#how dare you drop this on a friday when im busy lol

[accio-victuuri]

CPN : 3/24 LRLG Post

As if the excitement that we all have today, the eve of Weibo Night where they will be at the same event isn’t enough, LRLG had to go ahead and bless us with an update. A very recent one at that. Usually, the contributions shared to us are events that happened months ago. This is why we are able to match which is which fairly easily or notice something we haven’t before.

It starts of saying “today”, meaning this happened 3/24, XZ’s arrival in Shanghai. I have thoughts on LRLG deciding to share this today and who allowed it. If we’re going by the assumption/speculation/clownery— whatever you wanna call it, that these contributions are sent out with xz/wyb’s “blessing” then there must be a reason why they are switching from the usual pattern. They could have easily shared this after the whole weibo night craziness. As what they did in previous events, but they didn’t. So what’s changed? I’m not looking at this as a negative in any way, I am just curious. Did they see how excited BXGs are so decided to give us something? Are they also just dying to be in one place again so they are sharing this happiness to us? No matter the answer, All I can say is : “Bless Shanghai!🙏🏼”

now onto the fake rumor itself. same disclaimer applies. this is all fan fiction. ‼️

It starts with a phone conversation ( i think ) between the boys and it’s mostly yibo. As you will notice in this entire scene/s, it’s all on WYB’s perspective ( literally only one red circle in the entire post ) so again, we have an additional “clue” that this lrlg person is from wyb’s team.

WYB: "Wear more when you come"

XZ: "Okay, I'll use it for you..."

WYB : "sock"

WYB: "I can't see your news anymore, you tell xx"

WYB: "good"

This exchange is so simple and sweet. Their love language is being attentive towards each other and what the other might need, even as “simple” as needing extra clothes to wear because of the weather. And so GG decides to wear a Tod’s biker jacket that makes him look so sexy instead ( as seen in photos / videos of him boarding the plane today and arriving ). 😂😂😂 I mean, WYB & I are not complaining with his choice of clothes but I hope it does keep him warm. and GG’s “ i’ll use it for you..” he really can’t say No to his puppy. He will do it if his puppy wants it. I just. I’m done with them.

The next part is his staff ( a woman based on the emoji ) is saying how unfortunate it is that he has work today and he is mildly pissed that has to because if he didn’t, then he can pick GG up at the airport. I mean. That’s interesting. I wonder if he did that before and i’m surprised at how brave he is to even consider “planning” to do that out of all days. It’s the day before WB night, paps are waiting for all the celebrities to arrive at the airport so if he goes — there is a higher chance for him to get spotted compared to just the normal day. Or maybe he knows the ins & outs already as he’s almost always filming in Shanghai over the past years so he might know how to make it happen.

Then you have a scene where people are playing cards, and I think there is drinks involved. but he ( wyb ) can’t come and join because he has works. The people are telling him to try and join because tomorrow ( WB night ) is busy and there will be lots of material to shoot. I just love WYB’s dedication to work and cackling at the emojis LRLG is using for him — I can totally picture his face like this and going “what are you all doing???”

in the meantime when the subject is XZ, he all sweet smiles.

and this exchange is just too much —

WYB: "Get me the power bank"

👧"Hurry up and play, you won't be interested in playing with your phone tomorrow.

WYB: What are you talking about?"

👧: Would you like to see how you smile now

WYB: XZ is coming why won’t i be smiling.

and he goes on to say 恋爱脑 with that smiley face. I don’t know if he’s fuckin trolling himself at this point, because this is same/similar label said about him by that yangyang paparazzi. the same one he refuted was false because they were saying he single then the next sentence has ambiguous relationship with an older woman and so on.

so i am looking at this like, he’s trolling and this only applies to GG. It’s not necessarily real for him, cause i highly doubt it— looking at how they live and thrive as individuals too. He’s using it and also making fun of that ridiculous rumor spread about him.

HIS SMILE THO MUST BE LIKE THIS :

he just smiles differently when it’s connected to ZZ. I think no one can deny that. It’s so radiant ✨✨✨

I AM ALSO CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT THIS EXCHANGE MIGHT MEAN: ( the people talking aside from wyb is his staff )

“Those who didn’t know thought that xx stole our boss”

"they're here"

"it's here"

WYB : "Finish xx this afternoon, we will record together tomorrow"

"I have sorted it out and sent it to xx for confirmation, no problem with me

WYB "Good job"

WYB "What time will the filming be, you can tell me when the time comes"

Shoot with who? I mean, I’m not really expecting XZS to share a bts of XZ’s photoshoot because they are together soooo ( based on this cpn ).

The next is his his ( wyb ) staff telling him they will prepare food for him and put it in the car cause it will be hard to eat tomo because of the show and how busy it would be. They said they will fix just small things he can carry and also provide him warmer. Awwww. They are so sweet and caring of Bobo 🥹

AND LAST IS THIS EXCHANGE :

👩🏻‍🦰: “you are really so happy today”

🟢: “im happy every day”

👩🏻‍🦰: “nonono there is a difference”

🟢: “😊”

👩🏻‍🦰: “that’s great”

I’m thinking this girl who commented is probably part of the cast/crew. not sure why i get the feeling, cause the emoji is different form his staff. lol. I’m so giddy thinking about yibo being all radiant and happy knowing that he will be with ZZ very soon. ☺️

LRLG also has a message for us at the end:

Be Safe. Have a long and fun weekend!

What a great treat to all turtles, setting all of us in a good mood before the day of the show. I have no expectations. I’m looking forward to seeing what they will wear and to see the photos. I’m proud of the awards/ recognition they will get — all well deserved. everything else is just a bonus. 💕

-END.

[mirahuyooo]

These Entangled Paths (pt 2) | mafia!bts reaction

[How You Met]  — Hyung Line

— “Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence. In which, you cross paths with a man, who, unbeknownst to you, holds the city by the neck in fear. Your life will never be the same.

Word Count: 4,775 (i-it’s longer than the prev one haha (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ can’t you just tell I’m a slut for hyung line) Content/s: oblivious!y/n, mysterious/sus behavior from the boys (esp yoongs and joon here) lol, meet-cutes?? FLUFF, crack, feels, JOON is called JOHN bc haha, u have an annoying ex here :DDD, blood, sTAB sTAB, cursing, Mafia AU  

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMASSS!!! (it’s xmas now in the ph hehe) Ah yes, nothing spells Christmas like a Mafia AU reaction :DDD (im not feeling particularly festive I’m sorry AHWHAHAh) anyways HERE IS HYUNG LINEEE!!! I hope you guys enjoy reading this!!

KIM SEOKJIN

You were a simple woman. You see an irrevocably handsome man, you respectfully simp from a distance. The stranger had broad shoulders and a gentlemanly aura to him. You caught a glimpse of his face at some point, and you were so taken aback by his beauty that you had to step away and duck somewhere else, intimidated by being in his beautiful presence. 

How could you dare approach him, too?

Compared to the man’s clean, business casual look, you were currently dressed in sweats and a three-day old oversized hoodie at the peak of lazy and unkempt comfort. You like to think that you dress up quite nicely, but it was a Friday, after all. You had to stay cozy and laidback after a long week of hustling. 

Deciding that was enough simping for the day, you head to the cashier with hopeful wishing of seeing the man again when you’re in a more decent get up. 

When you got there, there was no line. It was late, you suppose, and that would mean there are only a total of three people in the store. The young lady at the counter gives you a tight-lipped smile and a not-so-enthusiastic ‘good evening’, but you don’t mind at all. You understand the hustle of having to deal with different people throughout the day. 

You then notice her glancing behind you in between scanning the chips and cookies you were stocking for movie night. There was a sparkle of awe in her once tired expression, and it sort of bums you. Taking a sneak peek behind you, you nearly had a heart attack seeing the handsome stranger you were gawking at earlier. 

Alas, you were not as discreet as you had hoped, seeing as your little crush catches you and was amicable enough to give you a small smile. You manage a smile back, but instantly whip back towards the cashier who was still stealing glances. If you weren’t so embarrassed and flustered yourself, you would’ve chuckled. Girl, same. 

The last of your items were going through, and you fiddled with your hoodie as you waited. “Here you go,” she actually smiles at you this time after finishing your groceries. Ah, so the handsome man has given her motivation. Understandable.

You take the two bags waiting for you to bring them home, attempting to balance them in your arms. The stranger moves forward to help when one bag nearly slipped from your grasp. “Thanks,” you politely smile back at the both of them.

Mayhaps doing your bi-weekly grocery shopping had its perks after all.  

“Everyone put your hands up!”

Or not.

Not even making it three steps from the counter, two men with guns barge into the doors. Startled, you jump, bumping into the man behind you and almost dropping your goods, had it not been for him catching you by the arms with a secure grip. You throw a glance at him with your wide eyes, alarmed with the situation at hand.

Everyone is suddenly so awake and alert. 

The one with the grey hoodie sees the lack of response. “I said put your hands up!” he barked aggressively, as the black masked one focused on the poor cashier girl, telling her to empty out the cash register. 

Having no chance to retaliate, you shakily set your bags down and to follow the muggers’ orders. "Give me your wallet," you were told, and you hand it over with shaking hands, choosing to be broke and alive rather than dead. 

Bad luck doesn't run out soon, however, and the thin gold bracelet your grandmother gave you catches his eye. "Give me the bracelet, too," he tells you, but, this time, you shake your head profusely. You can't. She was the one who raised you—your last family. 

Everything happened quickly. 

You feel the pain shot through somewhere in your shoulder and wrist. Someone had pulled you aside but the bullet still struck you. As you fall onto the linoleum floor, you realize it was the stranger from before, and he doesn't stop his advances in saving you either. 

With a quick but precise hit, he manages to incapacitate the hooded robber, knocking him out on the ground with a bleeding nose, and takes the gun from his hold. He points it at the one guy left before looking at the cashier. "Call the cops," he tells her, before hitting him too. 

The wound on your left shoulder hurts like hell, but you nonetheless  crawl towards the first unconscious robber and hesitantly fish your wallet from him. A few tears run down your cheeks, the weight of the events crashing down on you. 

"Are you alright, miss?"

You look up and see the savior of the grocery store before you with his hand extended out. Coming back to reality, you see that he and the cashier have tied one of the robbers up already. 

Reluctantly, you use your right arm, but still bite back a cry in pain. You were instead propped against the counter.  "Breathe," he tells you, putting pressure against your wound to stop the bleeding. "The ambulance will get here soon. Don't worry."

His words, however, barely register as you watch the cashier tie the last masked man behind him. Suddenly, you feel a gentle caress on your cheek, turning your head away from that sight. "Hey, what's your name?" The man asks you, plump lips forming a small smile. 

"What?" you ask, incredulous. 

The stranger chuckles a little at your expression. "Come on," he insists. 

You soon realize that he's keeping you occupied for the time being. You give a wry smile. "(Y/N)," you hiss at a sudden shot of pain, "My name is (Y/N)."

He smiles more at the progress. "What a pretty name, (Y/N)," he tells you, as the faint sound of sirens reach your ears. "My name's Seokjin. You can call me Jin."

"Are you a doctor, Jin?" you heave. 

"Sort of," Seokjin shrugs, brushing back a part of your hair that flew over your bloody shoulder. 

"Sort of?"

Seokjin goes silent for a few moments. "I was a med student, but I…" he trails off, "I had to drop out."

You notice him holding back a grimace, but you don't say anything. "Oh," you give him a playful yet tired grin, "I don't have to pay you, do I?"

As the paramedics rush in, Jin walks alongside them as they assist you to a stretcher. "I'd do anything free for a pretty lady," he muses, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes in spite of the smile on your face. 

"Sir, I’m literally bleeding, right now.”

 MIN YOONGI

Train rides were relatively peaceful, especially when you were on your way to the countryside. 

However, just as the train’s low rumble almost began to lull you to sleep, the sound of someone rummaging through something woke you up. You open your eyes and see a man with dirty blond hair going through the bag of the passenger you had seen sitting by himself earlier. The man from before was a pale, platinum blond guy in a hoodie, certainly not whoever this man is. 

With the owner currently nowhere to be seen, you took it upon yourself to do the questioning. “Excuse me,” you cautiously began, craning your head and clutching your own messenger bag, “what are you doing, sir?”

The man almost jumps at the sound of your voice. Fortunately, with your sudden intrusion, he wasn't able to get anything from the bag. “I’m getting something for a friend,” he curtly says, “he's in the bathroom.” 

You knew for a fact that the pale man earlier was alone, and while his last statement may be true, you could sense something awry. Could he be a snatcher or something?

Nonetheless, something in you urged you to save the bag from him. “That's cool," you quip, standing up, “he’s my friend, too. What are you looking for then?”

The both of you know that the other is lying, and so a glaring battle ensues. You weren't as intimidating as the man before you, but you held your ground and took the bag in your hands. “Don't meddle with someone else's business, lady,” he tells you, taking a step forward in an attempt to intimidate you.  

You must admit, his towering build and inked skin does the work, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins makes you reckless. “Take your own advice, big guy,” you force a smile, strengthening your grip. 

Just then, an attendant comes by, sensing a commotion in your area. “Is everyone alright in here?” she asks. 

You take the chance as it has presented itself. “Yeah,” you lie through a smile at the young woman, “I was just about to go.”

It was fortunate that the man didn’t seem to want to draw anymore attention towards him. You were able to slip past and almost bolt through the train section, hugging both your bag and the stranger’s. You have no idea why you were doing this. Yes, you’ve experienced getting robbed on a train before, but to run off with a person’s bag makes it feel like you’re the thief around here.

“Oof—” 

You stagger back as you bump into someone, only to realize that it was the owner of the bag himself. He looks at you suspiciously once he recognizes his bag in your hands. You were quick to offer him his bag and explain yourself to him. “Someone,” you wheezed, “tried to—to steal your bag, sir.”    

His eyes followed your finger down the compartment where you both sat in earlier. Something seems to click in his head. “What did he look like?” he then asks, wordlessly taking his bag from you.

You huff, leaning against a wall to compose yourself, exhaustion from the panic and escaping taking a toll. “Tall, dyed dirty blond hair, there,” you take a deep breath, “there was a snake tattoo around his neck I think?”

The man hisses under his breath, before stealing a glance at your hunched figure still trying to catch your breath. “Are you okay?” he asks, securing his bag by shoulder. 

“Yeah,” you attempt to grin, only for it to become a grimace. “Just a little shaken.” 

Watching as the man was still throwing cautious glances at where you came from, you took the chance to explain yourself a little more. “Snatchers suck, been there before,” you tell him, “I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you so—” 

“Fucking bastards,” he suddenly cursed, making the words stop from your mouth. 

“What?” you ask, offended at first, but you notice his attention still wasn't on you. Turning around to follow his gaze, you see the man from before, only this time he brought two of his friends with him. “Oh no,” you gasp, “that’s him.”

Fingers enclose around your wrist just as the intercom announces the arrival at the next station. “Come on,” the stranger ushers you with him, and amidst the rushing people, you two try and lose your pursuers. Your heart beats faster than ever. 

For a moment, you thought that the two of you were meant to leave the train with other passengers, but instead, he pulls you into a bathroom. Even as the train departs once again, the two of you stay and keep quiet, the distant chatter of people filling the already awkward air between you both. 

With the silence so stifling, you decided to break it. “I’m (Y/N),” you whisper, taking a good look at the stranger you just got into trouble with. He almost looks like a cat—seems like a cat, too. 

“Yoongi,” he simply says, scratching behind his ear. 

You don't mind his reclusive nature, but you were hoping for a bit more assurance. You understand the need to hide, and the weight of the situation still worries you. “I’m…” you murmur, “I’m not getting into trouble, am I, Yoongi?” 

Yoongi looks at you, and a second passes as he seems deep in thought. “No,” he finally says, “don’t worry.”

The moment he took to answer your question brewed a little doubt in you, but the way he said those words with such finality has urged you to take a leap of faith. “Okay,” you say, a little relief kicking in. 

The man before you nods, before pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against. “I’ll get out first,” he tells you, doing as he had said and leaving you to wait in anticipation. 

A moment later, a knock comes onto the door. “Coast is clear,” said his muffled voice from the other side, and you exit as the intercom announces that the train is about to reach the next station. 

You look up at him with a small smile. “The next station is my stop,” you tell him, “I hope you get home safe, Yoongi.”

“You too,” Yoongi gingerly nods, before turning to leave. He seems to pause at the last second, however, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Thanks,” he tells you, “for saving my bag.”

That day, you got off that train thinking it's been the closest thing to an adventure you've had in a while, heart pounding from the adrenaline and a certain stranger.

 JUNG HOSEOK

To say that you had very good luck with love would be a lie. You’ve fallen out of love, been toyed with, been ghosted—even the man you had thought you would one day marry had turned out to be a cheater. 

You loved Seungyoon with all of your heart. He was your college sweetheart and the two of you even moved to the city together for your respective professions, but that was in the past—six months ago, to be exact.  

Six months ago, you found out he had second thoughts about getting married and cheated on you for several one night stands. 

Six months ago, you were running to your friend’s house, crying hysterically after you confronted him and he hit you.

Six months ago, you were greeted by him and his mother begging you to forgive him, and you were proud to say that you didn’t.

Else, you’d be dealing with worse things than now. He was a sweetheart before, but now he’s a scumbag. 

“C’mon, (Y/N), hear me out,” Seungyoon whines as he follows you through the streets, having waited outside your new workplace. You have no idea how he managed to find out, when you cut him off of your socials, moved to the other side of the city, and got a new job.  

You say the first thing that pops into your head—a complete and utter lie, but you hoped it’d work. “I have a date to go to, Seungyoon,” you tell him, rolling your eyes.  “Leave me alone,” you practically beg, “I’ve moved on, so should you.”

This seemed to anger him, as he harshly pulled you back by the arm. “You don’t actually have a date right, sweetheart? You just got off of work!” he grins, but it falls as you only glare at him and force your arm out of his grip. You don’t bother telling him anything anymore, whipping around and walking as fast as you can.

You hear him following you still. His shame still hasn’t ran out, it seems. “Don’t go ignoring me, (Y/N)!” he calls out after you. “(Y/N), you can’t just leave!”

“Watch me!” you bark back, quickly walking towards the nearest restaurant to prove your point. The reasonable side of you retaliates, but it was too late for you to go back now, lest Seungyoon was still looking at you and sees through your lie. 

As soon as you enter, you make eye contact with a man sitting all by himself by a corner. His eyes grow wide a little as you continue your march towards him. “Hi,” you force a sweet smile, “please play along.”

The stranger looks at you still, eyes flickering behind you which makes you aware that Seungyoon is still there. You take this as another sign for you to go the extra mile, and sit yourself in the seat before him. There was a certain cold in his eyes, you notice, in the last few seconds of his stare on Seungyoon. It sends shivers down your spine, but you can't really blame him. You were there interrupting his day, after all.

Just as you began to regret your reckless actions, the man eases back to his seat and gives you a smile that takes you aback for a moment. Where did all that intimidating vibe go?

He flags down a waiter, who wordlessly hands him a menu. The red leather and gold details compliment the whole restaurant —compliment him—while you in your white blouse and pencil skirt feel rather dull and simplistic. “What’s my role then, sweetheart?” he then asks, offering you the menu as the waiter pours you a glass of wine. “Lay it on me.”

You flinch at the nickname, which the man before you notices, a light tug down at his lips appearing. You persist, taking the menu from his hand. “We’re on a date,” you declared, before grumbling under your breath, “because my goddamn ex can’t take a hint.”

Your impromptu date chuckles as he must’ve heard the last words. “Ah, pesky boy problems,” he muses, nodding before sipping at the wine glass he had been served. His gaze tingles your skin as he watches you open the menu. “I recommend the steak,” he suggests, but soon waves it off, “Everything’s great, actually. I know the head chef. He’s fantastic.”

Nodding nonchalantly, eyes go wide at the prices you see before you. These are going to burn a whole through your wallet and then some. “So you’re rich, hm?” you playfully muse, trying to hide your shock and grimace. “What a score I’ve landed with a date like you.”

He leans forward a little, giving you a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to worry,” he hushes you, “I’m your date. I’ll take care of it.”

Shaking your head, you refuse to be more indebted to him than you already were. Maybe you’ll just have to be a little careful with money for a few weeks. “It’s alright,” you insist, waving your card. “I’ve bothered you enough already.”

As the two of you stare one another down, he has this calculating gaze that considerably intimidates the utter stubbornness of your own. While your expression pushes forth your decision, he looks as though he's weighing in a lot of thoughts. 

Eventually, he concedes into your stare with a shrug. “Alright,” he sighs, but negotiates instead of giving in. “How about we split?”

The idea doesn't sound too bad. As long as you don't go ordering anything too expensive or try for dessert, then you could handle the conditions. “Deal,” you grin, easing back into your own seat. 

It then came to you that introductions haven't been made yet. You just busted in and sat yourself down. “I’m (Y/N), by the way,” you tell him, “(Y/N) (L/N).”

He smiles, tilting his glass as if to toast for you. “Jung Hoseok,” he tells you, a spark of something in his eyes.

You don't think much of it, turning to the waiting waiter by your table. “I’ll, uh, get that steak he talked about,” you point out with a smile, looking back at him only to see him taken aback but amused. “What is it?” you ask incredulously with a little chuckle.

Hoseok snaps out of it, giving you a reassuring smile as he does. “Nothing,” he tells you, “I was just thinking about how I did not expect my day to go like this, but I don’t mind it at all, to be honest. Some company is always appreciated.”

Your heart warms a little at his words. “I don’t mind it at all, too,” you beam, sipping at the wine. A bougie dinner, a handsome, rich date, and no Seungyoon? You don’t mind it at all.   

 KIM NAMJOON

You weren’t the most proud of the town you settled in, but you didn’t really have the money and guts to go anywhere else at the moment. Alas, a lot of trouble comes in such a town—like a bleeding man by the dumpster at the back of the cafe you worked at. 

The sight of him nearly makes you hastily throw the garbage bag onto the dumpster and rush to his side. “Oh my god,” you gasp, shocked to your core to see so much blood this close.  

Somehow, you manage to get yourself together and lightly tap his cheek, making his eyes sluggishly flutter open. They pierce through your soul, and make your heart beat faster. “Sir, can you hear me?” you ask, “I’ll call an ambulance.”

A weak hand stops you from fishing your phone from your pocket. “No,” you receive a groan in response, and you don't know whether to feel relieved or more panicked. 

“What do you mean no?!” you exasperatedly exclaim. “You’re bleeding!”

The stranger still shakes his head. “Don’t,” he weakly insists, “they’ll find me.”.

Though you have no idea who he was talking about, his state still falls into your hands now that you’ve seen him. A recklessly hasty plan forms in your mind. You knew a thing or two about first aid. You could do this, right?

I don’t fucking know! Let’s just wing this!

You take a deep breath and rest your hands on the man's shoulders. "Hey, do you think you can stand up?" you then ask him, getting ready to support his weight. "I'll get you into the back room, but I need your help, okay?"

The stranger manages to nod, grunting at the strength he had to exert to stand. You quickly wrap your arms around him and guide him to the backdoor of the cafe. It was fortunate, somehow, that it was well over closing time and your coworker had to leave early.

You rest him on the floor for a moment, rushing to fetch the first aid kit after instructing him to keep the pressure on his wounds. He’s still there when you come back, now jacketless, and eyes more open as he scans his surroundings. 

Flashing him a quick smile, you kneel back at his side. As your fingers hesitate to unbutton his shirt, the stranger does it for you. There are shallow cuts, but deep cuts too. “Do you know someone who might be better at patching you?” you ask him to keep yourself busy, a blush forming on your cheeks. “I only know a little bit about first aid.”

A hiss comes from his mouth before he can answer, as you had begun disinfecting the wound on the back of his shoulder. You give him an apologetic glance and wordlessly offer him a towel to bite on, but the stranger refuses. “I do know someone,” he answers your question instead. 

“Would you like to call them then?” you offer, earning a subtle nod this time. Handing him your phone, you continue your attempts as he dials a number. 

“Hyung,” he greets, “Yeah… they surprised me, but I’m fine now…”

His conversation goes on and you do your best to mind your own business as you notice him using vague words to keep his own business confidential. As the call ends, however, you watch in horror as the man slams your precious phone on the ground repeatedly until it flickers for a few moments and dies. "What the fuck?!" you gasp, your bandaging coming to a stop as you’re overcome with the urge to smack him. "What did you do that for?!"

The stranger was quick to shush you. "Keep your voice down," he groans, clutching himself as if to protect himself from your wrath.

Venom drips from your words. "You broke my fucking phone, asshole," you snap, swatting at him. "I’m helping you."

Goddamn it! You would've just given him the landline at the counter if he was going to demolish it afterwards! 

He catches both of your wrists and manages to hold onto them with a firm grip. "I can't risk it," he tells you, matching a stern, almost authoritative gaze to your furious glare. 

You falter at the implication of his words. “Can’t risk what?” you question, but he doesn’t budge, and instead occupies himself with taking care of the other wounds you haven’t patched yet. Your heart races in his silence as the panic starts to set in. "Please, answer me."

Helping out a stranger is something you would never regret, but just what was this man bringing with him? You had expected a mugging, but the sinister mystery of his circumstances tell you otherwise.

The stranger sighs, making you sense a bit of his guilt. “The people that did this to me might trace it to my friends,” he simply tells you. “You’re better off not knowing the rest, trust me.” 

His words, as they turn out, don’t do much to ease you. “Shit,” you grit through your teeth, falling back on your butt as you process what he said. What did I just get myself into?!

Sensing your heaving breath, the stranger rests both his hands on your shoulders.  “There’s no need to worry, (Y/N),” he tells you, shaking you a little to get his words through.

Your eyes widen at your name falling from his lips. "How did you—"

"Nametag," he answers curtly, the two of you glancing at the item pinned on the left side of your chest. The stranger lets your shoulders go as he goes back to dealing with his other wounds. “I return gratitude generously,” he tells you with a smile that reveals dimples on his cheek. “No one will harm a hair on you. I'll buy you a new phone, too." 

His promise does well to calm you a bit. "You're still an asshat for breaking my phone, John," you huff, starting to inch back into helping him.  "You have no idea how many months I spent saving for it."

"John?" was his incredulous question.

A light chuckle escapes you. "John Doe," you tell him, as you start on the gash on his stomach. "You know, the name they use to refer to an unknown man," you further explain, "I figured you wouldn’t give me your name."

John leans back and laughs a little himself. "Ah, clever," 

The idle chatter continues as you both work on his injuries, until, eventually, you make him sit on a stool so you could mop up the bloody mess he left behind. While you were out to get rid of the bloody towels, however, you see a car pulling up in front of the cafe with two men stepping out of it. 

Immediately, you ran back inside. "There’s a car," you tell John as soon as you could.

A deep furrow becomes of his brows. "How many men are there?"

"Two," you pant, "a tall guy with wide ass shoulders and another with muscles."

John lets out a chuckle, and his ease easily transfers to yours too, as a faint knock comes onto the backdoor. You hesitantly opened the door for them, and you were greeted by the men you saw earlier. They look at you expectantly and you throw a glance at the man you've haphazardly bandaged up. 

The wide-shouldered guy checks your bandage work as soon as they come inside. He must’ve been the ‘someone’ that John told you about earlier. “It’s the best I could do,” you nervously tell him, scratching the back of your neck, but you were given an assuring smile.

“It’s alright,” the man tells you as the younger guy goes to easily assist John. “You did a decent job.”

You muster a smile as you guide them out. The car wasn’t far, presumably because they were told that you had taken him through the backdoor of the cafe. "Good riddance, John," you then tell the stranger you had patched up. “Don’t bother coming back with blood on you.”

John laughs, while his two friends are confused with what you called him. “Noted,” he playfully salutes, a thankful glint in his eyes as his parting looms over you both.

Just as the car door was opened for him, he looked back at you one last time. “I’ll get you that new phone, I promise,” he tells you, making you laugh a little. 

“You better,” you half-heartedly retort, and while the better of your judgement tells you otherwise, a part of you does hope to meet John again.

[autumnsart22]

Suna x reader: Final part (smut)

Here’s the final part to my Suna series! I wasn’t satisfied with my fluff version of the ending (which you can read here if you’re interested) so I decided to write a more smutty version. 

Warning: degradation, angry sex, light choking, mostly just a lot of degrading lol

I genuinely think this is the hottest fanart I’ve ever seen of him I can barely look at it without ✨butterflies✨. 

Art creds go to @minghuaa_art on twitter!

Despite Kita seeing you that day in the car, Suna still asked to keep whatever was between you a secret. That was fine with you--you didn’t particularly want a boyfriend, especially with the second semester of college work picking up. You still got to see him pretty often, hooking up in his car or your dorm at least three nights a week or more. Never the frat house; apparently his roommates were annoying. 

It was nice. Easy. Far easier than you ever expected friends with benefits to be. And beyond the sex, you loved talking to Suna; laying together on your tiny bed, legs tangled, while he explained the new music he was listening to, or walking together to the cafeteria as he made you laugh so hard that water came out of your nose. 

The good parts were enough to overlook the bad parts. At first. 

Suna was an abnormally horrific texter, barely ever responding within the day, if at all. If you ever wanted to get in contact with him, you’d have to call directly. And honestly even then he didn’t have the best track record. 

What was more frustrating was that it was always on his time. He would text you asking to hang out that night, and you would say yes, and then he wouldn’t respond until the following afternoon with some vague excuse about being busy. The first few times it happened, you got so mad that you didn’t respond to his calls, until he showed up at your dorm with panda express and forced you to watch Tokyo Ghoul with him. 

He had apologized...but it didn’t stop happening. It made you feel like you were some sort of side whore, who he called when he was bored and had nothing better to do. Like you were second best to everything else he had going on in his life. 

You had promised yourself from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to get close enough to get hurt, but it was hard. You really, really liked him. 

You liked the way he would stare at you while you talked, actually listening and curious as to what you had to say. You liked the way he hugged you after a few days of not seeing each other, burying his face in your hair like he couldn’t get close enough to you. You liked the way he laughed, both the usual, quiet chuckles and the rare snorting wheezes. You liked the way his mouth looked when he smoked, the way he moaned your name when he came, the way he could make you laugh at anything at any time. 

You didn’t want to get the “I told you so” talk from Kiyoko, so you avoided the topic all together: with her, and yourself. 

After one month of hanging out with Suna, you were planning on meeting up and going to see a movie. Both of you were more homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than party, but you had decided that you wanted to try and expand your horizons once again. The movies seemed like a happy compromise. 

The film was something Suna had been talking about for a while, an action thriller that honestly looked like shit but got good audience reviews because of all the flashy fight scenes. He had been so excited when it came out that you hadn’t been able to say no to going, especially not after he pried you with food. 

He was coming to get you at 6 pm, and your last class ended at 3pm, which gave you plenty of time to get ready. You stared at the face of your teacher on the screen within your zoom class, zoning out as he explained the flood system around the school. You glanced over as your phone buzzed, a message from Suna popping up on the screen. 

Suna

Wha u doying rit now?

You

What?

Suna

Sorr little drynk 

You

You’re drunk? 

Suna

im at psrty

You

Are we still seeing a movie tonight?

There was no response, and you felt your stomach drop. You didn’t even notice as your teacher ended class and logged you off the meeting. Suna was at a party at 3 in the afternoon, drunk, and didn’t seem to remember you had plans. You swallowed, shoving your phone aside as you ground your teeth. Why was he so frustrating? 

You stood up, angry at yourself for caring, furious at Suna for making you feel this way, for being such a piece of shit. You knew what party he was probably at--Kiyoko had said she was going at some point--and suddenly you were moving before you could think about it. 

You dressed nice, but casual enough that it wasn’t out of place at a frat party. Sexy enough to make him want you though, of course. 

You didn’t give yourself time for nerves as you strode from your dorm and headed in the direction of the frat house, following a steady stream of people already going in that direction. You knew it was Friday, but how the fuck were so many people already getting ready to party when it was literally 3:30????

It wasn’t overly crowded in the house when you entered, but enough where it was confusing as you wandered through the crowd. You snatched two drinks from the counter, downing them as fast as possible as you searched for Suna in the crowd. You’d need to be at least tipsy before having this confrontation. 

You found him in the living room, sprawled out on the couch next to who you recognized to be Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita, and Iwaizumi--all who you knew through Kiyoko. There were a few others you didn’t know, and they were all clearly drunk out of their minds. 

As you entered the room, Suna met your eyes for a brief moment, but then they moved on without a reaction. He didn’t care at all that you had come to find him, or that he had never responded to your text. 

The drink in your hand trembled, and you walked out of the room without looking back. 

Instead of talking to Suna, you decided to get wasted. An hour after first coming to the party, you were deep in a game of beer pong and you had a pleasant warmth in your gut, the world a little hazy. You felt braver, more angry, and suddenly all you wanted to do was track down that yellow eyed idiot and slap him. 

“Where’s Suna?” You slurred, turning to look at your partner at beer pong. You knew him vaguely as one of the frat boys, Suna’s friend Atsumu. 

Atsumu grinned, raising his eyebrows as he stared down at you. “Suna? Why?” 

You weren’t drunk enough to tell him of your “friendship” with Suna, so you just shrugged. 

“He’s over there,” Atsumu pointed towards the kitchen, and you felt all the blood drain from your face as you followed his gaze. Sitting in a chair, his back to you, was Suna...and on his lap was a beautiful blonde girl with her hands in his hair as she kissed him fiercely. 

You must have made some sort of sound, because Atsuma looked back at you. “You good?��� 

You forced yourself to nod. “I’m...going to go get some fresh air.” 

“I’ll come,” he said, and you decided not to argue. 

Seeing Suna had sobered you up considerably, but your emotions were still a complete mess. All you could feel was a deep, unending hurt. 

As you headed down the hall, Atsumu grabbed your wrist and spun you around to face him. “So...you and Suna huh?” He said, a strange smile on his face. 

“What are you--?” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to keep it a secret.” He took a step towards you, and you raised your eyebrows. 

“We aren’t together.” 

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind,” He gently took your chin, lifting your face. “If I did this?” 

“I--” 

“What the fuck.” 

All the breath wooshed out of you at the familiar voice, which was now laced with anger. Suna stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets as he watched you and Atsumu. He was smiling, but it was icy with rage and...jealousy?

“Suna,” Atsumu grinned, releasing your face but not stepping back. “What do you want?” 

Suna jerked his chin in your direction. “How about you get away from her, and then we’ll talk?”

“Dude,” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “She just told me she was single. I don’t get what the problem is.” 

Suna’s face tightened. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here in the next three seconds, I swear I will break your--”

“Chill, ok!” Atsumu stepped back from you, given you a frustrated look before heading away down the hall. 

When he was out of sight, Suna’s head slowly turned to face you, his eyes dark. “Single?” His voice was a low snarl. 

You swallowed, feeling your anger return full force. How dare he. “Yes!” You snapped, “Since you clearly don’t view this as any sort of relationship.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“So you can go off kissing other girls, but I can’t flirt with Atsumu?” 

“Looked like a bit more than flirting,” he said, teeth bared, before the other part of what you said caught up to him. “And how drunk are you? I wasn’t kissing shit!” 

“Are you seriously lying to my face right now? I saw you!” 

“I didn’t kiss anyone! Do you really think that little of me?”

You clenched your fists. “Atsumu said--” 

Suna was in your face in a second, towering over you as he backed you against the wall. “What did he say?” He growled. 

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him in silence. 

Suna gave a dark chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” 

You barely had time to react before he gripped your chin, kissing you roughly and shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moaned, and the sound snapped whatever restraints Suna had. His hands ran down the back of your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you through the nearest door into a random bedroom. He kissed down your neck as he kicked the door shut, and you gasped as he tossed you on the bed. 

Your eyes slid down his chest and across his toned stomach as he pulled his shirt over his head, completely at a loss for what to do. You could feel the heat pulsing between your legs, making your heart race and your body tremble. But this was wrong. Right? 

You didn’t have anymore time to think about it as Suna gripped your ankles, dragging you to the end of the bed. 

“Why do you still have clothes on?” He snarled, yanking your leggings off and leaving them in a tangled mess on the floor. His eyes darkened as they swept over the pair of lacy underwear you had worn, sliding towards your center where you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. 

He didn’t say a word as he forced your legs apart, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, yanking down your underwear, and positioning one of your legs over his shoulder. You shuddered as his hot breath caressed you, and he ran lazy circles along the inside of your thighs with his long fingers. 

“Fuck…” He murmured under his breath before looking up at you. “Do you want me to--”

“Stop teasing me Suna,” you groaned, shifting your hips, and he laughed darkly. 

“Fine.”

You practically screamed at the first sweep of his tongue, managing to turn your face into a pillow to muffle your noises as he worked around your clit and used his fingers in your core. You bucked your hips up into his face, and his laughter vibrating through your body almost had you coming within the first minute. 

You let out a low cry of protest as he pulled away, raising his head to glare at you. His mouth was covered in your juices, his hair rumpled and eyes glassy. He leaned over you, yanking away the pillow you had been using to cover your mouth and throwing it across the room. 

“What are you--”

“I want to hear you begging for it,” he snapped, and you managed to roll your eyes before he shoved his fingers back into you. 

“You’re so--ah!” You shuddered. 

Over the course of a month of fucking each other, Suna had figured out exactly how to make you fall apart under his tongue and fingers, so it didn’t take long for him to work you into an early climax. Your legs shook, and you let out a series of moans as you came all over his mouth. 

He got to his feet after making sure he had licked you completely clean, gazing down at you with possessive smugness. 

“Why do you look so fucked out already? We’ve barely gotten started.” 

You didn’t even argue as you got onto your knees on the bed, hands sliding into his hair as you kissed him angrily, unsaid words erupting. He allowed you to shove him onto the bed, and you focused on unzipping his pants and throwing them aside, ditching your shirt and bra along with it. His boxers went next, and then you had his dick in your hands, stroking it while Suna groaned. 

“Here,” he panted, tossing you a condom, and you slid it over his cock just like he taught you. You positioned yourself over him, impatient, your knees on either side of his hips as you thrust yourself down on him in one go. You both moaned at the feeling of finally having him inside you. 

“F-fuck,” you gasped, slowly rolling your hips as you rested your hands lightly on Suna’s chest. You went slow, taking the time to feel how deep he reached inside you, the movement on your clit enough to send tingles up the rest of your body. 

Suna watched you ride him lazily, his yellow eyes half closed as he took in the way your naked body shifted to move on top of him. 

“Ha, you’re doing so good...god--you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, and you glared down at him. 

“You make me so...mad…” You managed between pants of pleasure, and Suna raised his eyebrows. 

“You can still talk? I guess I’m not doing enough…” 

Before you could protest, he flipped you over so that you were lying on your back with him hovering over you, his dark hair falling around his face as he gripped your throat lightly. 

“You’re such a little cumslut aren’t you?” He murmured in your ear, and you arched slightly. “Don’t you ever try and fuck someone else again, got it? You’re only allowed to come around my cock.”

You moaned in agreement, and Suna rolled you over onto your stomach, dragging your hips up so your ass was high in the air. He gave you no warning as he thrust back in, practically fucking you into the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he used his fingers to reach around and rub your clit, his other hand running along your breast. You could  barely think through the pleasure, and the only coherent word you were managing to say was his name.

Suna leaned over you, yanking your head back to murmur in your ear. “You’re mine, got it?” His words were rough, and you clenched hard around his cock. You could feel your second orgasm approaching, and he could tell too by the way you shuddered around him. He paused in his motion, and you wiggled your hips in protest, trying to get him going again. 

“Why’d you stop?” You snapped, glancing over your shoulder when he didn’t continue. 

Suna grinned. “Beg for it, bitch.”

He moved slightly, letting you feel the friction, and you gasped in anger and pleasure. This bastard wanted to tease you, make you submit to him…

Despite knowing this, you broke almost immediately. “Please, Suna, please please, I need you so bad--”

Immediately, he picked up his pace once again, adding more pressure to your clit, and you jerked. “That’s a good girl.” 

“Ah, ah, Suna, fuck, I love-- you, ahhh…” You cried, feeling moisture spill down your thighs as your stomach erupted for the second time that night. 

For a moment he stilled, and you bit your lip in tired confusion. Did he want you to beg again? You weren’t sure you had another round in you. 

You looked over to see him with a shocked expression on his face, but it quickly melted into smugness again once he caught you staring at him. “Of course you love me while I’m fucking you like this,” he growled finally. “It’s because you’re such a slut for it, right?” 

Your mouth dropped open, but you didn’t have time to say anything as he started moving once again, making you yelp at the overstimulation. Had you said you loved him? Out loud? Oh my god…

“Have I fucked you stupid already?” he purred in your ear, pulling out of your dripping cunt before slamming back in and picking up his pace. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips back to meet his as all thoughts flew from your head. 

“S-Suna I--” You could barely speak, it felt so good, despite the fact that you had already come. Twice. 

 He began to pant in your ear, groaning as his grip on your hips tightened.“F-fuck--” He grunted, arms sliding around your waist as he jerked and came. 

You both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, and Suna easily pulled the condom from his dick before tying it and tossing it in the trash. After a long moment, you rolled to your feet to padded over to where your clothes lay--until you realized that your leggings had a massive rip in them. 

“Suna!” You cried, holding up the fabric. He raised his eyebrows, and had the decency to at least look vaguely guilty. 

“Sorry.” 

“What do I wear?!” 

“Here.” He threw the shirt he had been wearing earlier at you, and you gave him a glare.

He had already wiped himself down with the tissues on the counter, and had pulled on his sweatpants once again, leaving him shirtless. His eyes swept lazily down your still naked body, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, and you crossed your arms in annoyance. 

“Suna,” You snapped, but finally pulled his shirt over your head, not seeing another option. “I’m going to go get cleaned up,” you said, before heading out the door without waiting for a response. 

The bathroom was thankfully right down the hall, and thankfully empty. You didn’t feel very guilty about fucking Suna when you should have been communicating in a healthy way, but you definitely still felt mad. 

After you had wiped all the fluids from your inner thighs and core, you headed back to the room to grab the rest of your stuff. 

You found Suna on his phone lying on the bed, but he looked up as you came in. 

“Where are you going?” He said as you gathered your stuff, and you huffed. 

“Back to my dorm.” 

“Wait,” he lunged out of the bed and grabbed your arm. “Don’t go.” 

“Now you want to spend time with me?” 

“Just...stay. Please.” 

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “Fine.” 

His expression relaxed into a happy smile, and he dragged you onto the bed with him before flicking out the lights. You weren’t sure what time it was exactly, but you were sure it was far past two in the morning. Your eyelids drooped as Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

You were right on the edge of sleep when he murmured, “Did you mean it?” 

Immediately you were awake; you knew exactly what he meant. “U-um--” You hadn’t worked out any of the problems between you two, and you were sure he didn’t feel the same way. How were you supposed to admit to loving him like this?

“It’s fine,” he finally muttered. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” 

You swallowed. “Yes. I did mean it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you felt Suna tense around you. 

“Really?”

You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say it. “Yes... I love you.” 

You felt his sigh against your air, ticking the little hair on the back of your neck. His hand slid across your stomach while the other gently began to stroke your hair, and the movement had you relaxing despite the tears that had built up at his lack of response. 

You closed your eyes and set it aside; you would deal with it tomorrow. Now, it was time for sleep. 

“I love you too.” You heard, so soft that it was almost just a breath of air.  

It was probably just a dream.