicked post.

Courtney's eyes were wide again, and filled with tears as he saw himself in all his shameful glory posted on line. the sight and seeing everyone who was online was too much and his cock head twitched like crazy and he grinded his diaper as much as he could as he blew load after load in his huggies, with his rear opening up unable to hold back. as the front was painted with sissy milk, the back was filled with mush that filled the room with a nasty stink. the girls were saying something, and he was dimly away they were letting him out of the chair as he kept filling but the world was like in slow motion to him. it wasn't until he was tossed outside and landed with a gross splat on his diapered behind his mind snapped back and he caught a purse as Rika tossed it to him. "Thank you for trying our services. we know you'll be back baby gurl. you got nothing else now.Change your diaper first though and bring more money. Courtney hiccuped and whimpered, aware of the scene he was making and everyone looking at him, at how he smelled.. and did the only thing he could. He nodded and bowed. "Yesh aunt Rika." he lisped and started to walk back to his hotel room. "Hey! what did I tell you? your a fucking crawler!" She called. Courtney, having nothing left, just nodded and got on his hands and knees, where a stinky pay pig sissy baby like him belonged.

the end

[pufflocks]

I wanna have a group chat with mutuals. 🕴🏽♂️

Just sending random thoughts and fun to eachother through text sounds fun. Haven't really been in a proper gc where everyone talks in a while.

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Cast: Older!Brother!Reader and Tobio

Warning: Slight crying of younger brother

"What am I supposed to say for you to let me in ?" You sighed. Kageyama rolled his eyes taking a preoccupied slurp from his carton. "I know you don't care, but help me in dude." You practically begged. Begged for this heathen to let you in the house. Your mom was already on his behind about locking his older brother out. And you needed to piss bad.

The 10 year old boy chuckled before realizing his milk carton was now empty. Thinking back, there was none in the refrigerator since he used the rest for his cereal this morning. He guess – he could let you in.

"Fine. Go get me some milk at Ukai's store 'n I'll let you in." His cocky remark made your nerves edgy as you turned around without hesitation nonetheless, to your coaches store.

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"Fucking kids man." You mumbled under your breath. Swinging open the door to the refrigerated beverage. "He's only 10 and he has me doing stuff like this." You sighed digging out half your lunch money from today. Ukai looked at you as you handed him the money while he begged the big carton of milk.

He shrugged at your hidden temper as you walked out the store.

"No comment." He turned around to light a cigarette.

--

When you made it home you saw your little brother wasn't there anymore. Probably mom is home and he got caught – again. You thought, but you also entertained the thought of you getting the milk for nothing.

"Fucking- Fuck‐!" You growled under your breath as you unlocked the door to the house. Your mom locking eyes with you as she sees your still in your uniform. You would have been out of it if that thing you call a brother, didn't lock you out.

Her slender polished finger pointed to your attire in question. "Son, where were you still in your uniform ?" She asked from the kitchen sink. You by now have already kicked off your shoes by the door and dropped your back pack by the sofa. Dragging the now very heavy gallon of milk in your hands to the refrigerator for later uses.

Simply sighing. "Milk. Tobio made me get it." You said. She rolled her eyes at her eldest son going back to doing whatever she was cooking. "He's freaking 10, Ma ! He locked every door that led to the inside and took my key once !" You nearly hollered. Though your tone is hushed a bit because you're talking to your mom. She chuckled while trying her sleek black hair in a bun. Not liking how it felt in her face when cooking.

"It's silly and funny because he got it from you. You did the same thing when you used to walk home with your cousins." She smiled. And you did, but he was a toddler then. "Even if he was 3, he still has brain as sharp as your dads." She sneered. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. It was unfair that it kinda made sense too. Trauts could be passed down like that if the child saw it often. It still felt off on how much he did this though.

"Sitting in a chair, waiting for me to fuckin' piss myself." You mumbled walking away to your room before a wooden spatula hit your back.

"Watch your mouth." Your mom said. Tight in the shoulder blade too.

"Sorry, sorry ! Gosh-" nothing was going good today after volleyball practice it seemed.

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It's been about 2 hours since then and your mom had left to go shop for some vegetables for lunch later. She didn't want you guys to waste money on school food tomorrow, so she left to the shops leaving you with Tobio. Doing homework in your room for the past 2 hours did help your mind release stress from the locked door incident though.

Just right in time, a curt patterned knock was heard on your door. "Come in, Tobi." You answered. In walked your brother with a small stack of homework and a colored pencil. The ones you bend and would easily break after one use. Sitting down next to you on your bed, sure not to sit on your papers. "You need help with your homework ?" He nodded. Besides all the trouble he seems to be, Tobio was a nice kid. A nice quiet kid. A nice quiet kid who was also stingy and locked you out of the house. Nevermind -

"Sorry." He said. Your eyes twitched a bit before nodding and taking the work from his hands. He looked up at you with a pouted lip. Ugly– "I said sorry !" He semi shouted. "Do you not care ?" Tobio was now standing with tears in his eyes. Why was he crying ?

"Why're you crying dude ?" You asked. He wasn't the one to cry often, but when he did it was an ugly snot nosed one. Which honestly, almost made you want to hug him like this the kid he was. "You said your sorry now just calm down. You wanted help right ?" You calmly said.

That was the last straw. Tears rushed out of his dark blue eyes as he rushed out of the room.

At this point you felt a bit bad for not accepting his apology head on for locking you out, but why was he so worked up over it ? He always did this and said sorry if he blatantly knew you needed access for whatever reason. The tears you saw on your little brothers face were glistening when he ran out the room too. Yeah, you most definitely felt bad.

So like the big brother you were –, you got up and went to ask "what was wrong". If your mom got back to see Tobio was shedding tears she would most likely be worried and ask you. Of course you would be in the same boat though. His thoughts were so one sided it was kinda hard to read him.

After opening the door to his room you found him on his bed face first. Walking towards him you lifted his very light body up to your face to see his read puffy eyes and snotty nose from crying. Yeah ugly. "What's wrong with you ?" Your voice was loud with concern. He only turned his head with sass crossing his arms making him look like a real kid.

"Put me down and I'll tell you." He said with a hoarse voice. You begrudgingly put him down on his feet and waited for him to speak. He took a deep breath and looked at you dead in the eyes. "I'm mad because you still help me." He mumbled. His blush overcoming his cheeks with red.

Your eye quilted up a bit. Of course you help him. Deep down you knew he's still a kid and is having "fun". Even though it was kinda sadistic for him. Knowing full well that he doesn't make friends like that.

You smiled nonetheless. "It's cringey, but it's because you're my little brother." You said. "I am annoyed about you locking me out, but it's what I used to do." You cringed at that a bit because your mom was right.

"We're like twins." Tobio smiled. You both were now in your room doing homework together. As brothers. ♡

{ Still want that group chat. ☝🏽💀 }

[crimson-snowfall]

Hey, I want to tell you that I really like your blog! And I have a short question: do you write nsfw stuff? If you do, can you write hc for Theo, Vincent and Comte when they first bite the mc?

Thank you anon, I’m glad you like my blog. I do accept NSFW requests (just not sure about how good I can write them since it’s not my forte).  I have not yet read Theo nor Comte’s route, and while I’m currently reading Vincent’s route at the time of writing, I have not yet reached the part where he bites MC. Anyway this is a bit longer than I expected, but I hope you like it ~ 

[Mildly NSFW] Ikevamp HC request: When they first bit MC (Vincent, Theodorus, & Comte de Saint-Germain)

Vincent

Having never drank blood from a human directly before and being his first time to have truly fallen in love, Vincent couldn’t understand why his thirst won’t be quenched no matter how much rouge he consumes.

As soon as he makes sense of his feelings after consulting with Theo, he tries his best to avoid you out of fear that he might end up hurting you or drink too much of your blood.

The two of you used to spend a lot of time together, so it made you really sad when you realized he started avoiding you. One evening, you caught him staring longingly at you. Vincent seemed to be in a deep trance for he kept his eyes on you even as you approached him and asked him if there’s anything he needed.

He looked rather pale, and somehow one of your hands found its way to his cheek. As soon as you made contact, Vincent snapped out of whatever trance he had been and looked at you, wide eyed.

Heaving a deep sigh, Vincent took your hand off his cheeks, intending to put it away before he could do anything. He never would’ve imagined his thirst could take over that time, and he found himself kissing and licking your wrist.

His fangs grazing on your pulse, he was about to bite you when you called out his name in confusion. Vincent immediately let go of your hand and stood frozen on the spot for a few seconds, before his gaze met yours once again.

“Sorry about that… I… I must’ve been…” at loss for words, he turned around and headed to the direction of his room, apologizing once again as he fled and muttering something about how he had to go.

You can no longer bear the fact that he’s been avoiding you, so you went after him. You already had a hunch as to why based on the hints an irritated Theo had been dropping lately, and the fact that Vincent was about to bite you was all the confirmation you needed.

Vincent sat on his couch, distress evident on his posture. Once he again, he seemed to be too absorbed in whatever has been running on his mind as he failed to notice you enter the room and sit next to him. Being the kind and gentle person he is, you figured that you had to be the one to initiate somehow, because he would never ask for it and the problem would never be solved.

Vincent jolted a little at the suddenness of your embrace, and you took that opportunity to steal a soft kiss from his lips.

“What are you doing here? I’m… it’s not safe for you to be—” his already hoarse voice was cut off with an almost feral sound reverberating from his throat, and in just a split second you found yourself pinned down on the couch.

You could see the violent storm whirling in Vincent’s usually clear eyes as he fought back the urge to take you then and there, and before you even knew it, you were confessing your love for him.

“…That’s why, there’s no need for you to hold back. Take as much as you need. I’m all yours.”

“Can I, really? Am I really allowed to… have this much and be this happy?” The last part was a mere whisper and it was utterly heart-wrenching hearing him ask something like that.

“You deserve the world, Vincent.” With those words you pulled his head down your neck. His tongue flicked on your skin the same skillful way he handled a paintbrush against a canvas. He slowly buried his fangs into your neck, the pain lasting only for the first few centimeters, after which the waves of pleasure coursed through your body with each fraction of his fangs burying deeper into your neck.

The night quickly escalated into a heated, passionate one, and you had to take the next day off your duties not only because Vincent had accidentally marked you everywhere, but mainly you couldn’t even so much walk on your own after last night’s intense lovemaking.

Theo

That night, you thought Theo just went out drinking with Arthur, but when the flirtatious author came home alone and perfectly sober, anxiety began to consume you. You were there when the myrmidons of the Academie threatened Theo to stop with his activities of giving exposure to new artists, or face the consequences.

Your worst fears came to life when you see your lover staggering to the mansion, clutching a badly injured, bleeding arm. You rushed to his side, tears already streaming down your face as you helped him in and called for help from the other residents of the mansion.

“What are you crying for, hondje? I’m a vampire, you know. This is nothing.” Theo did his best to sound like his usual self, but even as a vampire, getting ambushed and stabbed twice on the same arm still hurt like hell.

Sebastian and Vincent helped you tend to Theo’s wounds. Vincent offered to look after his brother, but Theo insisted that he can handle himself and that both you and Vincent should go back to your rooms and get a good night’s sleep. Vincent readily obliged, leaving you and Theo alone in his room.

“What now, knabbeltje? Didn’t you hear what I just said?” To him, it really seemed like you didn’t, for your eyes were still fixated on the bandaged wound, eyes still puffy from crying earlier.

Using his good arm, he pulled you from were you were seated, putting you on top of him. Theo pat your head then pulled you into the tightest embrace he could without straining his wounded arm.

“Silly hondje. Are you that afraid to lose your master?” Theo kissed your head and proceeded to stroke your hair.

“I can’t help it. How else did you expect me to react seeing you leave a trail of blood behind you? And you’re not really immortal like Comte, so if anything happened to you, I—”

You looked like you were on the verge of tears again, so Theo took the liberty of sealing your lips with his own before you could even say things that would make you cry. That was when his blood loss began to take a toll on his body, and he reluctantly broke the kiss as his fangs enlarged.

“Theo… your fangs…” You touched his fangs like a child in awe, drawing a hiss from him. You have longed to be bitten by him for quite some time now, to feel his fangs lodged in your neck as he fucked you silly. Theo gave you all of himself but he always denied you the bite, the sadist taking pleasure in seeing your frustrated and desperate expression.

“Hands off, hondje. My fangs are not a treat.” It was your turn to wear that smug expression your lover often wore as you pressed a finger against his fang, Theo’s eyes widening as you increased the pressure until it pierced your finger.

The scent of your blood had always been alluring to him, but even more so in his injured state. In a flash, you found yourself pinned down against the mattress, a dark smile on your lover’s handsome features as he eyed you like a predator would his prey.

“Well played, hondje. You’re finally getting what you want tonight.” Theo allowed himself just a single lick on your neck before biting down with full intensity, the pleasure increasing proportionally with the strength of his bite that it left you a moaning mess.

Aside from Theo finally losing in his game and you confirming Arthur’s claims that a vampire’s bite is a pleasurable one, the thing that amazed you the most perhaps is how Theo managed to fuck you to soreness even when’s he injured.

Comte

The promised day where Comte bites you and turns you into a vampire has finally come, and while on the surface he maintains his usual elegance and air of nobility, being the one who knows him the most you can’t help but notice the mild apprehension on his eyes as you straddled on his lap.

Brushing aside his golden locks, you pressed a small kiss on his forehead and asked him if he’s having second thoughts about it.

“I was just a little surprised that you would ask for it so soon, ma chérie.” Comte closed his eyes under your touch, his hands moving to pull you closer to him.

He did not miss the way your eyes wavered for a bit, and you immediately knew because of the deep sigh that followed his statement. Mimicking your actions from earlier, he brushed aside your fringes and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You don’t need to force yourself, ma chérie. Like I said–”

“No, no. I can’t stand it anymore!” You knew he was a bit taken aback by your sudden outburst with the way his grip on your hips mildly tensed, and you couldn’t look him in the eye.

You went on and confessed about the hint of sadness you would see in his eyes every time he made love to you, and you just knew it’s his desire have your blood that’s causing him that unmistakable longing.

“I don’t want there to be sadness in your eyes anymore, Comte. And I want this too. So please…” Those were your words as you slowly took off your blouse, before seductively baring your neck to him, inviting, the look in your eyes full of lust.

Comte has lived through hundreds, or even thousands of years— it doesn’t really matter how long since he has long lost count of the years, but that moment would have to be the first time he has felt so much impulse and desire coursing through his entirety, and it scared him to death at the same time that he might drink you dry if he does not find another outlet for that overwhelming desire.

Soon, both of your clothes and undergarments lay discarded on the floor. You’re no longer straddling him; instead you laid sprawled out on the bed, with Comte leaving fiery kisses on every inch of your skin.

His thick, heated length rubbed against your entrance as he kissed and licked that sweet spot on your neck, and in one fluid motion, he sank his fangs into your neck and buried himself deep inside you.

You felt Comte’s desire flowing into you with every gulp of blood and each thrust of his body, perfectly mingling with your own lust. You lost your self to pleasure the night you lost your humanity– and if your new-found eternity is going to be like anything that night, then you really have no need of death to know what heaven is like.

Eyy is that really an HC I think I might’ve written a full scenario, help

Also in case anyone is wondering, the Academie I mentioned in Theo’s HC is an actual thing in the routes, and basically they’re traditionalists who put down artists exploring a new style, so they’re at odds with Theo who discovers and promotes new talents.

With regards to incoming requests: I’m currently busy with university at the moment (quiz weeks and finals season), so any incoming requests after this might have to wait until the first week of February before I can work on and post them. But if you’re willing to wait, my ask box is always open. I would also appreciate and prioritize Valentine’s-themed requests.

[lilpuffyart]

I do not care that it is 3am, I must see Puffy talk about Count The Ways and sudden headcannons about their AU and give them quiet anon support. Take my quiet clapping. *quietly claps bcz its 3am* (-KA)

Okay

You've doomed yourself (a part I did at 3am and the other part I did now at 11am)

!!LONG POST AHEAD!! (Kind reminder that I do love the story but I still like to make fun of some parts)

IN THE FIRST FUCKING LINE, "deep voice" w h e r e where that crackhead energy voice is d e e p. I can accept threatening but d e e p???????????????????

Also I'm still upset that "silly millie" is "millie pamonha (that is a Brazilian food)" in the unofficial Portuguese translation

Second page and we discover millie belongs to the gays when she said "in tribute to the beautiful dead girl from edgar Allan Poe's poem" (she was talking about her cat name and I'm sorry if it's not the correct wording: its 3am and I have a stroke everytime I read some part of the book, also I don't have the English version :c)

Who's Curt Carrion?? Who's he based on??? My Chemical Romance?????? I would prefer if it was Evanescence tho for personal gay reasons ✊😔

Her grandpa has a sword collection and that's pretty neat, but makes me wonder if FunFred ever walked around the house with a fucking sword and everyone was okay with it

Grandpa: you're always so pale

Millie: lmao that's the point

Me 🤝 millie

Liking edgar allan poe

Also Millie's grandpa is millie's mom's dad?? Since he mentions that she would stay outside burning in the sun when she was 14-15yo

Also he's supportive of her disliking meat, we stan an old man ✊😔

THE COOKIES R BACK!!!!!!!! I still think daily about FunFred trying to cook it and messing it up smh even if grandpa is there. Also the fact she ate her grandpa cookies after he left makes me happy fsr

He mentions the workshop 😳😳 is he already aware FunFred is awake?? Who knows 👀👀

I know the timeline doesn't fit, but I like to think Dylan and Millie knew each other for more than a week

FUNFRED!!! LIKES MILLIE!!!!!! WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!!!!!!

Millie honestly reminds me of when I was on high school and my depression peeked lmao I wanna hug her-

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER IS A GREAT STORY I LOVE IT

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW FUNFRED/THE ANIMATRONICS WORK BC OF A DUMB DRAWING I DID 1 YEAR AGO- like oil is the equivalent of blood to them and they do have water inside them, what keeps their mechanisms and stuff working well. Also when they r "sleeping" its extremely quiet, till they "woke up" and slowly their mechanisms do a lot of noise, till it calms down

Funfred has been around before millie moved there, and was probably awoken since then bc he heard her talking SO, from her bedroom window, u can see the workshop bc that's the only way he heard her (and she heard him later on)

Also I KNOW it wasn't like that but when her grandpa asked if the person he met was a boy or a girl I could literally only think "damnn a supportive grandpa, I love him" so that's where I'm goiNG

He mentions he went to university SOOOOOO what IF he and henry went to the same university and both did something related to mechanic/mathematic and that's how they became close friends 👀👀 (I am aware he was a mathematic teacher but he still could have done both or started mechanic, dropped it and started to study mathematic)

Also I lowkey wish we knew what her grandma died of

ALSO I like to think FunFred himself is someone that is scared of doing things himself instead of... just letting things go

I love how, when millie asked if he was going to bite her neck (bc he was talked about Dracula) he just wenT "OH YAY I COULD DO THAT BUT U R IM MY STOMACH" FJFJFJXHXJJCJCGKFJFJFJFJ I HATE HIMMMM

Here we go to FunFred's hyperfixation ✊😔 I'm sure that, whenever millie goes to the library, he begs her to bring some kind of history book

The fact millie doesn't know how to say Chutlu is big gay energy and everyone energy

COUNT THE WAYS AU IS NAMED COUNT THE WAYS BC IT'S THE MANY WAYS FUNFRED LOVES MILLIE AND GRANDPA AND IN THAT ESSAY ILL DIE AND COMBUST

Me, a veterinary student: Hahah I know what's ventricular fibrillation is

Idk why but I like to think millie studied something related to literature in university, but, if she did end up working on a library, I think people would 1. Be creeped out by FunFred 2. Think he's cute, no inbetween

Me 🤝 grandpa

Going somewhere bc it has free food

WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HER SHE'S LITERALLY A TEENAGER STOP BEING LIKE THAT WTF???

That part of that party makes me emotional bc something similar happened with me (not related to a s/o other tho)

FunFred is back being a dumbass I love/hate him

Unpopular opinion but I still strongly dislike millie's family

FunFred would buy a guillotine online ngl

In Millie's defense I would crawl inside an animatronic bear as well

POV: you're rob, millie's uncle, and you found out the worst way that she has a bear guard body, in a way (I hate rob honestly lmao)

That was my presentation, thank you for your attention

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 14

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student  Side Pairs: main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 13

“Wait, so you mean to tell me you actually believe in spies?”

You nodded your head, positively. “Dude, they’re totally real, I’ve done my research.”

“You’ve done your research.”

“Yes, there’s plenty of articles and documentaries on it.”

“What, on the dark web?” Jaehyun teased you. “There’s no way it’d be that easy to find.”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it took you some digging to find, but you weren’t lying!

He laughed at your semi serious appearance and tapped you lightly. “Come on, I’m just joking y/n.” He looked at you for a second before deciding to pour you both another glass of wine.

When you had first arrived, he took you to the rooftop of his building and had a whole set up for you two laid out. A few candles and more than enough layers of blankets laid upon the ground, which was quickly dried up from the rain earlier, to your surprise. He didn’t fail to have some snacks and a small meal prepared.

To be quite frank, you weren’t expecting anything more than chilling inside with him, maybe watching some T.V but no, he actually arranged a real date with you. You couldn’t help but get butterflies upon the idea of his thoughtfulness.

You chuckled at the silly conversation as you picked up the glass, thanking him. He picked his up too and looked at you. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.”

After clunking the glasses, you both took a sip of the bitter yet smooth wine. It was pretty strong so you were getting a good buzz from it, allowing you to be more relaxed with him.

“You’re the type to believe in aliens too, I guess,” Jaehyun spoke, taking another sip.

“Sweetie, I believe in those more than I believe in spies.”

He almost choked from laughing too hard and you couldn’t help but to join him.

“Our next date should be at the movies. We should see a sci-fy together.” He laid his back on the ground, the pillows supporting his neck.

You smiled at the idea as you decided to get cozy and lay next to him. “We should,” you agreed. “What’s your favorite genre?”

Looking you in the eyes and smiling brightly, he took an arm and wrapped it over your waist. “You can’t laugh,” he told you.

“I won’t, I promise.” He stared at you and you could tell he didn’t want to say it. “Goodness, don’t tell me it’s romance.”

“What if it was?”

You accidentally chuckled before quickly shutting your mouth and trying to keep a straight face for the sake of his dignity. In response, he lightly gripped your side as he giggled. “You promised!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just happened. There’s nothing wrong with you liking romance, hun.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.... What about you?”

You sighed, resting your arm across his chest. “Thrillers, horror, action.” His eyes widened upon hearing this. “I like the suspense,” you explained. “And the unrealistic realities of it all. As crazy as it may sound, it’s an escape from the real world.”

He nodded his head in understanding as you continued.

“For me, I’m not the biggest fan of romance because it sets unrealistic standards. It’s a let down, none of that stuff happens in real life. Love is... more complicated than what they show.”

He stared for a while, trying to read you when the wind lightly blew, causing your hair to fly. He took a second to enjoy the view of your messy hair before pushing it out of your face and behind your ear.

“It is,” he whispered.

You bit your lip, feeling that maybe you were looking at it too deep. “Sorry, I—”

“You wanna know why I like it?” he asked. You nodded. “Like you said, it’s unrealistic. It’s also my escape from reality.”

“Yeah except it’s in the guise of what’s supposed to be reality, that’s what annoys me. They’re nothing but a bunch of impractical projections.”

He laughed, his dimples deepening more than usual, causing you to blush. “Something tells me you were on the debate team at your last school.”

You playfully slapped his chest. “Shut up!”

“It’s just.... they give me hope. It’s okay to wish for the best in a relationship, y/n. Maybe with time, you’ll see that.”

He was right, maybe you were looking at it from too much of a negative stance. You couldn’t help it when most of your relationships ended bad. It was safe to say you did hold a grudge against love for a while and it’s okay to admit that.

You let out a breath, feeling defeated. “You’re not wrong, Jaehyun. You’re not wrong at all.”

While he laid, staring at you, you started to realize just why there was a romantic spark in him. You mean, the date alone showed how he viewed dating and to you, it was... adorable?

Before you noticed, you were staring right back at him. “What are you thinking?” he asked you in a hushed voice.

You grinned at him, placing your hand on his soft face. “You’re so pretty,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Next thing you knew, he was kissing you. Small pecks at first. Once, twice, then three more before it progressed intensely, yet he still managed to be gentle. You remembered that he was a good kisser but now that you were more sober than before, you were in actual awe with the way his tender lips molded perfectly with yours.

You both went on like this for a good while and didn’t stop, you didn’t think you ever wanted to. But when he groaned softly, he knew it was time to pull away.

You pouted your now puffy lips at him. “I was enjoying that,” you whined.

He grinned from ear to ear, taking his eyes off of you and glaring at the night sky. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?” You mimicked his moves, looking up at the sky too. It was more beautiful than usual that night.

“It is,” he replied. “And unlike you, I know to keep a promise.”

You jokingly nugged his leg with your knee and you both let out a blissful laugh and enjoyed each other’s company until 1’oclock hit and you had no choice but to end the date and go back home.

The bar might have been low for you due to your dating history but you could easily say that was your best first date ever.

~~

You were shocked when you woke up for school and made it to the bus stop on time. What you almost forgot about for a split second was Jinsoul’s existence until you saw her sitting on the bus bench by herself for once.

When her sight landed on you, she froze as you rolled your eyes at her and looked the opposite way. You were so not in the mood to deal with her right now.

Suddenly, you saw Jimin coming from around the corner, putting you in a semi happier mood. When he saw you, he smiled brightly and you waved from afar. As he got closer, you realized he stopped by a 7-11 on his way.

“Hey, sleepy head!” he yelled.

“How’d you know?” you rhetorically asked as you took the plastic bag out of his hands to examine the items he brought.

“The eye bags explain it all.”

“You asshole!” you shoved him as he laughed and then you picked out an item: samgak kimbap. You unwrapped the food and started to eat, enjoying it more than usual since you skipped breakfast that day. “Thank you,” you said with a full mouth as you handed the rest of the food back to him.

He scrunched his nose in disgust but shook it off quickly and threw you a grin. “You’re so cute when you’re hungry.”

You turned up your face, pretending to be disgusted by the compliment. “Anyway, loser. Where’s Tae and Jungkook?”

He laughed, taking out some food for himself to eat. “Those idiots missed the first bus because they were up all night playing video games. They thought Winter Break started today, not tomorrow.”

Sad to say you weren’t surprised by this at all, it definitely sounded like something they would do. But on the other hand, you couldn’t judge. After everything yesterday, you felt like you didn’t have school either.

You shook your head, giggling at the situation. “I still can’t believe you guys have to catch two buses before this one. You all live so far compared to everyone else.”

“This area is too nice for our company to afford, I think.” He forced a smirk as he bit into a beef jerky stick and looked around at the other students waiting.

You knew it wasn’t his intentions but now you felt slightly bad and it was only 7am. But you quickly waved it off and continued to eat when you saw Jimin look behind you.

“I think someone wants to speak to you,” he said.

For a second, you were confused. But when you turned around, you saw Jinsoul walking your way. You sighed and dismissed yourself from him as he said he would just go chat with Minho.

“Y/n,” Jinsoul spoke, now standing in front of you. “Can we talk?”

To be real, you didn’t want to but you knew it wouldn’t be fair to not hear her out. So you nodded, approving of this request.

As she ran her fingers through her blonde hair, she let out a small sigh. “I had no idea about any of the things Heejin said to you yesterday.”

“Yeah, right—”

”You gotta believe me!” she pleaded. “Not to brag or anything but keep in mind that Jimin was my friend first. The only reason you know him is because of me, y/n. Do you really think I would be okay with someone using you and him for some clout?”

You licked your lips, almost at a loss of words. She was proving some points with that one. Now you just felt like a fool.

“I hardly know those girls, I only just started talking to them the other day and that was only because they were with you.” She paused, staring at you for a second, then she grabbed your arm lightly. “I know this might be hard to believe, given our circumstances but... I kicked her out right after you left. Y/n, you’re one of my best friends, I would never be okay with someone doing that to you.”

You tilted your head, looking at her adoringly. “You still consider me a best friend?”

She chuckled, squeezing your hand. “We never stopped. We just went through a small bump because I got so caught up with...” Jinsoul was now looking at the pavement, a somber expression taken over her face and you instantly knew the reason behind that.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about him, are you okay?” You still couldn’t believe that Jacob would cheat on her. She liked him so much and as far as you were concerned, he liked her too. Everyone knew they were the cutest couple, him doing that was a complete shock.

“I wish I could say I was over him but it’s not that easy,” she replied.

“You’re strong and independent, you’ll be okay.”

“Eventually.” She looked back up at you and cracked a small smile. “Fortunately, I’ll be busy with training now so that’ll take my mind off of it.”

Just then, the school bus pulled up and you all hopped on and got ready for the school day. You knew you had some consoling to do so you linked arms with Jinsoul and sat on the bus with her as the two of you caught up on the ride to school.

~

Right before home room, Jimin insisted on walking with you to your locker when you realized you left your Chemistry textbook in there by accident but you assured him you’d only be a minute so he stayed behind.

As you exited the class, you began to put you hair in a ponytail when you were caught by surprise to see Heejin standing in front of your locker, clearly waiting for you.

You immediately rolled you eyes but continued to your destination to open your locker. “What do you want?” you asked, an annoyed tone hinted in your voice.

Heejin didn’t seem nervous. You can see that she looked apologetic but also, she wasted no time to start talking.

“I shouldn’t have told you any of that,” she spoke.

“You guys shouldn’t have done any of that, Heejin.”

She sucked her teeth. “It wasn’t me, y/n. And I’m not excusing anything. It was wrong, no matter what way I try to look at it. I just regret not telling you sooner.”

You shook your head, breaking eye contact from her to look for your book. “I don’t care, Heejin. It is what it is.” Your eyes laid upon your Chemistry 102 and as you grabbed it, you just realized that you were over it. Completely over it.

“Y/n, I was in a really bad mood the other night and I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I was mad at Kayla and was mad at you for defending her—”

“Which was childish,” you spoke, cutting her off as you now closed your locker. “Kayla is your best friend, Heejin. And I love Jinsoul but you can not let other people’s personal opinions about your best friend control you like that. Ever.”

Now she seemed regretful as she bit her bottom lip and clasped her hands together. “And I realize that now. I plan on talking to her. In the meantime, this is my apology, y/n. Please don’t be mad at me?”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to face Kayla during class today as well. With so many confrontations happening today, you knew you had to persevere your energy and that started with forgiving people.

“I’m not mad at you, Heejin, I’m dissapointed. I just feel I need some space for a few hours... or days.”

With a nod, she agreed. “That’s understandable.”

That being said, you knew what you needed to do next. You walked back to home room and went right to your seat, turning to the woman whom sat directly behind you, still finishing a half eaten bagel.

“You need to talk to Heejin.”

“I know, she’s been acting really funny towards me lately?” She swallowed the bite that she was chewing before sitting up straighter and looking at you curiously. “Wait, is she acting weird with you too?”

You rolled your eyes. “Kayla, I’m not getting between this, just talk to her.”

She shrugged, not seeming too bothered. “I guess. Anyway, you wanna hang out tonight?”

It was very clear that Kayla had no idea about the situation at hand. And yeah, if you were upset at anyone, it was her. So, if anything, this put you in an even more annoyed state.

“Can’t. Ask Jimin, maybe he can spare you some company.”

At first, she looked lost but then she quickly shook it off, asking you if you really thought he would hang out with her.

Guessing that Jimin happened to hear his name being said, he turned back to look at you. Even though he wasn’t sure what you two were talking about, he had a feeling that you said something petty.

“Don’t,” he mouthed to you.

Sighing, you decided to take Jimin’s advice. Now definitely wasn’t the time or place and to top it off, it was just way too early for all of this. So you turned fully around just as your teacher walked in, prepared to start class.

~

By time lunch came around, you noticed you were one of the firsts in the cafeteria. As you stood in line, waiting to be served your tray, you felt an arm cling over your shoulder and you didn’t even need to look to know who it was. The scent of his godsent cologne gave it away, making you immediately blush.

“I think,” the voice to your left began to say, “we should start sitting together.”

You looked at Jaehyun, cocking your eyebrow conceitedly. “Someone moves fast,” you teased.

“Is that a ‘no’?” He grinned at you as you gently took his arm off you.

“Where in that sentence did you hear a ‘no’?”

“Nowhere, so I’m taking it as a yes.”

You giggled at his boldness but deep down inside, you felt flattered. “I take it you’re used to getting what you want.”

“You’d be suprised.”

You shook your head, opposing this statement. “Actually, I would not. And something about that makes me want to play hard to get.”

His jaw dropped in a joking manner as he tried to keep a poker face but couldn’t help but to let out a laugh. “You’re evil y/n.”

“And you’re lucky you’re cute.”

He playfully shoved you with his elbow and you followed by poking his dimple. The both of you smiled at each other sweetly as the line moved up.

“Y/n, we didn’t get to talk about that date.”

“Yeah, we didn’t,” you replied, suddenly getting butterflies as you thought about last night. “I had a good time.”

He smiled, relieved to hear you say that. “I’m glad you had a good time because I would like to take you on another one. A proper one... If that’s okay with you, I mean.”

A proper one. You weren’t sure what exactly he meant by that, as to you, that was a proper date. Especially considering your age and his schedule. Was the timing of the date messed up? Maybe, but he did what he could. And that alone, was the sweetest gesture.

You were about to respond but before you could even get the chance, you saw Jinsoul walking over to join you two in line as she looked at you both skeptically, arms folded in suspicion.

“Oh, hey—”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jinsoul cuts you off.

Jaehyun took a quick glance at you before looking back to Jinsoul. “I was just telling y/n that you guys should sit with us today.”

The line moved up.

“Sit with ‘us’? As in you, Jungkook, Eunah, Mingyu, Kyle,Hyeri and those other freaks?”

Jaehyun took the name calling very lightly as he cocked his head, chuckling at her. “Yes, me and those ‘other freaks’,” he confirmed.

“I’d rather choke on rocks,” she deadpanned before turning to you. “Y/n, if we sit there that means we’ve officially hit rock bottom, people are going to think we belong to a clique. Do you want to succumb to that?”

Jaehyun huffed. “You would know, little miss perfect, not too long ago you were sitting with us. And you know we’re not a clique, we’re friends with everybody. Come on, you say it like we’re not all still friends with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Is Jacob there?”

Jaehyun sighed, seeming to suddenly remember that night. “No, he’s been sorta M.I.A. He’s been telling people he’s sick to get out of things.”

“Once a liar, always a liar,” Jinsoul scoffed, shaking her head in disgust. “Whatever, it’s up to y/n.”

You smiled, shaking your head in approval. “We should!”

“Then I guess we have no choice.”

After taking your trays and paying for your lunches, you all began to walk to Jaehyun’s table where some of his friends already sat, as you noticed Taehyung sitting at your usual table, distracted on his phone as he waited for the others to arrive.

You hadn’t seen Taehyung in a while and knew this was your chance to finally chat with him.

You slowly stopped walking as you got closer and closer to passing him. Jaehyun and Jinsoul looked back at you, curiously. “I’ll be there in a minute, you guys.”

Upon hearing this, Taehyung looked up and the other two shrugged this off and kept it moving. You looked over at Tae, whom was now smiling at you as you approached him completely. “Taehyung,” you greeted.

“Wow, she’s talking to me,” he jokes.

“I know you’re not speaking. I haven’t even gotten so much as a text message from you, this goes both ways!”

He pursed his lips together before blowing out an exhausted breath. “Well, I don’t know if you know but we’ve been preparing for a comeback. I know it’s not an excuse but—”

You chuckled upon hearing the news of this. “Wait, comeback? Oh my god, when?”

He grinned, shrugging a shoulder. “We’re not exactly sure yet, we’ll know officially in a few weeks the comeback date.” He raised an eyebrow. “Jimin hasn’t told you?”

“No, he didn’t.”

Taehyung let out a chuckle before looking back at Jaehyun’s table. He paused in thought, momentarily. “Why aren’t you with your friends?”

“I’m not gonna beat around the bush. I thought it’d be nice if you and I have a little chat about what happened. You’re always disappearing, I don’t know when we’ll get this chance again.”

He sighed and by the looks of it, you could tell he saw this coming. “You’re right,” he replied, nodding. “We should talk about it.”

You sat your plate on the table and took a seat next to him.

“Look,” he started. “I’m sorry I kissed you like that. In my head, I was mad at myself for ignoring you for so long that when we finally talked things out, I couldn’t hold back my feelings. But in reality, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Your feelings?” you questioned, to which he then cocked his head, looking away as you saw him poke his tongue in his cheek.

“You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?” he asked, a grin on his face.

You started smiling, teasingly, as you realized what he meant.

“Yeah, I, uh...” Tae ruffled his black hair, getting slightly nervous before looking back at you. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a small crush on you, yn.”

You froze for a second, trying not to burst out into a fit of laughter but you couldn’t help it. As you laughed, Taehyung joined in, blushing deeply.

You weren’t stupid, you had your suspicions the day he asked you on that “date”, him kissing you just confirmed it. “I kinda knew,” you admitted. “I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t kind of have one on you too.”

He looked you dead in the eyes. “I knew, also. You’re not the only one who sucks at hiding their feelings.”

Now you were the one blushing.

“But if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been actually seeing someone. So you don’t need to worry about our past getting in the way of our friendship.”

He gave you a reassuring smile but all you could do was drop your jaw in response. Seeing someone? “Whhaaattt?”

He chuckled. “She doesn’t go to either of our schools and she’s not an idol or anything of that sort. But I actually like her. I’m gonna give it a little more time as of right now but then I’ll bring her around to meet you and everyone else.”

You pouted in happiness at this news. Taehyung was an amazing person and he deserved to be happy and loved.

“So going forward,” he continued, “I don’t want things to be awkward between us. I don’t feel weird and I hope you don’t either.”

You shook your head eagerly. “Of course I don’t, Taehyung! And I’m happy for you. We’re still gonna be besties. I love you, you know this.” You gently gripped his arm to let him knew you meant what you said.

“I love you, too.” He stifled a small laugh. “It’s good we’re both over each other. Plus, I think Jimin—”

“You think I what?”

You both turned to find Jimin walking up towards you guys, Jacob, surprisingly, following right behind him. You rolled your eyes.

“Aish, nothing,” Tae waves off.

Just then, you heard your name being called. You turned your head to the source of the voice, which was no other than Jinsoul’s, of course. She looked annoyed. Must have been Jacob’s presence being there. You couldn’t blame her.

“What’s the point of being over there when we agreed to sit over here today?”she yelled.

You sighed, standing up to get ready and go back over. As you began to pick up your tray, you suddenly remembered something.

“Oh yeah,” you started. “So my parents are going to Japan next week. My fathers company is having a conference there and my mom decided to tag along, I decided to stay behind. Anyway, I’m gonna have a small sleepover with my close friends, nothing crazy. Think you guys will be able to come?”

Jimin and Tae both looked at each other then looked back at you and simultaneously shrugged. “I don’t see why not,” Jimin spoke.

“We’ll be there,” Tae added. “Hopefully. We have to check our schedule but we’ll most likely be there.”

“Okay.” Then you looked at Jacob, who was shamelessly hiding his face from the side that Jinsoul could see him from. “Oh, and Jacob.” He looked up at you. “Just to clarify, you’re not invited. I’m sure you knew but I just had to make it clear.”

You gave him a smart ass smile as he squirmed in his seat before you turned on your heels to join Jinsoul, Jaehyun and his friends.

PART 15

A/N: bruh i can't believe it took me this long to update sjldjs my bad I've been so busy working everyday. capitalism is sickening! I'm at the point where i really dont think I'm cut out to work like someone pls make me a house wife at this point, i’m begging! skfslkfs anyway lots of small confrontations this chapter, let me know what you guys think, ily!