#anything but u could tell she was scared n ugh i hate guys so much

[cuntryclubs]

men are so 😐

[bloosomjoon]

Surprise? — B. Simpson

request: “The reader is the girlfriend of Bradley Simpson , and he is on tour, and she misses him and she is gonna surprise him at a show, and he asks how long are you gonna stay if you like the hole tour, with a lott of fluff thanks and if its ready you tag me right thanks”

warning: maybe some bad words, but rest of it it’s just clean fluff

words: 1260

a/n: hello beautiful people! another imagine it’s here! Remember, my requests are open so if you want something then go ahead!

ps; I know that this could be not exactly the same thing as you can read in “request” but i try ok?

»»-————　♡　————-««

Your plan was always simple. You pick up the phone, talk with Brad trying not to start crying because of those stupid feeling missing him and after like twenty minutes you ending the call and try your best to don’t think about him.

Unfortunately, today that was harder like never before. You needed his arms, sweet words, which makes you feel better after work and of course just his company. You're sometimes like a very needy type of girlfriend, who needs a little bit of attention, but no one is complaining about it. Yours and his friends like you, so it wasn't a problem for them either.

But you had a plan for that. Again, you picked up the phone, talked with Brad but this time you didn't try to cry, because you didn't have to. You were in the middle of the road to the place where the concert was to be held. Joe - the manager of the band, knew about this, so of course he was this one person who let you into the backstage.

“To be honest, he started pissing me off since… like two last shows” Joe started laughing as you too. You like him. He was like this cool uncle in your weird family, who always stayed by your side, when something bad happened. Like… He was always for you when you needed this.

“Since the last two? Joe, he has been talking about this since the moment that they started this tour!” you say loudly and roll your eyes jokily. “”Why can you bring yourself here? I want people to know about who I wrote this whole album!” Like, seriously? Every single interview it’s about me! Even he wrote my name in those little thanks in the album! “Thanks for amazing Y/n! i love you and thank you for being amazing inspiration for some songs from here” I hate him so much”

“Me too, but we can’t do anything right now” he muttered under his breath and after this you were close to the door, behind which you heard Brad’s laugh. You slowly opened the door and quietly came in with a little smile on your face.

“like, you know? She said that she can’t be here! Again” he screamed and everyone started laughing even you and Joe. “Stop laughing boys, that’s serious… i miss her so fuckin’ much and I’ll do evrything to bring her here”

“Maybe you are not good enough to be blessed by her, to see her here?” Tris said, trying to hide his laughing seeing you behind Brad. Of course, you showed boys to be quiet, and they were.

“Shut up,” Bradley murmured under his breath. “But you right, I don’t deserve her”

“Don’t say that, i love you” you finally spoke waiting for his reaction. Of course, he jumped scared but as soon as you spread your arms, he just ran to you and hugged you tightly. “hey Moon” you whispered into his ear and smiled, hugging him back.

“hey sun” he whispered back, not even thinking about letting you go.

It will be an amazing day.

»»-—————-««

you spent a few hours with boys, but more important was time, when you could talk alone with your boyfriend. It was like one hour till the arena was open, so you could sit down, together in the middle of the scene and have your little date, which you both miss so many times. You had a little blanket, one pizza and champagne. Someone could say “it’s nothing romantic here” but for you and Brad, that was so special, even people walk all the time around you both couldn't interfere.

“So” he started another topic of the conversation, after taking another sip of alcohol. “How long will you be here?”

“ What do you mean?” you asked frown and shook off all the leftovers from your fingers.

“I want you to be on the rest of this tour or eventually for two more shows? I don’t know, but I want you here with me for more time.” he explained and you didn't know how to respond but you felt his thumb on your cheek. “You have um sauce and… yea, sorry”

“First of all, don’t be sorry, at some point i won’t be that dirty as you” u laughed a little and you did the same thing as him.

“Ugh, thanks” he murmurs and took your hand to kiss your finger, where you had one second ago sauce from his cheek.

“Secondly, I truly don’t know, Bradley… What if I will be disturb here?” you sent him a soft smile and slowly took your hand back. “I mean, i want be part of this tour, but i don’t know”

“You are the last person who would disturb here babe, trust me” he shaked his head “Everyone here loves you. Boys, team, fans.. and you know why?”

“Why?” you asked and rolled your eyes.

“Because you always wanna help with everything, even if you don’t have to. Everyone appreciates it here” You were speechless. That was something that you never expect to hear in this kind of situation. “Please?”

“Let me answer this question after the show, okay?” you smiled at him, and after seeing how he only nodded his head you just kissed his lips.

Sweet moments, which have to be always ruined by someone.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, but your manager sent me here, because you have a meet and greet with fans, and what's more, we open the arena so…” it was a security guard. One of the nicest guys around here, who always knows how to help with hard and heavy things.

hearing him,you got up from Brad and started blushing, but the next thing you remember was running to the place where there was a meet and greet, because you were late.

»»-—————-««

You didn't know why, but in the middle of the show you felt very sleepy but at the same time you said you’ll be waiting for Brad and tell him about your decisions. Of course, you will stay with him for the next two shows, because you have work after this. You really fought with your sleep, but sometimes we have to get lost in those things, so you ended up on a little couch in the boys changing room. What's more, you had really sound sleep, because you didn't even hear when the show has ended or how everybody from The Vamps team started walking and cleaning around. The only thing that woke you up was Brad, and he did this only because he had to.

“Babe?” he started quietly taking hair from your face. “we have to go”

“hm?” you murmured and slowly open your eyes. “Whatever, I'm staying for the next two shows, so let me sleep” you added, don’t paying attention to the words that you really said.

“What?” you could hear this short ask and with that you look at brad’s face “You stay?”

“I said that?” you rubbed your eyes but quickly stopped this motion when you realise that you really said your decision out loud. “Yeah… I said that… i’m sorry”

“don’t be sorry oh my god” he screamed and hugged you tightly. “you stay with me and the boys, and oh my god… thank you, this will be your best few days in your life so far ”

Yes, those were really the best days in your life, because you finally spent some time with your boyfriend and his (and your of course) friends.

[quirklessidiot]

Title: coward :: epilogue Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, heavy mentions of abortion, and brief mentions of trauma

notes:

we’ve finally reached it guys! the end :”> this story has been one of the things i’m very much proud of. From this chapter onwards, it’s all just fluff and well Atsumu and Y/N content. thank you for sticking around despite the slow burns and see you on the side stories and the drabbles. ill be accepting eight drabbles for this story and it’ll be open after all the side stories are complete, uwu.

previous    masterlist  [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

“...I wonder how you put them to bed.”

“They usually sleep immediately after I give them a glass of milk.” You blinked, looking up from your paperwork, “Did they give you a hard time again?”

“They chunked a pillow at me and that started a pillow fight.”

Soft laughter filled the room and Atsumu felt his heart soften at the sound of that, such a beautiful laugh you had. 

It’s been a year since that confrontation but it feels so surreal whenever he wakes up to see you lying next to him, snuggled on his chest or the kids suddenly barging into the room to catapult themselves to bed with you two.

Him, you, children. 

A family.

“Are you not going to sleep yet?”

“No,” You breathed, shifting through paper works,“I have to finish this if I want to watch your game next week.”

“Can I lay on your lap then?”

“We have a very big bed.” You deadpanned, you were still stoic and blank as ever but comparing to before, you were more open to him with your emotions and thoughts. Albeit, he didn’t know much about why you ran away -  Daiki says to give you some time -  or what happened with your family, he doesn’t mind because he promised he’d wait and be patient with you. 

Atsumu even suggests that if you can’t talk to him about it, he’d willingly look for good psychiatrists around the area to help with your trauma. The sessions seem to be going well so far, albeit it was slow, you were finally taking the proper steps to heal.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Atsumu grinned childishly and situated himself on your lap. Unknowingly, you’d start playing with his hair. He suddenly feels like he’s about to doze off by the domestic gesture and the familiar sound of your breathing but he is immediately awoken by the small voice of yours.

“Do you want to know why I never introduced you to my family?” you suddenly asked, his eyes slowly turned towards you yet you continue to play with his hair nonchalantly as if you weren’t talking about a heavy topic, “Our situation was a lot like my parents. I was born when my okaasan was in the middle of studying medicine and my otosan was a law student.”

Atsumu remains quiet as he listens to your story.

“They were both from very rich families with promising futures, they dated, they were happy until I happened…” You paused, continuing to play with his hair, “Okaasan wasn’t able to finish her course and she got depressed because of that, her family had turned her back on her. So she begged otosan to marry her even if he didn’t want to so that she could finish her degree and return to her family.”

You continue your story; telling him everything about how your father fell out of love with your mother, how scared you were of your mother growing up, how she quit being a doctor because she was an alcoholic and almost sued for drinking on the job, and how you came to the realization that you weren’t supposed to be born when you were only eight years old, “...that night we met at the frat party was the day of my otosan’s wedding to his mistress, they had called out how the previous wedding and me was a mistake as a joke but it still kind of stinged.” You confessed, “I didn’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t met you that night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was soft, comforting even and it made you smile because despite his rather loud attitude, he understood you very well and was very patient with you.

He’s empathetic and it makes you wonder why you even ran away in the first place, maybe Daiki was right that night seven years ago, maybe you should’ve told him and stayed with him.

“Whenever I was with you back then, you didn’t make me feel that way so I didn’t want to spoil it or destroy that feeling. I didn’t want you to see me in that light.” You divulged, recalling the memories you had with him, “I felt like I was supposed to be there with you. You were a reminder that it was alright to be alive. That I wasn’t a mistake.”

Comfortable silence fills the air as he takes it all in.

Atsumu takes a hold of your hand that’s playing with his hair and gives it a comforting peck, “Was that also why you couldn’t tell me back then that you were pregnant?”

“You were being scouted for the jackals that time and I was scared we’d end up like my parents because I disrupted your dreams.” You ran your hands through his hair again, playing with the blonde strands, “I didn’t want the kids yet at the same time I couldn’t abort them because they were yours.It was very confusing.” 

“Would you...Would you have pushed through with it? With the abortion?”

“Probably.” you blinked, recalling that moment you were at the clinic,you recalled the feeling of nervousness as you waited for them to call your name,  “With the past I had, I doubt I would’ve made a good mother. Would you have hated me if I had done it?”

“No. I don’t think I would.I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love those brats, I love this family but at the end of the day, it would’ve been your choice.” He replies softly, drawing small circles on your hands, “It would’ve been better if you went up to me and told me though, at least I would’ve been there.”

“Well, in the end, I didn’t push through. I couldn’t do it. They were yours as much as they were mine and I couldn’t let that go after breaking off with you.” you paused, “I also told myself that they’d never feel that way, that they’d never feel as if they were born out of a mistake.”

“And you did a damn good job at it.” He complimented, “You placed your own okaasan to shame.” 

“You placed my otosan to shame too…” You smiled softly, suddenly a question popped in your head, you might as well ask it now since the timing seemed to be better than ever, “Would you like to get married?”

Atsumu’s eyes immediately widen at what you said and he sits up, “What the hell, Y/N? I should be the one asking that!” He loudly exclaims and you cover his mouth to muffle his voice.

“The kids are asleep.” You choke back a laughter, shushing him, “And I think it should be me the one who should ask for your hand, after all the shit I put you through-”

The blonde setter takes your hands off his mouth and cuts you off, “First of all, that was my choice. Second of all, how many times do I have to tell you that we were both at fault there? We’re doing a damn good job now. Mind you,” he immediately scrambles out of the bed right after before you could say anything else and looks through his sock dresser, he takes out a small box and your eyes widen, is that what you thought it was?

“I was supposed to give it to you when I officially got in the jackals back then.” Atsumu sheepishly confessed, “I couldn’t throw it away after you left, it was the little hope I guess that you’d come back. I mean, I’ll get you a new one now since i got-”

“I didn’t think you were the sappy type.” You glazed, cutting him off, completely enamored by the gesture, “You’re very cheesy.”

“Only to you.”

You scrunch your nose, faking a disgusted look but Atsumu knows better than that and just crawls back in your arms and gives you a chaste kiss on the lips that you reciprocate almost immediately. It’s slow, languid, and passionate. Something people wouldn’t expect from someone like him.

“Don’t bother buying a new one, I think I like this one better.” You smiled, pulling away as you hold out your hand in which he happily puts on the simple band. He looks into your eyes again, the eyes he loved looking at since he was nineteen. The eyes that were filled with so much emotion that it always contrasted your face that was void of emotions. The same eyes that he dreamed his kids (and they did) to have when he asked you that one night if you wanted to have a family.

“I’m in love with you.” you break the silence.

You never said those words out loud before to him but hearing it now, after all that you’ve both been through. It’s worth it.

He’d do it all again just to be in this moment.

“I’m very much in love with you too.” He grins, leaning back in for another kiss.

Finally…

Finally he was able to catch up with you.

taglist [officially closed, if you guys want to be removed for the side stories, feel free to tell me hehe ilyasm and thank you once again, coward wouldn’t be possible without all you people + other readers]

@fortheloveofiwaizumi ;  @svtbitch  ; @kiyoomile ; @lovedanii ; @juno-multifandom ; @gyubit17 ; @saeranoppa ; @nixxona ; @kyomihann @shorttstackk ; @intoomuchfandoms ; @yammmers ; @mx-minxx @itsmattsunshinehere ; @missingmystogan ; @volleybloop ; @imcravingyou ; @yams-wants-that-booty ; @liathachcapricious ; @pinknugget @seikamuzu ; @marigoldthoughts ; @sillykittt ; @baejinoffcl ; @alluring-akaashi ; @bnhasstuff  ; @intheawks ; @bokuakadaily ; @agaassi ; @yams046  ; @dope-squish ; @chrisrue15 ; @vermillionwaves ; @demursv1ogs ; @just-snog-already ; @angmarwitch ; @angmarwitch ; @simpingonothers ; @woo-youngs ; @cowward ; @chaelysian ; @sempiternal-amour ; @jungshookmeup ; @jovialnoise ; @karlitabi-rrito ; @iwaizluv ; @sugarandsoft ; @tspice283 ; @ohshirabu ; @syzygymai ; @volleybloop ; @oikaw-ugh​ ; @pockytokyo ;  @differentballooncollection​ ;  @keniloveshaikyuu ; @turquoiselace​ ; @playboygeniusphilanthropist​ ;   @keijislut​​ ; 

@misosamu  @Etherynaw  @ryaaaax @allysasteaparty   @mikaashi  @brownie0food @ph10xy  @Chocolaterumble [hi, i can’t seem to tag u guys, i think you need to open your tags uwu]

[sleepysnk]

Hey love! Ur fav requester here! Jk XD Anyways I thought of a cool request idea but how about a Levi x female reader where the reader is in Levi's squad and both Levi and reader have feelings for another. But they end up getting in some kind of argument and reader runs away outside when it's storming to go cry. Some people heard the argument and go and help find her uwu Plus that good TLC maybe where reader wears Levi's clothes too. Thank you sm for dealing with my requests 😭 love u!

AH YES MY TOP REQUESTER IS HERE 😭. don't hesitate to ever send me one! i enjoy your requests! i hope you enjoy this! ♡

Levi x Fem!Reader: The Storm

Warnings: None

"Will you just stop complaining (Y/N)? I already told you no" Levi said and crossed his arms.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not complaining! I'm just saying what is the obvious" she replied.

Levi and (Y/N) were having a heated argument about something that occurred during the day. She was not happy about what was going on, and she was trying to point it out to him. Levi thought she was just complaining.

Truth is, Levi and (Y/N) both had strong feelings for one another, but both were too scared to admit it. People noticed it, and even pointed it out, but the two of them would just shrug it off.

"Ugh! (Y/N) just shut the hell up already! You complain too much and it's so annoying" Levi snapped and looked at her.

She went silent.

What he said kind of made her upset. She never thought she was annoying before, she didn't really know what to say to him now.

The cracking of thunder broke her out of her thoughts. "Oh... well I'm gonna go now" she said and stood up.

Levi noticed her tone and the way her whole mood changed. "Wait (Y/N)..." he said.

She didn't listen and slammed the door to his office. Levi rolled his eyes at how stupid he sounded, he really said that to her. He didn't mean to call her annoying, it sort of slipped out, he was upset.

The loud claps of thunder and the sound of pounding rain was making it difficult for him to focus. Levi hated storms for very specific reasons, and it bothered him to the point where he couldn't do his paperwork. He was also very worried about (Y/N). He cared a lot about her ever since she was promoted to his squad months ago.

Levi decided to go and find her to talk. He didn't want her going to bed upset. He exited his office and was faced with Hanji.

"What do you want?" Levi asked and crossed his arms.

She nodded. "Um.. I wanted to check in with you. I heard you arguing with (Y/N), and so did the others" she replied.

He sighed. "It was nothing huge... did you see where she went?" he asked and nodded.

Hanji looked at him. "She went somewhere, I didn't see her. Most likely to her room, but I don't know Levi, that sounded really harsh" she replied and shrugged.

He looked back at Hanji. "I'll find her and make sure she's fine" he said and walked away.

He began to make his way to her room. She most likely was in there, hopefully no one would think he was a weirdo. He was just making sure she was in her room safe.

He opened the door and looked around. It was dark except for the lightning that would frequently flash across the sky.

"(Y/N)" Levi whispered and waited for a response.

It was silent.

He nodded. "(Y/N)!" he whispered this time a little louder.

He was super confused and decided to go by her bed. That's when to his surprise, she wasn't in her bed. The lightning made this clear now, she wasn't in her room, and his anxiety began to spike.

Where the hell did she go?

Levi quickly exited her room, and went to go and find Hanji. If (Y/N) wandered off somewhere, he wanted to know where.

"Hey Levi, did you-" Hanji was cut off by him.

"Where the hell is (Y/N)?! She's not in her room, and I don't know where she could be" Levi said and looked up at her.

She nodded. "She's not there? Oh God... she probably went outside. She has a tendency to wander off there when she is upset" she replied and rubbed her head.

"Come with me to find her! Gather my squad" Levi said and went to grab his cloak.

He hated going outside in the rain. He had his reasons, but he wanted to make sure she was safe. Being out in a storm isn't ideal, and it's super dangerous.

Hanji got his squad together to go and search for her. "Everyone is ready Levi" she said.

He nodded. "Alright... let's move out, she can be anywhere. Check absolutely every corner" he replied and began to make his way outside.

The lightning shot across the sky, and thunder crashed above him. The rain hit him quickly making it difficult to see.

"Oluo and Petra! You two go together, Eld and Gunther, you two stay together as well. I'll be on my own! If you find anything meet back here" Levi said and began to ride his horse around.

The rain made it hard for him to see. Levi hated storms, and being out in one made his anxiety spike through the roof. He silently prayed (Y/N) was fine, and she was just sitting somewhere safe. He didn't want her wandering around in the rain.

"(Y/N)! Where are you?" Levi yelled and waited for a response.

Nothing.

Shit. He kept thinking to himself she wandered very far. If she did that'd be bad, he'd spend all night looking for her. He wasn't going to give up so easily on her.

(Y/N) was under a tree crying as the rain came over her. No one knew she was there, but it wasn't the safest. Being under a tree during a thunderstorm was not a good idea. She was cold, and wet which wasn't good either.

That's when she saw a figure in the distance. "(Y/N)!?" a voice called.

She recognized it to be her Captain's voice. Did he figure out she went outside? Levi hated storms, so why would he be out looking for her?

(Y/N) stood up and looked around. Levi saw someone near a tree, and decided to make his way over there. With the lantern light, he knew it was (Y/N).

"(Y/N)! Are you alright?" he asked as he got off his horse.

She sniffed. "Yeah.. I'm fine. I'm going to go" she said and tried to walk away from him.

He grabbed her arm. "No. Why the hell are you out here? It's dangerous, you should know better. You had everyone worried" he said and looked at her with seriousness.

She crossed her arms. "I just wanted to clear my mind" she replied and tried to walk off.

Levi didn't let her go so easily. "Look (Y/N), you're a shitty liar. I know you're upset with me, and I'm sorry for making you upset. You're cold and wet, so come with me" he said and held his hand out to her.

She felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she took his hand. He guided her onto his horse, and lead it back to the stables. The rain was still pouring down. (Y/N) was shivering on the horse.

"Captain!" Petra called as she saw him return with (Y/N).

He looked at her. "I got (Y/N), you guys can head back to bed. Thank you once again" he said and hopped off his horse.

The rest of his squad left, and Levi took her back to his room. They both were drenched as water dripped off of them, and (Y/N) felt extremely cold and uncomfortable in her wet clothes.

"Don't just stand there... here" Levi said and tossed her a towel.

(Y/N) took it and began to dry herself off. "I-I'm cold" she said and looked at him.

He nodded. "I can tell... here take these" he replied and gave her some clothes.

They were his clothes, she had not much of a choice but to change out of hers. Levi began to dry his hair which was also wet from the rain.

"Where should I change?" she asked and stood up.

Levi looked over at her. "In the bathroom obviously, I'm not gonna force you to strip in front of me, unless you want to" he replied and crossed his arms.

She began to blush at his words. "Uhh..." she said and quickly went to the bathroom.

(Y/N) began to remove the wet clothes that clung to her body. She put them in the bathtub, because she knew Levi would throw an absolute fit if she left them on the ground. His clothes actually fit her pretty well, so she wasn't really uncomfortable.

She exited the bathroom and saw Levi standing in his room. "Huh... they fit" he said and eyed her form.

She looked at him and blushed. "Y-Yeah.. they do" she replied and stood there.

Levi came up to her. "You know... I was worried about you. Being out in the rain isn't a smart thing, so don't do it again" he said.

She nodded. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to cause trouble" she replied.

"I may never get the opportunity to say this, but (Y/N)... I have feelings for you. As much as you may be a brat, I still care a lot for you" he said and looked down at her.

(Y/N) felt herself blush, and her heart beginning to race. He actually liked her back? She never really thought he would.

"I like you too Levi" she said and smiled a bit.

His eyes were wide and he was speechless. "Ah, so you must have ran out there on purpose, so I would save you" Levi said and smirked.

She hit his arm and rolled her eyes. "I did not!" she said.

He found amusement in her cuteness. "I'm messing with you... but seriously, never do that again" he said and pulled her into a hug.

She buried her face into his chest. "I promise" she said and smiled.

[ushiwakaout]

WARNINGS: age gap, student x teacher (platonic then romantic) SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTERS 280+

probably really bad spelling

Ok bitches, it��s midnight and my mind is ROLLING.

This obviously has to do with bakugo. I’m a bakugo kinny so don’t @ me plz.

I really do be thinking that he’d fall in love with his teacher. But like let me explain.

You’re one of his teachers but you aren’t a hero, 100% a vigilante bc you don’t believe in the Hero morals bc you think they are a little twisted. You’re the only teacher in UA who’s not a “real” hero, personally i think Aizawa is a vigilante bc in the beginning we see that he doesn’t like Toshinori and i think it has to do with his Hero ways.

ANYWAYS, getting out of pocket here.

After the UA festival you have a big soft spot for bakugo and midoriya (especially bkg but don’t tell deku). One day he accidentally fell asleep in class bc he’s been having nightmares and you notice. Ofc you do- he’s basically your kid smh. You don’t even bother to wake him and you threaten the ones who try, especially denki and mineta. Your quirk revolves around blood manipulation but u can make it into a physical form (i guess like elsa but w blood/ u can manipulate not just yours) So when they try to wake up bakugo you just put two scary blood creatures beside them and they threaten them for you. If class is over and he’s still asleep, deku looks a little worried but you pat his shoulders and let him know it’s okay.

not you waking him up with a blood figure bc your scared of him 😔 just a lil

he obviously wakes up startled with the blood beside him, unknown to you, it reminded him of the Sludge villain. you rush to his side and start to apologize, stroking his hair but he just slaps your hand away. He’s not used to this type of affection. “Bakugo.... Are you sleeping alright?” He obviously doesn’t crack under the first attempt and decided to leave, calling you an old hag nun the less. He’s muttering “Why should you care?” and “Mind your business old hag.” Mind you, youre only like 7 years older than he is. (Bakugo is 16, aka the oldest of the class making you 23, one of the youngest teachers too) You only stop him seconds before he’s out the door to let him know that he can talk to you when he wants to. Obviously flips u off bc he doesn’t see you like an elder like Aizawa or All Might.

The fourth time Bakugo is distracted or falls asleep, he slips up. You wake him after Iida complained to you about not waking him up, low key threaten him too- u know that he almost murdered stain 💀 shuts him right up. You stroke his hair this time, trying to be gentle and not startle him like last time. You ask if he’s okay again and that’s when he slips up, “Just nightmares n stuff...” He is NOT fully awake or conscious, so he kinda frazzled up again and we are back to our regular program of Bakugo barking in your face to mind your business. But you don’t expect him to say thank you right before he walks out the door. You’re like ????? that’s new.

It’s probably the last time bakugo falls asleep is when he starts developing a crush on you. You run your hands through his hair again and he kinda rubbed into it like a cat being pet behind the ears. Both of you are like 👁👄👁

He BOLTED. No way he had just developed a crush on his teacher. No fucking way. Try’s to distance himself from you. Doesnt sleep in you class anymore. Doesnt ask you for your help or anything. You don’t mind since it seems like he’s getting by better than he was before.

But when he gets captured by the LOV and youre at camp w aizawa as extra help and you don’t see bakugo back with the rest it’s like a piece of your heart was ripped out. ( BTW in this point in time the feelings you have for bakugo ARE NOT ROMANTIC, it’s kinda like Eri and Aizawa situation, you unintentionally took bakugo under your wing and care for him a little bit more than the rest)

You don’t sleep until you find him. You’re at the press conference and you’re blood begins to boil when they said bakugo would become a villain. You spoke over Aizawa “I can assure you that you can drop those theories and accusations of my student. Bakugo Katsuki is talented and strong willed. What you saw during the festival was a mier fragment of who he really is. He’s a good kid who wants to be the number one hero one day... he wouldn’t give that up to be a villain.”

“And how do you know this fire sure, (hero/name)”

“I know my student better than anyone.”

When you hear that Midoriya, Iida, Momo, Kirishima and Todoroki went on a rescue mission to save Bakugo- you freak out. You paced all night until All might won the battle against AFO. Shota called you in the middle of the night to let you know that Bkg was gonna be in the hospital for the night. You rushed over there and once again your blood began to boil- you overheard the converstantion with him and his mother. Her calling him weak. What kind of mother was she?

you purposely walked in, “Oh sorry... You must be the Bakugos, I’m H/N- his teacher.” Mitsuki shook your hand and so did Masaru. You guys chatted a little before they left. “Your fathers such a sweet guy... how’d he end up with your mom?” Bakugo chuckled, “Old hag basically jumped on him at work.” You two chuckled together.

A very long chat between you too happened. More on how he was feeling and how you worried about him. At this point Bakugo knew that he could confide in you... He looked down at his lap and he began to sniffle. Something you where NOT expecting. “It’s all my fault... All might lost his power because of me... Becahse i was weak.” You heart ached for him UGH. Taking his hand in his, “Bakugo you are not weak... You’re the strongest kid I know. This isn’t your fault. If anything it’s mine... I couldn’t protect you kids fast enough... I’m sorry.” Caressing his cheeks. “It’s getting late. Get some sleep bakugo.” Youre about to let go of his hands but his grip gets tighter. “Don’t make me say it old hag.” He mutters before you chuckle a little and sit back down. You fall asleep you head on the edge of his bed, still in your chair while he finally began to drift to sleep. Your hand now in his.

When he figured out Deku’s secret he has one condition. “We tell L/N”

Deku’s like ??? “You mean H/N??? But kacchan!”

“No buts deku! We tell L/N or i tell everyone.”

“All Might! Do something!”

“I trust her”

“HA! Stupid deku!”

Bakugou’s kinda excited to tell you while y’all have tea and discuss Deku’s quirk but your sipping your tea when they tell you and your like “Oh, yeah i kinda figured that out myself... You guys are really bad at hiding a secret.” Bakugo calls the irresponsible and the rest is history 💀

Also you side intern w a 1-B student Shiozaki bc y’all have manipulation quirks and he gets mad jealous 💀💀 also hates that u intern w Vlad King and hang out w Hawks WAY TOO MUch

If he’s ever around you guys and Hawks starts flirting OH MAN bakugou with start to bark.

Hawks is the first person to notice his crush and he tells you and your like “Pft BAKUGOU?? You’re crazy!” but then you low key begin to notice small things that you didn’t before and your like oh- Oh shit.... this ain’t good

“Bakugo, have lunch with me will you?”

Denki and mineta make dirty jokes and you slap both of them w your shadows before the exit class.

You’re both mid into your bento box as you just blurt it out “Do you fancy me Kacchan?” yes u intentionally call him kacchan bc he chokes on the spici bento u made him. “Oh wow... hawks was right...”

“WHAT DID THAT BIRD BRAIN TELL YOU”

“Just told me you had a crush on me... Didnt believe him until now...” You eat a little more bento and just put it down bc ur don’t like the tension in the room. “Bakugo you know nothings going to happen between us right? You’re my student and i care about you. I obviously favor you but that’s all it’s gonna be.”

“Watch your mouth old hag. I’m 18 in two years, let’s see if i don’t come back and bite you in the ass.”

you burst out laughing and he just barks at you for laughing at him. “You will not my dear bakugo. Unless you graduate top of your class, turn 21 and make an image for yourself, then we’ll talk.”

“Mmm i promise ima gonna follow you till u love me too, L/N.”

“you’re disgusting, eat your bento.”

SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTER 280 and ONGOING

You’re horribly injured. Gashes and blood spilling from your wounds as you watch Midoriya fight a battle alone with Shigaraki. Bakugo is sitting you up between his legs, making sure you don’t pass out. Your blood isn’t regenerating your wounds like it usually would. Your body has its limits and you’ve almost passed them.

But when Aizawa goes out cold, Deku claims Nanas float quirk, it’s up to you and Endevor to keep everyone safe, even if your body is screaming at you to sleep and rest.

There’s a moment when you see bakugo look at you when he sees that his child hood friends is in grave danger. “Don’t... BAKUGO!” He’s already in the air and your blood whips aren’t fast enough to move them. Shigaraki is faster and pieces through his chest and abdomen... It’s like you could feel it. “NO!!BAKUGO!!!” Everyone around you can hear the horror in your voice as you push yourself up in the air w the rest of your energy and catch him in your arms before anyone else does, but your body feels limp, luckily enough Todoroki Shoto is seconds behind you and catches the both of you safely.

At this point you can’t even tell who’s blood is on your hands. “You idiot.... Damn it ... Hey, hey you’re alright, look at me Bakugo. You can’t leave me too kid.” If it weren’t for your regeneration you’d probably be passed out the way he is right now. “We’re gonna get you to safety alright.... You gotta keep your promise... as stupid as it is.”

The second your feet step into a medical, everyone is looking at the both of you in horror. You tears a falling onto him and you just look like a tired mess. “Please take him. No- No not me, him! He needs help not me, please.” The doctors are quick and they try to help you but you keep screaming that it’s bakugo that needs help and when he’s not in your arms anymore and you see him getting the help you need that’s when your body collapses into the arms of a doctor.

Once everything is over and everyone is safe. You’re the last one out of the group who wakes up, which frightens bakugo. He’s in his room and he’s nagging you at his nurse to let him see you (your legit a curtain over) but she keeps saying that you need rest and blah blah. “Let the kid in nurse.” You croak and bakugo almost falls off his bed to get to you.

he regrets his decision. you look pissed. “You could have died.” was the first thing you tell him when you see him. “Do you know how selfish that was Bakugo? You could have died in my arms? Did you even think about that-

“My body moved in it’s own...”

*silence*

“I had to do something...”

You start tearing up, “get over here you stupid pomeranian.”

After that you watch Bakugo from afar, you give up you job in UA. You felt unworthy to have that position especially when you couldn’t save your student for the second time. Sometimes bakugo calls you and ask where you are while he’s on a grocery run. “I’m a lot closer than you think Kacchan, now get home safely, it’s getting dark.” You hang up in him and follows him back to UA, making use he’s fine.

This goes on for two year until he graduates. He’s taking pictures with his friends and aizawa gives him a box. “What is this?” he shrugs. “She just dropped it off.” He walks away leaving bakugo confused.

He opens the box and it’s a picture of you and him that Toshinori may have taken while you laughed together eating your bento. Behind the picture, there’s ink w your hand writing “give it back in 3 years” and inside there’s ring hanging on a necklace, he chuckles while reading the next note “p.s i’m not proposing. i just want something else to look forward to other than your presence”

“stupid hag.” he mutters before pulling the necklace over his head and tucking it into his graduate uniform. his hand is over the necklace and you see his smile from the top of the UA roof. When he looks up, he sees you. You smile softly and disappear when he blinks- he was afaid that would happen.

the next three years go by a lot quicker than he realizes. He’s interning under the agency you created w hawks but your no where to do seen. You’re never. in office.

and when april 20th hits, it’s the first time people see you in the office in three years and you go directly to Bakugos cubicle. You place a white box in front of him and smile “Happy birthday Dynamight.” His eyes widen when he locks eyes with you. Your hair is different, you look more like a woman than you did 5 years ago. he’s speechless and u just chuckle and roll your eyes. “My necklace, Kacchan.”

“I want my birthday present first.”

“What are you talking about, the box is your present now hand over my neck-“

“that’s not what i’m talking about.”

“the what-”

all eyes are on you two when pulls you into a kiss that he’s been holding onto for five years. “This necklace is mine now, just like you are. I promised you didn’t i?”

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

'Family support's just so wholesome, i can't! Your writing's great 💙 i have a request (tho it's more than fine if you're not taking them/ don't feel like doing this one): bau!reader losing a loved one, not telling anyone and throwing themselves into work but masking it up pretty well so no one notices how broken they are until after a though case reader falls asleep on the jet and has a nightmare, reid puts 2 & 2 together and comforts them.. idk just feeling a bit moody today, hope u r fine 😊

Hold you in my arms

A/N: hey! I'm glad you enjoyed family support! Im glad you also enjoy my writing thank you so much! im sorry I took forever to write this one up! Hopefully its what you wanted. I did kinda rush the case so we could have Spencer and reader content, so sorry if it is rushed and bad. hope you enjoy this one!

TW: family member going through cancer.

things to know: the italics in the beginning are going through the death of the brother, and near the end is the dream. regular font is what happened or is happening how ever you want to put it.

You were a really private person, for the most part, but with your team, they knew mostly everything about you. Which knowing them for years was okay with you. As long as they didn’t know any more details you were fine with that. Your family meant everything to you and you wanted them safe. You never wanted to be the reason they were tortured or even killed.

However some things that caused death weren't your fault completely. Your brother was getting near to death. He’s been fighting leukemia since he was 15 and recently it's been getting worse. You stayed with him the days you didn’t work or didn’t get called in. Lucky the last few days you had with him you only had paperwork to finish.

The team noticed how fast you would complete them and how detailed and well written they were so they thought nothing of it. Spencer though he noticed despair and worry, but he didn’t say anything since you two were only friends and if you had something to tell him you would reach out.

“Is she okay?” Prentiss asked as the team shrugged. “Yeah Spence is she alright seems like something is up?” Rossi said as Spencer shrugged not knowing what was wrong with his best friend and “secret” crush. “She hasn’t said anything or talked to me, she’ll probably talk when she’s ready” he said as that left the team with that and spending their own free time the way they do.

You would walk into the hospital with two thoughts in your mind. “He’s alright he’s okay, he’s fighting” or “it’s too late you work too much and now he’s gone” and when you would enter the room relief was hit and you saw him eating or watching tv.  

You two would talk and spend time with one another, but he would beg you to go back to work and not worry. “Matt, no I'm staying until they call alright? You said as he held your hand. “Please go back to work I’m fine, I know you’ll make it in time once my monitor goes crazy” he said as you glared at him. “Don’t say that, I’m staying.” You said as he gave you the look your mother gave you. “Ugh fine I’ll go, but you need to call me if anything happens.

Like that you would go back to work and finish even more paperwork. Like nothing was wrong. You were sad inside but you didn’t show. You were strong, well you had to be, your brother was told he was gonna live for 2 months and he just passed his 1 month, this scared you. You couldn’t lose him now. He was your other half considering how young he was. Why do good people die young and terribly?

When that day came, you were called by your mom. You were home so you quickly left your home not even worrying if you left something on, your main focus was your brother. Seeing him alive when you go there.

Once you got to the hospital you arrived and saw them resuscitate him. They gave you a look that said, he wasn’t gonna make it and you needed to say goodbye. Your parents were sitting in chairs while you held your brother in your arms like the first time you met him. He was just your little baby brother and you knew he was gonna do great things.

Memories of you and him passed through your brain like one of those movies. The good and the bad. As the monitor went flat he was gone, your baby brother was gone. Tears just flushed through your eyes not caring if some got onto him. All you could do was hug him and let him rest the way he wanted to. In your arms.

“It’s okay, it’s time for you to rest.” You said as you kissed his head and held on for a while longer.

That was the last time you saw him. You currently got back from the funeral, and you changed so the team didn’t notice anything. As you walked over to your desk you got a new picture frame out with a picture of you and your brother when you were 10 and he was about 3. You smiled at the way your brother smiled.

“Y/n” someone said. “Y/n? You alright?” Spencer said as you looked at him. “Yeah Spence sorry I was just thinking. What’s up?” You asked as he smiled. “Well we have a case, so let’s go?” He said as you smiled back and headed to the conference room.

The case introduced was about an unsub killing young 20 year old males. Most of them were either in college or working for their families. They were good people but they were just killed for no reason. Which made you think of Matt. What if….no stop it.

As you debriefed the case you were headed to New Orleans. As you got your go bag you were met by spencer who was waiting for you per usual, spencer noticed something stopped you. “y/n? You okay?” he asked as he startled you and you blinked many times not knowing he was there. “Yeah im okay, uh just thinking.” you said as he hummed. “Alright..oh is that a new picture?” he asked as he grabbed the new frame with your picture. “Actually it's an old one, i just thought i could have another picture you know.” you said as he nodded. “Yeah, i do, is this your brother?” he asked as you nodded. “Yeah i was 10 and he was about 3 years old in that photo, it was the first day of school for the both of us, he was going to preschool and i was going into the fourth grade” you said as he noticed your sincere smile. “Is he doing okay?” he asked as your heart stopped, but you knew you had to lie, you didn't want to bother him. “He's fine, going into his fourth year of college,” you said as he nodded, but he read through your lie, you thought your heart stopped internally, but your whole body shifted and he knew something happened. you then were interrupted by a hotch. “Guys we should get going, seems like they need us earlier than i thought.” he said as you nodded heading over to the jet.

As you read through the file you were still thinking about Matt, you knew he wanted you to work instead of grieving for him, and you were gonna do that until it was gonna finally break you. You just kept thinking about getting privacy to let the tears to come out.

As you landed, you had to talk to the family of the recent victim. As you got there you saw them break down, not only did you lose someone, they did too. As if your instincts were nagging at you, you walked in to talk to the family, understanding completely what they were going through.

After talking to the parents, they told you Jerry was sick. He had been going through some type of chemotherapy and he didn't go to his last one days before getting kidnapped. That was weird, maybe the unsub knew who they were. But you didn't really know how to back that up with so you called garcia.

“Hello my beautiful princess, how may i serve you today?” she asked as you smiled. “God pen, never change,” you said as she hummed. “Not in any world my love.” she said as you looked down at your file. “Hey can you see if any of our victims was going through some type of therapy, like chemo?” you asked as she typed away and you waited.

Maybe this was some type of coincidence, like god was giving you a chance to save someone, after losing someone.

“Woah, uhh, our first victim, David, had thyroid cancer, and our other two victim, had leukemia. How does this connect?” she asked as you sighed. “Our latest victim had some type of cancer and was going through, chemotherapy.” you said as she sighed. “God why would someone kill someone who is going through a hard time?” she said as you sighed as well. “I don't know love, that's what I'm gonna figure out.” you said as she hung up leaving you to tell the team. You walked over to where everyone was standing and they seemed to pay attention before you began to talk.

“So all of our victims went through some type of sickness that involved them to get chemotherapy, what if our unsub is going through that and by killing them they are taking their place by getting some chemotherapy.” you said as they all shuffled looking through.

“That could explain why they didn't have certain belongings with them. And could explain why some didn't have their id.” Morgan said as you nodded. “Alright well call garcia to widen her search, good job y/n” hotch said as you nodded. “And this person might be working near any of the hospitals, our victims went to.” you said as they all nodded and you were getting ready to deliver the profile.

While this happened you got a call from your mother. You quickly picked it up leaving the room. “I'm sorry I have to take this.” you said as hotch nodded and you went into a hallway.

“Hey mom? Everything okay?” you asked as she hummed  “i am, its just i really hate to bother you, but i can afford the funeral i only paid half of it... And i don't wanna ask you for money-” she said, stumbling over her words as you cut her off. “Mom hey, dont worry about that, let me give you my credit card information all right? Tell them to send me the bill to my apartment. You don't have to worry about it alright?” you said as she sighed and sobbed. “Okay, im sorry...its just i saved up money for college but it wasn't enough and i know you do-” she said as you cut her off again. “Mom don't worry about it. I had some money saved up for him too in case he needed something. It's fine mom.” you said as you kept reassuring her. You then met the team again as they had a lead.

“Hey sorry it was my mom.” you said as they found a guy who lost his family because his wife had left him for his best friend, he was then told he had lung cancer and didn't have insurance or enough money to pay for his treatment. He was recently seen at the same hospital all the victims were at, and that meant he was getting ready for his next victim. He also worked as a janitor at the hospitals, which explained how he got the information from them.

You and Reid were sent to his house as the rest of the team was sent to the hospital. As you got there you noticed the lights were on. “You check the front while i check the back.” he said as you nodded. You had a police officer behind you as you cleared the house. Everything seemed clear, but the odd things was why were the lights on. He probably left in a rush.

You both checked everything as found and he had schedules of the patients. He also worked in many hospitals which explained how he met the other two victims. Reid called hotch and gave him the address to the hospital next on the list. It was most likely he was just living here because you didn't find any bodies in the house, but you still searched outside his house.

You were walking around the back as you noticed humps in the ground...oh no. “reid! I think i've got bodies” you said as reid came along with a dog and they were sniffing and barking. “Yeah he definitely killed them here. Morgan and prentiss just found a shack a couple miles away from here and all their clothes and stuff are. Where is he though?” he said as you nodded.

You ended up finding him in the hospital reid found next on the list. They ended up getting the guy and taking him to the station. He was in the interrogation room and hotch let you take him. Reid was with you and you just stared at the unsub.

“You ready?” he asked as you nodded. He walked over to the door entering the room as the unsub looked at both of you as you sat down. “So uh mark? Right?” reid said as the unsub nodded. “Yeah, can you tell me why I'm here?” he said as you looked at Reid and he let you take the lead. “Well mark, your property is filled with missing people who were filled missing, you know, because their family cares about them. Why did you kill them?” you asked as he scoffed. “Please my family cares about me.” he said as you glared at him.

“Really mark, they do? Then why aren't they here? We know your wife left you for your best friend and he matched all the victims appearances. You killed innocent boys who were just starting their life. You're just mad that their lives were settled and not yours.” you said as the unsub felt uncomfortable that you knew all that.

“Mark, we know you killed them because you were eventually gonna kill your own friend.” reid said as he just shook his head as if he was going crazy.

You two were just throwing the truth at him as he exploded.

“I had to do it! They were gonna ruin someone else’s life too! I couldn't let them go through that.” he said as you too got your confession, not that you needed it.

“Look mark, we didn't need this but we got what we need and i hope you get what you deserve.” you said as he yelled, “you don't even know what they felt. Why do you care so much!” he said as you stopped in your tracks and turned around. “You know what i do, i know what it's like to lose someone, they were already suffering so much, and you ruined it more for them. They had more time, but you didn't care. If you really care, family is important, and losing one is even worse, especially from sickness. Knowing that i couldn't do anything hurts. You're the one who doesn't know. You only know what it felt like to kill them knowing you were gonna live and they were gonna die.” you said leaving as reid and everyone behind that mirror just heard what you said.

As you got back on the jet, you were so tired you fell asleep right away. You were just so tired you didn't know what to do.

You were running through the unsubs home and noticed a body that looked familiar. It was matt. You quickly ran over to him and saw his face. He was already dead. You then were tied up seeing the unsub shoot him over and over. “NO! Matt, no! You had more time! Why!” you said.

“You had more time….why did you kill him…” you mumbled as you were moving around a lot and crying. Reid noticed and he quickly put his book down as he shook you up. “y/n...hey it's just a dream...y/n'' he said as you woke up with tears falling out of your eyes. “Im sorry, sorry.” you said as you wiped your own tears away. You sat there in complete silence. You were comfortable so it wasn't awkward.

You then saw the way Reid looked at you, which was the look that told you he knew what was wrong. You sighed in defeat as you asked him. “How do you know?” you asked as he half smiled. “Well today when you mentioned Matt, your mood changed, and I knew something was wrong, and you also wanted to comfort the victims family. You seemed like you knew what they were going through. And when you told us about the victims being sick, you seemed really sad for them more than a regular person would be and when you talked about losing family, I knew something was up.” he said as you nodded. “So you profiled me huh?” you said as he nodded and gave you a sincere smile

He was waiting, but he spoke first. “y/n i'm here for you, just know that, even if you feel alone i'm here for you always.” he said as you nodded.

He was about to get up as you spoke. “Matt died...two days ago...and the funeral was today, and i'm not okay.” you said as your tears fell out. Spencer held you as he wiped your tears away. “I'm so sorry, y/n.” he said as you shook your head. “spence its fine.” you said as he nodded, but he knew it wasn't fine. “Its just...when he died, i held him in my hands. I was there when it happened.” you said as he felt very sorry that you had to go through that.

“Im so sorry. Here come here.” he said as he opened his arms so he could hold you. You were thankful for Spencer, he was always there for you and you were glad he was there for you for this. It made being able to grieve much easier.

[atinybitofau]

Y U N H O ⇨ mafia au

THE ONE WHERE YOU MAKE HIM DRINKS EVERY DAY BUT HE LITERALLY HATES THEM

disclaimer: may contain implied mature content

• you think of him as a really hot leather studded big fluff ball.

• but that’s not what the world thinks of him.

• he keeps his truths a secret really well from you.

• that and you don’t really care to look at Yunho for his evils

• I mean, you just run a decent coffee business down the street from his hideout.

• how the hell are you supposed to know he’s a cold blooded killer?!

• “Hi, Yunho!”

• he’s fatally in love with everything about you.

• would go through lengths to keep you safe.

• make sure no one gets to cherish you the way he does.

• he’s leaning on the palm of his hand as you make his drink

• — one that he’s already tired of.

• but gets it everyday just to see your face.

• “One 6 shot, non fat soy, caramel drizzled latte on ice coming right up.”

• he’s a complete fool when he’s smiling at you guard down.

• you could be the most dangerous weapon against him and he should probably be more careful.

• but he’s not.

• cause he’s a fool.

• “How was work today, Yunnie?”

• he beams at you while you make his drink behind the counter.

• mesmerized by how you move.

• how gentle you were.

• and how ridiculously hot you were.

• “Curving bullets all day, baby.”

• you giggle not taking it literally when you really should.

• but even if that statement were true.

• he was thinking more on the lines of the curves on your trained waist rather than the curves of his trained bullets.

• “You ugh.. you have plans tonight?”

• he’s been trying to win you over since the first day he stepped foot in your shop.

• he thinks you’re so goddamn mindless, you don’t realize his heart eyed look every time he walks through your doors

• you hand him his drink before saying. “I’m going to that club on 49th.”

• he knows that club.

• and he knows it’s no good.

• his jaw clenches and he’s careful with his next set of words. “What for?”

• “You remember Hyemi? It’s her bachelorette’s party and she wanted to celebrate there. I heard it was an okay place though, Yunnie. You don’t have to worry about me.”

• he wants to scoff at you.

• he’s gonna worry about you regardless.

• “Was gonna ask you out.”

• you’re flattered and it’s not the first time Yunho has asked.

• and it’s not the first time you turn him down cause you think he’s joking.

• why would a guy like him—

• with looks to kill.

• want a girl like you?

• “Sorry, Yunnie.” You get ready to close for the day, walking around the counter to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know that’s no good for you.”

• fuck— god yes

• maybe being with you wasn’t good for him at all

• but he’s thinking,

• with an ass like that?

• you’d be too good for him in general

• he’d wait for the day he gets to grab you and slam you over your counters.

• even if he’s gotta kill someone for it.

• but he’s got more class than that.

• or more like, that time hasn’t come yet.

• “Okay baby. Just remember to be careful. Wouldn’t want my personal coffee maker to be in too much trouble.”

• you smile at him before locking up your store.

• “Yes cause you wouldn’t want me to stop making the best tasting drinks in the world for you, Yunnie. Right?”

• “Right indeed.” he licks his lips behind you, eyes focused on the real drink, but smirk turned smile when you turn around to face him.

• “Bye Yunho! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

• he watches you with hungry eyes.

• maybe it’s because he can’t take it anymore.

• that he needs you more than wants you right now.

• but he remembers the task at hand.

• that you were about to enter uncharted territory.

• and that if he weren’t there, you nor your friends were going to make it out of there untouched.

• and obviously, Jeong Yunho doesn’t like to share.

• so he’s not surprised he gets a little carried away.

• Hongjoong face palming behind him thinking, -why’d I ever think going with Yunho would be a good idea?-

• his subordinate who never misses a shot.

• and the element of his gang who always got what he wanted.

• Yunho is slightly cringing when he accidentally put a bullet in the man’s head.

• said man who attempted to jump over Yunho’s fence that read DON’T TOUCH right over your ass.

• “Whoops?”

• Hongjoong just sighs and watches the people of the club pile out in absolute terror.

• all but you standing there.

• mortified by what you just saw.

• cause you’re pretty sure Yunho just killed the guy trying to knead your ass to clay.

• not that you liked it or anything—

• BUT YOU DIDN’T MEAN FOR SOMEONE TO KILL HIM.

• “Hi baby.”

• your eyebrows furrow when Yunho scarily approaches you.

• you aren’t surprised.

• actually you kind of already knew.

• caught his gun hanging out of his jacket too many times to not know.

• “Yunho.” you manage out still shaken from the events but not wanting to push him over his limits. “Yunho, did you just kill that man?”

• he pouts snaking his arms around you, lust eyed and completely compelled to you.

• “He was touching you. You didn’t like that right?”

• you notice the smaller man behind him,

• who watches with his jaw slacked because how the fuck?

• obviously no one knows how you work.

• and see..

• you kind of knew you had Yunho wrapped around your finger.

• even though you were oblivious to his obsessive loving feelings.

• “You know most girls would run right now and call the cops on you, Yunnie.” you scold him as he nuzzles his face into your neck, comfortable despite the height difference.

• “But you won’t.”

• “I should be scared of you.”

• he lays a soft kiss against your jawline and hums, “But you aren’t.”

• you shudder at his vibration, not knowing how much of a toll Jeong Yunho really had on you.

• “I’m sorry, baby. I got angry. Don’t like seeing you with other men. Drives me crazy you know? I would never use my gun in front of you on purpose.”

• you’re kind of okay with it.

• okay with Yunho.

• cause if he really wanted to hurt you, he would’ve already.

• “It’s not okay to just kill people, Yunho, you know that.”

• “Won’t do it without your permission.” He mumbles hands going to your neck. “Won’t unless you ask me too.”

• Hongjoong’s behind him thinking—

• now-what kind of fucked up shit was this?-

• how the hell did a girl like you end up in the arms of the one killer he thought would only answer to himself?

• when he’s standing there dumb in love wrapped around you saying he’ll only answer your requests.

• Hongjoong’s dumbfounded

• and so are you.

• “Been in love with you since day one. Was just thirsty and probably woulda killed you after you made me my drink. But then I just saw you and.. I went every day to see you. To make sure no one would have you.”

• you blink up at the taller man who’s eyes are hooded, fingers tracing up your skin and behind your hair.

• “Will do anything for you, baby. Please don’t be mad.”

• you don’t know what to say.

• you’re not mad?

• you’re terrified— out of your wits.

• but definitely could never be mad at Yunho

• because to you, he’s just a huge fluff ball.

• who sometimes doesn’t seem to know the difference between good and bad.

• “You’re not mad at me are you baby?”

• you shake your head and police sirens fill your ears.

• “Yunho, you need to—“

• “Not going anywhere without you.”

• you sigh knowing this was still Yunho

• the stubborn charmer who made you remake his drink every time you got it wrong the first two months.

• the stubborn idiot who always begs for a kiss before you close or he wouldn’t let you

• so you grab his collar roughly and give him what he wants.

• pulling him into a kiss, almost having to hold him because he’s lulled out.

• “Shit.” He grunts starry eyed. “Okay. Yeah. We really gotta go now.”

• you roll your eyes at the helpless romantic before you’re suddenly lifted up into his arms.

• “By the way,”

• you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

• “I hate your drinks.”

• you smile cause you knew that too.

• knew he only came every day to look at your face.

• “Want to make me a new one?” he abruptly asks the sirens not much of a threat right now.

• “And what would you want in it?”

• that obnoxious smirk on his face tells you that it’s probably not bottled on a shelf in your store.

• and that you’re wrong for even thinking he was being literal.

• because you were actually going to get fucked over your counter later tonight.

• to find out the things he wanted weren’t caramel or whipped cream.

• at all.

@atinybitofau

[chillpills320]

Hard || Corbyn Besson

Summary : kinda based on wdw’s hard (if you haven’t heard the song yet it’s basically Corbyn likes his best friend, but she’s oblivious and is in a relationship, and one day her boyfriend hurts her so she goes to Corbyn for comfort)

Warnings : slight hint of sexual abuse, but other than that it’s just some Corbyn fluff

Word Count : 1.9k

A/n : Yeah so I really like their song hard, I think it’s nice to have someone who got your back, and gives you a shoulder to cry on, plus I’m a new limelight, so I’m like writing this and waiting for their comeback,,,,

Also this kinda involves their cover of Adele’s make you feel my love, because I went to heaven after I heard their cover, and you should really hear it if you haven’t

~~~

November 25th (as you all know) is Corbyn’s birthday.

He was your best friend, and of course you wanted to be the first ever person to wish him happy birthday, so you called him at 11:57pm the night before even though you were dead tired.

“Heyyy Corbone,” you said to the phone when he picked up at the third ring.

“What’s up y/n? Wait.. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed now?” Corbyn asked, he knew that you take part-time jobs at a nearby cafe after school to support your college fees and he knew how exhausted you probably were.

“Whatttt, and miss being the first person to wish you a happy birthday? No thanks,” You teased.

“Really? Aww,” the boy answered, a bit flustered. You could literally hear his smile over the phone.

You chuckled, and you talk about the most random of things until the clock ticked 12:00.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” You practically screamed to the phone. “You’re 20 now, you dork. Go get a girl or something, don‘t wait till you’re too old for crushes,” you egged him on.

You’ve known Corbyn for your whole life, but have never seen him date any girl. You were the one close friend of him who is a girl, and you were honestly worried about his sexuality as he has not shown any interest to any other girls OR guys, which u concluded after (half) stalking him on the campus, wondering if he was gay, which is honestly super fine if he was, but yeah.

“You say that every yearrr,” Corbyn complained.

“Wait I still haven’t got your birthday present because I don’t know what you want, so just tell me if there’s anything on you wishlist?” you asked.

“Oh, sure thanks,” the blonde boy replied.

“Wait, um do you want to hang out tomorrow?” He continued, crossing his fingers wishing that you’d say yes.

You, on the other hand, oblivious to Corbyn’s wish, rejected politely because you promised that you would spend more time with your boyfriend.

“Sorry Corbs,” you shrugged into the phone. “Right, gotta sleep. See you tomorrow, birthday boy,” you said and hung up.

Corbyn’s heart panged with bitter sweetness. He was touched that you called him to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday, but he also knows that that would probably be the last time he will see you on his birthday, since you two don’t exactly have the same friend group.

You used to hang around with Corbyn a lot, just the two of you, but soon your boyfriend appeared and you had to spend time with your boyfriend too. Plus, college caught up and you were both too busy to spend time with each other.

It wasn’t that Corbyn’s not interested in girls, it’s just that he has fallen for his best friend, who was oblivious to his feelings AND not available. All Corbyn’s ever wanted for his birthday present is you, but who could get him that present?

~~~

The next day, Corbyn hung out with Jonah and Jack. He wasn’t exactly popular in school, unlike the social butterfly you were, making friends here and there.

Right now you were seated at the middle of the cafeteria with a table of friends, your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your figure. A friend of yours shared something and made you laugh.

“Hey, have you told her yet?” Jonah asked, snapping Corbyn out of his trance.

“W-What?” Corbyn asked.

Jack sighed. “Of course it’s a solid no, or else why wouldn’t y/n be sitting here with him.”

Corbyn blushed at the mention of your name.

“Ugh, I’m just sick of Corbyn always staring at y/n while she doesn’t even notice,” Jonah groaned. “She’s your best friend. How could she be so oblivious?”

“I mean... she has a boyfriend,” Corbyn said, defending you, though his heart sinked a little at the mention of the champion who won your heart.

Jack shook his head in sympathy.

“Hey cheer up, it’s your birthday afterall,” Jonah said, lightening up the mood. “You wanna go to the arcade after school?”

At the mention of Corbyn’s favorite place on Earth, his eyes lit up.

“Sure!” Corbyn replied enthusiastically.

~~~

After spending the whole day at the arcade, Corbyn went back home.

He scrolled his Instragm feed and smiled when he saw that Jack posted a ridiculous picture of Corbyn as his birthday post. He was typing a comment when he heard a knock at his door.

Few people knew his address and it was quite late at night, so he was a bit confused, but opened the door anyway to reveal you. You, with messy hair, and disheveled clothes that seemed to be put on in a haste.

“Y/n? What are you-“ Corbyn started with wide eyes but was cut off by you breaking down. Corbyn’s eyes softened as his heart swelled at your crying figure.

He immediately pulled you inside and into his warm embrace where your sobs shook his frame. You fell to a million pieces but his hands came up and ran along your back to soothe you while whispering that it’s okay.

When your sobs subsided, he led you to the couch while he went to the kitchen to brew some hot tea.

He came back with two steaming mugs and gave one to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, then took a sip of the tea.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you.

“Better?”

You nodded meekly, tired from all the crying.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked softly.

You opened your mouth, but all that came out was a sob.

Corbyn pulled you in closer. “It’s okay, you can tell me when you’re ready,” he whispered, never prodding you on if you’re uncomfortable.

You sighed into his hoodie. Your tears dampening the fabric yet Corbyn doesn’t seem to mind.

“My boyfriend,” you finally said, avoiding Corbyn’s gaze. “H-He tried to sexually abuse... me.”

Corbyn’s blood ran ice cold. How could anyone hurt such a sweet soul like you? He didn’t understand why anyone would want to make you cry so hard.

Now Corbyn’s blood boiled and his fist tightened. “I’m gonna make that bastard pay,” he said through gritted teeth, and tried to get up from the couch but you stopped him.

“It’s not.. worth the trouble,” you mumbled. “I-I mean I escaped before he began to get into it, but I was just,” you frantically explained. “I was just sc-scared when he pinned me down, he was so strong, and I couldn’t move.. and- and-“

“And it’s not the first time he’s tried that...” you whispered, broken.

Corbyn’s heart teared apart just as he teared up at your vulnerability.

“I-I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this,” Corbyn whispered as tears began to run down your face again.

He wiped your tears away with the back of his thumb. He was angry at your boyfriend for doing such a thing to you, but he also blamed himself for not seeing it in your boyfriend. All he’s ever wanted to do was to protect you, but he failed even at that.

He also blamed himself that if, he wasn’t such a coward, and had actually confessed his feelings for you, then you might have accepted him and avoided dating your current boyfriend.

“Hey,” you said softly, snapping Corbyn out of his thoughts. “Why do you look even more troubled than me?” you teased a little.

“I just... I wish I could’ve prevented it,” Corbyn mumbled. “I hate seeing you cry,” he added softly.

“Oh Corbs, you being here for me is enough,” you sniffed. “God, you don’t even know how much better you made me.”

Corbyn ran his hand down your silky hair.

“I thought... I thought you had a lot of friends to be here for you,” Corbyn admitted.

You sighed sadly. “Well.. yes, but they’re just a facade. No one but you can truly give me comfort,” you said softly. “And frankly I’d rather be with you.”

Corbyn’s heart fluttered at your words as both of you sat in the comfortable silence.

“Corbyn?” you mumbled. “Can you sing me a song?”

Corbyn smiled and started to sing with his honey sweet voice,

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

Oh, I hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

He looked over at his shoulder and saw you sleeping peacefully. He thought you looked perfect, even with messy hair and smudged makeup.

He gently carried you to his bedroom and placed you on the bed, tucking you in. He also used the makeup wipes you left over before to clean your face.

Corbyn sighed as he watched your sleeping figure.

“You know, if i hadn’t been such a coward, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up with him,” he speaked softly to himself.

“Do you know? You look so beautiful when you’re asleep, and I wish I could be the one to tell you that every day, every morning. I wish that I could tell you I get lost in your eyes everytime I look at you, and your laugh is my favourite sound in the world. My heart skips a beat everytime I look at you, but I know that you’re occupied.”

“I never showed any interest in anyone, because you were already in my mind for the longest time.”

“I wish I could be the one to protect you, to love you, to live with you... I wish that I could call you mine, or call you my baby, because that’s- that’s who you are in my mind,” Corbyn confessed, knowing that you wouldn’t hear him.

“Corbyn,” you suddenly spoke up, your eyes fluttering open, for you have been awake for some time now, and heard Corbyn’s confession. “Do you really mean that?” A smile on your face while Corbyn jumped at your voice, cheeks flushing ridiculously red.

“I-I, yeah.. I t-thought you were asleep,” Corbyn stammered, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You know what, Corbs, I like you too. A lot,” you confessed, cheeks turning pink as well.

“I-I’ve liked you for a long time, but I thought you didn’t show interest in anybody, so I just try to date other people to get you off my mind, but-“ you rambled, but got cut off when Corbyn placed his lips on yours.

Fireworks erupted as both your hearts swelled at the sweetness of the kiss. His lips were softer than you imagined, and his taste- God, you could taste him forever. He pulled away and hid in the crook of your neck, flushed.

You suddenly giggled at a thought.

Corbyn rose up from his position and looked at you with questioning eyes.

“Oh Corbyn, I just realized that the person I’ve spent my whole life looking for, has actually been here beside me this whole time,” you said.

Corbyn smiled as well and kissed you again, this time more passionate than the last.

“I promise to protect you better than all your boyfriends, baby,” Corbyn said, breathless after the kiss.

You smiled so hard at your new pet name.

“Can you say it again?” you requested.

“Baby,” Corbyn replied, smiling at how much happiness he can give you by saying a word.

“Baby, baby, baby, my babygirl...” he continued, kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face, making you laugh at the love he gives you.

Then Corbyn laughed with you, and thought, best. birthday. ever.

~~~

So hope you guys like this post, and I take requests! So send in some requests if you want to :))

[gottlem]

summer fl(in)g. gigi/crystal

a/n i made crystal sad about 3/4 through and im SORRY i was projecting. anyways theres a tiny tiny bit of angst but MOST of this is just dumb gays in l*ve. im still getting used to writing fics so be nice pls !!!! also if u want a pt2 be sure to let me know!

summary: lockdown in summer can be lonely, but Crystal and Gigi make sure they never feel alone. thank god they have good service. (3.8k words)

When lockdown was announced, Crystal wasn’t surprised. The pandemic was taking the world by storm and yeah, it fucking terrified her. But she had to look on the bright side. So that's what she did. Just as the announcement came to an end, Crystal’s phone pinged from her pocket and she smiled to see her friends' names light up on the screen.

JANtastic: well its official

miss cox: Yeah I’m gonna miss u guys!!!

goodegirl: you say that as if u won’t be spending lockdown with jan. i’ll be ALONE thanks for asking

CRYstal: hey i’ll be alone too !!! I’ll text u everyday to keep u company :-))

goodegirl: i’m gonna hold u up to that

And Gigi did hold her up to that. The country was two days into lockdown when Crystal received her first message.

goodegirl: ugh we are how many days into lockdown? And ive already had A MILLION people hit me up with “hows quarantine treating u ;)” i am SICK.

When Crystal read the text, an odd feeling bubbled in her stomach. She told herself it was because she wasn’t used to out-of-the-blue messages from Gigi yet, they just didn’t talk that much, but looking back she admits there was probably (definitely) more to it than that. Of course the girls had already been friends, but Crystal had never found it in herself to speak to Gigi that much because, well, she was intimidatingly gorgeous. They got on well in groups, where Crystal could try to focus her attention on someone who didn’t make her face red every time she looked at her, but she knew if she invited Gigi out by themselves, she would make a fool of herself. It was stupid really, it wasn’t even like she had feelings for her - she was just too pretty, and Crystal didn’t know how to handle herself around someone who looked like they belonged in a vogue magazine. A ping shook her from her thoughts.

goodegirl: like i get that ppl are thirsty rn. i get it. i am too. but is that really the BEST they can come up with?

Crystal needed to reply. But what could she even say to that?

CRYstal: at least u have people trying to hit you up ://

goodegirl: omg what??? ur telling me not ONE person has tried to slide into those dms? they need to get on that! ur a catch

Crystal felt her face flush at the comment. Did Gigi really think she was a catch? Or maybe she’s just being nice? That was probably it. Just friendly banter. 

CRYstal: nope haha! ANYWAYS. hows quarantine treating u ;-)

goodegirl: very funny. bitch.

From then on, the texts flowed easily between the two and Crystal started to ask herself why she hadn’t done this earlier. So what if Gigi was offensively attractive? They clicked so easily - Gigi was smart, quick witted, and didn’t take anything too seriously. So really, she was Crystal's perfect match. As a friend. Platonically. That night, they texted until Crystal was struggling to even keep her eyes open. It was a conversation that felt natural to them, bringing up anything that came into their heads and letting eachother start stupid tangents without fear of judgement. Gigi found Crystal's ability to ramble on about any random subject impossibly endearing, but she wouldn’t admit that out loud. Not yet, anyways.

--

After three days of almost constant texting, Crystal facetimed Gigi for the first time. She picked up within seconds with wide eyes and a grin on her face. 

“Hey you” If Crystal couldn’t see her smile (which she absolutely could) then she could definitely hear it. Gigi’s voice was soft and she hadn’t realised how much she missed it until she was reminded of it. The best thing was that Gigi sounded genuinely happy to speak to Crystal, it made her ecstatic. Crystal had called in the late afternoon, just before the sun had started to set, so she could see golden light shining gently onto Gigi’s features. It left her speechless for a second. How many times was Gigi going to leave her completely unable to reply by merely talking to her? This girl was going to be the death of her. When Crystal finally came to, she managed out a soft, but casual, reply, hoping that she had covered up the embarrassing amount of time it took for her to speak. If Gigi noticed, she didn’t mention it. 

It took them a while to get into the rhythm of actually talking to each other - texts made it easy to think over before you send, and Gigi had never really been one to think before she spoke aloud anyway. She didn’t want to scare Crystal off with how blunt she could be, but after some awkward laughs and stuttered jokes, the pair slowly fell into a rhythm they felt surprisingly comfortable in; they bounced off each other's jokes and soon enough their cheeks hurt from smiling. A few hours into the call, Crystal was sitting comfortably on her bed, her phone propped up with pillows so she and Gigi could still see each other. She caught herself staring again. It started off as small glances that lingered a bit longer than they should, but it was easy to do that and quickly cover it up, especially on facetime. Soon enough, Crystal would completely daze off for minutes, just staring at the girl on her screen. She figured out she really liked looking at Gigi, and Gigi didn’t seem to mind.

Gigi thinks Crystal’s voice is her favourite sound. After about 5 minutes of hearing run on sentences about god knows what, she had already decided she could listen to her talk forever. About anything. She really didn’t care as long as it was Crystal and she was talking to her. As the call progressed into the late hours of the night, the pair had started to get giggly - the tiredness they were feeling was starting to take effect, but it made them anything but sleepy. At 11:56pm, Gigi decided Crystal’s laugh was her second favourite sound. She would sometimes giggle, sometimes she’d shake with silent laughter, but her favourite was when she gave into a full-belly laugh. The kind of laugh that substitutes for a full core workout. That was Gigi’s favourite. 

Crystal was obsessed with Gigi’s smile. It softened Gigi, showed a side of her that Crystal hadn’t been acquainted to previously, but she was so glad she knew now. Gigi could be harsh sometimes, she had learned this years ago and had just accepted it as who Gigi was, but after seeing that damn smile, it was hard to think that Gigi was even capable of hurting a fly. Crystal was quick to realise the mean girl facade (which had only made her scarier to talk to, and somehow more attractive) was just that - a facade. Walls she had built up. Crystal was eager to break them down, and she felt like she was making a good start everytime Gigi smiled like that.

They hung up when Gigi started yawning more than she was talking, she insisted it was just because she was tired, and Crystal wholeheartedly believed her. When Gigi’s face disappeared from her screen, Crystal was still smiling. Her cheeks hurt and she felt whole. She took a deep breath and took in the silence for a moment - she was alone again. She didn’t feel lonely. Despite her ever-growing fatigue, Crystal just couldn’t fall asleep, her head was buzzing with Gigi’s voice, and her laugh, and her smile, and her eyes, and- Crystal was in deep shit. She was all too familiar with the feeling of butterflies manifesting in her stomach, the thoughts of a particular person on her mind constantly. To be completely honest, she hated it. Falling for anyone had never ended well for her, and falling for someone she was already friends with? Even worse. There was no way this would end without somebody getting hurt, and that somebody would probably be Crystal. And yet, being stuck in isolation, she thought the idea of possibly having a girlfriend didn’t sound too bad, but that might have been the lack of human contact talking. 

Gigi let her thoughts wonder as she drifted off into sleep. She wasn’t one to get crushes, but when she fell, she fell hard. And willingly. There was just something about the drama of having such strong feelings for someone, and playing guessing games on how they felt. And by the way Crystal had been staring at her all night, Gigi felt like she was on the right tracks. She liked the way her cheeks would flush if she thought too hard about the girl, or how butterflies would dance around in her stomach, making her feel lighter than a feather. Maybe she was just a hopeless romantic, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She allowed herself to dream up scenarios of herself and Crystal being together once this whole situation was over. She quite liked how it looked in her head. 

--

As the days passed, Gigi and Crystal found themselves spending more of their waking hours talking to each other over facetime than they did doing anything else. They were both falling quickly, only mildly aware of each other's adoration. It didn’t take very long for the casual flirting to start. Everytime Gigi gave an off-handed compliment about how Crystal sounded “really pretty today” or how her laugh is “the prettiest thing”, the other girl would turn bright red and freeze up. Gigi would tease her about it, which only made her more and more flustered. She thought she’d eventually get used to it, but she never did. Crystal tried to flirt back,really tried,  she wanted more than anything to make Gigi stumble over her words like she does to her so often, but she would always be completely unfazed by every compliment Crystal could think of. Crystal found her ability to keep her composure so easily both irritating and compelling. 

It took Crystal a few days to find something that would finally, finally break Gigi down. Pet names. When she had casually let ‘babe’ slip in the middle of a sentence, she could practically see the breath that got stuck in Gigi’s throat before she started to choke on nothing but air. When Crystal asked if she was ok, she answered with a question.

“Did you just call me babe?”

“Yeah. Is that a problem?” Crystal genuinely wanted to make sure that it was ok, but the comment came off as less of a question, and more as straight up flirting. 

“No. Nope. Not a problem at all. What were we talking about?”

Crystal doesn’t press further, taking pride in being able to make the girl so speechless, and continues what she was saying as if nothing had stopped her in the first place. She watched as Gigi’s blush died down very, very slowly, only to watch it burn up again every time Crystal repeated the pet name. She absolutely adored it. 

“You’re cute when you blush, babe” Gigi made a noise at this. Crystal made a note of that before deciding that this would never get old.

--

Soon enough, the girls were in a comfortable routine - talking every day until one of them would give in to sleep. It was usually Crystal. Gigi would stay on the call for a bit, just to listen to the girl’s breathing, it provided an unexpected comfort to her. Plus Crystal was adorable when she slept. The routine was broken one day about a month into the lockdown, though nobody was really paying attention to what day it was anyway. Gigi had been awake for no more than an hour when she started to miss Crystal, so she gave her a call. Crystal didn’t pick up. Gigi called again, just in case Crystal had her phone on silent, but she was met with no answer. Instead, she was sent a text, a text which really didn’t explain anything. At all.

CRYstal: hey !!! sorry can’t pick up rn but i promise u i will call in like an hour or two ???? speak to u soon love !!!! <3

It was unusual for Crystal to miss out on a call - she was usually the one to be ringing Gigi. What could she even be doing? Gigi needed a distraction, something to pass the time instead of sitting and waiting. That was when she realised she hadn’t worn any makeup in weeks, so she sat herself down and started on a full face - the process of doing her makeup always calmed her down, so it was a welcome distraction. Just as she finished, her phone began ringing. She didn’t have to check to see who it was. 

“Hi! Sorry I didn’t answer before I was kinda busy” Gigi was speechless. A pixelated Crystal was beaming at her from her phone screen. And she had green hair now. This is why she didn’t pick up? The bitch was dyeing her hair? It did look really pretty though. Like, really, really pretty.

“Quarantines really getting to you that much huh?” Gigi decided against gushing about Crystal’s new hair - that would be giving her what she wanted.

“Do you like it?” She loved it. Adored it. 

“It’s nice” 

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Needy are we?” That shut her up. She changed the topic in an instant. 

“So... you look really pretty today!”

That night, the girls fell back into their easy routine. It had been hours since she first saw it, but Gigi couldn’t keep her eyes off of Crystal and her new look. It really suited her. It just felt so utterly Crystal. The green haired girl was in the middle of a long rant about how One DIrection “are definitely planning a reunion really really soon” when Gigi had to stop her.

“I fucking love your hair, Crys” She blushed at the out-of-the-blue compliment.

“Really? I thought it was just nice?” Gigi shook her head.

“I was teasing, of course I love it. It suits you so much, you look beautiful” She was smiling ear to ear. Crystal loved it when Gigi gushed over her like this. It made her feel like there could be something there, like this was more than friends bored in quarantine.

“Thanks,” Crystal paused for just a moment before her face lit up “Oh my God, you should do something to your hair too!” Gigi hated that idea, and shook her head affectionately at the girl's adorable excitement. She felt slightly bad when she told her that she would be caught dead before doing anything to her hair - she loved the deep brown colour it had always been, and was happy with how the length framed her face. Crystal however, was incessant. Gigi was surprised when she found herself telling Crystal that she’d “think about” changing her hair up. 

Saying this was a huge mistake. Crystal reminded her every other hour that she had to dye it or cut it or just do something, and it drove Gigi insane. It took her all but two days to finally cave in - it irked her that Crystal had this much power over her. She wanted to do something shocking, something that would shut Crystal up about her damn hair for good. So she shaved it. 

She did it when Crystal fell asleep after a particularly heated debate about her hair (the second of the night) and Gigi hung up to get to work on it. To call it an impulse decision wasn’t perhaps the most accurate, seeing as though she had been bugged about it for a solid 48 hours, but waking up that morning, Gigi hadn’t expected that all her hair would be gone by the time she went to sleep. Once she had finally bitten the bullet, it took her an hour to admit that she actually kind of liked the look - plus it was fun to touch. 

When Crystal called her that morning, Gigi took a moment to herself before answering. She hadn’t told her about the change in her appearance and hoped she would like it, or at least be pleased that Gigi finally listened to her. She took a breath and picked up, feigning confidence with a casual “morning!”. She watched Crystal’s eyes go wide and her hands cover her mouth. Gigi acted oblivious.

“What's up? Is there someone behind me or something?” She looked at her screen and patiently waited until Crystal composed herself - she was used to her staring anyway. When Crystal finally spoke, she was practically squealing out a string of compliments. Apparently, she loved it. 

“Are you keeping it like that? Please say you’re keeping it like that, it's so hot” Gigi wasn’t sure if she would grow it out, but after Crystal had said that, it was an easy decision.

“I guess I’ll keep it then. Just for you”

--

Crystal loved being so open with Gigi, and she really appreciated how close they had gotten during lockdown - but she really just needed today off. She had woken up one morning with a feeling of dread that she couldn’t quite place, and a persistent headache. This was going to be a bad day, but she was used to bad days. She ignored Gigi’s calls and sent no follow up text. She could speak to Gigi later. Right now, she was just going to go back to sleep. 

So that's what she did. She woke up in the late afternoon and finally dragged herself out of bed to make some food in the evening. When she got back to the safety of her bed, she was still tired. And she kind of felt like crying. So she cried. Sometimes, especially on bad days, Crystal’s mind could get the best of her, she had learned to just let herself get all her feelings out when she got like this - bottling them up had only ever made them worse. This was when Gigi called for the millionth time that day, her texts had become concerned, then angry, then concerned again. Crystal felt like she owed an explanation, so with bloodshot eyes and a puffy red face, Crystal finally picked up.

“Ugh finally! You haven’t spoken to me all day I- what’s wrong?” Crystal felt a ping of guilt at Gigi’s initial response to her answering. Had she really kept her waiting all day? It felt silly, like an unreasonable excuse, but deep down Crystal knew what was good for her. She also didn’t know how to answer Gigi’s question. She was starting to regret picking up, having Gigi see her like this - god, she must have looked a mess.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have picked up. I'm probably bringing the mood down” She saw Gigi’s features become impossibly softer at that.

“Hey, no, it's ok. We don’t have to talk about it, but we can if you want to. But you’re not hanging up. And neither am I. If it means I sit in complete silence with you for the next few hours then so be it” 

This was when Crystal knew Gigi was a keeper. Whether whatever they had going on would continue, or whether they would return to strictly just friends, Gigi was someone she needed to keep in her life. They eventually started talking, first it was about how Gigi’s day went - Crystal didn’t feel like speaking much, but once she warmed up to seeing that all-familiar smile, she felt comfortable enough to start to open up. They talked for hours. Crystal cried. Gigi cried (though not as much). 

“I just wish I could be there to help, or at least give you a hug or something, god this sucks” Crystal saw this as an opportunity to lighten the mood.

“As if you would settle for just a hug” Crystal winked pitifully and Gigi laughed, but didn’t disagree. 

Of course one chat didn’t fix Crystal’s problems, but at least now she had someone in her corner - and that was half the battle.

--

It didn’t take the pair very long to fall back into their rhythm, feeling closer and more comfortable with each other, their feelings getting stronger as each day passed on. Crystal found herself falling back into the habit of sitting silent, and admiring the girl on her screen.

“You’re staring.” Gigi told her. Crystal hummened in agreement.

“You’re pretty”

It was normal for the pair to bounce words like pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous between them. It was as if they both knew exactly how the other felt - like it was completely unspoken and yet so obvious. And maybe it was.

Two months into lockdown, Gigi was really starting to miss physical contact - she was starting to feel a thrill when she made eye contact with strangers on her way to her weekly shop, she was getting desperate. It was brought up with Crystal.

“I just miss human contact. I want to hold a hand. I want someone to hug me. I want a kiss! Oh my god I miss kissing.” Crystal felt herself blushing at the mention of kissing (kissing Gigi, nonetheless). She would give anything to see Gigi right now, to be close to her.

“When this is over, I’ll kiss you, don’t even worry about it” Crystal was only half joking. GIgi went red, but tried to act as if the thought of Crystal kissing her didn’t phase her at all.

“Oh will you now?”

“I’m not kidding”

“Well. I’d very much like that Miss Methyd” Gigi gave in, she refused to play hard to get with someone who she had fallen so hard for. She just hoped Crystal would stick to her word.

--

Summer was halfway through when lockdown was lifted. The instant the announcement was made, Crystal phone pinged - it wasJan, and she suddenly felt a wave of deja vu from when the lockdown started.

JANtastic: GUYSSSSSS i’ve missed you so much PLEASE say y’all are free to meet? Like right now?!?! 

JANtatsic: Jackie’s already with me so, she’s down too :))

CRYstal: i’ve missed you too !!! i’m free to meet!

goodegirl: me too !!

The group reunited within an hour, Crystal shed some happy tears, and Gigi laughed as she wiped them for her. It was nice to be with her, to be able to stand next to each other. But it also felt odd - like something had shifted now that they were right in front of each other. So for the rest of summer, the girls shared lingering glances and awkward smiles, too scared to make an official move.

[illstaywithstray]

Reaction to you being sick/ hospitalized while they are on tour

Maknae Line

Note: (WARNING: MENTIONS OF ACCIDENTS AND HOSPITALS) 

Aw thank you sm! I think it’s kinda on my part too since I don’t have a steady posting schedule yet, so I can’t expect people to like and comment haha. I want to try posting regularly after finals week! I’ll post the Hyung Line here.

Hyunjin:

Chan stopped the music, trying to catch his second wind, “I think we got this part down for the concert tomorrow, yeah?” The chorus of agreement that followed marked the end of practice. Hyunjin wiped his forehead, checking his texts from the past hour. As he scrolled through your recent messages, he noted your unusually short texts. “What’s wrong?” He glanced over at Seungmin, who had just finished showering and was now the only one other than him still in the locker room. “Not sure, y/n’s being dry.” “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about that, the doctor just told her to stay off her phone for a while.” “Doctor? Why?” Seungmin glanced over his shoulder to check if Hyunjin was joking. “Hyun, she’s in the hospital right now. Because of the car crash?” 

Hyunjin finished packing a few basic things while dialing your number. You answered, hungry and confused. “Hello? Hyun?” “Y/n, what the hell?” “What’s wrong?” You sat up straight in the hospital bed, clutching your phone for dear life. “Seungmin told me you got into a car crash? Why didn’t you call me right away? Fuck, I’m getting a plane right now. I can’t believe you didn’t-,” you cut him off, laughing lightly. “Hyun, I just broke my leg, I’m not dying.” You heard him exhale quietly as silence fell over the line. He muttered that you would die one of these days and then sighed louder. “Okay but still, do you need me to come over there?” “No loser, I’m completely fine. I just didn’t say anything because you have that concert tomorrow.” “So? You’re more important.” You sat in stunned silence, feeling your face heat up. “I can literally feel and HEAR you blushing, but for real, FaceTime me tonight and prove you aren’t dying.” “Deal.” 

Jisung:

Jisung was sitting outside, staring up at the stars, praying and wishing with his last strands of desperation. His eyes kept darting to his phone screen, waiting for a text, a call, or any sign that you were awake. 

Three hours ago, Felix and Woojin had burst in the dorm, screaming bloody murder. Woojin had an unnerved expression as Felix shoved his phone into Jisung’s hands, motioning Woojin out of the room. Sung skimmed a cluster of texts from your friend Jisoo. She had texted Felix about the situation as soon as she had reached the hospital and seen you. The doctor that was tending to you explained that there had been some sort of an accident at your dorm, which had resulted in you falling off a flight of stairs. No one knew the exact events that led to the emergency, or how you managed to get over the railing, but you ended up being severely concussed and were immediately taken to a hospital. Jisung’s heart fell as he read the texts and he scrambled to call Jisoo and everyone he knew back home. The calls continuously forwarded to automated messages, and he sat, defeated, waiting for a reply. A couple hours later, his phone rang, with Jisoo’s contact flashing on the screen. He answered it, practically screaming into the phone. “Jisoo, what the hell happened? Is y/n okay? What’d the doctor’s say? Is she gonna be fine?” He heard silence on the other end of the line, and then your tired voice. “Glad to hear you too babe.” He felt a rush of relief pass over him, “y/n? Are you okay? Actually no, are you gonna be okay? Do you want me to come home?” “Sung, I’m fine, the doctor’s say I just need to rest and take it easy for a while. Don’t worry.” “How can I not worry when the love of my life almost died?” “And you say I’m dramatic. I was just fooling around with Lisa and I said I could do a handstand on the railing, but I think I stand corrected.” “You-,” he fell silent, feeling overwhelmingly relieved but irritated that you were a dumb bitch. “You’re really something else y/n. I’m bubble wrapping you when I get home.” “Ugh, I deserve that. Babyproof the hell out of me please.” “Deal.”

Felix:

Changbin sat next to Felix, one arm slung over his shoulder. The rest of the guys watched him wither as Changbin told him what had happened to you. You had been on a crosswalk when a drunk driver had slammed into you. You hadn’t been seriously injured, but you had a slight concussion and your wrist was shattered. He FaceTimed you, needing to see your face. When you didn’t pick up, he texted, dm’d, snapped and called you. And then he texted the majority of your friends. Chan said that you probably weren’t on your phone because of the concussion, so he sat back down, thinking of some way to reach you. Then his phone lit up with a few notifications. He saw your messages on Instagram, Snapchat, iMessage, and a missed call. He stared at the screen in confusion. How the hell did you manage to do all this in the minute he had been away? He opened your snap to see you with bandages wrapped around your head and a caption “I lived bitch.” His phone vibrated again with the notification of a FaceTime call. As soon as he picked up he saw you sticking up a middle finger with the highest look on your face. “Hey Fel, how’s it goingg?” You slurred your words, clearly on some sort of pain medication. “Y/n, do you want me to die of a heart attack? Why were you crossing the road, do you want to die?” “I’m a baD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME.” “ Are you a chicken? I don’t think so. Next time use a car.” “heheh. I’m not the chicken, you are. Yongbok. Bok bok.” He stared at you with both intense hatred and love in his eyes. You snorted, screaming “I love you but ima sleep” and then hanging up. He rubbed his temple, wondering how one person could stress him out so much. He went back and read your message: “come bck after tour or ill hit u with me car next tyme.” He chuckled, typing in his response, “Deal.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin was calm, almost to the point where it became slightly unnerving. His fingers swiftly maneuvered the keyboard as he searched for flights back home. Minho watched him from afar, scared of the monster that he had unwittingly created.

An hour before Seungmin’s strange breakdown, you had texted Minho to tell Seungmin that you had been hospitalized because of your broken legs. Not a singular leg, both legs. The reason why was complicated and too difficult to discuss over the phone. At least that’s what you explained to Minho. He bluntly explained what you had asked him to say vaguely to Seungmin, who had seemed to break. He stared at a blank wall for thirty minutes before quickly packing and looking for flight tickets.

Minho watched Seungmin bang the keyboard angrily. There were no available flights that would arrive in less than thirty minutes. “Are we living in a socialist society? Can’t a guy get a flight?” Minho decided enough was enough and called you, throwing his phone to Seungmin and running away. “Seung? Hey.” “So I heard you broke your legs.” You sighed, waiting for his lecture. “Seung, I’m sorry, we were testing co2 cars and I wanted to ride on them-” “Are you okay?” “What?” “Are you okay? Do your legs hurt? Do you want me to do something?” You blushed, taken aback by the lack of him yelling at you to be more careful. “I’m fine, they have me on pain meds.” “Ugh, I wish I could be there for you. I literally packed all my things.” “You’re honestly the best boyfriend I could ask for.” “I try.” “Come home soon. After the tour.” “Deal.”

Jeongin:

Jeongin doubled over when Changbin told him that you had fainted and been taken to the hospital. He was unable to breathe, his chest tight and vision blurred as he shakily pressed your contact in his phone. “Hello?”

You woke up to Jennie shaking your shoulder. “BITCH ARE YOU DEAD? WAKE UP OR I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NO-” “I hate you.” She sighed heavily, holding out your phone. “Who’s this?” You heard heavy sobbing coming from the other side, and you instantly heard Jeongin’s distinctive heaving. “Jeongie? What’s wrong?” He began blubbering and you tried to sort out the crying from his actual words. “Babe, you gotta articulate. I can’t hear you.” “What happened? Are you okay y/n? Is it serious?” You felt a mix of gratitude and guilt. “Aw, Jeong I just fainted. It was the heat. I’m fine now. They just told me to stay indoors.” “I wish I was with you.” His pout was practically visible through the phone. “Come home soon, with icepacks.” “I’ll end global warming if it means you won’t have to go to the hospital.” “Do it for me then.” “Deal.”

[imaginexsa]

Pen Pals (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I really liked writing this hahaha it’s not as fluffy as how I wanted it to turn out but I really kinda like the plot on this so yeahhhh...anywaysss to the anon, thank you for for all the compliments but you’re too kind😅 The person that stood you up isn’t worth it, love!! There’s someone out there that would be perfect for you, you’ll see☺️ In the meantime, enjoy!

Request: Hey, i just wanted to say i love your blog and i kind of envy your ability to write😅. You are so amazing and so kind to take all the requests that you do. You make so many people smile with your work. You have such an amazing soul. And are an inspiration. I was wondering if you'd be willing to take my request. Just something fluffy. I got stood up for a date, it totally sucks. So i was wondering if you would write something for me with either Bucky or Steve. Please? Its ok if not! Still Love u.

You fell to the ground with a loud thump as you groaned in pain, glaring at the man standing over you. “That hurts.”

“Maybe if you stop whining and start fighting, you may be able to pin me down,” Steve replied simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

You growled before striking your hand out and grabbing onto his ankle, pulling it towards you with full force as you caught him off-guard. He fell onto his back and you immediately straddled him and held his shoulders down. “Maybe if you stop talking you’d have been able to see me strike.”

He clenched his jaw as you stood up and moved back, not breaking eye contact with him as he sat up. You had never really liked the Captain, he was too rigid and always played by the rules which you can’t really stand. However, the feeling was mutual so no one gets hurt.

“You’re getting slow, old man, maybe you should take those classes Stark mentioned for people your age,” you said as Steve stood and walked to the bench with his things, ignoring you. You made a face behind his back and turned around. “Whatever, good training, if that’s what you called training.”

Steve watched as you left, glaring at you before shaking his head. Taking out his phone he saw that he had an email, smiling, he took a seat on the bench as he read it.

Ever since Tony taught him about the internet, he discovered a lot of things and he even met someone through this forum. He started talking to that person and realized that they had a lot in common and decided to exchange emails. It was like having a pen pal but without the letters and pens, or as Tony likes to call e-pen pals.

‘Sorry for the late reply, I just ended my workout. It was pretty fun, how’s your day so far?’ Steve typed as he stood up, hoping she’ll reply soon. This was one of the only things that he really enjoyed doing besides drawing, it felt like he finally found someone who understood him.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you took it out as you reached your room, grinning as you saw the notification. You threw your sweaty towel into the dirty laundry basket as you leaned against the doorframe of your toilet, thinking about what to reply.

You had just met this guy from a forum and he seemed really interesting and the both of you have been talking ever since. You were scared that you were actually developing a crush on someone you have never even met before.

‘It was pretty chill, but I’m starving. I could really go for a burger and of course some pie now :P’ You smiled as you sent it before putting your phone aside and grabbing some clean clothes before stepping into the bathroom.

~

“Hey, Cap,” you called out. “6”

Moving away slightly, you used your thumb to point at the group of knock out HYDRA soldiers that you tied up sitting on the ground behind you.

Steve gave you a look and an exasperated sigh. “It’s not a competition, Y/N.”

“I know it’s not but I’m just saying.” You shrugged, a small smile still tugging on your lips.

“10,” Steve said, and your smile dropped as stepped away, your eyes drifting to the sprawled out soldiers on the ground. “Duck.”

You looked at him. “Wha-”

You immediately ducked as he threw his shield towards you, the sound of it hitting something before it returned to Steve’s arm. Turning back, you saw a soldier on the ground, out cold. You whipped back to glare at him, who shrugged. “11.”

“Are you crazy? You could’ve killed me!” You exclaimed as you threw your hand up in the air.

“I thought you always said you had fast reflexes,” Steve said nonchalantly.

You started trudging forward. “Why you li-”

Tony held you back. “Now, now, let’s not get into any fights.”

You grinded your teeth before shaking Tony off and walking away. “Hmph!”

Steve raised a brow as he saw you stomp off, Tony sighing and gave him a look. “Really, Capsicle?”

He shrugged. “Simple teasing.”

~

After washing up, you flopped onto bed face down and let out a heavy sigh. Sticking your hand out, you reached for your phone on your nightstand. You unlocked your phone and went to email your dear friend.

‘Ugh, I had enough of this coworker of mine, he’s just so annoying,’ you typed and thought about it for a while before adding. ‘I wish I could meet someone like you.’

You put the phone on your stomach as you closed your eyes, waiting for his reply. Within 5 minutes, you felt your phone vibrate.

‘He’s annoying but do you hate him? Because you can’t really be coworkers with someone you hate right?’ He asked, you thought about it and what he said was pretty true.

‘I guess you’re right, I don’t hate him but it doesn’t mean I like him,’ you replied as you turned to lie on your belly, kicking your legs.

‘Haha I wouldn’t say it’s a requirement to like your coworker, I mean I have a coworker I don’t particularly like as well but I have to admit that she is good at what she does.’ You read that message and put your phone down for a while. Well, you guess Steve is good at what he does too. You looked at your phone again as you felt another vibration, feeling your heart skip a beat as you read it.

‘I wish I could meet someone like you too.’ 

You grabbed your pillow as you hugged it tight, rolling around your bed. God, you felt like you were a teenage girl again. Grinning like a mad woman, you replied. ‘Maybe we should meet up, that way we don’t need to meet someone like each other when we can actually meet each other..’

‘Sounds like a plan,,’ He replied. You couldn’t stop smiling as you stared at that message.

‘Shall we meet tomorrow at 7 at the new Italian restaurant downtown?’ You asked, knowing that he likes the simple spaghetti and meatballs.

Steve smiled as he walked down the hallway. ‘Sounds great! I’ll see you then.’

He paused as he heard some weird giggling coming from your room, he made a weirded out face as he shook his head and continued to his room. Good luck to whoever you end up with in the future.

~

You walked towards the restaurant, so much excitement bubbling inside that you felt like you could combust. You wondered how he looked like, because from just the emails, he seemed like the perfect guy.

As you neared the restaurant, you realized a familiar figure standing by the entrance. Steve stood there with fitted black slacks and a snug navy button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

You frowned and was about to shout at him for being there to ruin your date, when you realized a bouquet of flower in his hand. You froze as you realized that they were your favorite flowers. No. Way.

Steve took his phone out of his pocket and you watched him typed something before your phone vibrated. You continued staring at him as you took your phone out from your clutch, looking down at it.

‘Hey, I’m here already, are you reaching?’

You typed back. ‘I’m here.’

Steve smiled and looked around as he kept his phone, his eyes landing on you. His smile slowly dropped as he looked confused. “Y/N?”

You walked towards him. “Steve.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, still confused.

You sighed as you showed him the emails. “Is this you?”

Steve’s eyes widened as he took your phone. “How did you get this?”

“I didn’t get this, I’m the recipient of your emails,” you explained.

Steve frowned. “You?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded before casting your eyes to the ground. “Well, this wasn’t what I expected.”

“Wasn’t what I expected too,” Steve said as he looked at the bouquet in his hand, scratching his head. He handed the bouquet to you. “I guess this is for you then.”

You looked at him surprised. He shrugged, “well, we did wanted to meet each other so let’s just get to know each other face to face, no more competition, no more fights. If it really doesn’t go back, we’ll go back to normal.”

Thinking about it for a while, you nodded with a small smile. “Seems perfect.”

~

“I can’t believe I ranted to you about, you,” you laughed as both of you walked down the street. Dinner went really well and you were actually having fun.

“At least I’m glad to know you don’t hate me,” Steve chuckled and you grinned at him.

You let out a breath and looked up at the night sky before stopping in your steps, Steve stopping as well to look at you questioningly. You gave him a crooked smile. “I’m sorry.”

Steve turned to face you properly as he walked closer to you. “For?”

You ran your fingers through your hair, looking away. “For everything I guess, you’re a pretty decent guy and I don’t think you deserve some of the things I say about you. I think you do your job really well and you’re really skilled too.”

You stood there awkwardly as you shuffled your feet, Steve still not saying anything. Sneaking a glance at him, you saw him smiling affectionately at you and you felt your face turning warm.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry too, for everything as well,” Steve said sheepishly. “Especially the time when I almost hit you with my shield.”

Chuckling, you punched him in the arm lightly. “Nah, don’t worry about. But can I tell you one more thing?”

“What is it?” Steve asked as he cocked his head.

You looked away nervously again as you ran you hand through your hair. “I want to be honest, so here goes, I actually kinda developed a little crush on you when we started emailing.”

Steve looked surprised before he laughed lightly as he pulled you into a hug. You stiffened before you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist as he rested his chin on your head.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to do this when you asked to meet,” Steve said, making you blush as you tightened your hold around him and buried your face in his chest.

You both pulled apart after a while, Steve stepping back. He put his hand out as he smiled at you. “Come on, I know this amazing pie place that’ll just make you drool.”

Looking at his hand, you reached out for it before smiling back at him. “Sounds like a plan, Cap.”

Tags: @melconnor2007, @sammysgirl1997

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 33

You and Yoongi make a choice about your relationship.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count:

Genre: fluff, angst

|mlist|

<–– Prev   Next ––>

“No.”

“Mr. Min, it’s the only way–”

“No. I won’t do that to y/n. The fans would kill her.”

Blood roars in your ears, and your knees turn weak, the ache in your left leg feeling far more prominent with the memory of last night.

“I need to sit down,” you say faintly, and Yoongi turns to you, alarmed.

“Are you going to pass out again? Do you need water?” He returns his gaze to Bang PD and Avery. “Y/n shouldn’t even be here after she collapsed yesterday!”

You lower yourself into your chair, grateful for the weight off your injured leg. “Don’t worry about me, Yoongs. I’m not going to faint. I just...”

“If you were... dating.”

“My fans would kill her.”

“Y/n, honey...” Avery approaches you, her eyes full of empathy and... something else. “I know I’m not your manager, but I think it would be in your best interest to go with this idea. If you and Mr. Min pretend to date, it would explain why you were together yesterday, and it would boost Moon Over the Sea’s publicity.” She sits down in Yoongi’s chair and rests her hand on your leg. The proximity of her touch to your injury forces you to swallow a whimper of pain. “It would be temporary– you could ‘break up’ whenever you needed to, as long as the show’s promotions were over.”

“Surely you know of BTS’s fame,” Bang PD adds. “To be seen with Yoongi would do wonders for your public image. Millions of people would give anything to be in your place.”

“Stop trying to convince her!” Yoongi says, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “We’re just friends.”

“Of course you are– I know you’d never actually date y/n. But everyone loves onscreen/offscreen couples. And think about it, Yoongi.” Bang PD’s voice lowers, and you barely catch his words. “If you don’t do this, everyone goes down. You. Me. Y/n. The other members. Yoongi, it’s your only option. Besides...” Bang PD leans in and whispers something. Yoongi goes very pale at the executive’s words, shooting a glance at you before sighing.

“Ugh. Well– let me talk to her alone,” he asks his producer, his tone gentler, softer now.

“Take as much time as you need to come to the right decision. Miss Lee?” Bang PD leads Avery outside to an adjoining office in the BigHit Entertainment building.

As soon as they’re gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “We fucked up.”

“Did we?”

You stare at your friend in disbelief. “Gee, Sherlock, you tell me– we got fucking photographed at our spot, and now your boss and our director and my best friend and everyone else on the fucking planet knows that we know each other out of work, and a thousand percent of them think we’re dating, and now we’re being told that guess what? We have to pretend to date to keep my job, and yours, and the jobs of the other members!”

Your breath is getting shorter, your leg hurts, and you feel cold, so cold. “I fucked up. I fucked up. Yoongi, it’s my fault, I ruined it, I ruined you, I fucked up–”

“Hey. Hey! Y/n, shh...” Yoongi pulls his chair closer to yours and wraps an arm around you. “Deep breaths. You��re okay. You’re strong. And personally? I don’t think we fucked up.”

“How can you possibly think that?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I hated lying. Now I can meet your friends, and introduce you to other idols. Now I can talk about you during interviews– it’s so hard not bringing up some dumb thing we’ve done during our Truth or Dare or Drink games. We don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“Dingus, did you forget the fake-dating part?”

Yoongi presses his lips together. “Right, that...”

“Whatever. I don’t really need this job– I can go back to working in the cafe. I’ll delete my Twitter and change my hair.” If you drop off the face of the Earth, ARMYs will forget about you, and Yoongi and the other members of BTS will bounce back from That Photo quickly. It’s best for them that everything returns to normal as soon as possible.

Yoongi freezes before leaning back and folding his arms with a sigh. “Fine. If you don’t want to be an actress, leave. If this role isn’t worth fighting for, leave. If our friendship isn’t strong enough to get through this, leave. If you think the best way to fix this is to give up, leave– because that’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?”

“W-what?”

“Come on, y/n. I know you like I know my own mind. You think if you make some heroic sacrifice, it’ll be worth it because I’ll keep my reputation, right? You don’t want to go through with dating, because you know I’ll lose fans.”

“It was my fault,” you mutter, abashed. “The photo. I heard footsteps, but... I just wanted to see you.”

“And I wanted to see you, y/n. I was so scared last night, I thought that you were– well, whatever. But what’s done is done, and we should make the best of it.” Yoongi shrugs. “I’m okay with the fake-dating, if you are– you’re the better liar anyways.”

Did he speak, or merely stab you in the chest? For a second, you can’t rightly tell.

“Lisa would be so angry,” you croak, panicking. “If she thinks I’ve lied to her again, she might hate me for real.”

“Lisa’s your friend, she’d understand.”

“And the fans?”

Yoongi hesitates, biting his lip. “It’ll be fine.”

“You said they’d kill me.” They’ve already tried.

“They can’t really touch you, and they’ll love you soon enough.” Yoongi flashes you a small smile, but you only shiver, the memory of the redhead’s hands on your chest feeling real, far too real.

Yoongi notices. “Are you cold? Where’s...” his eyes darken. “Y/n, where’s your coat?”

In the river.

With my phone.

And my blood.

And nearly the rest of me, too.

“I left it at home.”

Yoongi stares at you silently, his eyes posing questions you can’t answer. You’re about to say something else, explain why you haven’t responded to any of the texts he’s surely sent you, but there’s a knock at the door and Bang Si-Hyuk and Avery reappear. You automatically shift away from Yoongi– the authority figures can’t think you actually like him.

“So?” Bang PD asks. “Have you come to a decision?”

“Up to you,” Yoongi murmurs quietly, and you blink hard.

Your ARMY self is screaming, dying, rolling on the floor and thanking every deity you can think of. Dating Min Yoongi– even as a lie– is all your dreams come true.

Some other part of you, barely a whisper in your mind, is saying not like this.

You don’t want to force Yoongi’s hand. But you’re scared, so scared of the consequences of agreeing. Still, if it’s the only way... and Yoongi’s right; his friendship is worth it.

You swallow, the singular action taking with it your doubts, fears, and a little bit of you.

“Yes. We’ll do it.”

~~~

You stare into Yoongi’s eyes. “I have to say, my life was much easier before you came along.”

Yoongi smiles mischievously. “But much less fun, I hope.”

“Cut! Nice going, guys– I think that’s our take!” Avery claps twice and you rise carefully from the beautiful period set. At Avery’s words, the room is once more filmed with the hustle and bustle of film.

“Okay, next we’re going to finish the countryside scenes– Yoongi, y/n, you’re done for the day. Good work. And,” Avery lowers her voice to a whisper, “make sure to leave together.”

You smile weakly and nod at your director. What else can you do? It’s been several weeks since your near-drowning, and since you and Yoongi began ‘dating’.

“Tell me this,” you grumble, catching up to Yoongi on his way out the door. “How are we supposed to leave together if we go in opposite directions?”

Your friend laughs, shrugs. “Beats me. On the bright side, the show is getting a lot more publicity.”

“That’s ‘cause of you, not us,” you reply, punching him in the arm.

“Y/n, haven’t you learned anything?” Yoongi asks, exasperated. “You are special, and people really like you.”

Not everyone. In the several weeks since your near-drowning, you got a new phone and, well... everything is back to normal.

@bangtan-news: Is love in the air? BTS’ #Suga spotted on a romantic evening walk with #MoonOverTheSea costar @yourname! @captainkookie21: @bangtan-news they’re faking they have to be @BTS_twt pls deny these awful rumors @jkthighs: @captainkookie21 are u still leading the anti @yourname movement lol I support u (^w^) @largebaguette: ugh why does @yourname have so many haters?? Just let BTS date who they want to they’re grown ass men

@queenyn: I love #YoongiAndYn honestly the best ship uwu I’m so happy they’re dating @jiminhasjams: rt if you’d pay money to slap @yourname for stealing yoongi

@captainkookie21: I think we should boycott @yourname until they agree to recast yoongi’s LI in #MoonOverTheSea tbh. #boycottyn let’s make it happen! Fighting!

You sigh, shaking your head to rid your mind of the daily flood of hatred. Ever since first being seen together with Yoongi in public, your social media mentions have increased a hundredfold.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Yoongi asks, seeming to pick up on your mood.

“Oh, nothing." You say quickly. “The dating thing is just weird, you know?”

Yoongi shrugs. “It’s not like we have to kiss, or even hold hands. It’s the same as always, except, you know...” he gestures at the sun shining brightly overhead. “We get to see that.”

“That’s true. Hey,” you check your watch. “I have some time before my next job... do you want to get coffee at my place? I’d suggest a cafe, but I don’t want you to get swarmed.”

“Sounds good. I’ll have my driver take me there separately. If your address is still secret, you should keep it that way.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re brewing coffee in your thankfully upgraded coffeemaker. Yoongi sits at your small table, munching thoughtfully on a muffin.

“So how’s life?” he asks, and you snort.

“We’ve seen each other almost every day, Yoongs. Do you really need to ask?”

“I guess I’m just used to not knowing much about you,” he says, accepting your offered mug of coffee.

“Look who’s talking, Agust.”

“Oh god,” Yoongi groans, snickering. “I can’t believe I gave you that name.”

“I can’t believe you said you were an accountant.”

“Hey, I’d make a great accountant,” Yoongi replies.

You roll your eyes. “Your hair was blue and you’re twenty-something. Even if I didn’t know BTS, I’d think you were lying.”

A light breeze hits your back and your heart stops. Cold. Your breath quickens and your teeth begin chattering.

“Y-Y-Yoongi, could you c-close the w-window?” You thought it was closed, you haven’t opened it since that night, since you felt the cold so deep in your bones it felt like you might shatter into pieces.

“It’s... it’s not open,” Yoongi says, cocking his head. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm. Just gotta grab a jacket.” You’re already wearing a sweater and a shirt underneath, but it’s not enough. You pad to your hall closet and grab your new coat.

“When’s your next job?” Yoongi calls, still sitting at the coffee table.

“At five. What time is it now?” You ask, pulling your arms through the sleeves. Your phone is on the table, so you can’t check yourself.

“Just past four–” Yoongi’s voice cuts off and an eerie silence fills your apartment.

“Yoongi? What’s wrong?” You reappear in the kitchen only to see Yoongi looking paler than you’ve ever seen him, staring openmouthed at his phone.

No... not his phone. Your phone. And your notifications.

“Y/n, what...” Yoongi’s voice cracks. “When were you going to tell me?”

[the-coolest-mallard]

Like a Kickass Guy | ASC

Louie gets high at Mei’s party and texts Nemo and Tae.

@justkeepdancing-nemo​ @moon-yeongtae​

Louie: holy shit u guyyyyyy Louie: shit has been going dowwwwwwwwn. Or upside down? down and up really lol Louie: i may not have muscles n shit but guess WHAT I DID Tae: hulked out and killed someone? Louie: woah man no! Duuuuuude have u seen me? impossible Louie: i'm too cute to go to jail yet Louie: i mean EVER Louie: im too cute to go to jail EVER Louie: did a keg stand lol. sorta Tae: whoa nice Tae: how you feelin? Louie: a m a z i n g Louie: you won't BELIEVE how good i am Louie: i felt like IRON - no. i felt like CAPTAIN AMERICA. LIKE A KICK ASS Louie: GUY Tae: nice dude i'm glad ur having fun Tae: is mark there Louie: he was here somewhere. he asked me to come Louie: dunno where he went. maybe he's with johnny idk Louie: but who cares lol Louie: i'm great Louie: no more sads Tae: wow you're really drunk huh? Louie: nooooooooooooo Louie: haha I was gonna drink Louie: but then this weird girl showed up Louie: and now i'm super

Tae: but you said you did a keg stand Tae: that's like drinking isnt it? Louie: is it? i thought it was just a hand stand on a keg lol Louie: who knows? not me Tae: i mean i guess Tae: what weird girl Louie: idk blond. weird. she wanted me to CHEAT ON MARK WTF Louie: i mean she seriously helped me out but also Louie: wtf Louie: weird. so weird. but we went to the bathroom and she Louie: gave me t his stuff n i'm like Louie: wow i mean i can't stop talking Louie: i think I've said some seriously stupid shit Tae: wait Tae: what? Louie: what? i didn't tell you anything stupid did I? Louie: i don't think i did. thank god. imaigngi f i told u that Louie: lololol i'd die forever Tae: louie what are you taking about what stuff Louie: stuff? which stuff Louie: im not tellig Tae: what did she give you Louie: ohhhhhhhhhhh Louie: oh i can tell u that haha Louie: she called it all kinds of weird stuff like snow white or whatever which is bizarre af but whatever Louie: i like sniffed it and it felt super whack Tae: LOUIE WHAT THE FUCK Louie: and then it was like Louie: wow Louie: idk man i wanted to not feel sad and i feel good now Tae: holy shit what the fuck i cannot believe Tae: louie that was so dumb Louie: you're so dumb! Louie: no that's not true Louie: you're my faovriedgof person ever Tae: where the fuck is nemo why isn't he here to tell you how stupid that was where are you Tae: you're at mei's right Louie: yeh i crashed lol Louie: well no mark and johnny wanted to crash Louie: and since mark's been cool and let me stay at his place i was like Louie: well i should probs go Tae: yeah well THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD'VE FUCKING DONE COKE OR WHATEVER YOU DID jesus fuck Nemo: wait wtf did i just read Tae: yeah Tae: i have to go fucking get him Louie: why are you maddddd? im not bugging anyone! i'm having fun! Nemo: wait whats going on! Nemo: louie are you okay? Louie: i'm FINE Louie: i'm super Nemo: he did cocaine? Louie: super human Tae: he's at mei's party and he fucking YES Louie: you could say Louie: ughhh stop making this so big Tae: do you know how many kids my brother had to see in the hospital bc of drugs louie? Nemo: yeah that stuffs really bad Nemo: its human chemicals Nemo: do you feel okay? are you dizzy? Louie: do you know what else is bad? life. being sad. freddie mercury leaving too soon. presidents. earthquakes Nemo: louie D: Louie: tthe hunger games Tae: hey louie seriously how are you feeling like Tae: in your body Louie: that's a weird thing 2 akks dud Louie: im fine! Tae: okay but like Tae: if u close ur eyes and like idk try to feel what's happening like is your heart beating really fast? do you feel like puking? do you feel like you're moving? Louie: oh i mean yeah lol Louie: my heart is skipping faster n when i Louie: wait i gotta shut up shut up Nemo: tae yah is that bad? Nemo: would jun hyung know? Tae: i'm asking him right nwo Louie: so fussy you guys are fussy im gooood Nemo: louie just keep texting u ok Louie: look how good i am Louie: 

Nemo: very pretty Tae: yeah gorgeous how's your breathing Louie: wouldnt u like 2 kno Louie: how's your butt Louie: bet its still kicckable Tae: you have literally never kicked my ass at anything Tae: nemo does your appa know about this stuff? you probably shouldn't ask him huh? Louie: DON'T AOISFJPDOGN Nemo: its human drugs Nemo: so not really Louie: 4 THE LOV OF GOD Louie: that guy lredy probs haaaaaates me Nemo: his magic wouldnt work either i dont think Louie: im a toxin to freidn parnets Nemo: yeah if he ever finds out we woudl be banned from being in the same school i think he'd transfer me to that catholic place and appa hates catholicism Nemo: this is why you shouldnt do drugs louie :heart: dont yu wanna keep being my friend Louie: :cry: :cry: :cry: Louie: you're my best mate wgodidpsdggdfh Louie: you too tae Tae: wow rude Tae: oh okay Louie: wow Louie: dont be such a bitch tae Tae: well you started it when you did cocaine Louie: i used to think u were the coolest but maybe  im demoting u n promoing Louie: nemo Louie: nemo ur the new hottie Tae: the what Louie: what? Tae: louie i'm coming to get you Louie: whyyyyy the partys still partying Louie: ppl be FITIN Louie: man ud fit right in with your muscle bod Louie: well cept one fitghts girls Tae: where are you in the house Louie: idk the dance place. the life space Louie: where everyone is? Nemo: is jun going too? Nemo: aghaldkfjaskldfj Tae: yeah Louie: wait wait wait wait wait Nemo: ugh im sorry i cant be there Louie: where u going Nemo: louie im so sorry just keep texting us Louie: no Louie: i should dkslefadkad Tae: hey louie what's your favorite queen song Louie: skedlolde Louie: what? ohhhhh wow tough choice man i mean Louie: there are soooo many good SONGS Louie: lately i've been listening 2 somebody to love a lot cause i been dfpsogdpsjsd Louie: buuuuuut Tae: i like don't stop me now Louie: that's my OTHER FAVORITE Louie: man u vibe so well with me i hate it Louie: ha ha ha Louie: j k this is why we're bffs Nemo: hey queen was on the CD you gave me Nemo: ive been listening to it! Louie: reallyyyyy? did you like it? Louie: hey hey tae tae. taeeeeeeee. tae you should send a slefdie Louie: slefit Louie: sel fie Nemo: course! i love it Nemo: maybe i'll pick a song and choreo a dance for it Tae: you want a selfie? Louie: oooooo yes please nemo Louie: and def yes pls tae Louie: do smehthing cute Nemo [deleted]: ugh louiealkf Nemo: where's mark again? Nemo: im gonna text mark Louie: idkkkkkkk Tae: 

Louie: he went to do some stuff with johnny Louie: woahhhhhhhhh Louie: waogdisjdpsgjosg Louie: shit Tae: that's me coming to get ur dumb ass Louie: wait ur coming to get me? Louie: shit shit shit wait i gotta skedoled Louie: skedadled Tae: what? Louie: well much as i think ur great im ok Louie: also i thinkk hoooo shit Louie: gotta ifnd a window lol Tae: louie if you don't stay there i will fucking murder you Tae: i'm serious Louie: deth by tae or tdeth by uncle d when he fins out Louie: shit mn if i stay its a double featur Nemo: :/ Nemo: please louie, we're worried about you Nemo: we love you! we just want to make sure you're okay Tae: yeah Tae: you're gonna stay the night with me okay Louie: oh god Tae: it'll be great Louie: hahaahahahahahaha Louie: N E M O Louie: tell him why i suddenly Louie: sgosigdsgsdg Nemo: louie  i think you should Nemo: um drink water Louie: im good ill just find Louie: makr Louie: mark Nemo: that's also good please find mark Louie: n go to his place? Tae: what did i say Nemo: nothing he's on drugs Tae: i said stay put Louie: im really good thouuuugh Louie: n mark will look out for me Louie: marks nce Tae: well mark left u alone and you did cocaine so i mean not that that's his fault i'm just saying Nemo: ugh what if mark did cocaine Nemo: u dont think mark did cocaine did he Louie: dont blae me him 4 ME BEING ME Tae: DID MARK DO COCAINE Louie: honestly i dont dieossgodkh Louie: NO Tae: fuck Nemo: he might not have! we dont know Louie: i dont deesrve mrk naywayl ol Tae: nemo never do cocaine please Nemo: i cant see mark lee doing cocaine unless someone told him it was fun dip Louie: he n johnny were just doing fun stuff 2gether Tae: lmfao Nemo: id probably DIE if i did cocaine so dont worry ahha Nemo: big no no for fairies Louie: speaking of immenditd death Louie: we sure windows r no go Nemo: which is why u shouldnt do it solidarity c'mon louie Tae: if you aren't there when i get there i will be very upset Nemo: he will be Nemo: wont u louie Louie: im scared i dont want the lady 2 yell at me Louie: pls i wanna leave Tae: I'm almost there Louie: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD= Louie: what if i hid in the bathroom Nemo: its gonna be okay louie :heart: Nemo: just um, sing a little queen Louie: no its not ill be ded 4ever n dragged home n stuck with my asshole fam n never escape n ded Nemo: you won't be dead you'll be safe Louie: shit someone said its the COPS Louie: im double triple dead Louie: n thats bullshit Louie: my fam isnt safe they suuuuuuuck Tae: WHERE ARE YOU Tae: fuck there are so many people Louie: trapped in the prison of xistance Louie: a house of horrs Louie: horors Tae: i'm serious louie i can't find you Louie: just make urself taller Louie: ill see you Tae: i'm gonna yell for you Louie: ok ok ok Nemo: ugh fksjf

[dxmagedrose]

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex​ I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

[dabble-writes]

Death’s Bride--(4)

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Pairing:

Namjoon/Reader

Summary:

You are a Seer. What is a Seer? A Seer is someone whose sixth sense is stronger than most people’s and can see Death. You did not want to be one, you just want to be normal—yet what happens when Death comes for you? No, not for you to die—for you to be his bride.

*Based on a novel I wrote before in Wattpad by the same title*

Tags:

Romance, Fantasy, Comedy

Warnings:

Mentions of death, violence

CHAPTER 3: THE EX

“Tell me who kidnapped you.”

An image of Jin’s smirking face appeared in your mind and you turned away from him.

“You don’t know? That shows how clueless you are.”

Namjoon gently grabbed your shoulders and turned you, “Y/N, please.”

You opened your mouth to tell him the truth and thought better of it. Jin is Namjoon’s most “loyal” adviser and friend. You are just some girl Namjoon convinced to be his unwilling bride who managed to get kidnapped and almost sexual assaulted. Who’s word is he going to believe? Because you were sure that Jin will defend yourself and twist your words to make you seem like a liar.

But shouldn’t you tell him, a voice in your head said, who knows? He might actually believe you.

Yeah right, you knew deep down he wouldn’t. You still couldn’t believe Jin’s betrayal and you’ve only known him for a few weeks.

“Um…can we not talk about this now…?” You asked, hoping to delay the conversation until you can find proof. That’ll be the only way he will believe you.

“No, I have to know every detail. It’s very alarming that my bride got kidnapped. I need to know who it is so I can apprehend this person.”

You bit your lip, except you won’t believe me.

“I-I actually don’t remember who kidnapped me. It was such a blur and I feel very exhausted with everything that happened tonight.”

It didn’t look like Namjoon was convinced, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead he said, “Alright then I won’t keep you long so you can rest. Just tell me what you remember.”

You nodded, glad he wasn’t pressuring you about the kidnapper, “Okay, I went out of the castle—”

“You went out of the castle?” Namjoon asked, not looking happy.

You realized your mistake too late, “Oh…um…sorry…?”

“ ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. Didn’t I warn you not to go out of the castle?

“Fine, I fucked up, happy?” You said in frustration, “do you want me to continue or not?”

He still didn’t seem pleased, but he nodded, “Go on.”

“I went out of the castle and before I knew it, I was knocked out. When I woke up, I realized I was in this room, tied up, and I met some demons. There was one…I think his name was Jimin?...they were kind of weird…well, they used to work for you.”

Namjoon nodded, his expression thoughtful, “I guess it makes sense, those demons were always trouble-makers and have a mind of their own. You may continue.”

You but your lip, trying to figure out a way to tell the story as truthfully as possible without saying it was Jin.

“Then some guy came in, I think he was their leader or something. It was pretty dark, so I couldn’t get a good look at his face.”

“Did he said anything? What are his plans?”

You looked at him in confusion, “Why would you tell your prisoner your plans? That doesn’t seem very smart.”

“You’ll be surprised how common that is.”

“Now that I think about it…he did say that he wanted to eliminate you and that he needed me to do that. He also mentioned something about the prophecy.”

Wait, why did I said that?

Namjoon looked surprised at the last sentence, “He mentioned the prophecy? What did he said?”

“U-uh,” You didn’t know what to say, “...um...he seemed to be under the impression that I am the bride of the prophecy...”

“How come?” He actually looked very curious, “Did he said why?”

“Well...” You kind of regret mentioning the prophecy, “...he sort of said that even though you didn’t know some parts of the prophecy, you followed it. Like making that deal with my grandma and picking me instead.”

 “Really...?”, He seemed thoughtful, “Interesting....did he mention anything else?”

“I don’t think so.”, you lied. 

Namjoon studied you, “Something seems out of place, as if you’re lying…”

You forced yourself to remain a neutral expression, “I am not.”

He took a step closer to you and stared at your eyes, “Are you sure?”

Boom-Boom.

Your heart raced at his close proximity and you felt your ears grow warm and knew that they were red.

What’s wrong with me? You thought, get a grip and answer the damn question!

You looked away from his eyes, the intensity of his stare was too much for you, 

“Yes.”

“Then why can’t you look at me in the eye?”

You crossed your arms and tried to will your heart to stop beating so fast, “Why would I want to look at your eyes anyway? They are cold and disturbing.”

Before you could react, Namjoon took your face and forced you to look into his eyes. You noticed that they actually weren’t black like you thought so before, but a very dark shade of brown. Also his eyelashes are actually—wait, what?

“Don’t touch me!” You cried and pulled away from his grasp.

Boom-Boom.

“It didn’t bother you before, why are you acting this way now?” Namjoon seemed amused by your flushed appearance and you glared at him.

“I already said all I know, can I go now?”

“Alright, go rest, but don’t think this conversation is over.”

You huffed and stomped out of the room, not caring whether it made you seem childish or not. When you were a reasonable distance away, you stopped and placed a hand on your chest.

Boom-Boom.

Why am I acting this way?, you thought, why do I find myself liking his eyelashes? Why does my heart keep having an attack when he’s around? You remembered the feeling of his hands on yours; they were surprisingly warm.

You leaned against the wall, what’s wrong with me?

Could it be…not it can’t be.

You gasped as you sunk down to the floor and found yourself in quite a predicament.

You liked Namjoon.  

The stupid prophecy was right…well at least for me. You knew Namjoon cared for you, but he seemed too closed off to return your feelings. 

Lord, how is this possible? When did this happen? Yet the pounding of your heart and the tingling feeling of your stomach proved it.

No, it’s just a crush, you thought, some stupid crush. Namjoon saved you from Jungkook so now you have a crush on him, no biggie.      

You pressed you head against your hands, it’s just a crush, you’ll get over it. I mean, it’s normal to have a crush on a cute guy. And Namjoon is really hot. Okay, stop thinking about how hot Namjoon is…

You had the sinking feeling that this was a crush that will be hard to get rid of.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

You looked up to see Jisoo, your only comfort now.

“I don’t get it.” You sighed and sank back to your bed.

“Y/N, dear, you’ve been in that bed all morning, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You groaned, your nose stuffy from crying so much.

“You’ve been crying.” She observed and sat beside you.

“I keep thinking of the incident with Jungkook,” you admit, “I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. Whenever I close my eyes, I still see him. The way he looked at me with such hunger, and it scares me. And I really have no one to blame but myself; I shouldn’t have been so naïve.”

“I was not your fault“, Jisoo said gently, “That boy was, if you excuse my language, an ass. He shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that; he was definitely no gentleman.” 

You smiled softy at her, “Thanks Jisoo.”

“But that’s not all, right? I feel that there’s something more that’s troubling you.”

You turned to her, “How do you know?”

“Intuition. Now what’s bothering you?”

You sighed, it’s ridiculous, “I can’t say it.”

“Come on, you have a mouth, you could say it.”

The corners of you lips lifted up, “You’re right, but that’s not the case.”

 “So you won’t say it?”

You bit your lip, “That makes it sound like I don’t want to say it to you. I do want to, but I’m just scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Y/N.”

 You took a deep breath, 

“But didn’t you hate Death?”

You sighed, “I thought so too, but maybe that strong feeling wasn’t hate…but love…? Ugh, forget I said that, that sounded super corny.”

Jisoo looked at you, “I suspected.”

“What?”

“I knew you’ll eventually fall in love with him.”, she said sadly.

You frowned, you just came upon this realization quite recently, how does she know?

“Wait a second, I’m not in love with him, I just have some silly crush.” You quickly corrected her, panicking a little.

Nope, it’s definitely too soon to be talking about serious feelings like love.

Jisoo studied you, “I think we both know that is really not the case.”

“Why do you think I’m in love with him?”

“Intuition.” She answered, smirking.

You gave an exasperated cry, “C’mon, be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“Okay, let’s say that I do love him—which I don’t—is it that easy to read me? Do you think he knows?”

“No, I don’t think he knows. He seems like he’ll be dense at these kind of things. I just have an instinct for this.”

You frownwd as you clutched a pillow to your chest, “It doesn’t matter anyway because he will never like me.”

Jisoo touched your shoulder, “You might be surprised.”

You sat up, “What are you trying to say? That he likes me? How do you know.”

“Intuition.” She simply said.

It took all your willpower to not throw your pillow at Jisoo.

“There’s also something else, Jisoo...”

“What is it?”

You hesitated, then said, “I sort of lied to Namjoon; I know who my kidnapper was.”

Jisoo looked surprised, “Then why didn’t you tell Death?”

“Because he won’t believe me!” You cried, “I hardly believe it myself...?”

“Who is it?”

“...Jin.”

“Jin? Jin as Death’s most trusted adviser? Second in command? The one with all the bad puns? That Jin?”

This was all the confirmation I needed to know that I need proof before I tell Namjoon. If Jisoo, who hardly knows Jin, doesn’t believe me, how can Namjoon?

You sighed, “See? You don’t believe me either.”

“I’m just...surprised. Jin doesn’t seem like the type at all.”

“Well he is.” You thought bitterly. 

“Jisoo, I don’t see the justice in this! How can a criminal, a traitor, run around free, while I’m the one that keeps getting locked up in this room?”

“You never did told Death about Jin, so of course Jin will still be roaming around. And you did broke Death’s trust—”

“What trust?” You asked bitterly, “When did he ever trust me?”

“Oh don’t act so sour, you’ll be surprised how much he trusted you.”

“Hmph,” you said, not quite believing that, “still, it just boils my blood that I still see Jin every day and he just acts like nothing has happened!”

“Remind me again why you cannot tell Death about Jin?”

“Because I don’t have proof,” you explained, “it’s my word over Jin’s and, as you nicely stated, Namjoon doesn’t trust me.”

“Who’s fault is that?”, You heard Jisoo mutter and you glared at her.

“I just wished there was some way we can prove he’s conspiring against Namjoon…”

“We?”

“Yes, you’re going to help me.”

“Wait, how can I be of help?”

“You’re the best help!” You exclaimed, “You’re the maid. Jin won’t suspect you. He might suspect me, but not you.”

The more you thought about it, the more it made sense—no one ever suspects the maid!

She still looked a little unconvinced, so you gave her your best pouty face, “Please Jisoo? For me?”

You guessed it worked because Jisoo looked at you and sighed, “Okay, fine, what do you want me to do?”

You squealed with happiness, Jisoo was in!

“Y/N….”

“What?” You asked.

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

You blushed; you were too concerned with enlisting Jisoo’s help that you didn’t think of what she could do to actually help.

Hm…what do they do in spy movies…?”

“I know! Doe Jin have a room in this castle that is his?”

“Does his office count?”

You gave her an incredulous look, “Wait, Jin has an office?”

Jisoo nodded,” Yes, so does Death.”

He does?

“Interesting information. But now, I want you to bug Jin’s office.”

Jisoo gave you a look of confusion, “You want me to fill his office with bugs?”

You burst out laughing, amused that Jisoo took it that way.

“What’s so funny, Y/N? I know you want your revenge and everything, but I don’t think bugs are going to help.”

You had to wipe tears from your eyes and you choked out, “I-it’s not that, Jisoo! I-it’s a term for keeping the room under s-surveillance.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think you can do that?”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Hm…I don’t think there will be any surveillance equipment in this place.

“We are going to have to do it the old-fashion way—follow him.”

“So we are stalking him?”

“Wellll….stalking is such a strong word…but yes.”

She gave you a look, “You’re not going to let me back out of this are you?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then.” She sighed.

“Great! Watch, in no time we’ll find something to use against him, I know we can!”

Jisoo smiled, “Anything to have justice.”

“Look, there’s Jin!”

Once you have Jisoo a crash course on ‘how-to-stalk’, you decided to follow Jin to find his office (since Jisoo doesn’t know since Jin is so secretive).

You were right behind Jisoo as you crept behind Jin, who was reading some papers and muttering to himself.

See? Obviously a traitor. How can Namjoon not realize this?

“How far away can his office be?” You muttered in Jisoo’s ear as you made another turn.

“Far.” Jisoo answered you and you had to agree because this place is huge.

Jin finally entered a door and closed it.

“Do you think it’s his office?”, you asked Jisoo.

“Probably.”

“So what do we do now?”, you asked her.

“Wait.”

You groaned and leaned on the wall, “Really? How long do you think Jin will be in his office?”

“Possibly a few hours.”

“A few hours?”

Great.

“How about I stay here and keep watch while you do something else?”

“Hm…you may be right. Jin will be very suspicious if he sees me hanging around his office. You sure you’ll be fine on your own?”

She nodded, “I’ve heard of spies in the war, so I know a few things about espionage. Are you sure that you can find your way back?”

You looked back at the hallway you came from and paled. Oh crap.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Just don’t get lost.”. Jisoo advised.

“Like I get lost on purpose.” You muttered under your breath and walked in the direction you came from. You silently prayed for the best.

You passed by a window and was surprised to see it. So this place actually has windows? Very excited, you pulled the curtain and realized it was no window; it was a wall. How weird, who would put curtains in front of a wall?

“Y/N, why do I find you in the strangest places?”

Namjoon!

You turned around, your face red and heart beat erratically, “Um…I don’t know…?”

That was lame even in your ears.

Namjoon lifted an eyebrow at you, “Are you lost again?”

You turned a deeper shade of red, “So what if I am? You couldn’t have made a bigger castle, right?”

Oh my god, shut up, you’re just embarrassing yourself even more.

“I love your petty attempt at sarcasm.”

Urgh, kill me.

“Ha, ha.” You said weakly as you tried to cover the fact that you’re so embarrassed.

He studied you, then said, “Come on, I’ll help you back to your room.”

You followed him and muttered, “Thanks.”

“What was that?” he said, smiling,

“I’m not going to say that again.”

“Pride is one the seven deadly sins, you know.”

You snorted, “I’m glad you know your seven deadly sins, Namjoon.”

“Did you just snort? Do you want to die an early death?”

You grinned, you knew by now when Namjoon is joking and when he’s serious.

“What’s the difference? I’m still going to be here.”

“Oh believe me, my bride, there’s a huge difference.”

“’My bride’?”, This time you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Think nothing of it,” Namjoon answered, “

“Ah yes,” You couldn’t wash away the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t say it out of any affection.

Of course not, you chastised yourself, you’re the one with the crush, not him. He doesn’t like you, remember?

You walked in silence and you decided to ask something you’ve been curious about for some time now.

“So who was your favorite bride?”, you asked innocently.

Namjoon studied you, “Is this a trick question?”

“No, a genuine one.”

“I don’t know,” He answered thoughtfully, “they were all amusing in their own way.

You felt a bitter taste in your mouth and repressed your jealousy.

“Did any of them called you by your name?”

“No, you’re the first one.”

“Why’s that?” You asked curiously.

“You were the first one to ask,” Namjoon answered, “No one bothered to before. They just saw me as ‘Death’.”

You were a bit annoyed by the other brides, that’s strange they didn’t ask for his name.

“Did you ever love any of them?”

“I am Death, I do not love.” He said with such conviction that it made you pause.

“That’s not true, you were raised as a human and you do have human emotions. You’re just too stubborn to show them.”

“Ah, I almost forgot that Jin told you I was raised by humans, that traitor.” He laughed and you flinched. That hit too close to home.

If only you knew, you thought, but don’t worry, I’ll get my proof and you won’t be ignorant much longer.

You took a deep breath, “Fine, but back to the topic, when you were with humans, you must have loved.”

He frowned and turned away, “As I said before, I do not love. I never had and never would.”

Somehow, you felt as if he were lying.

Who hurt you?, you thought and you reached to your room. You were reluctant to leave him just yet; this conversation wasn’t that bad and it was almost pleasant to talk to him.

“Well I need to go now.” Namjoon quickly said and walked away; he gave you no opportunity for you to say anything in return.

Jerk, how did I ever ending up liking him?, you thought.

I wish I could get high on air, you thought bitterly as you blew a stray strand of hair on your face away. At least it would provide me with some entertainment.

At that moment, the door flew open and a young girl rushed in and closed the door behind her.

“Who are you?” you asked as you jumped up from your chair.

The girl looked like she was in  her mid-20s and had perfect porcelain skin. She had long blonde hair that was up in a high ponytail and she was in trousers and and a white, blousey shirt. The girl then noticed you and grinned.

“Hey, you’re Death’s new bride, right?”

“I asked my question first so you should answer, seeing how you just barged into my room and interrupted.”

“Ah, sorry, but it didn’t seem like you were doing much of anything,” She retorted, a twinkle in her eye.

You blushed, “That’s none of your business.”

She shrugged, “Alright then.”

You stared at each other in silence and you finally spoke.

“Why are you here?”

She just smirked, “As you said ‘none of your business;”

Okay, seriously, this girl is getting a bit annoying.

“Will you cut it out already? You’re the one that came here, looking very suspicious, like someone was chasing you.”

A sword was pointed to your chest so fast you didn’t have time to think. She stared at you dangerously, “I said it’s none of your business.”

“Whoa there, let’s not get carried away…” you said and then got a good look at the sword, and then back at the girl, “Wait, I know who you are! You’re that pirate…LE!”

Her eyes narrowed  and you felt her add pressure to the sword and you became nervous. You didn’t want your death to be by a sword.

“Who told you my name?”

“J-Jin….?” You stammered and you hope she won’t get angry.

“Oh, that good for nothing. He can never really keep his mouth shut.” She smiled as she sheathed her sword.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, um, thanks. I’m Y/N, by the way, Namjoon’s current bride.” You said and held out your hand.

“Oh is that his name? Namjoon? I’ve always wondered.” LE gave you a huge grin as she slapped your hand and gripped it with a hearty handshake.

“What are you doing here?”, you asked, very curious. You haven’t seen any of Namjoon’s other brides.

She shrugged, “I’m bored, like you. I figured I could wonder around the castle, but then I nearly ran into Jin. So before he noticed me I slipped into this door.”

“Why don’t you want to run into Jin?” You asked. Maybe she knows something I don’t.

“We have a long history, me and Jin. It’s just better to avoid him.”

Yup, this chick seems to have the right idea.

“Do you mind telling me your history with him?”

“I do mine, so nope.”

You pouted, “C’mon, tell me.”

“Wow, you’re really annoying. I wonder why Death chose you to be his bride.”

You turned pink and looked away, “Beats me. I am just an ordinary girl, not even half as awesome as some of his other brides.”

Careful, Y/N, you bitterness and jealousy is showing.

“Oh now, don’t be so harsh on yourself. Just be less whiny and learn to defend yourself.”

“Defend myself?” You asked, that caught your attention.

“Yeah, especially if you’re going to be Death’s bride.”

An idea occurred to you.

“Can you, maybe, teach me?”

“Me? Teach you? Hm…not a bad idea.”

“So you will?” You asked, very hopeful.

“I will, but I need to set a few ground rules now. One: don’t be annoying, I can’t stand annoying people. Two: listen to everything I say. And three: say this to no one.”

“Is it because you don’t want Jin to find out?”

“If you’re fond of your pinkies, I suggest you shut your mouth.”

You smiled, “Deal.”

Despite your slight jealousy of this girl, you can’t help but start to like her.

“No, you’re doing it all wrong.”

LE showed you how to correctly hold your sword.

“LE?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to you and Jin?”

She maneuvered her sword and pressed it against your chest, “A very important rule: do not get distracted.”

You sigh as you pushed her sword away from your chest, “You’re just avoiding the subject.”

You stepped to the side to avoid her sword.

“You don’t know anything. Just pay attention.”

You avoided another attack and struck, “Just answer the damn question!”

“What did I say about being annoying?”, LE said through her narrowed eyes.

“I think you’re being annoying in not answering my question.” You answered as you counter-attacked.

“How about this, if you an beat me, I will answer your question.”, LE said, confident in her ability.

Powered by a new goal, you struck her and you were engaged in a battle.

It was a few weeks ago that you begun the secret lessons. You started practicing in an empty room, since your room didn’t have the space for you to do complex movements.

Surprisingly, sword fighting was fun and quite exciting, not to mention that it was the perfect cure to your boredom.

“Ha!” You cried as you finally knocked her sword out of her hand and hovered your sword in front of your chest.

LE held her hands up, her chest going up and down in a fast pace, “Okay, you won fair and square, put your sword down and I’ll tell you the cursed story.”

You smiled victoriously as you sheathed your sword. LE picked up her sword and sat on the floor. You sat down next to her and looked at LE expectantly.

She sighed and started her story.

“I wasn’t always a pirate. I came from a little town by the sea. I always saw pirates dock their boats and wanted to be a pirate. It was impossible though because women weren’t supposed to be pirates.

“So, I dressed up as a man to have less trouble. A retired pirate taught me all I know about sword fighting and by the time I was four and ten years, I went against my parent’s wishes and became a pirate. That was the last time I saw them.

“The Golden Ranger, that was ship I was part of the crew in, and she was a beauty. I could talk about all my adventures with her, but that’s another story. One day, I saw this strange man in the ship. I assumed he was a new member of the crew, so I didn’t put much thought into it.

“He later approached me and called me by my name, my real name, and said I was to be his bride. Obviously, I refused and didn’t believe him. He later sent another man, who I later found out was Jin. He tried to convince me to go, but I just pushed him overboard.”

“Wait, you pushed Jin off the ship?”, you had the giggle at the mental image.

“What? Like I told you, I can’t stand annoying people. And he was becoming quite annoying.”

“So what happened next?”

“Death definitely didn’t sent Jin again, that’s for sure. He took me to this place and I met Jin again. He tried to make amends and show me around the castle, but I refused saying I don’t need someone like him and I could find my way around without him.”

“What did he say?” You interrupted her, intrigued by this story, she smiled.

“He followed me around like a lost puppy. Then I told him to stop following me and he shrugged and left. That’s when I got lost and cursed him for being right. We became friends afterwards. Death started hanging around with me too and that’s when it became bad.”

“Bad? In what way?”

“Jin started getting jealous of Death. One day, he snapped at me, saying I was being too nice to Death. Boy, did I give him a piece of my mind. That’s when he confessed his love to me.”

“Wait, he’s in love with you?” You gasped, you didn’t expect this plot twist.

“Let me finish the story. I liked him, but as a friend and nothing else, so I just told him that I thought of him as a friend. That night, to take away my frustrations, I challenged Death to a duel and lost.”

“Wait, why were you frustrated? You weren’t the one that was rejected.”

“You ask too many questions.” LE said, smiling.

“Jin said the same thing.” You blurted out and she laughed.

“Well, that’s one thing me and him have in common.”

“Why were you frustrated?” You tried again and she sighed.

“I didn’t realize it, but I liked Jin more than I thought I did. I realized it too late.”

“Okay, you died and ended up not being Namjoon’s bride, why don’t you talk to him now? Isn’t the feeling mutual?”

“You don’t understand, the last words he said to me was ‘go then, die for all I care’. You see, I don’t think he loves me anymore, that’s why I avoid him to avoid the awkwardness.”

“So you haven’t seen him once all this time?”

“When I don’t want to be found, I’m not found.”

Whoa, no wonder he’s all bitter and became a traitor. Still, it’s still a dick move to betray your friend like that.

LE stood up, “That’s enough of a break, let’s go and practice.”

You were in your room, practicing with your sword, when you heard a knock. You quickly hid the sword under the bed and called out, “Who’s there?”

“Can I come in?”

You recognized Namjoon’s voice and was surprised; he rarely visited you in your room, since he is normally very busy during the day doing Death stuff. 

“Yeah, sure.” You said as you tried to sit casually on the bed.

He opened the door and you noticed that he was carrying some books.

“Am I interrupting something?” Namjoon asked and you shook your head.

“Uh, no, I wasn’t doing anything in particular...”

“Why are you sweating?” He asked curiously as he walked up to you.

You blushed, “Um...a little bit ago I was trying to do some exercise, you know build up the muscle. Kind of cooling off now. What’s up?”

He walked up to you and handed you the books, “I realized that I may be a bit harsh telling you to stay in this room with nothing to do. I found some books that you might like so that you don’t have to be here so bored.”

You looked at the books and smiled, touched by the gesture, “No, it’s really touching, thank you.”

“I didn’t know what kind of books you liked, so I selected different genres. If you like, maybe I can have Jin show you where the library is.”

You winced at the mention of Jin, “Uh, that’s okay. Why don’t you show me instead?”

He looked surprised, “Um, sure, I can do that. Just not today since I’m so busy. I just happened to have a small break so I brought the books over.”

You smiled as you traced your finger along the spine of one the books, “Well, thanks for taking time off your busy schedule to visit little old me.”

He smiled, showing his dimples, “I’ll see you around then.”

“I’ll see you around.”

You were still smiling long after he left the room. 

[dreammutual-remade]

high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)