#forgot there are some in that park oop

[ugh-my-back]

Eyes on me

Putting these under a cut cause I needed that first pic to be the main one okkk. But these are still cute, the last one was perfectly timed at the right angle skshdhd (he looks so cute help)

[viveela]

I think they are all very cute and silly

[mystewion]

hit that like if u think she's the fairest maiden in all the land 💖✨

[thelatteghost]

hanging out by the loading dock after school 🖤💚

[selfcarecap]

Over Each Other [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x female!reader

summary: Logan and you are just friends – you have a boyfriend, after all. But sometimes when you and your boyfriend are arguing, Logan listens and jerks off to it. He knows you two will break up soon, and he’s just finding ways to patiently pass the time until you can be his. Until one night, you’ve fought your final argument with your boyfriend and are in need of some comfort that Logan is more than happy to provide.

warnings: smut 18+ like this is more sexual and less fluffy (or angsty) than the summary sounds tbh (m masturbation, oral sex f receiving, unprotected piv, creampie, Logan calls reader princess, good girl, bub, baby), kinda toxic i mean you read the summary but still a sweet fic, reader is vulnerable so Logan could be seen to be taking advantage of her so don’t read if you don’t like, excuse the dramatic title and a few lines (from Linkin Park’s Over Each Other) because this is also me working through some feelings lmao, this is obviously not at aaalllll a realistic depiction of healing from a break-up lol (although I sincerely believe it would work with Logan..), X-Mansion era

note: not the fic I was expecting to be my first fic in over a month but my heart needed this so here you go <3 i also only proofread once so lmk if there are any atrocious typos lmao | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons

word count: 3.9k oops wth 

Logan knows he’s a bad man. He’s killed people, innocent people, committed countless crimes, done more evil things than he can ever remember. But now he knows he’s a bad man because of something entirely different. 

Logan shamelessly jerks off to the sound of you and your boyfriend arguing. 

He doesn’t even need to use his heightened hearing, that’s how loud you two are. Night after night after night he listens to you arguing, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your voice. 

You always have the upper hand — he would never masturbate to your pain or to you being degraded. Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot and you’re not afraid to let him know. Logan is sure he’s not the only one who knows that your relationship will end soon, and he’s fine to give you the time you need. Logan is a patient man these days; he can wait. But he’ll make the wait worth his while. 

He gains pleasure from knowing that soon you two will break up, and you’ll be all his.

Logan sees the way you look at him, senses the way your heartbeat speeds up that little bit when he smiles at you, smells a spike in your pheromones when he’s around. And he’s no different when it comes to you.

The more you and your stupid boyfriend argue, the closer you get to breaking up, and the closer Logan gets to his release. 

He’s listening to your moans of frustration this evening and imagines turning them into moans of pleasure, imagines licking your pussy until you’ve forgot all about your little boyfriend. Logan’s fist speeds up around his dick, hips moving up to fuck into his hand as he thinks of you and your gorgeous face.

Logan cums with your voice in his head, with the thought of you and your boyfriend finally breaking up, and shoots cum all over his own hand, down his forearm, and over his abs. He jerks off until he’s satisfied, lying in his bed a mess for a second – his hand coated in his cum, his happy trail sticky.

When Logan’s breath slows down, he realises your voice has stopped. You’re not arguing anymore – you must have gone to sleep. Then he hears your voice again, this time much closer.

“Logan?” A quiet knock at his door, “It’s me, you still awake?”

He pulls his sweatpants back in place and reaches for a tissue, only for his hand to land in the empty box. In a panic, Logan takes off the shirt that he’d pushed up over his abs, and uses it to clean himself of his release, using his freshly washed shirt like a rag.

“One second!” He calls out as he rubs the bunched up shirt over his happy trail to get it all off. Logan throws the dirty shirt into the corner of the room, and opens the door shirtless.

His heart drops when he sees the state you’re in, cheeks wet with tears and clinging to a teddy bear Logan once got you.

“Um… we just broke up. Can I come in? I know it’s late…”

Logan ushers you inside before the sentence has fully left your lips. Now he feels a twinge of guilt – he was too busy trying to get off to realise it was a serious argument this time. Maybe he jerks off more to the concept of you and that dumb boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) arguing and how hot you sound putting that guy in his place all confidently, than the actual fight.

As much as it pains him to see you hurt, he has to smile behind your back for a second when he closes the door. But a shiver runs up his spine when you let your guard down once you’re alone with Logan, all teary-eyed and small and sad. 

Logan sits you down on his bed as you tell him the full story. 

I tried to find my patience… 

All we did was talk over each other… 

 It was all a waste of time… 

There was nothing underneath… 

 I'm so tired of talking over each other…

Logan hugs you while you cling to him, your words barely audible with how you’re smothered against his naked shoulder. He gently rubs your back, and it only makes you hold onto him tighter. 

“Shh, shh baby, I’m here for you. It’s gonna be okay.” The pet name just slips out. Logan barely realises what he’s said until you look up at him all doe-eyed, nodding your head frantically. 

“I’m okay,” you say, “For now. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course, do you want to stay here for the night?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course I don’t mind, bub. I like having you here. Even better if it means I can take care of you while you need someone,” Logan says, and watches a soft smile spread on your face.

You sit up to wipe your eyes, only to realise you have no tears left. It’s been an hour since you got here, and you’ve calmed down. 

Logan held you, said all the right things, helped you see things clearly. You’re better off without that guy, and you know Logan will be here for you until you’re over him. More importantly, you’re sure he will be there for you beyond that too.

“Here you go,” Logan takes your teddy and gives him a special place on his nightstand, and lets you wrap your arms around him as you settle against his chest. He’s not sure what to do next, but it’s late and he assumes you have no energy to do anything other than sleep.

It surprises him when you speak up a few minutes later, though your voice is quiet.

“He couldn’t even make me cum…”

Logan looks at you and finds a pout on your lips but a glint in your eyes, the warm glow of his bedside lamp making you look like an angel.

He chuckles, “So you’re crying over a man that couldn’t even make his girl feel good?”

You nod your head and smile bashfully.

“When was the last time you were fucked well?”

You look away from Logan as you think, “Uh, I dunno.” 

“Hhmm. You didn’t miss it in all that time you were together?”

You turn to your side to lean up on your elbow, more awake again, “Well, I did. But maybe now I can… find someone better.”

You’re looking up right at Logan through your pretty eyelashes, and it’s subtle but so seductive, but he knows you’re too shy to initiate something, especially now when you probably feel guilty for not mourning your relationship more. But Logan is proud of you for realising your worth and ending it. Your ex should be the only one sad right now, not you.

“Of course you will,” Logan tells you, “You’ll find someone who loves you more than that idiot ever could and someone who will fuck you as good as you deserve.”

“Hmm, you think so?”

“I know so, bub.”

You give him a smile and move to lie down on your belly, head resting on your folded up arms. Your scooting around moves the blanket, pulling it off of Logan’s lap, revealing the half-hard bulge under his sweatpants. 

Logan pulls the blanket back in place, but he’s not sure if you saw.

“How will I know if I’m being fucked well? If I don’t have a reference…” you play with your hands, not looking at Logan.

“I could always show you,” Logan smiles, patiently waiting for you to gain the confidence to look back into his eyes, and you do.

“Only if you want to. But if I’m interpreting your signals right then..” you nod to his lap with a teasing smile.

“You saw…” Logan rolls his eyes at himself which earns him a sweet laugh from you, “Didn’t want you to think your pain makes me hard, or that I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Do I look like I’m in pain right now?” you giggle, a huge smile on your face, cheeks already getting warm with arousal, “And if you wanted to take advantage I’m sure you wouldn’t have waited for me to bring it up.”

“You sure about this, bub? We have all the time in the world.”

“I want you now, Logan. Been waiting to get the courage to break up with him so I could finally have a chance at being with you.”

“Really?” Logan asks, but you’re busy letting your gaze drift down his body, fixed on his lap now. Logan moves closer, and he takes your face in his hands, chuckling “You still with me, bub?”

You don’t reply. Instead, you push your mouth against his, and it’s the most intense kiss Logan has ever experienced. It’s like Logan can feel himself pulling all the pain from you with his lips, eating your pain alive and swallowing it, never to be seen again.

He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know that you’re smiling more than you have in weeks. He can feel a new energy radiating off your body. Something is healing in you. 

You kiss until you’re both breathless, smiling and horny. Logan’s erection is pressing against your leg, and he can practically smell how wet you are.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” Logan says, heart beating fast from how turned on he is.

You pause for a second, grinning and almost too needy to think, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“How about I show you?” Logan lies you on your back, slowly pushing your oversized sleep shirt over your hips, and kissing down your body, down to your knees and over your shins.

“Is this okay? Tell me if you wanna stop.”

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, skin heating up where he touches you to gently pull your knees apart, “Never stop.”

Logan chuckles against your warm skin where he kisses you, from the side of your knee to your upper inner thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how long I've needed you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” It’s hard to talk, but you’re getting the words out somehow, “Could’ve been with you ages ago.”

“Didn’t want to intervene with anything. You needed your time to break up. And I know good things take time, and…” his words die in his throat when his lips move to your panties. They’re soaked with wetness, and Logan inhales you, something between a moan and a whimper leaving his mouth.

“God, baby…” he whispers, settling down between your legs and then lifting them up over his shoulders, “You have no idea how badly I need to eat your pussy right now. Can I?”

You nod, fighting the urge to rip your panties off yourself.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Logan.. yes, yes.” It’s the only word you can think of right now, with the heat of his mouth so close to your clothed pussy. He smirks at your words and nuzzles his cheek between your legs, leaving your clit throbbing and the spot on your panties growing larger.

You clench around nothing when Logan trails the tip of his tongue up and down your pussy over your panties, your legs squeezing around his head, hands finding his hair.

“You gonna be a good girl for me and stop squirming? I wanna take my time with you, baby.” 

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, unsure if you can stop. But then Logan slowly pulls your panties to the side and seems to forget about wanting to take his time himself.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby–” he interrupts his own words by burying his face between your legs, licking his way up from your pussy to the top of your clit and moaning as if it were the best meal he’s ever tasted.

You tighten your hand in his hair to pull him even closer and he obeys your silent command, burying his face in you more, his beard, lips and nose now wet with you. Logan licks into your pussy, tasting you like a man starved, one of his big hands coming up your body to place it over your tit.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles more to himself, finger playing with your nipple as his tongue plays with your clit. It’s been so long since you experienced this type of pleasure that you’re close already.

“Logan…” it comes out as a whimper, and he smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yes, princess?”

“Might not last long..” you say, and it takes everything in you not to push his head down.

“That’s the point, baby,” he smiles, and goes back down. He brings his hands between your legs to spread your pussy lips so that he can get even closer. You feel vulnerable spread open for him like this, but it’s a comfortable vulnerability. Your heart feels content. You know you can trust him. He won’t hurt you.

You’re so wet that you’re almost embarrassed by how loud it sounds when Logan eats your pussy. A pleasure you’ve been missing in your life for a while rushes through your body when Logan begins to suck on your clit, and your back arches off the bed.

You cum with Logan’s name a whisper on your lips, and he doesn’t stop until you’re seeing stars and pushing his head away. 

Logan sits up from between your legs with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking it clean right after.

“You okay?” He smiles, and you realise how hard you’re panting.

“Yeah. I almost forgot what that feels like,” you confess.

“What, cumming?”

You nod with a pout that Logan quickly kisses away, covering your body with his as he hovers over you.

“Trust me, bub, we’ll make you remember all of it. You up for more tonight?”

“Yes,” you reply embarrassingly fast. You’re not sure you could stop if you wanted to, your body pumped full with the happiness hormones you haven’t felt in all too long.

Logan holds himself up over you with one arm, pulling down his pants. You’d tease him about the wet spot of precum on them, but you’re far too horny to think of what to say.

“Good, because you taste so delicious, baby, you’re not getting rid of me between your legs any time soon,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you as you grin against him. You don’t want him to leave, ever.

His big hand finds your thigh, and he gently pushes a finger in, then two, kissing you and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you’re doing is arching your back for him to push deeper.

“You want it, baby?”

You look down Logan’s body, eyes settling on his hard and wanting cock, the tip glistening with precum, “Mhmm,” you nod frantically, “I want it.”

“Been a while though…” you add hesitantly.

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll be gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world, okay?” He leans his forehead against yours and a smile spreads over your face again.

“Okay.” You lean up to kiss him, both of you getting lost in the way your tongues feel against each other for a few moments.

“Here,” Logan rubs a few messy circles over your pussy, his palm getting slick with your wetness. He wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself a few times to coat himself in the feeling of you.

“I’m ready,” you tell Logan before he can ask.

“Good girl.”

Logan trails his thumb over your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss, and butterflies erupt in your belly.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he says, and all you can do is look back up at him lovingly.

“You want me to put it in?” he asks, teasingly slapping his cock against your clit a few times. Then, he suddenly pauses.

The warmth of him above you is gone, but he’s not far. He’s leaning over to his bedside table, turning your teddy bear away from you two.

“He doesn’t need to see this,” he says all seriously, and you giggle.

You help him take off your shirt, and you’re bare underneath, and as good as it feels to have Logan distracted by how good your boobs look for a bit, you need him somewhere else.

“Logan?” you ask, and he looks back up at you, a nipple still in his mouth.

“Yes?” he licks a broad stripe over your nipple as he says it, and it comes out muffled.

“Kind of need you somewhere else.”

“Oh, do you, princess?” Logan hovers over you again, leaning on one forearm as his other hand rests on your tit, and he’s smirking down at you, “Where would that be?”

You grin widely, biting your lip as you carefully take his hand off you, and bring it between your legs. You don’t even have to guide him all the way to your pussy before his hand is gone from yours and he’s cupping your wet, warm pussy.

“Here, baby?” he brings two fingers up to his mouth to suck your wetness off them, and you nod as if in a trance.

“Okay, bub, you sure?”

“Yesss, Logan,” you let out a pathetic groan of frustration, your chest vibrating with the sound.

He smirks, bringing his hand, still slick with his spit, to your cheeks and squishing them together, “You’re so adorable when you’re horny, you know that, princess?” You bat his hand away at his teasing, but your grin might be even bigger than his.

Logan finally lifts one of your legs and pushes it up against your chest, rubbing a few lazy circles on your clit before he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. He’s doing it to tease you, but you see him lose his own composure, expression turning into a frown of neediness.

You share another quick but sloppy kiss during which you take Logan’s cock and rub it against your pussy. He only pulls away from the kiss to finally put the tip inside you.

“God,” he groans at just the first few inches, and you both calm yourself down to make sure this isn’t over immediately.

“I can take it,” you say, wrapping your arms around Logan’s neck.

“You’re my good girl, hm? Gonna take my cock? You sure?”

“Yes, Logan. Need all of it, please.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Logan slides his cock inside you, inch by inch, and you both moan when he bottoms out. 

“You feel good?” He asks, and all you can do is nod. You groan, only at the fact that he’s not moving yet.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he smiles, slowly starting to move, beginning to fuck you. And he was right, he’s fucking you well. Better than anything you’ve ever felt.

He pulls out almost entirely for the first few thrusts, then stuffing you full of his big cock again, your wet pussy pulsing around him, sucking him back in. Your heart beats happily against your chest and he can feel it too; he’s slotted against your body as closely as he can be.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. You still okay, princess?”

You grin and take his face to kiss him, his hips stilling just as he’s buried inside you as deeply as possible. You make out with him for a few seconds, pussy spasming around his uncontrollably, and you feel Logan squirm and pull out of you a bit because he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“That’s how good I feel,” you smile up at him.

Logan grins, burying his face in your neck to kiss you there as his hips begin to move again. He kisses over your jaw and your cheeks as a hand comes down to rub your clit. Together with his dick inside you, pulsing with warmth and pleasure, you suddenly feel all the energy of your body flowing between your thighs again.

You whimper against Logan’s face, your cheek catching against his.

“You close, baby?”

“Mhhm,” is the only sound you can muster as you cling to Logan, letting him fuck your pussy and play with your clit until you’re almost there.

“Such a good girl for me. Want you to cum for me, alright, princess? Gonna feel so fucking good, yeah?”

Your response is a whimper against his lips as you let go, and pleasure floods your body. Your pussy clenches around Logan’s dick, and while he’s still rubbing your clit, fucking you through your orgasm, he cums.

Logan cums so much you’re not sure where your orgasm ends and his begins, but you know you don’t stop feeling good until he’s drained until the last drop and your pussy is stuffed full with his cum.

You both slow down bit by bit, breathless and grinning at each other, not letting go. When Logan brings his hand back up between your faces, it’s slick with your wetness and covered in his cum, and you take his wrist to guide him towards your face.

You look Logan in the eyes as you suck his and your cum off his fingers, one by one, and Logan kisses you the second you’re done.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms when he lies down.

“Thank you,” you respond shyly, unsure what to say. You’re too happy to pay attention to your words.

“I’m always here for you, baby. You know that. And as soon as you’re ready to move on, I’ll take you on the best date of your life, okay?”

You grin, kissing his lips, “Okay. And until then?”

“Until then I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours every evening, and you can sleep in my bed whenever you don’t feel like being alone. Sound good?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling against his chest, your heart warm and happy as you feel yourself getting tired, “Sounds good.”

P.S. thank you for reading <3 reblog and let me know what you liked most about this fic for Logan to come and eat your pussy out every night <3

[solxamber]

Going to get my driver's licence and now I'm curious. How bad do you think the twst characters would be behind a car?? Cause idk if they have cars in that world or some magic equivalent, but I'm 90% sure almost none of them now how. Like imagine Lillia behind the wheel. He would either crash the car or get you yo your destination with mild injuries. And I KNOW leona sucks at driving that sonnova gun probs doesn't even have his permit.

good luck soldier, hope you pass first try 🫡

leona is canonically good at driving! his liongarb vignette part 2 has him driving everyone and they say it's a surprisingly smooth ride, he's had his license since before he enrolled in nrc!

ooo let's see (these are my hcs)

How I think the twst boys drive:

Riddle

“If you don’t use your blinker, you deserve a revoked license and public humiliation.”

has a laminated printout of the dmv manual in his glove compartment. refers to it. frequently.

stress-mumbles the rules of the road like it’s a ritual to keep the car from crashing

WILL tailgate someone going under the speed limit while also ranting about how dangerous tailgating is

6/10 driving skills. you’ll get there. your spine might not survive the journey, but you’ll get there.

Trey

drives like a dad and acts like one too. snacks in the glovebox. tunes to an “easy listening” radio station no one asked for

makes full eye contact with you while backing into a parking space like it’s nothing. terrifying.

won’t yell at other drivers but will mutter very passive-aggressive things like “oh, nice turn signal, champ”

actually a good driver, but if you’re in a rush he suddenly forgets where the gas pedal is

9/10. safe, boring, you will arrive calmly unless you say something that triggers “dad lecture mode”

Cater

treats every red light like a selfie opportunity. traffic jam? story time.

“oops lol i forgot i was driving”—said as he casually swerves back into the lane with one hand and no shame

will absolutely blast hyperpop or sad girl music at full volume and sing along

uses gps and still misses every turn. rerouting? he’s rerouting his soul

4/10. looks good while driving but he’s taking you straight to the afterlife

Ace

somehow thinks he’s in mario kart. will try to drift. is bad at drifting.

screams “WE’RE FINEEEE” after hitting the curb for the third time

brakes too late, accelerates too fast, thinks honking is just “assertive communication”

if there’s a speed bump he’s treating it like a ramp. bonus points if he makes you hit your head on the ceiling

2/10. he’s the reason riddle has ulcers. do NOT get in the car if you value your life or bones.

Deuce

follows every rule with military precision. 10 and 2. full stops. checks mirrors like he’s solving a crime

“Yes ma’am, no ma’am, I mean—uh, officer! No officer! I wasn’t speeding I swear—” (he wasn’t. he was 5 under.)

will cry if you scream while he’s merging. please don’t scare the boy.

starts off driving like your grandma, then randomly hits you with a tokyo drift moment and doesn’t explain

7/10. either safest driver alive or full menace. depends on how much sleep he got.

Leona

the infuriatingly competent kind of driver who looks like he’s not paying attention, but then parallel parks in one smooth move without even checking the mirrors

arm out the window, seat leaned back, one hand on the wheel, vibes immaculate

doesn’t drive fast, but drives scarily efficient. like you blink and you’re at the destination

will not turn down the music. you are listening to the same remix loop for 45 minutes and you WILL like it.

9/10 driver. good under pressure, hates driving in the rain, will refuse to pick you up unless you bribe him with snacks or flattery.

Ruggie

terrifyingly resourceful behind the wheel. the kind of guy who’ll be like “oh yeah there’s a shortcut” and you end up on a goat trail with no guardrails

speed demon. not by choice. he just doesn’t believe in arriving late. or braking.

eats while driving. talks while driving. does parkour with the car while driving. you pray while riding.

every time he drives you somewhere, you owe him one. including emotional damage fees.

5/10. you will survive. but spiritually? you left your body three potholes ago.

Jack

rule follower. actual golden retriever on the road. if you litter out the window he will make a U-turn to go back and make you pick it up

will not speed, will not honk unless someone is literally on fire, will not change the radio station unless everyone agrees

but if someone cuts him off? feral instincts engaged.

quietly competitive. if someone passes him, he WILL accelerate. you may hear growling. don’t question it.

8.5/10. safe, solid, dependable. would drive you home from a party and make sure you drank water first.

Azul

thinks driving is a power move. like. he paid extra for that quiet engine start just to flex

fully uses driving time to monologue about business deals, plans, or subtle threats. you’re not sure if you’re carpooling or in a hostage negotiation

signals three miles ahead. checks mirrors like he’s being tailed by the fbi. he might be

very good at navigating. if gps reroutes, he reroutes it back. he wins against the algorithm.

9/10, but unnerving. you’re safe, but at what cost.

Jade

why does he have a license. who allowed this.

drives like he’s setting up a prank for someone ten miles ahead

never speeds, but takes the creepiest, emptiest backroads imaginable. says it’s “more scenic”

always smiling while driving. concerningly calm if something explodes. probably listening to classical music or nature documentaries

6/10. legally fine. emotionally? you’re not coming back the same.

Floyd

no one is shocked he passed the test. everyone is shocked he was legally allowed to take it

drives according to mood. if he’s bored, the car drifts. if he’s happy, he’s swerving in rhythm to the beat. if he’s angry? start writing your will.

makes driving sounds while driving. “vroom vroom~ screeeee~” for no reason

WILL throw fries at other cars. WILL try to high-five a biker at a stoplight. WILL unbuckle his seatbelt to “stretch” mid-drive

3/10. you either have the best day of your life or a near-death experience. possibly both.

Kalim

loudest driver alive. music blaring, windows down, shouting "WHEEEE~!" every time he accelerates

constantly turns around to talk to people in the backseat. like fully turns around. while driving.

forgets he’s not in a flying carpet. every stop sign is an opportunity to launch forward like it’s a joyride

someone told him roundabouts are fun so he goes around twice. just for the vibes.

4/10. he loves driving. driving does not love him back. you’re clutching the oh-shit handle the whole time.

Jamil

the only reason scarabia hasn’t been sued for vehicular crimes

drives like a tired single parent with 4 kids in the back screaming about McDonald's

SPEEDS when no one’s watching. you blink, he’s five miles ahead. shadow clone jutsu behind the wheel.

has memorized every traffic light timer in the city. never hits red. it’s… weird.

9/10. efficient, smooth, and will absolutely sigh dramatically the whole time you’re in the car.

Vil

drives a clean car. spotless. smells like luxury perfume and judgment

interior is curated. no trash. no crumbs. one water bottle and it’s aesthetically pleasing.

signals aggressively. like he flips that blinker with intent

will slow down to give you a Look if you’re in the wrong outfit to be seen with him

8/10. elegant and competent, but if you scuff his interior with your shoes, you’re walking.

Rook

who gave him a license. seriously. who looked at this man and went “yes. let him command a machine.”

sings full operas while driving. makes direct eye contact through the rearview mirror. unsettling.

has taken you on backroads even you didn’t know existed. somehow it was scenic.

talks like he’s narrating a wildlife documentary about the local traffic patterns

???/10. is he a good driver? no one knows. he’s just... driving.

Epel

lives for off-roading. doesn’t matter if he’s in a prius, he’s driving that baby like it’s a monster truck

drives like a 90-year-old when vil’s in the car. drives like he’s in a nascar trial when vil’s not

says “it’s fine, I’ve done this before” and proceeds to take a left turn at 70 mph

threatens to do donuts in the parking lot and then does them.

5/10. he’s trying his best. unfortunately, his best involves sick tricks and zero concern for tire life.

Idia

doesn’t.

has a license “for legal reasons,” but he treats driving like going outside is the final boss battle

owns a tricked-out car he never drives. it has led lights, anime decals, and a built-in gaming console. he uses it as a portable man cave

the one (1) time he did drive, he wore fingerless gloves, anime osts were blasting, and he whispered “initial D style” before forgetting which pedal was the brake

2/10. technically can drive. emotionally should not. you’re safer ubering with floyd.

Ortho

doesn't technically need a license but downloaded the entire dmv handbook into his memory for fun

his “car” is less “vehicle” and more “sentient ai-controlled hovercraft with wifi and snacks”

offers in-flight entertainment. like you’re not even on a plane. he just projects movies on the dashboard

drives at optimal efficiency.

11/10. the future of driving. terrifying and amazing. please stop letting him hack traffic lights though.

Malleus

he has a license. he studied for it. memorized the entire rulebook. aced the written.

the problem is: he drives like he's never seen another car before

goes 25 in a 60 because “it is the safest way to protect my precious cargo” (YOU)

stares at traffic lights like they personally offended him

car is some luxury vintage thing that makes no sense. you have to open the door with a key made of bone or something

3/10. you are deeply loved. and deeply late.

Lilia

drives like he’s lived through every era of vehicular invention. he owned a horse-drawn carriage and a tank

owns a beat-up, pink minivan with a custom wrap and dice in the mirror

speeds. aggressively. will swerve into the drive-thru and order fifty mcnuggets “for the road”

talks with both hands while driving. both. hands.

4/10. unpredictable. fun. chaos incarnate. your insurance company hates him.

Silver

good driver. responsible driver.

...except for the part where he falls asleep at stop signs

you’ll be halfway through a deep conversation and he’ll just nod off with his foot on the brake

car is clean, smells like lavender, and has one (1) emergency granola bar in every compartment

very gentle driver. almost too gentle. like “you didn’t feel the turn because he was spiritually aligned with the wheel” kind of gentle

6.5/10. smooth ride, but someone needs to keep him awake with snacks and playlist bangers.

Sebek

shouldn’t be allowed behind the wheel.

drives like he’s been assigned to escort the royal heir through enemy territory

yells at everyone on the road. pedestrians, squirrels, YOU—no one is safe from his critiques of your seatbelt position

insists on narrating everything. “SIGNALING LEFT. NOW SWITCHING LANES. REMAIN ALERT!”

the gps is set to his own voice. and you can’t turn it off

2/10. the only thing louder than the engine is his righteous fury.

Grim

that’s a cat.

(he tries to drive. he sits on the wheel. honks the horn with his butt. chews the seatbelt. it's a warzone in there.)

this was so fun to do lmao

[elysianstarfall]

falling asleep on his shoulder (w/ sakura haruka)

summary: you've been super tired for the past few days... tired enough to accidentally pass out on your boyfriend's shoulder. oops!

sakura notices something's strange when your words start blending together and your speech slows considerably.

"'n' then... then... i was like..." you slowly blink as your eyes fall to the ground in front of you. your brain feels like it's fighting to keep working, and it's losing, bad. "...i forgot."

you asked sakura to meet you in the park, where you're now sharing a bench, because you were having trouble sleeping, but now you feel exhaustion slowly start to creep in. it's been rough for the past few days, with schoolwork and everything else you have to deal with making it difficult to get enough shut-eye to continue functioning.

sakura shrugs, muttering a "s'okay. whatever." he's not fooling anyone, though, with the way he was hanging onto every one of your words like they were the threads keeping him together. he hasn't realized it yet, but it's a typical thing he does—giving you his full attention the second you open your mouth, acting like everyone else in the world has disappeared, looking at you like he's never seen a being so incredible. it usually flusters you, which you consider payback for making him blush every time you so much as slightly brush against his fingers, but right now, your mind can focus on nothing but trying to stay awake.

and... it's failed at that, too.

"h-hey, not funny!"

your shoulders slump as your body lurches forward and you almost fall off the bench, but sakura grabs your waist just in time. as your eyes fly open, you're met with the sight of your boyfriend's signature scarlet cheeks and avoidant mismatched eyes.

sakura immediately lets go of you as excuses start pouring out of his mouth. "ugh, i wasn't trying to—to hold you there, i just didn't want you to fall on your face, obviously! s-stop looking at me like that... no joke, i'll—i'll beat you up..."

unfazed, you manage a sleepy nod and a quiet "thanks," before you slip back into unconsciousness, though this time you land on sakura's shoulder. he stiffens, considering pushing you off, but your peaceful (and okay, kind of cute) face immediately shuts that thought down.

"you... you're so annoying," sakura whispers, a vibrant pink dusting the tips of his ears. "i'm only letting you do this 'cause it's the safest way, okay?" naturally, his words are moreso directed at himself, a feeble attempt to justify allowing such a thing to happen. at the very least, no one's around, so he's spared the embarrassment of his worst enemy, pda. it's not that sakura minds you touching him—he can get so clingy when you're alone, but other people seeing his softer side sends him into a total panic.

right now, in truth, he'd have it no other way. sakura's listened to you talk about the steadily decreasing amount of sleep you've been getting, and if it takes coming to see you every night at such an hour to get you some rest, sakura would gladly start living in the park if he could.

there's just one burning problem.

sakura's face is totally on fire. his blushing habit is already very noticeable, but right now, he can feel heat radiating off of him. this might be even worse than when you kissed him for the first time. maybe it's the proximity, the intimacy of the moment, exacerbated by the way you mumble his name—wait, you're mumbling his name in your sleep?

it might be nighttime, but a certain boy's face might as well be a second sun.

[mamawasatesttube]

man... "time machine" by autoheart has me pondering the agonies. like fuck rebirth not doing that, but. a situation in which via magic or something, everyone [temporarily] forgets kon rebirth style. and he has to deal with that. and oops! what's that? oh it's just his suicidal tendencies coming back in FULL force, haha.

like its devastating enough when his friends don't remember him. but john henry? ma kent? clark?

what's he supposed to do with himself now? he has nothing and no one. he knows what he was made for, though. he wants to die a hero. he wants to die a hero. it won't hurt anyone this time because they forgot they love him. why is he here? he's a hero. he wants to die a hero. except heroes are remembered even after they die. what are you when no one remembers you, other than "dead twice over"? and you keep thinking of how unfair it is that the first time you died it hurt everyone you love. and now they forgot you so you may as well be dead. you kind of wish you stayed dead.

so he's not exactly taking it well. and of course ma and clark take it in stride when he shows up at the farm in distress. maybe it's a case of inadvertent dimension travel or something, clark muses, stroking his chin. and kon looks at the notch on the leg of the sofa that krypto accidentally scratched while wrestling on the floor with kon three months ago and says, haha yeah. maybe.

BUT! this time all the discrepancies and all the little things that don't add up? they're the point. kon gets to go to centennial park and point at his statue next to clark and say look. look, i'm real. i lived. you loved me. i died. i'm real. i'm real. i'm real.

and i think clark gets really quiet at that point. and then he's devastated. and furious. because he has a little brother/son/cousin/Little Guy. and someone robbed him of all of his memories of him. he has so few kryptonian family members and someone took one of them from him in the most raw, horrific way possible. they took his little guy from him so thoroughly he isn't even grieving. and isn't that in itself a horror? that there's no grief where he knows grief should be?

and i think kon here just kind of sticks Hard to clark's side at this point. if anyone remembered him or the people he loved, they'd find it odd and notable how conspicuously he's avoiding tim, bart, and cassie. unfortunately, no one knows him anymore, so no one notices. but kon just can't face the complete lack of warmth in their faces when they look at him. and it feels like far too much to explain "sorry, you don't know me, but you're supposed to love me. i love you and it's tearing me apart." so he just needs as much space as he can get.

(there's definitely a subplot of tim's nosy ass going "hey bruce, who was that guy with superman and steel at the jla meeting? what was that about? he looked a lot like superman huh?? hey bruce what's up with that guy? hey bruce what's going on--" and bruce, a paranoid asshole on the best of days, just going "i don't trust him." but tim is a nosy little ferret who will not be deterred and quite possibly pulls bart and cassie in on trying to investigate the guy who looks like superman but isn't superman.)

(however, for some reason, the guy who looks like superman but isn't superman seems to want absolutely nothing to do with the three of them. isn't that weird??)

anyways it has to have a happy ending where the curse is lifted or whatever and everyone gets their memories back and kon gets to have an incredibly cathartic breakdown into ma's lap. but probably not before he nearly gets himself killed at least 4 times first. oops!

[senbbonzakura]

Hello Dear! I wanted to make a request for main 4 (from South park obvs) where their S/O meets their family's for the first time if that's okey (you can ignore Cartman if you'r not comfortable with writing for him its okey, I get it LMAO) <333

Also I recommend you do the list of things and characters you will and won't do as fast as possible!

Sorry for possible grammer or spelling errors, English is not my first lenguage :))

sure sweetheart!! ill try to do the list as fast as i can, thank you <3 also i get the grammar, english isnt my first language either, everyone starts somewhere and its okay :) also i made the reader female and no cartman, i hope thats okay!

⋆ F!READER MEETING MAIN 3'S FAMILIES FOR THE FIRST TIME :

✩ — STAN !

at first i feel like it was supposed to be just his mom you would meet

stan does NOT want you to meet his dad.

what if you think stan turns out like him? he doesnt want u to leave him bc of that :(

so he picked a day his dad wouldnt be home on purpose

turns out he actually was home so u met both his parents..

sharon loved you! she thought youre so kind and a perfect partner for her son😭

you didnt talk really much with randy bc stan tried to keep you away from him. i guess randy was just glad that stan isnt "funny"

shelly was actually excited to have another teen girl under the roof

she says youre "meh" but enjoyed meeting you

✩ — KYLE !

my boy was nevrous bc i feel like sheila has some high expectations

higher than kyle..

even tho its his partner😭

she just wants her son not to end up in drugs or smth

when she meets you shes actually obsessed with you!

buttttt, she still keeps an eye on you

just mothers instinct, but she still likes you!

i guess gerald just went with whatever sheila said, but he thinks youre nice

they definitely want you to come over more

i almost forgot that ike also exists

ike is that type of kid to disturb you two every second no matter what youre doing

he just wants that attention from teenagers

imagine how cool he feels hanging out with 2 teens?!?!!!?!!

✩ — KENNY !

his parents made some "drunk" talk with you😭

"life's good? yeah?"

no but fr now

kenny tried to get his parents to stay sober for the day you would meet them

but oops they forgot and drank a little

just enough to still luckily remember that they met you

although you didnt talk much with them bc kenny dragged u to his room

and guess what

U MET KAREN

omg dude. karen is so in love with you fr

atp kenny is jealous

its basically the same thing with karen and with ike.

the only different thing is that kyle probably tells ike to go away or sum while kenny actually agrees for karen to stay

he sees how much joy you bring her!!

if karen is happy then kenny is happy too <3

gimme more requests ygssss

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day One (3PO) 3 of 3

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Lara: Thank you, thank you! Just wait for my next comeback! *laughs*

Abigail: *shocked* Wha-HOW?! Is this real life?

Lara: Whether it’s luck or talent, I really put a lot of effort into it! As did you Abby

Abigail: I just wish I was in a better mood today

Lara: I'm sorry. We only get one date this round so I hope you feel better by your turn

Abigail: Maybe I'll grab a snack

Lara decided she wanted to go to the beach for her solo date.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Lara: Just being here already makes me feel super lucky, honestly! *laughs*

Deanna: Such a compliment *winks* What's the luckiest or unluckiest thing that has ever happened to you?

Lara: If I had to pick a memorable moment, it would be the time I accidentally set one of the DJ equipment pieces on fire. I was still pretty new at it, and a friend had kindly given me the chance to play at one of his shows. But after the DJ booth caught fire, the party turned into complete chaos. Luckily, it was an open-air venue and no one got hurt�� so in the end, I guess I was lucky after all, right?

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Lara: I like to believe that we’re truly free to choose what we want to do, when, and how we want to do it

Deanna: Can I ask what makes you believe that?

Lara: The idea of a pre-written destiny for my life feels a bit limiting. It’s a romantic notion, sure, but I’d rather choose who I’m going to love than live in the uncertainty of whether someone out there is the one

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Lara: Hmm... definitely San My. I love the big city vibe! The lights, the busy routine, the parties… But Tomarang is really charming too, and I’ve heard the night market is a major highlight. So I think I’d choose to live there as well! Oops, I picked two worlds *laughs*. I’m a bit indecisive... there are just so many fun and amazing places to live!

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family

Lara: I wouldn’t mind living in Tartosa or somewhere nearby. After all, we can always travel to other places for vacation, right?

Deanna: I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Lara: Respecting that you don't like to travel much,I’m okay with that too. Traveling occasionally for vacations is normal and even healthy, but even I couldn’t handle traveling all the time. To give you an idea, I don’t go to concerts that are far from where I live; the ones nearby are a whole different story! *laughs*

Abby has picked the park for her date this round.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Abby: *smiles awkwardly* Well... let's just say if luck favors the bold, then I'm 100% unlucky.

Deanna: What's the unluckiest thing that has ever happened to you then?

Abby: I once tried to prank my sister by putting hair dye in the shampoo bottle, but then I forgot about it, and went to take a shower that night... Let's just say cheese yellow is not my color.

Deanna: *laughing* Oh no! Cheese yellow is the worst

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Abby: I don't believe in destiny, not the mercy of some Watcher

Deanna: Can I ask what makes you believe that?

Abby: Not because I don't think is impossible, but because the thought of someone else having control over my own life freaks me out. So yeah, I prefer to believe we create our own destiny.

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Abby: Nordhaven, for sure, it has such a cool vibe without being too much like a big city. But honestly, any Simrope world would be fine by me.

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable though

Abby: I get it. I too like being close to my sister, and even my friends. The idea of being constantly on the move isn't appealing to me either. So I think finding a place that we both feel good about, and puts us on equal grounds is key here.

With the dates concluded it's skill time back at the villa. The contestants get four hours today to focus on a skill of their choice. Kennedy and Lara both choose to work on their charisma. Hedging her bets Abby chooses to study fitness. Getting more specific Kay, Callie and Jerrica all pick studying rock climbing.

While Deanna is prepping food for everyone I catch up with her about the dates.

Devin: Last round you had to wait and wait for a date with Lara. You get it first this time

Deanna: *smiling* it was nice to spend time with her and Abby. Abby in particular impressed me

Devin: Oh?

Deanna: I know she woke up sad and she was a bit gloomy on the date BUT she pushed through it. She was chatting and flirting despite her mood which felt nice

Devin: Any sentiments?

Deanna: *sad sigh* Not this time. I mean friendship and romance increased but they weren't gold level dates

Deanna fixed everyone dinner. At this point autonomy is set to full again. Deanna will not start conversations, it's up to contestants. Deanna is locked out of all bedrooms but the rest will have access to beds for sleeping and computer distractions.

The group is so quiet I check twice that I did in fact toggle on full autonomy. No one talks to anyone while they eat… maybe they've run out of goodwill for the day?

Deanna: I just want to say, I know you didn't technically win but I loved your song

Kennedy: Shucks

Deanna: I'm sure one of the challenges will go your way

Kennedy: *blushes* Thanks

Abby: *gets even sadder*

Lara: *decides to comfort eat extra fruit salad*

Kennedy goes to bed early, followed soon by Callie. After doing the dishes Jerrica goes to play on a computer, so does Kay. I guess they all really didn't want to talk. Abby talks! To herself… in the mirror… to cheer herself up so she's excused from the odd behaviour.

Lara: De, can we talk

Deanna: Sure. What's up?

Lara: I'm just feeling bad about our date. I know it didn't go as well as it could have

Deanna: Everyone has off days. And hey we still got closer

Lara: We did! But umm... I wondered if I could try out another song?

Lara serenades Deanna who swoons. Maybe they didn't have a mindblowing date but let's not forget Lara has a solid lead at this point. Although with her solo date for the round done other contestants have room to shine.

Beach venue found on the gallery by Chellsdi Park venue by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants Villa renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

○ Thanos searching for you ○

A/N: I forgot about this one- it was chilling in my drafts since january, oops.

I'M SORRY, BOY! 😭

Characters: Thanos aka. Choi Su-Bong aka. #230

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: May contain details from Squid Game season 2- if you haven't watched yet, this writing can contain slight spoilers!

We all know that Thanos likes to flirt with every pretty girl that crosses his way and so does he when he meets you for the first time.

Far before he notices you, you noticed him. You saw him on the display when some people get introduced by the pink soldiers - more like when they exposed some of the others - but different from most, you didn't judge him for his past or for what he was going through.

Because you are more of an introvert, calm and quiet expect to him, it took a while but he finally found you shortly after the "Six-Legged Pentathlon" where you caught his attention by accident.

Damn girl, he was focused on you, hoping you will make it out alive, 'cause bro, he NEEDS to talk to you at least once here before it's too late.

He was even cheering for you when you played your game so easily, Nam-Gyu (better known as player 124) was both surprised and shocked by his behavior, ngl.

Nam-Gyu: "Did you become more like a ... simp for a girl now?" Thanos: "Get yourself a pill and shut up you little Junkie, I'm enjoying the sunshine." Nam-Gyu: "What sunshine?"

It's really sad you're done before him, actually. He would like to impress you with his skills in Gong-gi ...

Anyways, back in the common room, you are the first one he is seriously looking for.

Funny to say he is even asking other players if they have seen you somewhere.

Se-Mi: "Would be easier when you tell them their actual name and not some ... flirty nicknames." Thanos: "Jokes on you, I don't know their name either." Min-su: "Then... try describing them ..." Thanos: "That's my boy, Min-Su!"

He isn't giving up so fast, but that's okay you think.

Especially because you realised at some point with your friends that he was apparently looking for none other than you.

Kim Jun-hee:"You hiding from him?" Kang Dae-ho: "Nah, she isn't." y/n: "Just wanna see him asking and searching around a litte longer."

It's unknown how much time has passed until he finally finds you, sitting on one of the stairs, looking straight in his direction when someone finally points at you.

You can't hold it any longer and burst into laughter- just like Kang Dae-ho and Park Jung-bae, while player number 001 and 456 are just smiling in amusement.

[brokenengene]

rip my heart out {chapter three}

pairing: park jay x f reader. jake sim x f reader, yang jungwon x f reader

genre: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn romance, found family, action, dystopian

content warnings: intense themes, cursing/profanity, violence, weapon usage, dark themes, brief mention of past abuse, love triangles, angst, blood, injuries, death, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive content, smut in later chapters

chapter specific warning: lots of making out (oops), implied virginity loss (fade to black)

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word count: 4.2k

soundtrack: if it's not with you - maggie lindemann

'Sparks'

October: One month before the outbreak

The school bell rings, and you clutch your backpack. Walking towards your next class period. You let out a sigh of dread. You don’t just hate biology. You’re not good at it either. For some reason, science just isn’t your strong suit. The staggering 'D' looks out of place on a report card filled with 'A's. 

“Alright, for our next unit, you’ll need to get into pairs. This course includes a lot of lab work, so choose wisely.” The teacher announces.

Perfect. Just what you want to hear. You sit nervously as the rest of the class giggles and gets into pairs. Ever since freshman year, you’ve always kind of been the odd one out. By this point, you’ve gotten used to it.

You fidget with your thumbs in your lap, and the sound of chatter from the classroom surrounds you. You’re snapped out of your trance by the sound of the door opening. A boy with large glasses and messy dark hair stumbles into the classroom. His arms are full of books. 

“Sorry, I’m late, Mrs.Dean. I won’t let it happen again!” He says as he takes the only open seat in the front, right next to you. You glance over at him, observing his frantic state. 

“Perfect timing! We have one student who is still looking for a partner. You’ll be working together for the rest of the unit.” Mrs. Dean says with a firm tone, leaving room for arguments as she gestures towards you.

 Embarrassed, you put your head on the desk. Hiding your face, wanting nothing more than for the day to come to an end. 

He looks at you with a soft smile. “Hey, guess we’re partners now? Are you excited about the new unit? I’ve been dying to get to this class. Cells, mutations, it’s all so fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Fascinating if it makes sense..I can’t even figure out the Punnett squares.” You say, pulling your face out of your elbows, looking up at your new partner with a weak laugh. 

“Oh yeah! Aren't you the girl who set off the fire alarm freshman year with your chemistry project?” He asks curiously.

“God, don’t remind me..” You say with a low groan as you open up your textbook, flipping to the correct unit page.

“Sorry, didn't mean to hit a nerve, Sparky..” He says innocently. Almost like he didn't realize the nickname made you hurt. If it were any of the popular kids calling you that name, you'd hate it. When it comes out of his mouth, it makes you feel completely different.

“Ah, Sparky, almost forgot about that,” you say with a soft, painful chuckle. You look him in the eyes, noticing his messy dark hair and large-framed glasses as he smiles back. “What's your-”

“Just call me Kent. Everyone does. You know, Glasses? Superman?” He swiftly interrupts you. Gesturing to his appearance. You have to admit, you do see it.

“Kent?” You ask, your expression softening as you feel his name fall from your lips.

“Yeah, it started back in middle school. The other kids were making fun of me, and it just kind of stuck.” He says with a weak laugh. 

You both diligently focus on your work until the bells ring. Mrs. Dean dismisses the class right on time. 

You let out a sigh of relief. Slamming your textbook shut and stuffing it into your backpack. You swing the bag over your shoulder as you start to walk down the crowded halls.

“Hey Sparks?” your new partner calls out as you shift through the crowded hallway. You stop in your tracks, turning to look at Kent pushing through the crowd.

He weaves in and out of the crowd until he finally reaches your side. You both step out of the way and lean against the lockers. He hands you a piece of paper with his phone number and real name scribbled on it with messy handwriting. 

You look up into his eyes, noticing just how big, round, and wide they are. Almost like you could see galaxies swimming behind the large frames of glass. 

“If you ever get stuck with the homework, don't hesitate to give me a call.”

You take the paper, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. At the generous nature of his offer.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You say, your voice laced with affection. 

No one at school has ever looked at you that way. After years of being the weird, quiet girl who sometimes tries a little too hard, for the first time, you feel seen.

“See ya around Sparks.” He says his cheeks are flushing as he holds his textbooks closer to his chest. He turns to weave through the crowded halls, fighting to make sure he isn't late to two classes in one day.

November: 3 weeks before the outbreak:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the time is now 8:45, the library will be closing in just fifteen minutes, please make your final selections and don't hesitate to ask a librarian for assistance. Thank You! And have a good night.”

Tears swell in your eyes as you look at your laptop. Textbooks and notes are spread over the computer desk. Your eyes are tired from exhaustion and lack of sleep.

Your midterm final for biology is coming up, and you're trying so hard to prepare. You’ve tried everything, flash cards, computer games, anything to help you pass. 

Over the past few weeks of helping, you and Kent have become closer. Friends even. The good morning texts, the study sessions, the late-night calls. You can't help but find yourself wanting to see him more, wanting to know him more. There's a tension between you that both of you keep denying out of nerves. 

“Hey Sparks, let's just go ahead and call it quits for tonight. I don't want you burning out before midterms.” Kent says as he softly pats your back in an attempt to provide comfort.

The lights dim.

“Why do I feel like such an idiot…I don't know why you even try to help me. At this point, it's a lost cause.” You say, sniffling from the tears, as you turn to pack your textbook and laptop back into your bag.

“Sparks.. don't say things like that.” He says firmly, grabbing your wrist to stop you from violently shoving your laptop into your backpack in frustration. You pause, breath hitching at his touch. Your eyes drop down to his hand wrapped around your wrist before he softly laces his fingers with yours under the desk.

“You're not a lost cause, ok? I can’t stand to hear you talk about yourself like that.” He says his voice is a soft, shaky whisper. He reaches up with his free hand to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

His heart races as he pulls you closer, his breath hitching at the proximity. The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk of disbelief. He's so close to you right now, his eyes flick down to look at your lips. A gentle gasp for air escapes his lips before he subtly licks his own. 

“You're the only person who doesn't treat me like I'm a walking study guide,” He says, chuckling softly with the self-deprecating comment. He's still so close. His hand slides to cup your face. Gently brushing against your hair, around your ear.

“You are so intelligent, Sparks, I don't care if no one else can see it because I certainly can. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

He whispers against your lips. Your heart stops. There's only a few breaths of space between you two.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you, Sparks..”

He whispers, his voice barely audible at how soft and delicate it is. You squeeze his hand tightly as you take a deep breath, subtly giving him consent.

“Is that a yes?” He asks softly against your lips. Knowing this could change everything between you for better or for worse.

“It's a yes.."

He leans in, nervously capturing your lips with his own. You're breathless as he parts your soft lips with your own. You squeeze his hand tighter. Without words still telling him, you want this.

You start to get comfortable with the feeling. Warmth fills your chest as you taste the lingering peppermint from your shared latte. Your lips part with a soft gasp. He seizes the opportunity to taste you even more. 

He captures your lips again, harder, with a little bit of added suction. Only to release them, but not for long. His hand releases yours as it slides to grip your waist. He tits his head slightly, quickly diving in to taste more of you.

The cool material of his glasses presses against your cheek as he kisses you. 

“God, Sparks..” He whimpers breathlessly against your lips. The library is so quiet, you can hear the racing beat of his heart. His cheeks flushed a soft pink with arousal.

He looks into your eyes, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of your breath combined. He leans in to kiss you again, laughing nervously as his glasses knock against your nose.

“Shit, sorry..” He whispers. His glasses crooked on his nose and fogging up again as your lips softly drag against his own shamelessly. You gently tug at his bottom lip before letting it go. 

You reach up, gently cupping his face before locking eyes with him. You hesitate before grabbing the edge of his glasses, slowly sliding them off his face, and gently laying them on the computer desk. 

“Sparks, keep kissing me.” He whimpers as you lean back in, claiming his lips with your own. His lips part in invitation, and you gladly accept. Softly letting your tongue meet his with a breathless moan.

“God, I'm so into you-” He whimpers as he starts to fall apart right in the middle of the cold, dark library.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the time is now 8:55, the library will be closing in just five minutes, please make your final selections and don't hesitate to ask a librarian for assistance. Thank You! And have a good night.”

You slow the kiss to a stop, breaking away nervously as you hear the announcement on the intercom. Your lips glistening and swollen as you look down at him. “I guess we should probably get going.”

You swiftly pack your things. The tension thickens between you as you exit the library. You cross your arms around your chest at the cold wind. You can see your breath in the air as you struggle to steady your still-racing heart. 

You walk by Kent's side as flurries of snow start to fall. The snow quickly picks up, sticking to your hair and clothes. The white flurries stick to the top of his dark hair like powdered sugar.

You continue to tread through the snow, and it only starts to fall quicker and quicker. The Christmas lights tied around the light poles are covered in a thin sheet of ice. You watch nervously as cars slip and slide on the now icy road. You reach a few more blocks until you turn onto the driveway of Kent's house. The neighborhood looks like a scene out of a Christmas movie. The only cars parked outside are yours and his. 

“Hey Sparks, this looks pretty bad out there. You should just crash at my place for the night. It'll be dangerous for you to drive home in all that mess.” 

You both tumble in the door, bringing snow and mud into the hall.  Both were wet from the melted snow. You both take off your coats and boots. Letting out a soft laugh as you follow him up the stairs into his bedroom. 

“Here you can wear some of my clothes, I’m sorry you got all wet.” He says as he shuffles through his dresser before pulling out a pair of loose sweatpants and an oversized shirt. You take it, swiftly stripping your wet clothes off and sliding into the warm, dry ones that smell fresh yet sweet. Just like Kent.

He steps into his bathroom to change, giving you a little bit of privacy. Once you're both changed, you take a look at the clock. “God, it's been such a long day..” You say as you plop down on his mattress with a soft thud. 

You turn to Kent, your cheeks flushed from the cold and the memories of the kiss. The feeling still lingers in your tongue. He chuckles as he joins you on the mattress, his front pressing softly against your back. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close in the cold.

“So about that kiss..” He whispers, his breath warm against your neck. His hand came to rest on your waist. 

“What about it?” You whisper back, leaning back into his embrace. The heat between your bodies only intensifies.

“I've never kissed anyone like that before, that was...intense.” He says his breath is shaky as his lips brush against the side of your neck. He presses a gentle kiss to the softness of your skin.

“I can't stop thinking about how it made me feel.” He whispers, his hands shaky as they gently run underneath your skirt, brushing against your skin just above the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants.

“Sparks, I've never done anything like this, if you couldn't tell already.” He says his voice is shaky as you roll over to face him. You both awkwardly shift into position. You lie breathless beneath him, your heart stopping its beat just at the way he's looking at you. The room is incredibly dark, the only light coming from a small lamp on his study desk in the corner of his room. 

You both sink into the covers as he uses his knee to open up your legs, making room for him to lie comfortably on top of you. His forearms straining as he cages you in, hands on either side of your face.

Your breath hitches as he takes off his glasses in preparation for what's to come, tossing them onto the nightstand before cupping your face with the same hand.

He kisses you again, like he’s searching for something more. His breathing gets heavier as you feel him starting to get more turned on from the intimate nature of the moment.

He pulls away to catch his breath, his lips lazily dragging down your throat. The room feels like it's on fire as he whispers huskily against your skin. 

“I’ve never had a girl in my bed before.. And I've never been more turned on in my life. I want more, so much more.” He softly moans as he slides one of his hands down the side of your body. Confessing things he never imagined he'd say out loud.

“There were so many nights when I thought about you.” His grip on your hip tightens, whimpering as he kisses your lips harder, it's messy, it's rough, and you can feel his control slipping by the second.

“Sparks, I’m nervous if I go too far, I’ll mess everything up.” his voice is shaky as his fingertips push the oversized shirt up more and more, revealing your skin to his heated gaze. You can barely breathe at his confession. You nod, helping him to lift your shirt up and over your head.

 He says as he sits up on his knees, stripping his shirt off his body before coming back down to rest on top of you. His hands hold your waist down as he kisses down the side of your neck. You let out soft moans at the warm feeling of his lips. “I have no idea what I’m doing..But I want to learn everything about how to make you fall apart.”

“You don't sound like an awkward virgin right now.” You say with a breathless chuckle. He gasps into your lips again. His heart felt like it could beat out of his chest any moment. He’s feeling everything, nervousness, anticipation, desire.. “God, I'm not going to last long, you'll see..”

“I don't care. This is my first time, too.” You whisper into his ear as his head rests in the crook of your neck. His heart beats with intensity as you feel his breath on your skin. “I have no idea what to do either..” 

“Then let's figure this out...just be patient with me Sparks..” He says deeply as he trails kisses down your body. Every move he makes is purely on instinct. His lips make you forget any thought that isn’t about him. His body, his sounds, his everything. 

“If you say yes, I’ll learn every inch of you from scratch. Damn it, I’m shaking already..” He mumbles with a nervous chuckle as he kisses across the expanse of your exposed skin. “I don’t care how messy this gets, please, Sparks..Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”

With a whisper of three letters, your whole world changes with a “yes.”

Late November: The day of the outbreak {Kent's POV}

I feel like I’m in heaven as her lips are on mine. I kiss her back, but it’s obvious she’s the one in charge. My hands slide to her waist, thumbs tracing the waistband of her pants before I slide up to rub comforting circles into her lower back. 

Things heat up quickly. She's not holding back anymore now that she’s my girlfriend. I feel her body pressing desperately against mine. A soft chuckle falls from my lips, yet still I’m breathless.

“Woah, Sparks, slow down..” I gasp, the nickname slipping from my tongue with ease. 

I can't hold back either. Reaching down the side of the passenger seat and reclining the chair all the way back.

 “Comfortable?” I say playfully against her swollen lips. 

She grins, kissing me like she’ll never see me again. Laughing as she tangles her fingertips into my dark hair. Every moment with her feels like I’m in heaven. I haven’t known her long, but I don’t know what I would do without her. 

“What the fuck” she curses, slowly pulling away from me with furrowed brows. 

The music coming from the radio fizzles out. I try to catch my breath as I watch my girlfriend smash the channel button. Visibly Frustrated that the moment was ruined.  

I look past my girlfriend, glancing briefly out the window. Is that smoke? Flames even? Did a car catch on fire? I sit up in the passenger seat. 

“Is something on fire?”

I look out the window and see smoke and flames for blocks. Cars drive off the road, and the sound of terror can be heard from every corner. I can smell the ash and soot already. And I know in my gut, this isn’t good. 

The voice of a terrified news anchor cuts through the noise. Their voice is quivering, like they’re trying to keep it together on the air. 

“Authorities have warned all civilians to stay sheltered in place. There is an unknown disease spreading violently. Do not come in contact with anyone who appears to be infected. The National Guard has been deployed to areas with the highest infection rates-“

That’s all I hear before the radio cuts to static. 

“I’ve got to go-“

I watch as Sparks jumps out of the car, adjusting her clothes as he sprints north towards the direction of her house. 

“Sparks!”

I yell back, but she’s too quick, already gone. 

I quickly grab my jacket and throw the car door open. The smoke makes my eyes water as the cold wind blows it into my face. I started to run after her. More and more smoke is getting caught in my lungs. I pull up my shirt to try and filter the air. 

The city is in ruin. I step over mutilated bodies as I run in the same direction as Sparks. I hear sirens and the sound of tanks as the National Guard marches into the city. There’s blood, so much blood. But all I can think about is her and if she’s ok. 

Something slams into me, then everything goes black. 

Sirens wail as I slowly open my eyes. My body was lying lifeless on the concrete. Blood trickles down my face from my skull. My vision is hazy, glasses broken and thrown away from the crash. I look to my left to see a broken car crashed into a light pole right next to me. 

Holy Shit. 

I can’t move. 

I try to sit up, but I physically can’t. My body feels like it’s being held down to earth with a magnet. I just want to get to Sparks. I need to know she’s alive, but I’m frozen in place. 

Silent tears start to fall down my face as I lie nearly lifeless on the concrete, completely paralyzed. As I realize that’s the last time I might not be able to reach her. I notice the concrete turning red, and I'm not sure if it's my blood or someone else's. 

The noise of walkie-talkies cuts through the sirens. 

“Over here! There’s a boy! He hasn’t been infected yet.” Yells one of the soldiers. 

The rustling sounds of boots come closer and closer. But I’m too broken to care. 

“He’s still breathing! Load him onto the stretcher. Take him to the hospital in the safe zone.” The soldier yells. 

And that’s the last thing I hear before I wake up in hell.

Present day: 5 years after the outbreak

Jungwon sits at his desk, as focused as he can be on his second day of no sleep.. The bright, fluorescent lights of the underground cellar flicker as his eyes scan over more files, more charts, more maps. 

A tall man with dark hair pushes the door open. His expression was annoyed as he saw Jungwon sitting at his desk, still sifting through documents. His eyes were tired, and his skin was pale. 

“Insulin, just as requested boss.” The tall man says as he throws a poorly wrapped box onto Jungwon's desk. Jungwon looks up at him from the top of his files. 

“Thank you, Riki. You’ll be compensated accordingly.” Jungwon says bluntly as he immediately goes back to his files.

Jungwon pushes his chair back. Stretching his arms and shoulders as he walks towards the large board in the middle of his office. He looks over the lab tests and maps. His handwriting scribbled over the papers in red ink.

“Did we make any progress when I was gone, boss?” Riki asks curiously as he leans against the doorframe. His arms and tall legs crossed as he watched Jungwon pace back and forth. 

“Yes? Maybe? Ugh the virus mutates so fast it’s damn near impossible to study it. I still can’t figure out..just.. FUCK-“ Jungwon yells as he tosses his files with rage. He lets his fingers tug at his hair with frustration. 

“3 years.. 3 years since I escaped that hellhole and I’ve found nothing..how many more people are going to have to die!” He says as he puts his face in his hands with frustration. 

“Hey boss, don’t be too hard on yourself, we’re really all just tryin’ our best out here..” Riki says, his brows furrowing as he watches Jungwon, usually calm, collected, and stoic, lose it right in front of him. 

“But it’s not good enough! She’s still out there, and the S.P.A.R.K project has barely made any progress!” Jungwon yells back as he paces back and forth, his eyes tired from the endless nights of studying, searching. 

“Why’d you even call it that anyway? What’s so special about it? You’ve got this look in your eyes every time it gets brought up.” Riki says calmly. His brows furrowed with confusion. 

“It’s stupid..” Jungwon says as he lets out a deep sigh, finally calming down from his frustrations. He runs another hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses as he looks back at Riki.

“Don’t care. I like stupid.” Riki says firmly as he closes the large metal door before coming to lean against Jungwon's cold desk. 

“Jungwon pulls open one of the drawers. Pulling out a torn Polaroid photo. The color is faded, and it’s been taped together over and over again.” Her..that’s Sparks. At least that’s what I called her. 

Riki’s expression is soft as he takes the Polaroid in his hands. Gently holding it, careful not to break it any more than it already has been. “She looks young-“

“She was almost seventeen. It was junior year of high-school and damn..I don’t know if I was just young and horny or seriously in love with her. Never got enough time to figure it out.” Jungwon watches as Riki’s eyes scan over the Polaroid. 

“If you named this whole project after her, I think you have your answer, “ Riki says as he glances at Jungwon again. Watching how his brows furrow with thought.

“Even if I did love her, I never got to tell her. I still remember it all. The last day I saw her. We had snuck off to make out in my car.” He says with a painful chuckle.

“And the world just happened to turn to hell that day. She was brave, braver than I. She ran straight home to save her family. And I haven’t seen her since.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence between the two before Riki speaks up with a whisper.

“Think she’s still alive?”

“She has to be…I know she is..” Jungwon says as he stands up from his chair. Bending down to pick up all the files and paperwork, he shuffles through them again before looking back towards Riki.

“I’m gonna find her, Riki..I'm not dying until I get a chance to kiss her again.” Jungwon states with a firm tone. 

And he means every word. 

note: Chapter 3 is finished! I hope you guys like the flashback and the little twist at the end. There's more to come soon. I'm currently editing Chapter 4, it's got some smut, so be prepared for things to get spicy :) I'd love to hear your thoughts! If you like the story so far, just leave a comment and I'll add you to the taglist! I promise there will be zombies soon!

Stay Safe!

xoxo kate <#

If you missed it:

{chapter two- 'safe house'}

{chapter four -'i know why you ran'}

taglist: @kyunlov @yazmike @loverbyfate

[hannyoontify]

how your relationship with seventeen was revealed

warnings | reader wears nail art for minghao's part

notes | reader is also an idol, kinda unrealistic in some parts but whatever js let me have this one LMAO, not proofread

seungcheol – an interview

he thought it was high time to reveal your relationship to the world. after (a lot of) discussing with you and receiving your permission, he mentioned you during an interview for a magazine shoot. the question was smth around the lines of "what do you do when you have a particularly bad day" and cheol casually said "i go to [name] for comfort. they're a really special person to me and always cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. i'm lucky to have them." with an absolute love sick smile.

safe to say, twitter almost crashed after that interview was released and you confirmed it on a livestream js a couple days later. (both pledis and your company were not happy but fuck them)

jeonghan – your hair color

your company's very big on self-expression when it came to physical appearance, so they never forced a hairstyle / makeup / clothes on you or your members. you were free to dye your hair however you wished, and you mostly kept it natural. until you met jeonghan. a couple months into your relationship with him, jeonghan came up with the idea of matching hair colors. he often had to dye his hair for comebacks, and instead of dying your entire head, he suggested that you would only get a single, visible strand of hair dyed in the same shade. you loved the idea and no one really noticed, not even your own company, until a eagle-eyed carat pointed it out on tiktok. the entire kpop community knew you and jeonghan were close since you both guest mc-ed together before and one of your members were close with seungcheol. and it seemed legit. the entire internet blew up and it even became a trend among couples. your companies both released a statement just a few weeks later, confirming the allegations.

joshua – his podcast w/ vernon

there was a question sector of the podcast he hosted with vernon where carats could submit questions via twitter and he and vernon would answer them. he saw a question that asked about their thoughts on your group's most recent comeback, and vernon managed to sneak in a few praises, complimenting the composition of one of the bsides before shua began a word vomit of praise, specifically for you. he complimented how much you improved since the last comeback and how good you looked in the music video, the teaser photos, the most recent stage, basically everything. he was so busy talking that he didn't notice the massive side-eye vernon was giving him and once he stopped talking, joshua physically slapped a hand over his mouth because oops.

no worries though, you thought it was funny and thought it was high time that the two of you revealed your relationship. joshua got clowned for it a lot though, especially by vernon.

junhui – instagram

the two of you tried your best to time your posts so nothing seems suspicious. for almost a year, your pictures from cat cafe dates to museum dates and late park dates went unnoticed by fans. that is, until your group went to japan recently for a short trip for promotions and jun tagged along since he had no schedules for 2-3 days. you found a cute convenience store during a late night walk with him and took pictures. some on your own, some of only him, and some together. except this time, the two of you forgot to talk beforehand and you both posted the photos on the same night.

your manager scolded you for being so careless, but truth be told he didn't actually care. he thought it was funny and only had a word with you because as your manager, he had to. (he already knew beforehand and thought you guys looked super cute together)

hoshi – seungkwan

you and hoshi were having a movie date night but you guys weren't particularly in the mood to actually watch a movie so the two of you just fucked around the whole night, prank calling different members to see how they would react and watching instagram reels (because hoshi swears by them and thinks they're better than 'that stupid clock app'). (the funniest reaction you got so far was mingyu, who was half asleep when you facetimed him and asked him if his refrigerator was running. when he responded with a groggy 'yes', hoshi said that he better go catch it and mingyu actually dropped his phone to go catch it.) the next victim was seungkwan, who you didn't know was doing a weverse at the same time. when seungkwan received the incoming facetime call from hoshi, he grinned and decided to accept the call by showing the camera his phone screen. what he didn't expect was to see hoshi's arm wrapped around you and his chin tucked onto your chin when he answered the call.

when seungkwan accepted the call, the first thing you saw was a reflection of you and hoshi, and you recognized the familiar flow of comments flying past the unfamiliar phone screen at an incredible speed. you dropped hoshi's phone in sheer panic and glanced over at your boyfriend who looked as equally panicked, his jaw basically reaching the floor. poor seungkwan began fumbling for a random excuse but it was too late now. the cat (tiger) was out of the bag.

wonwoo – via the company

wonwoo never thought there was a point in hiding your relationship from the public. he was with the person he loved and what a few jobless netizens had to say about your relationship wouldn't change that. after a couple months of 'testing the waters' and seeing how far the two of you would commit to the relationship, wonwoo just straight up went to the ceo of pledis and went 'yo i'm dating [name] from [group name] and you can't stop me' (with your permission of course, and you did the same thing) after a lot of discussion with both your ceo's, the companies agreed to simultaneously release a statement to the public about your relationship with wonwoo.

woozi – his lyrics

we all know woozi projects everything that's going on in his life through his song lyrics. yk those posts where people are like "i need someone to break bruno mars' heart again" bc his breakup songs are so good? it's like that. the latest seventeen comeback is FILLED TO THE BRIM with love songs and everyone and their mother is like "what the fuck is going on" because woozi's written love songs before but not like this??? the lyrics seem so much more deeper and personal, and the listener can almost feel woozi's heart and soul being poured into the lyrics and melody. woozi personally denied anything on a weverse live but people caught on once he released a mixtape of a love song and the lyrics contained a physical description of a person that was a little too similar to you.

minghao – books (and nail art)

minghao likes reading books. you like reading books. that doesn't mean you're dating, right? so many people in the world love to read books, that doesn't automatically make you lovers, right? ... right, except you read and post about the same books minghao reads and recommends to carats. even then, that could've been a coincidence, right? you just have similar taste in books.

wrong. you made a silly mistake of saying on a live how all your favorite books were recommended by a super close friend that you held dear to your heart. still, you can just be friends with minghao, right? wrong again because fans noticed that you had matching nail art with minghao's, the signature 8/infinity sign on your nails. there was no point in being in denial any longer.

mingyu – instagram

another silly little mistake. he recently came back from a trip with just you and him, and naturally, he wanted to upload some photos to instagram for his lovely fans to foam at the mouth scream over (he knows the power he holds). he was lying in bed (next to you), ready for bed as he scrolled through chose different photos to upload. what he didn't realize was that he had also clicked on a photo of you and him kissing in the dark, under a streetlight. it was a classic, romantic kiss. his hand was resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he dipped you, your leg held up by his other hand. almost immediately after posting, mingyu set down his phone and went to sleep in your arms.

the next morning, he woke up to about 56 missed calls from his manager, a BUNCH of weverse notifications, and 300+ messages from the seventeen group chat (that came back to life for the first time in almost a month and it wasn't js seungcheol talking to himself)

dokyeom – weverse live

dokyeom is surprisingly not shy when it comes to his relationship with you. after a few serious discussions, the two of you ventured out to the streets of seoul in broad daylight, your hand tightly entwined in his own, but no tabloid or news outlet seemed to catch whiff of it. dokyeom was frustrated because he wanted to show you off to the world, tell everyone that he was yours and you were his, but no one was bothering to expose it. so he decided to take this matter into his own hands. after receiving permission from both companies, he started a weverse live–with you. the two of you sat side by side, awkwardly waiting for more and more viewers to enter the livestream. obviously the entire internet went insane when dokyeom held his hand in yours and said with a proud smile that the two of you were dating and would appreciate all the love and support. and the internet officially lost it when he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

it was cute, and even his manager–who was sitting behind the phone–was smiling as he watched the two of you together.

seungkwan – an entertainment show

similar to joshua. a couple members from your group were guests on a show that seungkwan was a regular cast of to promote your upcoming comeback, and of course they already knew that you were dating him. before the recording, they were teasing him (they're all already very close) and kept mentioning your name, which made seungkwan turn into a bright red tomato. during the recording, when it was time to promote your group's most recent comeback, your group members stood in the center of the room and gave a little sneak peek to the choreo of the title track, which seungkwan followed to with on the side (people didn't notice this until the airing of that episode–and an fyi, this was before their official comeback). and when the time came to the talk about the production process, seungkwan immediately began to ramble about how much you improved on your live singing and how proud he was of you. he also talked about how you talked to him about how much you struggled with the change of concept and how you pushed through those hard trials. he also couldn't forget about how good you looked and how the concept change looked really good on you and the new makeup look accentuated your eye color. at the end of his very long speech, seungkwan realized what he just did and sank into his chair with his bright red face buried into his hands.

vernon – vernon being vernon

vernon did a vernon and randomly revealed it on a weverse live, almost giving his poor manager a heart attack. he was reading through the comments when he randomly said 'by the way, i'm dating [name] from [group name]' HIS POOR MANAGER. HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BEFORE TURNING OFF THE LIVE IN A PANIC. the following day, pledis released a statement, confirming vernon's impromptu confession.

dino – dispatch

my poor boy was the only one who fell victim to dispatch 😭 he was so careful not to get caught because he didn't want you to receive any backlash. specifically went on dates later in the day so the two of you wouldn't be as easily recognized, trying to stay home as much as possible, covering up as much as you both could. but eventually, dispatch caught the two of you hugging at the entrance of the hybe building at 11 pm. first, weird. why were they watching you guys at 11 pm. second, seungcheol was so relieved that the secret was finally out because he was running out of excuses as to why dino was almost never at home anymore.

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[11queensupreme11]

What are all the Yans doing for valentines for Percy?

the greeks don't really celebrate it 😅 what i COULD find was something called the "Festival of the Arcadian Lykaia" which was celebrated in ancient greece, but it was more of an ancient ritual to the god pan then it evolved to the roman's festival "lupercalia" which was more darker cuz it consisted of men sacrificing animals as a show of virility and then chased women down to whip them with their hides 💀 they were all naked too lmao

poseidon would not care for valentines day, whether the archaic version or the modern version. but if he hears that his precious daughter-wife wants to celebrate it with him, he'd go crazy with it lmao. he'd throw the most lavish date somewhere in his empire at the most beautiful spot he could find, then he'd lovingly fuck her brains out 💖

hades would be similar! but while poseidon would NOT want to be anywhere near the land of midgard, hades knows she would like that so he'd actually take here there for a date!!!! but he's the god of wealth and riches, so he's not letting her have anything but the best of the best (which in his opinion, isn't really that impressive since it's all midgardian, but anything for wifey 💖)

no midgard for apollo, pls 💀 he's more focused on making this date as romantic and relaxing as ever. they stay on delos (so the other gods would keep away) and they have a relaxing spa treatment where she's pretty much doted on and pampered. she'll be sooo taken care of that she'll forget the 1297341 problems in her life 🥰

beelzebub would take her out to midgard and pretty much let her do whatever she wants. she's in charge for the day. he'll let her take him anywhere, do anything, and he'll buy whatever she wants. they'll be handcuffed as always, but don't worry, he put cute little heart charms on the chains to make it more romantic 🥺

loki's not taking her to midgard lmaooo. he'd settle with the human side of valhalla and that's it 😂 he'll even take her to new york city, but in a different time setting. wanna check out 1970s nyc? let's go! (oh but he forgot about the mafia oops)

after anubis secures a babysitter for kebi, he takes percy EVERYWHERE. amusement parks, disneyworld, some sports game where he pays the dude to put them on a kiss cam so everyone can watch him completely DEVOUR her mouth 😭😭😭 he completely forgets that percy needs sleep cuz after that, he takes her home just to fuck her stupid 😭

cú chulainn has no idea wtf to do but he knows that she likes cute stuff and the color blue. so he goes and yanks out a whole ass blue wisteria tree from its roots:

and then shoves it at her face the way one would hand over a bouquet of flowers like "here, i guess 🙄💙" 😭😭😭

[toxic3mmy]

being like all bratty ( i think that’s the word) and all to Quackity and he ends up fucking the shit out of you?

ummm yes??? this sounds sooooo hot teehee, thx for the request!!

[it turned out a little more loving than rough sex.. oops??]

prompt: you and alex have a project due and he keeps slacking off until he’s had enough of your bratty attitude

warnings: nsfw! smut smutty smuttt!

it was finally 7:30 pm. alex said he would meet you at the college library to finish up your project after work and you had been waiting on him there for almost an hour now. the good thing was that you were alone and had time to focus on your part of the slideshow.

you had about two slides left when you heard a huge thud on the table you were sat at. you looked up and saw alex smiling sheepishly at you.

“sup nerd, you almost done with our project?” he said as he sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up to rest on the table

you rolled your eyes and said with an annoyed face,

“yeah right, come on let’s get this over with already” you grumbled

“actually, shit… i forgot my laptop” alex said while looking through his backpack. he looked up at you and asked

“mind if i go get it? i’m pretty sure i left it at my house and it’s not far from here” he didn’t even wait for me to respond, already collecting his things to go

“wait, maybe we should just do the project at yours… they close the library in thirty minutes anyways” you said, feeling even more annoyed than before because now you were going to be forced to be alone with alex

“cool, let’s go” he walked out of the school and to his car in the parking lot

you felt a bit uncomfortable and nervous as you got into his passenger seat. you weren’t sure why but his very existence got so deep under your skin that it really pissed you off. maybe it was his arrogant personality or maybe it was the way every girl at your college drooled over him, or maybe it was both. the truth is, you also felt an attraction for alex but you refused to be like every other brainless bimbo at school. you liked to think that you actually had taste when it came to guys.

your thoughts were interrupted by alex parking his car and getting out, having you follow him. he unlocked the door to his house and let you in. he got comfortable and led you into an office like room where you assumed he did his homework and probably his streaming. he had a huge desk with a pc setup as well as note taking materials next to the pc. there was also a small couch and that’s where you decided to put your backpack.

“here, i’ll go get a chair for you to sit next to me” alex broke the silence between you too. you nodded silently and took all your notes out to finally finish this project.

“sit” he said as he placed another office chair next to his fancy gamer chair

you chuckled to yourself

“what?” he asked, genuinely confused

“oh nothing… just realized you have a gamer chair.. it’s so uwu of you” you teased him and laughed even louder

“says the one that dresses like an e girl with all those fishnets and eyeliner” he said mockingly

“don’t even! i know you’re not judging my clothing choices when you legit always look like adam sandler plus that stupid beanie you never take off”

“can you shut up? we have a project to work on” alex said in a sarcastic manner

you didn’t say anything in response to him. instead, you went over what you had finished with your part of the project. you then kept talking about some ways for alex to tie his part into yours so that it would all flow seamlessly. you were pointing out certain topics in your textbook when you look up to see alex typing away on his phone.

“dude… are you serious? i was over here talking to the fucking wall i guess! were you seriously not listening to me?”

he simply put a finger up as if telling you to wait for him to finish texting. you waited impatiently and after a few minutes, he finally put down his phone.

“my bad, i have this thing i’ve been working on with team members for our twitch.. but uh yeah of course i heard everything you said.” he lied and it made anger begin to boil up inside of you.

“how much do you even have done?” you asked, trying to calm yourself down

“oh uh.. i have all my pictures set up in the powerpoint” he said as if it were something to be proud about

you grit your teeth together as you realized what he meant by that

“you haven’t even started on your section?? i cannot believe you…” you groaned really annoyed now

“yes i have started! it’s not my fault that i need to do work stuff in my free time” he said as he messed with a pen on his desk

“ohhh, you have a twitch event that you’ve been working on for weeks? aw thats so cool, yeah i seriously don’t give a fuck. you had all semester and you don’t even care! it’s our senior year and uni is something that we need to take seriously i mean this counts towards our final! i don’t want to have to fucking repeat this class just because you’re a careless arrogant selfish piece of shit!”

“woah woah, what the fuck is your issue?!” he began to lose his cool, sitting up and facing towards you as he raised his voice

“you’re my problem! like dude i get that you play your little video games on stream and that seems to be what you worry about most but i actually want to get a good career and i actually care about my grades! unlike you! you think that just because everyone likes you, you’ll get everything handed to you. well sorry to burst your bubble but clicking and clacking on your keyboard all day long isn’t going to prepare you for the real world!”

“who the fuck do you think you are? you have no right to say any of this to me, are you kidding?” alex was now standing up and towering over you

“look… i just had a bad day okay? i worked really early this morning and i honestly would much rather be in bed right now than arguing with you i mean, we’re not even getting any work done! god this is pointless..” you sighed, running your hands through your hair as you felt afraid to look alex in his eyes

“i worked today too, ya know. but you don’t see me being so prissy and uptight about a damn project that won’t even matter in a year.”

“yeah well im sure my work was way more productive and hard than you playing dumb computer games all day”

“listen you little brat, you have no right to tell me anything about my career choices. and for the record, my dumb little twitch job is making me more money each month than youd ever see after years of whatever boring fucking corporate job you get into” alex said, holding you tightly by your t shirt

“yeah fucking right. you’re just a lazy idiot! all you had to do was finish a few slides and we’d be through here and you can’t even do that. i’m leaving, thanks for nothing” you spit out angrily as you hastily began to pack your things to leave

alex was silently in deep thought. as you reached the door, he tugged your backpack back and off of your shoulder. he grabbed you rather harshly and your back was pushed up against his bedroom door.

“you’re not going anywhere. you think you can just walk out of here after insulting me and being a shitty little brat?!”

“what?..” you asked quietly

“you heard me y/n, you’re being a fucking brat.. and brats should be treated the way they deserve” he spoke hotly against your lips before leaning forward and kissing you

you weren’t prepared for him to kiss you so sweetly. you practically melted against his lips. you kissed back until he whimpered and brought you back to reality.

“ugh! get off of me, asshole!” you pushed his chest roughly but before you could make any other move, he caught your arm

“i know you want me y/n, i see the way you look at me. you and every other girl at school are just so thirsty for me huh? look at these tiny skirts you always wear.. you’re just asking for it” he smirked as his fingers danced up your thigh and touched your skirt

“ha! i don’t want you. unlike the girls at school, i have a brain and i sure as fuck would never touch you” you lied to his face

you gasped and felt your face go red as his hand was now touching the fabric of your panties

“then why are you soaking wet for me?” he chuckled as he pulled your panties aside and played with your wet folds

he walked you towards his bed, sitting you down as he hovered over you.

“i fucking hate you!” you angrily smashed your lips to his.

your tongue slid across his lips, asking for entrance. alex greedily let your tongue slide against his. your hands tangled in his hair and tugged harshly as he continued to touch you.

“i hate you too, you fucking brat. now be a good girl and taked this top off for me” his lips connected with yours as you shakily unbuttoned your school top and threw it aside.

you reached out and began to unzip his pants just enough to release his hardened cock. he moaned at the contact and continued to play with your slick heat as you started to move your hands up and down his dick.

he pulled away from the kiss and pulled your hair in a ponytail with one hand and held your palm upwards with his other.

“spit” he demanded and you did what he asked

he then moved your wet hand to his cock and let go of your hair. he went back to rubbing your throbbing clit. you moved your hand and he was practically thrusting into your touch.

“alex… please” you whispered and tried to lead his leaking dick to your pussy but alex stopped you

“aw come on y/n, you can do better than that. you just love to yap and insult me, don’t you, you little brat? why don’t you put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use and beg for me. beg me to fuck you”

at this point, you needed him so badly and you didn’t care how desperate you looked as you complied with his demands.

“please alex, i need you so badly. please just fuck me and i promise to be nicer to you. im so wet for you..” you moaned out as his fingers finally stopped teasing you and entered your quivering hole

“tell me you want me.. tell me y/n” he said in a lustful voice, his fingers curling deeper into you. his lips attached to one of your hard nipples, deliciously tracing circles with the tip of his tongue

“oh fuck.. i n-need you, i want you alex! i’ve wanted you since i first saw you! i hate you so much but i want you to fuck me, please!” you were rutting against his hand needing more

he laughed as he was amused and feeling very satisfied with your response. he stopped touching you completely and undressed himself. he then reached out and stripped you of your shirt and panties, leaving the two of you completely naked.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he said, looking at you hungrily

“get on your hands and knees, show me that pretty ass”

you did what he asked needing him inside of you now. he groaned at the sight of your round ass on view for him. as he pushed himself inside of you, you arched your back from pleasure. he began to move slowly as you adjusted to the stretch. the second you started moaning, he grabbed your hips and mercilessly pounded into you.

“fuck! you’re so tight y/n” his hand made harsh contact with a loud smack on your ass

you fucked back onto his cock, feeling so overcome with pleasure

“a-alex, ‘m so close” you whimpered

he stopped fucking into you and sat up in his bed. he gently tugged you towards him, motioning to sit on his lap

“come ride me, sweetheart” he said huskily and of course, you obliged

you sat on his dick, feeling every inch of him fill you up. you were in complete bliss as you began to ride him slowly. alex leaned forward and hugged you to his body as he kissed your lips. you fought his tongue with yours for dominance as the two of you rocked together in a sweet rhythm.

“you feel so good… so so good alexis” you whispered in broken sobs

“yeah, baby girl? aw just look at you. you’re so needy for me aren’t you?”

you rocked your hips, grinding his cock into you. he was so deep inside of you and you couldn’t help but want more. he hit just the right spot inside of your needy cunt and you moaned loudly. your back arched as you threw your head back in pure bliss. alex kissed up your neck as he had full access. he pulled you closer to him, tucking your hair behind your ear gently

“you’re so beautiful y/n, i could do this forever. would you like that? would you like to be my fuck toy? i could use you whenever i please, yeah? tell me how good i feel, hermosa” he said as he looked into your eyes.

“you feel incredible.. you’re making me feel things i’ve never felt before.. please use me whenever” you said breathlessly

“such a good girl” alex praised, kissing you ever so gently as you continued to move at the same pace together

“a-alex, i’m so close”

“cum with me y/n, cum with me” he whimpered, letting out the sweetest whines and speeding his hips to meet yours

he held your hips still as he fucked into you faster and faster, chasing both of your highs

with loud gasps and moan, you both climax together.

alex slows his pace to a stop and you both catch your breath.

“y/n…?”

“yeah?” you breathe out, finally getting off of alex and laying down next to him

“i finished my part of the project yesterday, i just wanted to mess with you” he grinned and you smacked him playfully

“alex! you ass!”

“hey.. it worked out well for us didn’t it?” he smiled innocently

“come on, let’s shower. im all sweaty” alex says, pulling you up and towards his shower

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bloody hell — the emos

synopsis. oh, if only, if only she hadn't crossed paths with him. then maybe, just maybe, all of this could've been avoided... except, it was bound to happen by fate. there was no escaping the fate that was given to you at birth.

pairing. ot8! vampire! ateez x fem! reader (not poly! everyone will have their own ending!)

genres/aus. vampire au, suspense, romance, angst, slow burn

warnings. mentions of being watched, cursing, a kms joke oops. if there's anything i should add, please lmk !

rating. pg-13

wc. 3.2k lol...

a/n. this was nawt proofread... super duperrr sorry for uploading late !! was very busy and am very busy right now but things should calm down during december !! this is also a long chapter bc i deadass forgot to include the first part last chapter LOLLLL

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TODAY IS CLOUDY AND SOMEWHAT CHILLY, though you don't mind it. you see people who are bundled up with scarves hanging around their necks, some of them even wearing mittens to protect their skin from the biting chill in the air. september has its own few days of cold before october settles in, today being one of them.

you rip your eyes from passing students down to the bag in your hand, the plastic wrinkling as you shift on your feet to lean against the familiar black car beside you. jongho’s borrowed clothes lay folded neatly inside, smelling of the expensive kind of detergent you bought to wash it. you sigh and close your eyes, your head hurting just thinking about how much the detergent cost. jongho doesn’t care about these things, you know that, yet you can’t help but care when it comes to him.

it’s no question that he’s well off, maybe even rich but you can’t gauge just how much he is. you’ve been aware of such things ever since you first met him three years ago, how your classmates from then used to whisper about the things he wore, his belongings, everything. and so you’re so painfully aware of it all now, the expensive things he owns, how you’re extra careful around him at times.

though he may not be like her, flaunting around the wealth he has and making snide remarks about how you should be careful or how poor you are, you don’t want to risk it.

she’s made you have these bad habits, the ones where you care too much over things like this that shouldn’t matter.

“i hope i didn’t keep you waiting long.”

jongho wears a beanie, hiding the purple streaks in his hair from your eyes. he rounds the car and opens one of the back doors, dumping his practice bag and his backpack in the backseat. you hop inside his car quietly and buckle your seatbelt just as he sits in the driver’s seat.

“you didn’t take long,” you say, glancing at him.

he hums and sits quietly, shoulders slumping just the slightest bit.

“are you… okay?”

jongho tilts his head to look at you, a tired smile on his lips. “yeah,” he breathes out, “it’s just been,” he pauses, “a long day.”

by the way he sits up to start the car, by how his shoulders relax and tense all at the same time, you decide to not ask him about it and keep quiet, watching as jongho drives away from the campus.

“do you want me to pick him up?”

you turn away from the window and blink at the male. “what?”

jongho’s lips quirk upwards, clearly amused. “we’re here already. you know,” he points at the middle school building on the other side of the street from where he’s parked the car, “kou’s school.” he leans over the control board, and presses his index finger to your forehead, pushing your head back. “what’s got you distracted, hm?”

you open your mouth to reply, finding that it’s dry but you’re interrupted by the swinging door from behind jongho’s seat. jongho leans away from you as your brother gets inside the car, sporting a bright and infectious smile.

“sis!” kou drops his backpack by his feet after closing the door, hurling himself at you and attempting to hug you. you laugh when he pulls away, rubbing his head after hitting it against the roof of the car.

“woah there, little guy,” jongho says, his dark eyes gleaming with mirth, “careful.”

kou apologizes, smiling sheepishly at him. “hyung,” he says, settling in the backseat, “are you staying tonight?”

“sure am, champ.” the older male watches kou through the rearview mirror, only putting the car in drive once he’s buckled up.

the eleven year old gushes about his day: what he learned in math and science, how literature class was boring, how he and his friends played a lot during their break. you don’t register jongho’s taken you to the mall until kou starts pouting and wishes you wouldn’t have to work today so you can spend time with him and his hyung. you have to promise to dedicate saturday to only him and jongho, and that’s when kou beams and lets you leave.

“no way you just got here.”

“oh shut up, mingi.” you roll your eyes at the male that twists around to walk right in front of you. “you’re going to trip if you keep walking backwards like that.”

mingi shrugs. “i’ll be fine,” he says, “but how come you’re just arriving?” he raises an eyebrow at you. “you’re an early bird.”

“nosey much?” you mumble, walking past him in a hurry, “hurry the fuck up, mingi. we have less than ten minutes to get to the store.”

the tall male loudly laughs, clearly entertained by your behavior, and follows closely behind you, pestering you with questions.

mingi leans down, wearing a look of disgust as he glances between you and the incoming flock of people. “the emos just keep coming and coming,” he whispers, standing up straight and walking out towards the cashier to tend to the person waiting to buy their items. mingi grins at them, leaving you alone to roll your eyes as you focus back on the task at hand: unboxing and sorting the new merchandise onto the shelves.

which should be mingi’s job right now.

true to mingi’s words, the emos do keep filing into the store to keep buying the edgy jewelry in stock, just like every tuesday evening and the ones before that. you huff through your nose, wiggling your fingers and stretching your arms just as mingi walks into the back, your closing shift manager praising him for getting through the emo rush in one piece while they go to flip the open sign to the closed side.

“kill me now,” mingi groans, dramatically flopping onto the makeshift chair you two had made earlier before the emo rush started (something mingi prides himself for coming up with) and falls through it because you had emptied it long ago. “the emos need to find a new store for their stupid shit!” his hands fly up and attempt to tug at his long, black hair, trying to play it cool as he quickly stands up and dusts his baggy jeans.

you snort and bite your tongue to hold back a laugh when your coworker glares at you. leaning down to grab the last couple of shirts in a box before walking back into the store, mingi follows after you with an unopened box in his hand. “you also like that stupid shit they wear… you know, the jewelry. so doesn’t that make you an emo, too?”

mingi gasps, slapping your arm as you two stand next to each other. you chortle as he tears the box open with a cutter, grumbling about how foul it was of you to say that about him. “you’re evil,” he says, lazily throwing shirts and shirts onto the shelves. “how could you call me an emo? do you know how derogatory that term is to me? and this jewelry is mine, so the emos can go suck a nut and find a different store!”

laughing, you place the last shirt in your hand onto the shelf, giving mingi’s back a singular pat. “right, sorry,” you cough. “you’re definitely… not an emo… my bad.”

puffing his chest out, the pink haired male points at the box at his feet, crossing his arms afterwards. “apology accepted… only if you help me with the last box.”

“oh no,” you take a step back, arms raised in the air as you shake your head. “i’m not helping you. you basically left me alone to go through twenty damn boxes while you handled the emos. that’s my job. you’re not very slick when it comes to trying to get out of the things you have to do, mingi.”

mingi scoffs and narrows his eyes. “actually, you were supposed to do that today and i was supposed to be out at the cashier.” when you deadpan and point at something behind him, mingi raises his eyebrow before turning around. he gulps and looks back at you, smiling sheepishly.

you, as always, are right: you were going to be at the cashier and mingi was going to unload the boxes.

“well…”

“well…” you repeat his words, smiling in amusement as mingi scratches the back of his neck.

“well… the manager actually said that they forgot to change the board for today!”

“mingi, i literally saw the manager change the board today when you clocked in late.” you grimace at him, “by the way, how the hell did that even happen? we got here at the same time.”

the male gapes at you. “what? no, he didn’t! don’t lie to me, yn! and… actually, i have no excuse for clocking in late.”

you shrug, walking into the employee room. “i’ll ask the manager and send proof later!”

“what? yn, wait! don’t—”

you grin, twirling around and taking a step back at how mingi is quite literally right behind. you’re surprised at how quick he was able to get to you. clearing your throat, you turn back and head towards the locker you put your things in. “i’m just messing with you, mingi.”

“oh thank goodness,” he says, sighing and heading over to where he put his things.

the first thing you grab upon opening your locker is your phone, turn it on and read the messages jongho sent you.

jjongs: hey, i won’t be able to pick you up tonight

jjongs: i just finished helping him with his homework and he wants me to read him a story

jjongs: i won’t be able to get there in time when you get out

you sigh.

you: don’t worry about it, jjongs

jjongs: i’m so sorry

you: i said it’s ok

jjongs: text me when you’re on your way so i can come out and get you

you: seeing me outside my own apartment building is sooo romantic and chivalrous of you

jjongs: can’t have a fair lady like yourself be out in the dark for long

you: LOL?

jjongs: oooo you want me so bad

you: in your dreams wtf

you: i’m leaving the store right now so i’ll text you once i’m out

jjongs: ok

you and mingi shut your lockers at the same time, a loud thud resonating in the room. then, the two of you walk out, making sure to say goodbye to the closing shift manager before heading out of the store, walking down the almost empty halls of the mall. once outside, you quickly bid mingi goodbye and take a step forward when mingi speaks.

“it’s really late,” he says, looking down at his phone with furrowed eyebrows. he puts it back into the pocket of his jacket, stuffing his hands into them and looks up at you. “i’ll walk you home.”

you sigh and smile, shaking your head. “i live far away, and i have to take two buses to get back. i wouldn’t want to bother you anyways.”

mingi looks at you through squinted eyes. “it’s late and it’s dangerous for women to be out at this time. i don’t want to be lonely without having my favorite coworker around to bug all because you decided to walk alone at night,” he huffs.

“damn,” you say, eyes slightly wide as you raise your arms up in mock surrender. “okay, fine. you win. you can come along, but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

“puh-lease,” mingi snorts, joining you as you walk towards the bus stop. “how far could you possibly live from this place?

“holy shit, you really weren’t lying when you said that you lived far away.” mingi gasps as you two exit the last bus you had to take to get to your apartment.

you glance at mingi from the corner of your eye. “there’s still some walking to do if you’re still so adamant on seeing me off. honestly,” you sigh, stopping. “you really didn’t have to come all the way here, mingi. i’ve been doing this for a while, so i’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“i don’t care,” mingi says, crossing his arms over his chest. “i’m being a good friend right now.”

“a good friend?” you tilt your head, surprised. “since when did we become good friends?”

“since we started working together,” he replies, his tone so serious that it takes you aback.

you didn’t know he considered you as such.

“how are we supposed to be good friends when we barely know each other and only work together a couple days every week ?” you grumble, clutching onto your bag as you resume your trek to your apartment. it’s already late, and you feel bad for not being there to tuck your brother away to sleep

“we can start getting to know each other right now,” mingi says, catching up to you quickly. he bumps shoulders with you, grinning. “i’ll start. i really like girls.”

“no shit,” you laugh.

mingi looks at you in surprise.

you’ve never really… laughed like this before. you usually laugh quietly but never this loudly to the point that your eyes are closed and your head is thrown back in amusement, your hands covering your mouth in… embarrassment, maybe? or is it out of habit? he’d like to know.

“you’re always flirting with the female customers.” your laughter subsides into giggles, and you playfully elbow his side.

mingi scoffs. “i do not!”

you stare at him.

“...well, maybe you’re right—”

“nope,” you cut him off. “i am right.”

“well, what about you?” mingi quickly says. “what do you like?”

you hum in thought. “well, i like school.”

“really?” he laughs. “you like school?”

you shrug as you both pass the pharmacy, and you make a mental note that you have to pick up kou’s medicine tomorrow morning. “yeah,” you reply. “i like school. gives me something to do and look forward to…”

mingi frowns at the tone in your voice. something to do and look forward to, she says…

it’s then that you stop. mingi blinks a couple times and looks up, coming face to face with a run-down apartment complex. he looks between you and the building, surprised.

she… lives here?

“well,” you look at him, smiling. “thank you for walking me all the way here, mingi. you really didn’t have to, but i appreciate it nonetheless.”

“oh,” he says, “it’s no big deal… listen, is it alright if i head in with you?”

you cock an eyebrow at this. “why?”

“just to make sure no weirdo tries following you back to your place.”

again, you laugh. “no one’s going to follow me, mingi.”

“but—”

you walk towards the entrance and push the doors open, saying, “goodnight, mingi,” before the doors close and you disappear up the stairs, leaving mingi staring after you.

“ah shit,” you groan, pinching your nose. you forgot to text jongho. well, you shrug, it’s not like i’ll get in trouble. jjongs is just a friend.

the walk to your faded apartment door with the very ugly numbers of ‘117’ plastered on right beneath the peephole stare right back at you. as you rummage through your bag to find your keys, the door suddenly swings open and a boy that reaches your shoulders grins widely at you.

“sis!”

“kou,” you say, baffled. “why are you still awake?” jongho leans over the kitchen counter from behind kou. “what’s he doing up, jjongs?”

kou pouts, opening the door wider as you slip inside, kicking your shoes off and turning around, waiting for your brother’s answer. the boy looks up at you. “i wanted us to read together before i went to sleep… i’m sorry—”

“mhm,” jongho hums out in agreement, turning his back towards you two. “what he said. kou is quite the convincer, you know?” the sound of water running fills the air, and you can only assume that he’s washing dishes.

you sigh, leaning down slightly to ruffle his hair. kou perks up, smiling as he tries leaning into your touch. “there’s nothing to be sorry about, kou.” you stand up, holding out your hand. kou grabs it, and you lead him over to his room. “did you brush your teeth already?”

he nods. “yes. um, sis?”

you hum as you flick the light switch on in kou’s room, ushering him over to his bed. he goes under the covers, and you tuck the duvet right under his nose, pinching it afterwards. kou giggles, “sis, stop!”

“okay, okay.” with one last pinch, you sit back comfortably at the edge of his bed. “what was it that you wanted to ask?”

“oh. um…” kou’s cheeks flush as he looks away. “can you um, put the butterfly clips in my hair again for when i go to school tomorrow? i really like how it looks in my hair.”

“of course!” you coo, kissing both his cheeks. “anything for my little brother.”

“thank you, sis,” he giggles. “can you read to me now?”

“of course—”

kou begins to cough uncontrollably. you’re quick to get on your feet, leaving temporarily and coming back with a cup of water and two pills in your hand. you pat his back as kou carefully takes the glass and pills into his hand, popping them into his mouth before washing them down with the water. once he calms down, he awkwardly lays back down in his bed, screwing his eyes shut.

you know he doesn’t want to talk about it.

so you grab the book you two have been reading together for the past month, finding the page you two last left on and begin reading out loud to him. a couple minutes pass before kou tells you that he’s feeling sleepy. you place the bookmark on the page you just read and place the book back on the nightstand.

“goodnight, kou,” you whisper, giving his forehead a quick kiss, ready to head out when you notice that the window in his room is open. you head over to it, leaning out for a second to feel the night air. a shiver goes down your spine, goosebumps appearing on your arms and the back of your neck. you immediately lean back inside the room, shutting the window and locking it.

it felt like you were being watched… but who the hell would want to watch you?

you're nobody.

you scrunch your nose, deciding to ignore whatever just happened and opting to go freshen up before heading to sleep.

you’ll just have to worry about it if it ever becomes a problem, but for now it isn’t.

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