#i didnt spin the cotton

[toofypigeon]

look what i made

they can't stand up by themselves but whatever!!!!

[david-box-art]

It took me like 2.5 hours in between fucking up and half unfucking my prep for the cotton I got in a pill bottle, finding out I'm not yet one of those people that can just hand spin a bit and use that as a leader (thats the yellow) and discovering a) this really does need a lot of twist and and b) "medieval style"/twiddling/grasped spinning is *probably* not the best choice for it because of that and I'll need to look into supported style, but i made mt first handspun! It's YARN! Or thread! Depends on where you look! Lol. It's spun! I'm so excited

[serejae]

ID NEVER FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - summer love with bnd. TW: loser bnd

w.c : 1409

for this anon :) | @onedoornet

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SUNGHO :

sungho was at the carnival with woonhak after woonhak begged him to go.

“stop being a old man and come with me” woonhak begged as he tugged on sunghos shirt and that was sunghos last straw

you can offer him money, threaten him, but DO NOT call him old.

so now he was waiting in line for the basketball game as woonhak enjoyed his cotton candy, glaring at woonhak he looked up and saw you with your friends who were pointing at him as you stared. as you both made eye contact your lips quirked upwards and so did his, you were beautiful how could he not?

as the line progressed woonhak kept dragging sungho up not knowing what the old man was distracted in, sungho then realized it was their turn to play so he started to shoot the basketballs in order to impress you taking slight glances to see if you were looking. the younger boy put two and two together and realized what was going on.

woonhak turned over to you and yelled

“hey! he likes you” while pointing at sungho making sungho loose a bit of grip on the basketball but he caught it

mumbling a “shut up” to woonhak, woonhak rolled his eyes as he turned back to face sungho as he ate his cotton candy

“i like him too!”

sungho and woonhak turned their head IMMEDIATELY.

“me?” sungho shouted to you

“yes you!” you shouted back

BONK

he didnt pay attention when looking at you and didnt realize he was simultaneously shooting the basketball and as a result of not watching his movements the basketball hit him straight to the head

he held his head as he walked away from the game while woonhak ran to get ice

“are you okay?” you asked making him look up

gosh he was going to pass out

you kneeled down to get a better look at him making his breath hitch

“i like you”

“what?”

“go out with me”

RIWOO :

(imagine icecream worker riwoo…)

riwoo dreaded each summer, he hated going to the sticky and barely insulated ice cream shop he worked at during the summer. but he knew he needed the money to save up for his getaway trip.

the weeks went by normally, boring, angry parents, annoying kids, until you

his eyes perked up as he watched you watch towards the shop and silently hoped that you would order something instead of walking past. riwoo adjusted his shirt and checked his looks through the mirror before turning back to see you standing in front of him making his breath hitch

“uh, how can i help you?” he said trying to keep his voice steady

“can i get a scoop of strawberry please?” you asked making him go heart eyed. your voice was so heavenly

“yeah sure…thats my favorite!” riwoo smiled as he scooped. he was lying

his favorite was that alien flavor they only sell at his shop (but you didnt need to know that)

as he handed you the ice cream he purposely slightly touched your hand while smiling before ringing you up

“alright can i get your number?”

“my number? for what?”

“oh its needed for points…”

“ah i dont think ill come back, i dont go out for ice cream often-“

“please put your number in.”

as you told him your number he smiled writing it down

“arent you suppose to put it into the ipad or something?” you called him out making his eyes go wide

“oh yeah, totally” he coughed as he leaned on the counter slightly tripping pressing random buttons into the ipad

“if you wanted to ask-“ you were then cut off

“lets go out.”

JAEHYUN :

(LMAOOO IM CACKLING)

he didnt know how he got here, but his uncle scored him a job as a mascot for a furniture company. but he cant lie though he enjoyed the job….

jaehyun stood outside waving the banner that waved to the store spinning it around while dancing dressed up as a couch. he was having the time of his life singing songs about the store that he made up while freestyling dances. but as soon as he saw you across the street he froze, jaehyun ran his hand through his hair while clearing his throat trying to act nonchalant after embarrassing himself infront of a baddie. he then saw you walking across the street to him making him panic so his first response was to turn around while using the sign to cover his head

he felt a tap on his shoulder making him wince a bit before he turned around and saw you. for a second he thought he got ran over and died because gosh, you were gorgeous.

“excuse me, i think your signs facing the wrong way…” you laughed

jaehyun looked down and his sign was in fact facing the wrong way. it wasn’t facing the pizzahut rather than the furniture store

“ah silly me” he laughed scratching his head “maybe thats a sign we need to get pizza together”

shit

that came out smoother then expected

laughing at his charm you walked away, when you suddenly heard him call for you

“cmon! im not that bad, lets get pizza!”

-

so now you were sitting infront of a couch with cut out for jaehyuns face where he smiles proudly as he spoke

summer maybe wasnt going to be boring after all….

TAESAN :

taesan sat on the beach reading his book with his headphones in while every so often looking up at the people around the beach. when he turned he saw you laying on your beach towel reading a book while listening to music the same way he was

the way the sunsets light beamed on you from every angle made him stare. its not like he meant to but he couldnt help it

everything about you made him curious

did you do this often?

what were you reading?

what were you listening to?

how fast can he make you his partner?

woah there.

just then you sat up and looked over at him making his cheeks go red at the embarrassment of being caught. he looked back down at his book and tried his best to ignore you

“hey”

dont look up.

dont respond.

ignore.

ignore.

ig-

“hey” taesan said looking over at you

gosh you were even prettier when he got a full view of your face

“what are you listening to?” you asked looking down at his phone connected to his headphones

he quickly turned his phone on to check the song

“black star, radiohead” he smiled slightly

“i love them!” you smiled back

okay now u were fr the love of his life

“really?”

“yeah im listening to glass eye right now” you said showing him your phone

you both scooted closer to each other and slowly through the conversation

books were forgotten

he took out his headphones

you took out yours

and it was just you two with the sunset painting you both

LEEHAN :

leehan was browsing for a new friend for his fishes

this placed was his new home, all the staff knew him

they knew his name

his fishes name

his-

he didnt know you.

as soon as he walked in he noticed you standing at the cash register organizing some stuff, but couldn’t recognize you.

were you new?

he didnt know much about you but knew you were a angel. you looked like the epitome of a perfect fish tank in a human form

so as he browsed the tanks he kept taking small looks at you through the tanks wondering if he should go up to you

now you, very concerned see a man (very handsome one) staring at you repeatedly through the glass not knowing it makes his eyes and face look weird. so it was kinda funny seeing his eyes go big then small and his face go wide to a v shape through the glass

after leehan picked his fish buddy he went up to you to collect his human buddy

“can i get the corydora in the tank in the back?” he asked softly

you nodded and grabbed your supplies while walking to the back. he pointed at the fish he wanted and watched you scoop it into the bag

“you like fish?” he asked

you paused at the question

“a little i guess”

“well i like you”

“WHAT?”

“HUH?”

[comet-forgot-you]

heyy idk if you're taking requests, but could you write River x reader where she's more dominant?? and maybe reader is more feminine?? I'm obsessed with River...

ofc bae, kinda hard to write for fem reader bc im more masc, so if this is bad im so sorry :[

remember

dealer!river x fem!reader

summary: river loves leaving you hanging, but she just thinks you’re so hot :(

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap use, top!river, orgasm denial, marijuana use, fingering, oral, teasing, river takes a picture, rivers a lil mean. like a lot a little. lots of cursing idk, lmk if theres more! do not repost this work as your own.

a/n: this took me so long to write lol, im sorry anon 😭. i kinda dont like this, i tried im sorry. anyway i kept accidentally writing amber instead of river and i literally don’t know why. enjoy :D

the air of river’s room was humid, the sounds of you panting being the only thing heard over the blaring music of the ongoing party outside of the room was the sounds of your pants and river’s endless remarks.

“gonna cum? already? we haven’t even been here that long,” her strap is bottomed out in you as she whispers the words mockingly in your ear. you whine against her jaw, hips struggling to keep up with the quick pace river had set.

"m' sorry," your words are slurred, thoughts jumbled together, the only thing the actually makes sense in the moment is river.

river chuckles, pulling back to get a better look at you. "what? my cock making you feels so good you can't even speak properly?" she asks mockingly, rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“riv.. please lemme,” your sentence is cut off by a shaky exhale. “lemme cum. please, riv.” a knock comes from the door and you hold back the cry that threatens to escape as river halts her movements and pushes herself off of you.

“what?” she yells, head snapping to the door. she glances down at you, your eyes brimming with tears, hips trying to grind down on the strap still nestled inside of you.

“you have a client,” a voice yells from the other side. river holds your hips down, your head shaking “no”

you knew how this would play out. river would be a huge fucking tease all night, hands crawling up the skirt she picked out, whispering dirty words in your ears, kisses on all the spots she knew drove you insane. you knew that if you didnt cum now, you wouldn’t until everyone left.

“please, river, don’t- fuck,” river’s thrust into you, your own moan cuts your words off.

“i’ll be right there,” she yells back. your eyes widen and river’s lips curl up into a mocking smile. “be a good girl, yeah? get dressed and join the party,” she mumbles. she pulls out of you and you whimper out at the emptiness.

“riv,” you whine her name, hoping to draw her back in. her eyes never leave yours, that stupid smile doesnt leave as she tucks the strap back into her pants.

she leans down, pressing kisses from your thighs to your jaw. “cmon, baby, dont wanna make the customer wait forever now, do we?” she pulls back slightly, her face so close to yours, you want nothing more than to kiss her. she grabs something off of her bed, and once she starts strapping it to your thigh, you know what shes about to ask you. “hold this for me, hmm?” its not really a question, though. you know she’ll tuck the lighter into the thigh garter whether or not you say yes or no.

shes off of you in seconds, heading to the door and looking back at you with that stupid smile. you groan. god was it going to be a long night.

—

river’s endless teasing and “innocent” words had you dripping. the cotton covering your cunt was stuck to your folds. you hated how much of a tease she was. every single movement she made had your head spinning with want.

even now as you sat on the couch, room filled with guards that were there solely to make sure things didnt go south, your legs draped across river’s thighs, she was still teasing you. hands trailing against the soft fat of your thighs, that pit in your stomach had yet to cool down, there was no way you could wait until the end of the night for her to fuck you.

river reaches into her pocket, taking out a small cigarette case she put joints in instead. she looks at you for what feels like the first time since you left her room. “you got a light, baby?” its a dumb question, really. she knew you had one, after all, she was the one who had tucked it into the thigh garter. you nod and river wastes no time sneaking her hand under your skirt to fish the lighter out.

she acts as if there werent eyes on her at all times. she brushes against your clothed cunt and it takes everything in you not to whimper at the feeling. she quickly grabs the lighter before removing her hand and lighting the joint hanging loosely from her lips.

you cant focus on the words she says to the client, only on the movements she makes. the way her jaw flexes as she clenches when the man makes a stupid remark, the way she stares him down like hes nothing, like he cant do anything. everything about her radiates so much power and confidence.

as soon as the guy leaves, you press yourself up against river, hand on her thigh as you lean in to whisper in her ear. “need you s’ bad, mamas. need you t’ fill me up again. please? i’ll be so good i promise.” your words are filthy, but every word was the truth. you knew exactly what buttons to push to make river fold. you knew that if you kissed her jaw, or left marks across her neck, she’d do anything you asked of her. so you did exactly that. holding her jaw with your free hand, you leave a cluster of red marks that would soon bloom to a shade of purple. river grips your thigh, a rush of hear spreading throughout both of your bodies.

“god, y’know just how to rile me up, dont you. so fuckin’ needy.” you smile against her neck.

“cant help it, mamas,” you mumble. the name makes her close her mouth to prevent the groan that threatens to escape. but you feel the vibrations against your lips. she stands, guiding you out of the room, leading you through the crowded hallways to her room.

your back is against the door in an instant, her lips against yours as she tries to undo the belt around her waist with one hand, her other eagerly groping at your tit. you whine at her neediness, it matches your own and your hands fly to the belt to try and help her. your kisses are so messy and hungry, its hard to think about much of anything else. you manage to unbuckle the belt and slide her pants off. she makes quick work of undressing you, guiding the two of you to her bed. her strap pressed against your clothed cunt and your moaning against her lips.

“fuck, river please just,” you groan, arching up into her as her lips attach to your nipple, “jus’ fuck me, mamas please. need you t’ fill me up,” you a whining mess. amber pulls your soaked panties down your legs before parting your legs to look at the mess between your thighs.

“fuck, you’re so fucking wet, y/n. were you that fucking needy for me?” you whine, trying to close your legs, but her hands keep them spread. “nuh-uh, you don’t get to hide it now. not when you begged me to fuck you in front of my guys,” she sounds so mean, you swallow thickly, worried you had genuinely upset her. but the way she wraps her lips around your throbbing clit, you know its not genuine. your moans echo off of the walls, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds, hyperaware of the crowd of people just outside of the doors.

two of her fingers sink into your cunt, her other hand pulling your hand away from your mouth. “don’t do that, let them all hear how good im fucking you. let em know you’re mine.” she laces her fingers with yours, her lips returning to wrap around your clit. her fingers curl up into your cunt and your fingers lace into her hair.

“fuck, river!” your hips are bucking up into her her warm mouth. “gon’ cum, you feel so good.” she squeezes your hand, and your gushing around her fingers. she’s quick to lap up your juices before standing to tower over you. she presses her fingers against your lips and you take them in your mouth to suck your juices off of them. shes rolling your nipples between her fingers, her strap prodding at your entrance. you buck against it, your cunt sensitive after the orgasm river had just given you.

“need you to fill me up river,” her voice is mocking your previous words. “need you so bad, god im just such a fucking slut i just cant wait for you to fill me up,” her words cause tears to prickle in your eyes. did you really sound like that? were you really that needy? her strap pushes into you, her lips wrapping around the plush of your tits to leave marks that she’d be taking so many pictures of later. the familiar stretch of your cunt has any thoughts of insecurity rushing out of your mind in an instant.

“riv,” you whine out at her slow pace.

“riv,” she mocks in a high pitched voice. “what is it baby? not enough for your needy cunt? need me to be pounding into just to be satisfied?” your eyes roll back as she bottoms out. a tear slides down your face. you cant tell if its from the pleasure or from her words. river had never been this.. mean before. you didnt mind, the pit in your stomach growing with every word.

river’s movements speed up. her strap fills you up so good, hitting spots inside of you that have you seeing stars. her mouth feels so good against your body, her hands keeping your thighs parted. “so fucking pretty,” she groans against your jaw, her breathing heavy against your skin.

“feels s’ good mamas, fuck,” your thighs shake against her hands, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with every single move river makes.

“yeah? gonna cum again? so fuckin,” she shudders when your fingers brush against her nipples, “fuck, so fucking needy. this cunt is practically sucking me in, shit,” she exhales sharply against your skin. you can tell she’s close to hitting her own high with the way her thrusts get sloppier and her breathing gets shakier

“fuck, river,” your moans are loud.

“c’mon, cum for me, go on,” your high hits just as river’s does. her strap stuffed so deep inside of you, “did s’ good,” she mumbles against your ear. “so fuckin good, shit,” shes rolling her hips against yours, trying to make both of your highs last a little longer. she lifts herself off of you, admiring the sight beneath her. “fuck,” she groans lowly.

she reaches for her phone off of the night stand, snapping a picture of you in your fucked out state. “so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

Captain John x F! Clown Lolita Reader

(with a pet crocodile)

Romantic HCs and mini-fic

[Tw: clown stuff, Captain has some... interesting.. nicknames, Mini-fic includes tons of death. Ya use acidic cotton candy to melt peeps n stuff.

THERE IS MENTION OF CIRCUS ANIMALS, THEY ARE NOT REAL IN THIS FIC. I DO NOT SUPPORT OR CONDONE THE ACT OF ABUSING WILD ANIMALS FOR ENTERTAINMENT.

Your pet croc is NOT considered a circus animal, you share a good relationship and you take care of it unlike how circus animals are treated.]

Outfit for minific (feel free to imagine a different color scheme):

🎪 He thought you were really fuckin weird at first, especially with a croc wearing a clown collar following you around.

🎡 You definitely grew on him though, lemme tell ya. He loves the croc now too.

🐘 Bro finds you hilarious! You're able to make him laugh without even trying

🎭 but the crush REALLY hit him when you surprised him with some snacks and a balloon animal.

🍿 He talked about you a lot to Steve. He was happy to hear at first but after a while he was just flat-out irritated that John wasn't confessing to you.

🎠 You eventually confessed by attaching a love note and cotton candy to your croc, and having it give them to John.

🍭 Later on he had someone bring you to his office. He sat you down as your croc jumped on his lap.

🔮 "So... you have feelings for me, huh?"

"..yes sir, i do."

"Heh, never though you felt the same, sugartits."

John smiles at you before plucking a small piece of cotton candy off of the giant cone of it you gifted him and eating it.

"Haha... quite a cruel joke, sir...... er- was it a joke??"

"Nope, it was not. You're mine now, babe."

He gets up and put his hands on your waist before he kissed you on the forehead. You give him a hug after kissing his cheek.

AND THATS HOW YALL GOT TOGETHER

🎢 and yes he calls you "Sugartits" on a regular basis. No matter how you identify... hes calling you that. (Unless you ask him not to)

🎪 Hes a good dad to your croc. Gives it lots of back scritches.... and enemy corpses.

🎡 He loves how fluffy and full your skirts are. He'll have you spin for him among other things. You're pretty, you're cute, you're his silly princess, and he loves you.

🐘 Despite how silly you are, Captain thinks you're the hottest person on earth.... which you are.

🎭 He honks your nose

🍿 Pet names are; Babe, Lovey, Sweet Cheeks, Sugartits, Tiger, Dove, Cookie, Jellybean, and Circus Peanut

🍭 For that very reason, the past months you've been working on some acts... deadly acts. Along with fatal treats to give out.

🎠 Because he loves you so much, John is very protective of you. Obviously. Yall are in a war, why wouldn't he be protective? But lately hes been feeling stressed af so hes even MORE protective.

🔮 Balloons that drop people from extreme heights, an electric whip, acid spraying flower, amall robotic animals that maul anyone in sight (didnt have enough materials for life sized ones), hoops with extendable blades, and a pair of uzis in case things go wrong.

🎢 As for the snacks, you made acidic cotton candy, exploding popcorn, Snowcones that freeze people from the inside, poisonous Funnel cake, expanding circus peanuts that choke people or break their stomach, lots of things.

🎪 So you packed up said items in a huge backpack, put on a cloak and followed John and his team to wherever they were going.

"Dying of Laughter"

You followed John and his team to the other team's base, they then split off into different sections, hiding behind rubble and in ditches. Everything was in place.

Were they ambushing them, mayhaps they were trying to get the upperhand over something? In the midst of your thoughts you see the other team starting to leave, so you jump out into the clearing before John can give the team permission to fire.

"Wait- who the fuck is that?!"

"Uh hi??"

"Whats with the fucking bag?"

"Hey dude is that your mom under that cloak?"

"Very funny, shut it."

Murmurs spread across the atmosphere like a virus on both sides. John was confused and perplexed, is this another enemy, who the fuck is this person, is it a person??

"HEY!" He shouted towards you, you turn his way to acknowlege him.

"Who are you!?"

".....I suggest saving the questions for after the show, sweetie."

He recognized your voice immediately, and radioed his team to hold their fire... but he still didn't know what you're doing out here.

Now the figurative stage is yours. You throw off the cloak as robotic doves fly out, revealing your attire.

"Helloooo~🎶 Its been a long time since i've had an audience, it feels just like it used to.... other than the fact that i'm in a fucking post-apocalyptic war."

That last line earned a few chuckles from the audience, you take that as a sign to keep going.

"But of course, I can't sustain you on jokes only, so i got tricks too, and snacks. After all, we gotta add some spice so things aren't boring, hehe, thats what she said."

Almost half the audience guffawed at the jest, including John. While they were distracted, one of your robo-doves delivered a note to Steve and John.

'Don't eat the snacks. And do not engage in the acts in any way. They are deadly.'

They quickly relayed the message to tthe rest of the team. Captain knows what you're doing now, and he loves it.

"Now what do do first.... anyone have requests?"

"Balloon animals!!"

Perfect. After making and handing out said balloon animals to the enemy team upon request, you moved on the the second act.

"So.. animals! We don't really see them anymore, do we? Quite sad, I loved them... i still do. And i managed to acquired some!"

Your robotic circus animals came out of your bag and did their routines. Some interacting with the enemy team, gaining their affections.

The rest of the acts went smoothly and without issue as well. Everyone was happy and enjoying your little displays, time for the sillystring to catch fire.

You let out a laugh of your own before you pull out a red button. You go over to John and give him a kiss, then sit on his lap. His face is bright red. You give a smile before you cheerfully say to the other team...

"This was fun, it really was. But enough with the games... this is war, goodbyyyye~🎶"

And with the press of that button, everything goes haywire. People are melting, exploding, suffocating, freezing, being mauled, just dying in general.

Hours later you're skipping back to base alongside John and his team, happy as a clam. There weren't as many casualties as usual, and you finally got to be on the front lines with the love of your life.

It was after you got your pajamas on that you were summoned to John's office.

"Hello, honey!~🎶 what do ya need me for?"

"Can we... talk for a second?"

"....did i do something wrong, did you not like the show, dearie?"

"I did, and that was very clever! I'm proud... but worried at the same time. Babe, you really put yourself in danger out there! In fact you still are!"

"What do you mean, love?"

"Sweet cheeks, now that they know what you look like and who you are to me, they will actively hunt you down if you so much as take a step out of base."

"Ah.... shoulda thought of that... sorry John, I really wanted to help. You've been stressed lately and i figured some support would take some weight off your shoulders."

"Heh.. I appreciate it sugartits, you really did help us out there... hey maybe you can support me in a different way."

You laugh at his teasing before you give him a hug and pepper his face with kisses.

"Okay, Circus Peanut. Its time for bed, by the way, what happened to all of those weird little animals ya made?"

He questioned as he lay down beside you on your shared cot.

"Oh, i have them stored in some crates behind the showers. If its okay, I'd like to control them from base to help you more, I added speakers so i can talk to you too."

"That sounds amazing, dove... goodnight, I love you."

You give him a kiss before you close your eyes.

"Love you too, sweetie.."

Lmfao the end. this is very cringe

Requests are closed, also why tf do my fics always end with you falling asleep-

Thanks for reading :)

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Ralph + 🎠🎢🎪🎡

what a cute set of emojis!! as soon as i saw them i got some ideas c: i love carnivals and fairs so i hope this is something like what you were looking for 🖤

Ralphie had been just dying to plan a special day for the two of you, and with the weather getting nicer he knew it would finally be the perfect time for him to plan something special

A day spent at the fair with the person he loved

Nothing sounded more magical to him than going on the ferris wheel or the carosel with his girl right by his side

Going to all the little game stands and winning you any little toy or trinket your heart desired

He couldnt wait to take the walk with you down to the freshly set up boardwalk for the fair, and he made sure to tell you exactly how to dress to make sure no bothersome men could see up your dress while going on the rides

As soon as you opened the door he was all smiles

He wrapped his arms around you in an excited hug and once he set you down he admired the adorable outfit you had picked out for that day

A romper that had been absolutely perfect for the weather, and in your favorite color no less!

Along with a comfortable pair of shoes and the cutest hat atop your head to shield from the inevitable heat of the summer sun

He had nearly pulled you to the boardwalk, almost spoiling his suprise from being so excited but he knew he had to do his absolute best to keep himself from ruining your special day

As soon as you could see all the bright colors and hear all the cheers and shouts from the other patrons along the boardwalk you were so excited for the day Ralph had planned

Your first task was to just do a quick lap around the boardwalk, seeing all the rides and games and treats there were to offer the two of you, and there was plenty of entertainment to last the whole day!

Tilt-A-Whirls, carousels, ferris wheels, and of course the beach had been open for the day

Not to mention all the wonderful treats and games

Candies, chocolates, sandwiches, and all the fresh produce from the farmers stands looked so delicious you didnt know where you wanted to start

Ralph had suggested a few rides first and you figured it would be the best option

You didnt want to get an upset stomach on those rides after eating all those snacks

Your first stop was at the tilt-a-whirl, Ralphies favorite ride

He just loved how fast it went, and of course he loved how closely you were pushed up against him each time the ride spun

Hearing his giggles as the ride started to spin made your heart absolutely melt

He felt just like a kid again, and he was happy he got to share one of his favorite memories with his favorite person

Once the ride was over he of course wanted to go again, but you suggested you grab a quick bite before going on any other rides or attractions

But how could you possibly choose from all the wonderful treats people were selling?

Ralphie told you not to worry about a thing, today was your day to have fun, he was treating you to everything your heart desired

You had picked out a treat each for yourselves and a few little snacks for you to try

Cotton candy, fresh strawberries, and Ralph insisted you grab some popcorn to share together

(And toss a few pieces to the seagulls from off the pier)

As the day had gone on you went on every ride at least three times, but you both had agreed to wait until sunset to go on the ferris wheel

It would be so romantic to watch the sun set on the water as you reached the top

You giggled the whole walk there, keeping your eyes peeled on the coast to make sure you got in line just at the right time

Ralphie was a gentleman of course and held the gate open for you to step in and as soon as the ride attendant shut the door and strapped you in his arm went right around your shoulder

He wanted every single person on that pier to see that you were all his

He had the prettiest girl around and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to show you off

Especially when everyone along the pier could see the two of you right at the top

Your eyes stayed glued on the sunset, the both of you anticipating your turn for a stop at the very top

All Ralphie could do was smile at you

You looked so beautiful with the golden glow of the sunset reflecting in your eyes and your lips curled into the smile he loved to see so often

As soon as you got to the top, you admired the sunset before feeling the soft touch of Ralph’s hand caressing your cheek

He turned you to him and gave you one of the sweetest kisses you’d ever felt, and it may have been the mixture of butterflies and cotton candy in your stomach but you felt like you could float away right out of your seat

You smiled to one another as he slowly pulled away, the cutest pink blush on his cheeks as he whispered to you

“Would you hate me if i shouted something from all the way up here?”

You giggled and promised you’d never hate him, and that’s when he turned out to the crowds on the pier and shouted from the top of his lungs:

“I’M IN LOVE!”

You giggled as you heard the cheers from a few people on the pier and as your turn at the top came to an end you gave Ralphie a sweet kiss on the cheek

He had hoped to bring you along the next year, and that he was able to share another special moment with you like this for many years to come

[milkweedman]

Promised to show the stuff i got from the fiber festival i went to with @rival-the-rose (i.e. look at how little restraint i showed in a huge room filled to the brim with wool). Also, look, yes, I probably deserve to be judged somewhat but in my defense, a lot of this was actually very kindly gifted to me and the rest of it is the result of showing up with probably more cash than I should have because i got paid in cash the day before. So. This could have happened to anyone.

5 oz (142 g) of Dyed locks (unknown breed), plus 1/2 oz (14 g) of dyed border liecester locks

1.3 oz (37 g) very soft sparkly batt, 4 oz (113 g) braid of bluefaced leicester roving, 4 oz (113 g) ball of very shiny corriedale top

TOP: 3 oz (85 g) of assorted bits of carded wool, breeds unknown, very soft.

BOTTOM: 1 oz (28 g) of cotton. It's been carded but looks like it has some seeds still. Not sliver though, which is the only way I've worked with it before.

24 oz (680 g) of assorted rovings. Shiny stuff seems to be mostly merino, nonshiny stuff was unlabeled wool. The merino is pretty much just for blending.

Spindle ! Was super cheap because the vendor didnt know what kind of spindle (we both agreed it must be a supported spindle of some kind, since it's way too heavy to use in the air and spins supported for a long time). I was doing some research last night trying to find out what kind, if any, of supported spindle this is, didn't see much of anything with a notch like that. It spins really nicely though, super pleased I got it.

1 oz (28 g) of silk caps, plus 2 oz (57 g) of silk brick, and a few small bags of dyed caps and noil.

5.2 oz (147 g) of really nice carded merino fluff.

10 oz (283 g) of carded fluff, very short staple and breed unknown. The person selling it to me looked stricken when I said I was a spinner and not a needle felter because it was 'too short to spin'. Happily untrue, it works great for long draw without any additional processing. Has the texture of a good soft down breed.

And lastly, a raw shetland fleece that weighs at least 3 pounds (1360 g), hard to say for sure because it doesnt fit on my scale.

[chim-aera]

I guess I like your eyes

I want to tell you things.

but the words are trapped in my throat.

I long to show you things, take the moon from her silvery spindle and weave you the cosmos.

but I can't.

I'm small, and tired, but never hopeless, perhaps. as I've been told, reiterated through my skull a hundred or thousand times.

"you're not hopeless,"

am I not?

then give me hope.

please.

I'm begging, but that doesn't offend me.

it doesn't bother me.

I've never been that prideful. pretentious, sure. vain, sometimes. but underneath is the longing, sinking, grasping need to be loved.

i've never thought of my pride as a tall striking figure sticking it's nose up at the mere notion of shame.

no, I'm no way far that self sure.

I am small, yes, and tired, I'm growing older every second.

and you,

you.

I was fine before I met you.

I didnt ask to feel this way (but oh how I did)

I longed to the sky gods, oh please let me love. even if it is never returned let me at least so much as taste it.

you let me, yes.

but at what price?

I was fine before I met you.

I should've expected this.

I am in no need of pity, but I am in need of care.

I have been flitting by on torn off wings, hemmed together crudely by spinning thread.

they shiver and shake, but never shatter.

they get the job done.

oh how you could rip them so easily from my back.

watch as the blood trickles down my shoulderblades.

staining the earth like hawthorn and raspberries.

would you laugh?

(you'd never)

but even then could I make myself hate you.

we're similar, you and I.

we're both fighting, perhaps different wars.

are we winning?

I want to tell you things.

things like how your smile makes me feel alright again.

how your voice sets my reeling, grasping mind back into orbit.

are you the sun? (no,)

I am the moon, or perhaps a star,

waiting, patiently for my glittering demise.

perhaps I will create new galaxies when I finally shudder my last breath.

or maybe I will simply cease from existence.

a final nod of delight and wear-wasted worry before my soul elipses into the universe.

but you.

there's you again.

I dont want to get too poetic.

but it's too late for that, I am writing you poetry.

I do not wish to confine you, place you on a pedestal, crown your glories and grossly disregard all your shadows and scars.

I'd like to know all of you, if you'd show me.

I sense sadness, it laces my soul as well.

but we are not meant for each other.

I am far too fickle, fragile,

but I am unwavering in these emotions.

they stay steadfast anchored to you even if it drowns me alive, the water pours in through my throat flooding my windpipe, how long will I have to suffer but I will not struggle once.

let the ocean consume me I'll grin at my fate and sink slowly into the sea.

I don't let others love me.

how could I expect you to?

I gaurd myself, center myself in corners, near exits, near hills.

so I can dart and run and flee when they get too close.

when the fingers linger at my open wounds, tracing the cuts that never healed.

no, I'm not good with affection.

I can offer it, but in fractured closed-off and gentle notions. in ways I am so careful, I will only come when called. beckon me on churchbells on windchimes on daybreak.

and like a sprite I may appear.

but not sugar-sweet and cotton-down, but thorn-sharp and grinning, blood-bitter and fern-wise.

I can offer help. I can offer comfort.

but I am no siren, perhaps I'd prefer to be.

I am a selkie, trapped between realms.

do you have my coat?

I have not seen it in a while.

oh how I'd let you keep it, hide it from me, bind me to this mortal hellscape.

tell me you love me, that you look into my eyes and see solace and starfire.

but as you would I believe I would crumble.

smoke-soft and fire-bright I would fall into ashes through your fingers.

into tears, sea salt, and agony.

I have gone this long without love, I believe the softest note of affection would cause me to truly shatter.

I would not be able to take it.

how could someone want me?

I understand of course,

but there's always a bitterness held in my mouth.

an aftertaste of rot and honey.

am I cursed of either two fates?

equally terrible and equally tragic.

will I forever be the dryad, petals in my footsteps, rabbit-eyed, deer-footed, my hair golden like a halo of sun, my eyes watercolor and shifting. mist and daybreak, fated to be wanted. fated to be sought.

but I will flee, unmistakably.

chased down by longing hearts I do not wish to harm them.

and as Daphne before me, I will fall to the dark embrace of Mother, let the ferns and the fungi and the worms and the shrews take me. they'll be kinder, I know.

or the other end?

I will chase my demise, flirting with death until they notice me, until they take these broken bones and kiss me, all enchanting, all empowering as the belladonna and aconite stains my soul.

icarus reaching and straining on melting wings to the lover that sent him to his watery grave.

but oh, there's a sickness in this allegory, I just realize.

both ill-fated lovers fell at the hands of the same golden god.

are you him?

perhaps I've always been twisted into a dark self preservation and self destruction.

a phoenix burning herself alive to taste eternity.

ouroboros consuming his own tail.

I'm quite fond of metaphors?

oh can you tell? can you tell?

so tell me,

what is my fate.

stars, gods, cards, and trees.

whispers and ruins what will be the death of me?

I long for love. (doesn't everyone?)

honestly, that's all I ever truly wanted.

a softness that can ease these burning bones of mine.

but I will mend others how I wish to be mended.

I'll tend to my books, to my studies, to my plants, to the stars.

when infinity is over perhaps they'll give me a nice seat from which to rest with them.

not next to orion, hopefully, I'd wish to remain in Artemis' good graces.

but yes.

you have lovely eyes, I believe I lost you.

I never had you, nor your heart, nor your attention.

I'm merely something of curiosity to most who encounter me, a strange speck of insanity and irony, earth-old and riddle-ridden.

try to ruin me, wrap your hands around my throat Death, as Life guides me by the arm.

I am somewhat here.

fluttering like a moth heart, beating like a bird song.

tell me what it is to live.

but yes, as we reach the end of this cacophony of condolences.

I do like you, yes.

in ways I cannot describe.

but in the very least, I do like your smile.

and your laugh makes me feel a small bit lighter and less dead seated to the center of the earth.

and your voice is a symphony of hope.

you gave me hope.

that's all I've ever asked for.

hope and love.

but at least I've been given one of those things.

godspeed.

I wish it to you, I'll bear a sword and mend your wounds.

I'd dress your scars and tend to your brokeness.

but in the meantime

yes,

I like your eyes.

[anglswon]

FIEN. lee haechan

IN WHICH you finally find a new plug to feed your addiction but he’s annoyingly attractive… and your ex.

seven. friendly reminders

You finally arrived to the place you used to call home. Memories filled your head of your reckless childhood and you chuckled as you knocked on the door.

The door swung open and revealed a disheveled man.

You sighed, “Hi Dad.”

Your lips pursed into a thin line as he rolled his eyes and motioned for you to come inside.

“Oh Sweetie! You didn’t tell me you were visiting!” Your mother exclaimed, her hands immediately wrapping around your body.

“You’ve gotten skinnier since the last time I saw you” She huffed, “you need to eat better.”

She motioned for you to follow her to the dining table and sit down as she went and grabbed an extra plate for you.

“Hyunwoo! Come down here!” She could hear her father shout and she flinched slightly, his raised voice bringing her way back.

And there they sat. The four members of their tight family sitting around the table eating dinner together, just like the old times.

But it wasn’t the same.

“Oh, Y/n I didn’t know you were back. How’s school?” Hyunwoo asked, a slight irritated tone in his voice.

You sighed, you knew you weren’t wanted here by anyone in this room. Why did you even bother to come?

“It’s going fine.”

Your dad scoffed, “you’re failing half your classes. It’s not going fine! We pay for those classes and you’re wasting our money.”

Your expression faltered. “I’m only failing one and that’s because—“

Your dad slammed his hand against the dining table and stood up. He pointed a finger towards you threateningly. “No excuses. You either pick your grade back up or you’re leaving college.”

You nodded as you bit down on your bottom lip. You could feel that sore feeling in the back of your throat that tightened.

“Excuse me,” you breathlessly mumble as you left the dining table to leave to then bathroom.

Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you closed the door, hoping to muffle out any of the yelling that happened outside the door but it didn’t work.

“All she does is drugs and drink alcohol she’s ruining our reputation! Do you not hear what the community says about her behind our backs? How is she supposed to take over the company like this.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, the tears effortlessly rolling down your cheeks as you slid down against the door of the bathroom.

Your phone vibrated against you but you didn’t even check and instead immediately turning it off.

You wiped your tears as you took one last glance at your face, your makeup was ruined and the black mascara you had coated your lashes with built up underneath your eyes.

You took a cotton swab and wiped it away, sniffling quietly.

You made it back to the dining room and swiped your keys off the table, scowling at your father, “I’m leaving”.

He glared right back and scoffed.

They all stared as you left the house and got in your car, starting the engine, and rushing towards the nearest bar.

Hours passed and without realization, you were drunk out of your mind. Your head was spinning and you could barely mumble out sentences. It wasn’t until the bartender had noticed your state and she had called your most recent contact to pick you up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m a bartender at — and your friend here is very very drunk. She needs a ride home, think you could pick her up?”

“Oh yeah for sure, I’ll be there.”

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[crookedbirdwizard]

The Pros and Cons of kubet dv

The Joe Loss Orchestra 75 And Still In The Mood The Legend Lives On!

In 1930 a talented musician aged 21 decided to form a dance band, and hey presto, the countrys, if not the worlds, longest serving entertainment unit was born and has been doing jus that non-stop ever since! The Joe Loss Orchestra now directed by Todd Miller is still appearing countrywide to this day.

I say entertaining because Joe always said, although we are in the music business we are also entertainers. When Joe became ill in 1990 he asked Todd to take over the Orchestra and not one booking was cancelled. Todd himself joined the Orchestra in 1972 and is now regarded by many as one of the best front men in the business.

It was in 1969 that Joe decided, for financial reasons, that he would reduce the personnel to ten musicians and three vocalists. He felt that when the moment was right he would re-assemble the big band. Indeed to this day there are many musicians playing in present day big bands who appear in the Joe Loss Big Band whenever the band is booked.

On the subject of big bands and their leaders there is an amusing story relating to Joe and Billy Cotton. It appears that one morning just after the end of the war, Joe arrived home after a gig just before breakfast. Having had a quick cup of tea and still in pyjamas and dressing gown, who should be knocking at the front door other than Billy Cotton with a brand new motor car. He insisted on taking Joe for a spin and although the weather conditions were pretty grim, bitterly cold and with thick snow off they went into the surrounding countryside. Unfortunately, before too long the car ran out of petrol (it still being rationed that time didnt help) and Billy left Joe in the car whilst he set off in the quest for a garage. There sat Joe as cold as ice and with teeth chattering when along came the local trang kubet chính thức bobby. Pushing his bicycle, he enquired as to why Joe was sitting in the car in freezing weather wearing his pyjamas and dressing gown. Joe informed the police constable that he was Joe Loss and that Billy Cotton had gone off to try and get some petrol. By the look in his eye the constable was finding it hard to believe such a story, until Billy re-appeared with a can of petrol and convinced the sceptic that the story kubet osasuna was indeed true! The constable cycled away with a smile on his face with two prized autographs in his notebook!

But I digress. It was with an eight-piece band, playing in the style of Oscar Rabins Romany Band at the Astoria Ballroom, that Joe took the first steps to becoming well-known. His growing popularity brought him a job làm giàu từ kubet at the Kit Kat Club where he made many of the BBC outside broadcasts. During his time there he raised the personnel to 11 plus a young lady vocalist a croonette as they were known. She made her first broadcast singing Red Sails In The Sunset the top hit of the day in 1935. She was only 18 and in years to come became the Forces Favourite none other than Vera Lynn.

After a long residency in London Joe began to tour the music halls, as did many bands of the day. During the war he took the band to entertain the troops around the UK and eventually to France and Holland. In 1946 Joe began a regular residency in the Isle of Man from May until the end of September, which lasted until 1959. With the coming together of the ITV companies Joe and the orchestra became the house band for ABC and opened up all of the television regions throughout the UK during the period from 1956 to 1960. They were to be seen regularly on television often up to four times a week. This was followed by a long phần mềm hack kubet residency at the Hammersmith Palais until August 1969 broken only by an 18-week season at the Empire Leicester Square and 12months at the Lyceum in 1967. They then moved on to the Empire until November 1970 at which point Joe decided to retire. He told Sam Watmough, the current manager of the band, who joined in 1956 that during the meeting he was to inform the band of his decision.

Joe opened his speech saying Gentlemen, we shall be leaving the Empire and Mecca in 6 weeks time on November 30th. This brought Stan Pickstock, lead trumpet, to his feet, Stan had been with the band since 1961, who said, bloody great, now we can get back on the road, at which point the band applauded.

Joe however was taken aback and said, I didnt think you would want to go on the road again, but if you do thats fine. So the Joe Loss Orchestra was back on the road once again and had remained so ever since.

When Joe first became too ill to travel To0dd fronted the Orchestra until Joe eventually retired on January 31st 1990, two weeks before his 81st birthday. Joe passed away on 8th June, many thought that the Orchestra would not carry on without him, how wrong they were! They remain one of the most popular and busiest bands in the country. To quote Sam Watmough, who had been Joes manager phần mềm hack ku casino for 30 years, I knew what Joe wanted and we are still proud to be known as Todd Miller and the Joe Loss Orchestra. As Todd himself says, We must be doing something right!

[nychticpyrhic]

I worked at a fair yesterday, and I was in charge of the cotton candy. Of MAKING the cotton candy. This was (depending on your world view) the best and worst decision Mr. Boss Dude could make.

Throughout my 4 hour shift, I told everyone that the cotton candy was magical, and this required magic words. I continued spinning my lies as if they were cotton candy. This was the finished product:

“Do you want pink or purple flavoring?”

Person would answer. I would grimace because the end result would look the same color. We had mixed the powders.

“Alrighty. Now, this cotton candy is ✨magical✨. But because magic is unpredictable, the color doesn’t change, but I promise the flavor is different!” *I would pour the stuff in and start the machine* “Now, I tend to have trouble making magical cotton candy, so I need you to give me some magical help. Magical help comes from magical words. Can you think of any magical words?”

Person would shake their head.

“That’s okay, I have a few. Abracadabra, alakazam, oogy boogy, hocus pocus, and bibbidy bobbidy boo. Take your pick! If cotton candy starts flying out, that’s when you know you need to start saying magical words. If it hits me, say 1 word, BUT IF IT HITS YOU, say 2.”

*wisps start flying* “Ahhhh help help help the wisps are flying!! Say the magic words!!”

They say magic words. If their cotton candy is lopsided, I tell them their abracadabra was lopsided.

Extra: We called the cotton candy by many names, including fairy floss, unicorn hair, candy floss, and spun sugar.

I had cotton candy on my arms and in my hair. For a little while I had a beard.

I had grown adults saying bibbidy bobbidy boo, but that wasn’t the best part. I even got TEENAGERS to say it.

Each time it worked I was surprised, because I didnt believe any of what I said, yet somehow I was able to properly spin the cotton candy. It was like magic.

[valkyriecrane]

Liminality (The Owl House - Collector!Luz fic idea thing idk?)

It takes 26 seconds for a teenaged human girl to bleed out from having her femoral artery severed. Luz wasnt sure why this was the first thing that went through her mind when Belos’ blast slammed into her thigh, but there you go, the human brain really does have a mind of its own sometimes. 25 Seconds now, she thought, as her breathing slowed down, heart beating loud in her ears. Time seemed to stretch out, the gaps between the seconds getting longer and longer. Luz was dimly aware of the fighting around her, a last stand of the rebellion in an attempt to thwart Belos’ draining spell. Hunter and Willow, back to back against a dozen scouts, bolts of golden energy and strange plants of death flying out. Amity, Lillith and Eda facing off with a pair of coven leaders, abominations clashing against the brute strength of the construction coven leader. She had maybe 20 seconds left at this point, her red blood pooling on the ground, filling runes, flowing through crevasses in the skull of the titan. As she collapsed to her knees, head beginning to spin, Luz looked up at Belos. At Philip. “Honestly Luz, it was a remarkably good effort, your little attempt to stop me. Almost made me have to change my plans” He spoke in that same kindly old voice, laced with the malice of 400 years of hatred and and scheming. “However, it ends here, for you, for your little rebellion, for the witches.” A snap of his fingers, and the land itself seemed to flow at his command, binding the rebels to the ground with no apparent effort at all. A glyph drawn with her own pooling blood ignited, sending a blast of fire at Belos, which he ignored completely. Maybe 15 seconds. She felt light, woozy, shadows seeming to twist and bend around towards her. Amity’s smile flashed before Luz, a fast fading memory of a night below the stars, staring up at the sky together, nothing seeming to matter in that moment. Belos said something, she couldnt hear it anymore over the cold feeling flooding her chest. Eda, King, Willow, Vee, Mum. Luz felt all those faces as her body crumpled, regret filling the space her blood once flowed through. Five, maybe six seconds left if she was lucky.  Her face slammed into the dirt. It didnt hurt. In the corner of her eye she saw Amity crying, tears streaking down her cotton-candy haired girlfriends face, as she was held there, powerless to do anything but watch Luz bleed out into the ground. Human blood mixing with Titan’s flesh. One second left. One breath between life and death. Time stopped, and Luz floated, in that in between state, no longer living but not yet dead. As she looked, she saw a shadow flit over to her, moon and sun framing a round, childlike face. “you know,” The Collector spoke, in that innocent, child-like voice. “It’s not too late Night-light, you still can save them from this plight.” He flitted round  and round, their body contorting in new ways. “All you have to do is let me in, and together I’m sure we win.” “But you’re working with Belos?” Luz gasped out without breathing, speaking without words. “When he said we’d play I supported this day, but now I see, he just wants to slay. So Noceda, what would you give to stop him, and save them.” “Anything.” “Well then,” They reached out a hand to Luz. “I guess we have a deal.” “You didnt rhyme that time.” “I do that cause it’s fun.” “Ah” She grabed his hand. Time Resumed. Amity watched as her awesome girlfriend died, locked in place by Belos’ spell, unable to do anything. Tears streaked down her face as she screamed in anger. Then there was a flash, dark and light spinning around Luz’s body. A momentary expression of Shock flashed over Belos for just a split second. The lights faded, and Luz stood. Falteringly at first, like a newborn colt unused to legs. Luz’s body stood, and the two beings inside smiled, as her face began to glow, a crescent moon forming. “Hello Phillip[Hi Belos]” two voices spoke at the same time from her mouth, as magical energy warped and flowed around her like bolts of pure lightning. “This Ends Today[This Begins Today]” Luz and The Collector declared, as they formed a staff out of nothing, and attacked. So yeah, this has not been beta read, is a horrible plot bunny that will probably never happen, but it wouldnt leave my mind so I wrote this in like 20 mins total.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 13: A Game Of Hearts

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, drama

WC: 11.8k woooo hold onto ya butts 

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, stalking, a creeper being creepy, a little blood, jungkook is confused about human fEeLinS and is having a crisis, jungkook is mean, mina is mean, everyone is heckin mean, a cute kitten so beware, tae is trying but ya know he’s just a dumbass, this chapter is a gd mess guys so I'm sorry. I think that’s it... let me know if i missed anything i should add. 

If you see a typo no you didnt.

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A chill goes down his spine as Jungkook watches you smile at him and skip closer while taking a little bite out of your cotton candy duck. 

"I-"

"Is...it...done?"

Jungkook swallows thickly and clears his throat before turning and walking toward the entrance of the fair. 

You stop skipping and watch Jungkook curiously. 

What is he doing?

You saw him answer the phone and then a look came over his face, something you couldn't decipher. He was smiling a second earlier...

Now he's leaving the fair...

Panic surges through you as you freeze, your sweaty hands gripping your cotton candy and teddy bear. 

Is he leaving you?

Why is he leaving you?

You're about to run after him when a hand grabs your arm. You don't even have time to turn around and see who it is before you're being yanked into a crowd. 

You fight back as you turn to see a man pulling you through the swarms of people.

What the heck??

You try to pull away again but he keeps his hand gripped tightly around your upper arm. 

You can't see his face because he's turned away from you and is wearing a black baseball cap.

"L-Let go of m-me," You huff out, squirming around. 

A few people give you and the man weird looks, but no one comes to your aid, even when you look at them in distress. 

Once the man has you behind a popcorn stand where there are no people, he stops. That's when you lift your foot and bring it down on his toes, hard. 

"Ah! Fuck!" The man curses and lets go of your arm for a second. 

You take that opportunity to stomp on his other toes before turning to make a run for it. You're a few feet away when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you backward. 

"AHH! HEL-mmfmmf!" 

Your scream is cut off when he smacks a gloved hand over your mouth. Your eyes wide with fear, you shove your cotton candy back and end up poking him in the eye with the stick. 

He hollers for a moment but quickly shuts up and continues to drag you further away from the fair. 

The lights and sounds of people laughing slowly start to fade away. 

-

Jungkook steps out of the entrance where no one is hanging around, then he takes a deep breath before answering. 

"It's done."

"Why didn't you contact us?" Mr. Ling asks darkly. 

"I tried to, no one answered. I assumed you had skipped out with the rest of the money once the job was done." Jungkook answers smoothly, even though his insides are churning with anxiety. 

"Huh," Mr. Ling sounds genuinely confused.

Thank God.

"Well, where is your proof?"

That makes another wave of anxiety flow through Jungkook, his head spinning as he tries to think of something to say. 

"What proof would you like? I was finished a while ago. I sent you a picture, but I never got a response."

There's silence on the other end as Mr. Ling seems to be debating on whether to believe him or not. Then, a gravelly sigh comes through the phone. 

"I suppose you already deleted the picture and disposed of the body?"

"Of course, I'm not an amateur."

Mr. Ling sighs again, as if this whole situation has given him a headache, "I apologize, L. I was under the impression that you had failed the hit. Apparently one of my men is to blame, seeing as they never reported the picture to me or the client."

Jungkook waits quietly for him to continue, and he does, "I'll be sending out my men to confirm the hit is finished. After that, we can meet at the same place so I can give you the rest of the promised price. Is that alright with you?"

The infamous hitman is speechless for a minute, confused that it worked. And why was Mr. Ling sounding so hospitable all of a sudden?

Something doesn't feel right. 

"Sounds fine. Let me know when, I'll be there."

Then Jungkook hangs up. 

Jungkook doesn't dare to even breathe, still at a loss for being able to lie his way out of that one. 

But not for long. 

Mr. Ling's men are going to find out that you're still alive, then they're going to take matters into their own hands. 

How long does he have?

A week? 

A day?

Jungkook closes his eyes and breathes deeply for a second, letting it out slowly. 

When he's composed himself, he puts the phone back into his pocket and walks back into the fair, thinking up yet another lie to tell you so you don't question him leaving suddenly. 

Jungkook walks back to where he was when he got the phone call, but you aren't there...

He looks around, but you're nowhere to be seen. 

Maybe you found a bench to sit on and wait for him?

Jungkook walks further into the fair, moving through the crowd of people as they all mill about. He looks at his phone and sees that it's almost eight-thirty. 

Fuck. 

Where are you?

"____?" Jungkook calls out experimentally. 

He gets no answer and he still can't see you anywhere. 

He grabs the closest person to him, a man who looks to be around forty who's here with his teenage daughter. 

"Excuse me, sir?" Jungkook speaks over the music and constant chattering. 

The man looks at him with a slightly peeved expression, "What is it?"

"I'm looking for a girl. She'd look to be around twenty, her hair is in half pigtails and she's wearing a yellow sweatshirt with a teddy bear on it. She's also probably carrying a purple teddy bear and a cotton candy duck,” Jungkook says in a rush.

The man gives him a strange look as he shakes his head, "I haven't seen anyone like that around here-"

"Oh wait, dad, I did!" The girl, around fourteen, grabs at her father's arm. 

Jungkook looks at her, his chest lifting at her words, "When did you see her? Where?"

The girl looks thoughtful for a minute, "Uhm, I think it was about six minutes or so ago? She was with a man. He had her by the arm and was taking her somewhere. I thought she was my age and her father was scolding her, so I didn't say anything..." The girl looks guiltily at Jungkook who's now panicking. 

Had Mr. Ling already sent his men out before calling him?

"W-Where were they going?" Jungkook asks her frantically. 

"I'm not sure, I'm sorry," The girl looks like she feels terrible, "I saw them heading toward the popcorn stands, that's all I can remember."

Jungkook thanks her quickly and turns to hurry towards the popcorn stand, wishing with all his might that you're just getting some popcorn and that the girl was mistaken. 

When he reaches the stand, he looks around and around, but you're nowhere. 

"Fucking hell," Jungkook mutters anxiously. 

What could've happened to you?

He moves to get behind the stand, but all he sees is darkness and a few bushes. 

"____?" He calls out. 

He steps further into the darkness, then he feels something under his foot. He looks down to see a white paper stick with the remnants of yellow and orange cotton candy on it.

His stomach twists horribly as he bends down to pick it up. 

"____?" He calls louder this time, but again, all he can hear is deafening silence. 

-

"Who are y-you?" You ask, your arms crossed over your chest as you shiver from the air that's begun to chill. 

You're sitting by a tree trunk as the masked stranger paces, one hand over the eye that you poked with the cotton candy stick. 

He looks up at the sound of your voice, then he sighs and reaches up to remove his mask. You gasp when you see the face of the young man from the train station. You knew you saw him earlier, you had just assumed you were imagining things. 

"Please, don't be scared of me," The man pleads as he gets to his knees in front of you. 

"W-Who are you?" You whisper the words once more, your voice shaking with fear. 

"My name is Kihyun. And I'm not the one you need to be afraid of ____," He looks into your eyes, silently begging you to believe him. 

You look back and forth between his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest from the fear consuming you. 

What does he want with you?

How does he know your name?

Is he going to kill you?

But you say nothing. 

Kihyun looks at you sadly and sits back, "____-"

"How d-do you know m-my name?" You ask, finally finding your voice. 

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that we get you as far as we can from Jungkook-"

"____?" 

You both look over at the sound of Jungkook's voice calling your name from a small distance away, your heart soaring as Kihyun's sinks to his feet. 

He jumps up and grabs your arm, starting to drag you off. 

But you scream before he can get very far, "Jungkook!! Here, I-I'm h-here!"

You hear the sound of someone running before Jungkook crashes through the bushes and comes face to face with Kihyun holding onto your arm, frozen in his place as he stares at Jungkook. 

Jungkook's eyes narrow at the young man as he walks over. To your surprise, Kihyun doesn't move as Jungkook comes up and rips his hand from your arm. 

You stumble back and watch in fear as the two of them continue to stare at each other. 

Finally, Jungkook is the first to speak. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He practically growls. 

Kihyun glares back at him, "I think maybe you ought to tell ____ who you are first, Jungkook."

Jungkook takes a step forward, a warning look in his eyes. 

"____, call the police," He says without taking his gaze from Kihyun. Then, he directs his words to the stranger, "If you even think about running-"

That's when Kihyun breaks into a run, disappearing as fast as he appeared. But this time, Jungkook is right on his tail. 

You scream when you hear a giant thud, then you run over to see Jungkook on top of Kihyun as the two men punch, kick, and scratch one another mercilessly. 

You scramble for your phone, but then realize that it isn't in your pocket. It must have fallen out when Kihyun was dragging you away. 

What do you do now??

You look back at the two fighting and you start to hyperventilate. 

"____! Call the- call the police!" Jungkook shouts, struggling to keep a hold of the writhing man beneath him. 

"I- I- I-" You can't...you can't do anything. 

You aren't sure why you can't move. You're frozen. 

"____!" 

Suddenly you burst into tears as you crumple to the ground and curl into yourself. 

Jungkook hears a heart-wrenching sob as he finally pins Kihyun to the ground in a stable position. 

He turns to look towards you and that was his mistake. 

Kihyun lifts his head and smashes the back of it into Jungkook's nose. When Jungkook stumbles back, Kihyun leaps to his feet and darts away. 

Jungkook is holding a hand to his bleeding nose, groaning for a second before he sits up and sees a blurry image of the stranger running into the darkness. 

His head is spinning. 

Fuck he's gonna be sick. 

Jungkook turns and immediately retches, his stomach heaving out everything in it as a result of the dizzying concussion he undoubtedly has. 

Once he is finished, he turns to see you in a ball on the ground. 

Jungkook pushes himself up, swaying on his feet for a second as he hurriedly makes his way over to you. 

He gets to his knees in front of you and rubs at his eyes with the back of his hands to make the blurriness go away. 

"Fuck, ____ I'm sorry-" He mutters as he fights the urge to touch you and comfort you in some way. He has blood all over his hands, so it's not like he could anyway. 

You look through your fingers at him and Jungkook can see your whole body shaking uncontrollably. 

You sniffle and pull your hands from your face to reach out and cup his, "Y-You're hurt..." You whisper tearfully as you watch Jungkook shrug, his hands still cupped around his nose. Thankfully the bleeding has mostly stopped. 

"I'm fine," He whispers, embarrassed that you've seen him like this. 

You shake your head and stand up shakily, "S-Stay right th-there-"

"No!" 

You jump at his sudden response. 

Jungkook backtracks and shakes his head, "Sorry, I just-...I don't want you to leave my sight again...please."

You nod slowly after a minute, then you walk over and help him to his feet. You place one of your arms around his waist, "Ok, l-let's get you c-cleaned up."

You don't mention anything about the freak out you just had and Jungkook doesn't want to bring it up for fear of triggering you. 

But he wants to know what happened.

- 

On the way back to the fair, you find your phone and BonBon on the ground. You grab them, putting the phone in your pocket and holding BonBon's hand in one hand as you continue to help Jungkook with the other. 

He had shyly protested several times that you didn't need to help him walk, but you insisted. 

You end up finding some paper towels and wetting them for Jungkook to clean his face up, then Jungkook phones the police to let them know what happened. 

You sit on the bench in the middle of the fair that's quickly emptying of people.

Jungkook is a few feet in front of you, a frown on his cut lip and a red mark on his cheekbone as he recounts what happened to the police officer on the other side of the phone. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook hangs up and walks over to you, who's hugging onto BonBon tightly. 

He huffs out an annoyed breath, "They said there wasn't really anything they can do. There are a lot of people named Kihyun in Seoul alone, so without the last name they'll have a hard time finding him."

"B-But I saw his f-face," You protest quietly, stuffing your face into BonBon's head. 

"They don't care," Jungkook says bitterly, "They won't do anything because police are useless."

"They're s-supposed to b-be the good guys," You whisper, barely loud enough for Jungkook to hear you. 

"I know." 

Jungkook turns away from you, not able to stand seeing you so scared and betrayed that the police won't do anything. 

A moment later, Jungkook turns back to you, "I should get you home."

You nod reluctantly and stand up as Jungkook does. 

The walk to the car is silent as a grave and you're aching to break the silence. 

But you have nothing to say. 

Once you make it to the car, you hurry and get in, buckling up quickly as Jungkook does the same. 

He pulls away from the fair, the lights and music fading away as he turns a corner and gets onto the main street. 

You stare after it longingly and Jungkook has to literally drag his eyes away from you. 

A few minutes into the ride, you make Jungkook jump in surprise when you suddenly speak, "Th-thank you, J-Jungkook."

He feels his face heat up for no reason known to him as he simply nods, choosing not to say anything. 

The rest of the ride passes by in silence until Jungkook pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

He shifts the gear into park and the two of you sit there for a moment, neither of you speaking. 

You look over to see Jungkook gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles almost white. A sinking feeling appears in your stomach and you look away. 

Jungkook turns to you then, "Are you okay, ____?"

You nod, but he can see the unshed tears threatening to spill. 

"I'm sorry," He whispers, he doesn’t know what else to say.

You force a smile onto your face and turn to see him watching you, "I'm o-okay, Jungkook...r-really. You d-d-don't have to apologize, you did no-nothing wrong."

Jungkook turns to look out the front window. 

Oh, how wrong you were. 

About so many things. 

But he couldn't tell you that.

"I'm sorry I left you alone...I-...I got a call from Taehyung," Lying to you so unashamedly makes him sick to his stomach. 

"It's ok-kay."

No, it's not. 

You hear him take a deep breath and let it out through his nose. 

You should go. 

"Th-Thank you a-again, Jungkook. I h-had an amazing time," You say honestly, despite the last half hour it truly was one of the best days you can remember. You unbuckle and grab BonBon, then you open the car door and hop out onto the asphalt. Jungkook watches you, but he can't get his idiotic self to say anything. You turn and smile at him, then you wave. He gives you a weak smile and waves back, watching you as you struggle for a moment to shut the car door. 

"___," Jungkook calls out to you. 

You look at him, "Y-Yes?"

"Can you..." He chides himself for being so tongue-tied right now, "Could you text me when you get inside?" 

You nod with a smile and he feels his heart speed up just a tiny bit. 

No, no it didn't. 

You eventually are able to shut the door, then you start skipping down the walkway towards your apartment. He keeps an eye on you the whole time until you're out of his line of sight. Then he sits there, anxiously awaiting your text. 

Not a minute later, he hears a ping in his pocket. 

Jungkook scrambles for his phone, unlocking it and seeing your message on the screen. 

(duck emoji): i'm inside~ and mina is here too 

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief as he texts a quick reply. 

Alright, have a good night. 

You respond immediately. 

(duck emoji): you too, thank you for everything today :) 

A soft smile finds its way to his lips and he sends the last message: of course, before putting his phone down and pulling out of the parking spot. 

_______________

"____, I'm going to murder him and then kill you with his dead body."

"M-Mina," You pout at your fuming best friend after you told her what happened before you left the fair. 

"No, ____. I knew this would happen," Mina paces the living room in frustration as you sit on the couch with BonBon in your arms. 

"Mina, it w-was a good d-day-"

"A good day?! You were dragged off by some crazy stranger because that idiot left you alone-"

That upsets you. 

"Stop it!" You raise your voice, taking her by surprise, "I t-told you, he g-got a phone c-call." 

"I don't care-"

"You n-never care about an-anything I have to s-say! I'm not a b-baby! He wasn't ba-babysitting me! He's allowed t-to take an im-important call if he wants or n-needs to!"

Mina stares at you in shock as you stand up, still clutching your teddy bear. 

"Nothing th-that happened w-was his fault!" 

"____-" Mina tries to backtrack but you're already on a roll. 

"You're m-my best friend, M-Mina...You're s-supposed to support me."

"I do-"

"No, all y-you do is t-try to say bad things ab-about the boy I like-"

Mina narrows her eyes at that, making you step back and hug BonBon tighter. 

"I knew it. I knew you liked him."

You huff out in frustration and sit on the couch again as Mina runs a hand through her hair, "Damn it, ____."

"W-What?" You snap, refusing to look at her. 

"I told you, you can't-"

"Why??" You stand up again, moving closer to her, BonBon forgotten on the couch. 

"Jungkook isn't worth it-"

"Who a-are you to d-determine his worth?" You ask in disbelief, "You d-don't even know h-him."

Mina scoffs, "Neither do you."

"I'm l-learning more a-about h-him every day," You look at Mina with hurt in your gaze and she looks away, "Why can't y-you treat m-me as an equal?" You whisper brokenly. 

Mina looks at you in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You th-think I'm incapable of m-making my own decisions. Y-You're only a year older than me, I'm n-not a baby."

"I don't think you're a baby because you're younger than me, ___," Mina reaches out to you but you step back. 

"I'm j-just an invalid t-to you."

Mina's heart breaks at your words, "___, no-"

"I didn't...I didn't a-ask for this," Your voice is barely above a whisper. 

Mina's frown deepens, "___, stop. You are not an invalid to me, I swear."

"Everyone calls me s-stupid, I'm n-not stupid."

"No, no you're not," Mina steps towards you again, but this time you stay in your place. You're not even looking at her anymore, you're looking past her. 

"___-"

"Y-You don't get t-to decide who I l-like and who I don't," You whisper angrily, your eyes filled with tears. 

Mina sighs, dragging her hands down her face, "____, I'm just worried about you."

"Then s-stop worrying a-about me."

"That's my job, as your best friend," Mina reasons with you. 

You finally look at her again, but the glare you give her makes her swallow thickly, "Y-You're not a-acting like my b-best friend."

"I-"

"Please l-leave."

Mina is taken aback by that. Even you are surprised at your own words, but you don't show it. She looks at you sadly, but you turn and grab BonBon before hurrying to your room. 

She hears your bedroom door shut and then lock. 

Mina sighs deeply, her head starting to hurt from all of this. 

Two minutes later, she walks over and knocks on your door. You don't answer, so she leans against the frame, "___, I need to leave for a few days. It's something for work again, but I don't want to leave when we're like this."

She doesn't get an answer. 

A few minutes later, you hear your front door shut as you're buried under your covers, hugging BonBon and Smiley tightly, a few tears lingering in your eyes. 

-

"Must've been one hell of a date!" Taehyung exclaims the second Jungkook walks in the door, "You were gone all day."

Jungkook tries to seem annoyed, but Taehyung catches the tiniest smile on his face. 

"Shit boy, you're whipped."

"I'm not, but think whatever you want," Jungkook groans as he slips his shoes off and drops them by the door. 

"So did you do it?" Tae asks as he watches Jungkook walk over and grab some pajamas out of his drawer. 

"Do what?" Jungkook asks in confusion while trying to untangle his PJ shirt. 

"Kiss her."

Jungkook drops the shirt on his bed and turns to look at Tae, unamused. 

"I told you. It wasn't a date, I don't like her like that, and no of course I didn't kiss her," He says it slowly as if he needs to dumb it down for his older friend. 

Tae mocks him, "Yeah, whatever. You're pathetic."

"And you're an asshole."

"As I've been told," Tae snaps back. 

"Rightfully so," Jungkook sneers at him. 

Tae sticks his tongue out at Jungkook, making the younger scoff at his childish behavior. 

Then Tae's face changes into one of confusion as he studies Jungkook closer, "Hey, what happened to your face?"

Jungkook reaches up to touch his cut lip, then the sore part of his cheekbone, wincing when a sharp pain follows. 

"Nothing," He mumbles. 

Tae just scoffs and lies on the couch, back facing Jungkook, "Whatever JK, like I give a shit what happens to you anyway."

Jungkook changes quickly, trying not to think too hard about what Tae said, then he crawls into bed. 

He stares at the ceiling for a little bit, his brain spinning in all directions. 

He's dying to tell Tae about what happened earlier, but he can't risk it. 

Who was that Kihyun guy? And how did he know Jungkook's name and who he was?

Jungkook turns onto his side, trying to find a comfortable position. He takes out his phone, wanting to text you, but then he decides against it and sighs heavily as he switches to his left side. 

Then his right side again. 

He ends up moving onto his back again. 

A groan sounds from the couch, "Stop writhing around you weirdo. Some of us are trying to get some sleep."

Jungkook sighs and keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling. 

"Tae?" He whispers a few minutes later. 

"What?" Taehyung grumbles. 

"What does it mean when someone is on your mind all the time?" 

Taehyung sits up on the couch and squints over at Jungkook through the darkened room. 

"What?" Tae says again, beyond confused. 

He hears a small sigh from Jungkook, then he whispers again, "When you can't stop thinking of someone...what does it mean?" 

Tae gets up and moves to Jungkook's bed, seeing the younger man follow his movements in the light of the moon as Tae sits on the edge of the bed. 

"What are you going on about?" Tae asks softly. 

Jungkook's eyes dart away from Tae, "Never mind, it's stupid."

"It isn't stupid," Tae counters. 

Jungkook looks back at him warily, "Are you going to make fun of me?"

"Probably."

"Then go away," Jungkook snaps before turning on his right side, away from Taehyung. 

"I'm kidding JK," Tae chuckles and pats Jungkook on the bum. The younger swats his hand away but doesn't face him again. 

A few minutes pass by in silence, then Jungkook hears Tae speak up quietly. 

"It depends on what you're thinking about. I constantly think about my hits before I get the job done, even after sometimes. The anger it brings me, thinking about what they did to deserve it, fuels me."

Jungkook turns to Tae slowly, moving his body until he's on his left side and facing him again. 

"Do you ever regret it?" Jungkook asks softly. 

Tae shakes his head, "No, I never have. They all deserved it."

Jungkook nods, searching his friend's face carefully. 

Tae flicks him on the forehead, "What are you staring at?"

Jungkook rubs his forehead with a frown, "Nothing."

Tae leans back and looks at the wall where Jungkook has a poster from some 80's sci-fi movie. He can barely make it out in the dark. 

"So, what are thinking about? With the person."

Jungkook moves onto his back again and looks at the ceiling, too embarrassed to face Tae right now. 

"Uhm, just a lot of things I guess."

"Like?" Tae presses. 

"Like, why they are the way they are...why certain things have happened."

Tae stays quiet, so Jungkook continues. 

"When I'll see them again, or talk to them again."

Tae looks at Jungkook, seeing the way his eyes seem to be looking at something that isn't there. 

"I hate them, so much. But at the same time, I don't, and I don't understand why they make me feel certain things."

Tae nudges his shoulder, "Is it me?" He asks jokingly. 

Jungkook turns his head to glare at Tae, "This, this is why I don't talk to you about things. You never take me seriously."

Jungkook turns onto his right side again, "Just forget it. Goodnight."

Tae frowns, feeling genuinely bad for shutting down Jungkook's serious questions with a stupid joke. He thought it would make him laugh. He thinks a lot of his jokes will bring a smile to his best friend's face these days, but they never do. 

"Sorry, JK," He mumbles, but he's only met with silence. 

Tae sits there for a minute, then he stands up. 

"It sounds like you're falling for them, Kook. Whoever it is. I know you're confused about it and you think you hate them, but I can tell you that you don't."

More silence. 

Tae sighs and moves back to the couch, "I know it's hard. But just remember who you are, what you are. You can't have someone like that in your life, Jungkook, you know that."

He doesn't hear a sound from Jungkook, and he would think he'd fallen asleep, but he knows better. 

"It's too dangerous-"

"I know," Jungkook snaps suddenly. 

Tae nods, "Ok, goodnight Kook."

Without getting a response, Tae just lays down and turns onto his side, closing his eyes and hoping he can get to sleep soon. 

Jungkook on the other hand is looking out the slit in the blinds, the moonlight shining in his eyes as he tries to forget about everything. He can't close his eyes, because when he does, all he can see is your stupid face. 

Stupid stupid fucking stupid.

__________________________

The next morning, you wake up with blurry sight and swollen eyelids from crying yourself to sleep. 

You and Mina have never fought like that before. Sure, you've had your disagreements, she's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, those little fights are bound to happen.

But what happened last night, was something you never thought would. 

You're still hurt, achingly so. 

You hope she stays safe on her little trip, wherever she's going this time, but you're glad you don't have to face her today. 

You stay in bed for at least another half hour before dragging yourself out of the covers and stumbling to use the restroom. 

After that, you stumble into the kitchen, rubbing your bleary eyes. 

You aren't planning on taking a shower, because you don't have anything to do or anyone to see today anyway. 

You end up making yourself some toast with jam, not being able to resist cutting it into heart shapes with your little cookie cutters. The happy little shapes make you smile lightly as you look at them. 

At least that was able to cheer you up a bit. 

You set BonBon and Smiley down on the table and Cookie in a chair, because he's far too big to be sitting on the table. Then you start to eat. 

While you're chewing thoughtfully on your toast, your phone pings in your room. 

You look up from your breakfast and frown, wondering who that could possibly be.

You know it isn't Mina. 

You get up and make your way to your room slowly, finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it to see a message from Jungkook. 

Your stomach twists. 

Partly from excitement and partly from dread that you're betraying Mina by even speaking to him. 

You hate that she's made you feel like that now. 

Nevertheless, a small smile lights up your face at the words on your screen. 

Jungkook: How are you doing?

You sigh and type out a reply. 

im okay, how r u?

Then you lock your phone again and try to ignore the burning in your heart and stomach at this whole situation. 

A moment later, Jungkook's next text comes in. 

Jungkook: I'm doing alright. Do you want to hang out today? If you're hanging out with Mina, I understand.

Your stomach flips over again, mixing with wonderful and horrible feelings all at the same time. 

It makes you sick to your stomach, but you type out your reply anyway. 

i think im just going to stay home today. mina went on another business thing, but she'll be back in a few days. thank you though, jungkook. 

You sigh and set your phone down before walking back out to finish your breakfast. 

-

The second Jungkook reads your last text, his stomach turns horribly. First, it was because you declined his invitation to hang out, did Mina make you think twice about him? Were you mad at him because of yesterday? Then it turned into unexpected anxiety when he read that Mina wasn't even there. 

You were home alone? After everything that happened last night?

Hopefully, you stay home and don't go out at all today, not until he could figure out who this Kihyun bastard was and what he wanted. 

Tae watches Jungkook pace around the tiny studio apartment, his chin resting in his hand as he scrutinizes the young man. 

"Stop pacing," He suddenly says. 

Jungkook stops moving and looks at Tae, a frown of irritation on his face. 

"What's going on?" Taehyung tries hopefully, knowing it was a slim chance if any that Jungkook won't just cuss him out and carry on with his worrying somewhere else. 

"It's nothi-" Jungkook starts to say but Tae cuts him off. 

"It's clearly something, maybe something I can help with."

Jungkook is tempted for a minute, to tell Tae what happened last night, but Tae is too smart, he'll figure something out for sure. 

So, he settles for looking away and muttering, "You can't help."

"Try me," Tae says, emotionless. 

Jungkook looks at him again, "I'm just worried about a friend, that's all."

"Duck emoji girl?"

Jungkook purses his lips at that but nods anyway. 

"Something happened last night, didn't it?" Tae says softly. 

Jungkook tries to resist, he really does. But he has no one else to talk to about this and it's gnawing at his insides, making him ill with anxiety. So he caves. 

"Yes," He whispers. 

Tae pats the couch, "Sit."

Jungkook complies reluctantly, a huff of air leaving his chest as he sits down. 

"What happened?" Tae presses immediately. 

Jungkook gives him an annoyed look but speaks nonetheless, "I left her. For a few minutes, because I got a phone call..."

Tae nods encouragingly. 

"When I went back, she was gone. She was dragged off by some fucking bastard," Jungkook recalls, his hands starting to shake with anger. 

Tae watches him closely. 

"Thankfully I caught up to them, but I lost the guy. Now she's home alone and I don't know..." Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, "She probably wants to be alone, but I just-"

"JK," Tae interrupts him. 

"Mm?"

"Did you recognize him?"

Jungkook shakes his head. 

"Did he recognize you?"

Jungkook pauses for a moment, then he slowly nods his head. 

"What did he say?" 

Jungkook swallows, "I asked who he was and he said I should tell my friend who I was first."

Tae runs a hand down his face in exhaustion, "It's probably another hitman, Kook. He was trying to get back at you by doing something to someone you care about."

"I don't care ab-"

"Literally, you're a dumbass."

"Why?" Jungkook huffs out angrily.

"Clearly you care about this booty call girl-"

"I told you it isn't like that!"

"Oh right, whatever. But anyway, this guy is clearly jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, he's obviously heard of you and what a success you are in the business, that ticks him off. He wants to get back at you."

"I don't think that's it."

"Why not?"

"He said my name-"

"What??" Tae jumps off the couch and looms over Jungkook, "He called you Jungkook? He didn't call you Lotus? Or L?"

Jungkook shakes his head. 

"Damn it all to fucking hell, Jungkook! What are you thinking these days??" Tae hollers, making Jungkook bite his lip. 

Tae is about to go on a tirade about how much Jungkook has fucked up, then a look of understanding comes over his face and he starts to laugh. 

Jungkook watches in bewilderment when Tae laughs and claps loudly, "Oh! Oh, thank fuck!"

He starts to squirm on the couch, "Thank fuck, what? How is any of this good at all?"

"It isn't you!" Tae sits with a sigh of relief, "He doesn't know who you are, Kook."

"But he said-"

"He said what, exactly? That you're a hitman?"

"Well, no, not exactly."

Tae points at Jungkook, "He isn't after you, kid. He's after your friend."

That makes Jungkook freeze with anxiety.

"He's been stalking her, I'm guessing."

That brings absolutely no comfort to Jungkook whatsoever. 

"He must think you're her boyfriend or something and he's jealous. He's going to lie to her to get her away from you. He doesn't really know who you are, he's just making shit up."

Jungkook swallows thickly, "He's...been stalking her?"

Tae nods and Jungkook's stomach sinks to his feet. 

-

After finishing your yummy breakfast, you decide you want to do something nice for yourself today, so you end up taking a quick shower and getting dressed. 

An hour later, you're looking at your reflection in your full-sized mirror. A smile graces your features as you look at the pretty pink dress that goes down to just above your knees. 

"P-Pretty," You whisper gently, happy with the choice of clothing. 

Today, you're going to treat yourself. Just you. 

Today you aren't going to think of anyone else. 

You walk out and grab a pair of little white wedged heels from your shoe closet.

They're not super flashy and they're more comfortable than regular heels, but they'll take a while to get used to. The only other time you wore them was when Mina took you out for your birthday last year and she insisted you two glam up for it. 

The memory makes you smile, but then it turns into a frown as you start rethinking about what happened last night. 

You said some pretty mean things to her. 

But she hasn't been acting like herself, ever since her month-long business trip. 

It's like she doesn't care what you have to say or what you want, she keeps pushing you to be uncomfortable and to get angry with her, not to mention she acts like she knows better than you and that you aren't capable of picking your own friends.

You don’t like getting angry. 

Ninety-nine percent of the time, you're happy. And that's how you like it. You don't like getting mad or crying or any of that. 

But people seem to keep getting those reactions out of you recently. 

So, you're using today for you. No more drama for as long as you can manage it, what with Jungkook and Mina getting you all riled up so often. 

You pull the shoes on and run your fingers through your hair that you managed to remember to brush today without anyone reminding you to. 

Then you grab your purse and head out. 

-

First, you go to the pet store. 

You see all the little kittens and puppies and your heart instantly melts. 

You ask to hold one of the kittens and the lady working there kindly hands you the smallest one. It must be the runt of the litter. 

It's so very tiny and has golden-orange fur with a few white spots. 

She's absolutely precious. 

You want to cry. You don't think you've ever wanted something so bad in your entire life. 

You're holding the sweet little kitten up to your face as she licks your nose and purrs softly. You're so distracted that you almost miss the person standing outside the door, watching you. 

You only catch a glimpse of him before he darts away. 

The workers murmur to each other about how they haven't seen that guy around here for a while and they wonder who he is. 

You put the event in the back of your mind as you continue to play with the kitten. 

An hour later, you reluctantly hand the kitten back to the kind worker and smile sadly, "I r-r-really want her, b-but I don't know if I c-can get her right now." 

The girl smiles at you kindly, the workers here know you pretty well since you come here a lot to play with the pets that haven't had any attention in a while. 

"It's okay, ___. I'll try my best to save her for you. That's the best I can do."

You smile gratefully and wave goodbye to all the workers and the pets before you make your way out. 

Next, you decide to go clothes shopping. 

You go into a few different clothes shops, but you can't find anything that really fits your style. The fourth store you go into looks promising as you gaze around at the racks of clothes. 

Your phone pings and you pull it out of your purse to see another message from Jungkook. 

You sigh and open it up. 

Jungkook: I know you wanted to stay at home today, I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Sorry if I'm bugging you.

You smile sadly at the message and decide to be truthful to him. 

im okay, jungkook :) honestly, i just wanted to be alone today. im just out having a me day today. 

You put your phone back in your pocket and turn to keep looking through the clothes. 

Half an hour later, you're checking out and carrying two bags out of the store. You walk over to a bench and pull your phone out. You had heard it go off a few times inside but you were too distracted and excited by all the beautiful clothes to care that much at the time. 

You see a missed call and six unopened messages from Jungkook, causing your eyebrows to raise to your hairline. 

Jungkook: Wait, what? You're not at home?

Jungkook: Where are you?

Jungkook: ___?

Jungkook: I don't mean to bug you, but could you at least let me know you're alright?

Jungkook: ___...?

Jungkook: please just call me when you get these. 

You shake your head and smile fondly at the messages before going to his contact and calling him. It only rings once before you hear an out-of-breath Jungkook answer. 

"___?"

"Y-Yeah, 's me. Sorry, I w-was clo-"

"___, why the fuck weren't you answering me?" 

You flinch at the anger in his tone. Why was he mad at you? You told him you wanted a day to yourself. 

"Um, I was b-busy."

You hear an angry huff on the other side of the phone and your brows furrow deeper, "W-Why are you m-mad at m-me?" You ask timidly.

"I- I'm not mad," Jungkook grumps out, "You just had me worried."

You frown, then you remember your purchases and you smile again, "J-Jungkook, I b-bought a cute-"

"___, are you even taking me seriously right now?"

"Huh?"

"Please just go home."

"No," You pout, "I d-don't wanna. I'm on a m-me date right n-now. Anyway, a-at the p-p-pet store there was a k-kitty and I w-want her so- so bad-"

"___," Jungkook speaks sharply, making you jerk the phone from your ear and glare at it. 

"W-What?" You huff. 

"Go home. Right now."

"N-No."

Jungkook takes a deep breath on the other side, seemingly trying to calm himself down, "Where are you right now?" 

"It d-doesn't matter-"

"___, I fucking swear-"

"Why a-are you and M-Mina ganging up on m-me?" You ask, feeling betrayed that they both can't seem to care about anything you're trying to say. 

"Stop being childish, ___. I need you to tell me where you are-"

A little fiery bug lights up in you and you grind your teeth before pouting deeper, "L-Leave me a-alone."

Then you hang up. 

You look down at your shopping bags and will the tears to go away. All you wanted to do, was tell Mina about your wonderful night last night and she shut you down. Then you tried to tell Jungkook a bit about your day today and he shuts you down again. 

You bite your lip, trying not to feel like a loser. 

Why can't they just let you speak?

Why do they have to shove the stupid you're being immature blow right in your face?

You wipe your eyes and decide you aren't going to let them ruin your me date. 

So, you stand up and grab your bags, then you head off in the direction of a restaurant that you saw earlier and want to try. 

-

The second you hang up, Jungkook looks down at his phone in disbelief. 

"Fucking seriously, ___?" Jungkook growls, then he shoves his phone into his pocket. He looks inside the pet store that he just got to, putting his hand up to the window to see if you're in there again. 

He ends up going inside, catching the attention of the workers. 

One of the girls smiles at him and waves to him, "You're the one that the little black cat couldn't get enough of!"

Jungkook sends her a tight-lipped smile and nods stiffly. 

"Was ___ in here by any chance?" He asks no one in particular, he knows they know who he's talking about, you come in here a lot, or so you told him. 

The girl that called out to him nods, "She was in here a while ago though. At least two hours ago now."

Jungkook thanks her and is about to take his leave when the girl stops him, "Wait, um, sir."

He turns to look at her expectantly. 

She whispers something to the other girls and they nod, so she braves it and comes up to him, "We've been seeing this man-"

"What?" Jungkook says anxiously, accidentally cutting her off. 

She nods and swallows thickly, "We only ever see him when ___ is here. We were going to ask her about it but we didn't want to scare her." 

"What does he look like?" Jungkook asks sharply, his eyes narrowing. 

The girl swallows nervously, "Um, he uh, he's always wearing all black, with a black cap and a mask. We've never really seen his face, only his build."

"And?" Jungkook presses.

"He's probably a little shorter than you and he looks pretty thin, I feel like one of us girls could take him down if we needed to."

That's definitely him. 

That bastard seems tiny compared to Jungkook but he's stronger than he looks and he's a squirmy and slippery little fucker. 

Jungkook nods and thanks them before hurrying out. 

He looks around, seeing people of all different shapes and sizes milling about. 

Where the hell could you possibly be? 

Where does he even start?

Jungkook walks for a few minutes, completely lost in where to even look. Would you be shopping? Eating? Taking a walk? 

Fuck. 

Ten minutes later, he's walking past a little restaurant when he sees a girl eating at a table by herself.

He walks closer and his breath hitches when he sees that it's you. 

He's about to go inside when he sees a flash of black ducking into a nearby alleyway. Jungkook is after it before he can even think. 

He runs into the alley, his footfalls echoing around the closed area. 

There's nothing.

Jungkook whips around, looking in circles. 

Fuck. 

Then it hits him that it could've been a diversion. That thought has him turning on his heels and running as fast as he can back to the front of the restaurant. 

He looks in the window to see you still at your table, no creeper in sight. 

Jungkook sighs and yanks the door open, walking over to your table. He stops a few feet away when he sees the look on your face.

You're all by yourself, in a beautiful pink dress and your hair all brushed out. 

There are a few shopping bags by your feet and you're poking around at the food on your plate, not really eating anything. 

Your usual beaming smile has fallen into a small frown and your shining eyes are full of tears as you stare at your food. 

Jungkook feels a little piece of his heart break at the sight. 

He walks over and takes the seat right across from you, causing you to jump a little as you look up at him. 

The initial surprise turns into recognition and then into something that seems more like resentment. 

You look away from him, your cheeks turning the slightest pink. 

"___-"

"What a-are you doing h-here?" 

Jungkook sighs and has to resist the urge to reach across the table and take your hand. He wants to apologize for how he acted on the phone, but he has no idea how. 

He's just a stupid idiot. 

You finally look at him again, a question in your eyes. 

Jungkook clears his throat, " I just-...I'm sorry for how I was behaving earlier, I was just worried."

"W-Why?"

Jungkook worries his lip as he tries to decide what to tell you. He doesn't want to scare you, but you need to know and go to the police. 

After a beat of silence, you sigh and pull out some cash, setting it on the table and grabbing your bags to leave. 

Jungkook follows you out. 

You don't acknowledge him as he walks behind you, wanting to catch up to you but not wanting to make you more upset. 

"I'm trying t-to have a n-nice day, please j-just let me," You say softly. 

Jungkook catches up to you, "___, I just think you should be at home right now-"

You turn to pout at him, "T-Tell me why."

Jungkook swallows, what the hell is he supposed to say? I'm almost positive that Kihyun fucker from last night is actually stalking you and now I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone...??

How would you even respond to that??

Instead of doing the sensible thing and being honest and gentle with you, Jungkook, the bright motherfucker that he is, ends up going into default and dealing with it the way he usually deals with people. 

Angrily. 

He grinds his teeth and walks in front of you, forcing you to stop. 

You look up at him in annoyance, your pretty little lips twisting in irritation as you clench your fists around your shopping bags. 

"What are y-you d-doing?"

"I told you," Jungkook seethes, "You need to be at home right now."

"Why-"

"Stop fucking questioning me, ___!" 

A few passerby's look at you two, then they hurry on their way. 

"Leave. M-Me. Alone. J-Jungkook," You breathe out, trying to stay calm. 

You move to get past him but he reaches out and snags your arm, practically dragging you with him as he starts heading toward your place. 

You twist and turn, stuttering out demands for him to let you go, but he ignores you. 

The walk to your place isn't very far. By the time you can see your apartment building, you've stopped struggling against his hold. 

Jungkook pulls you up the stairs and right to your door, where he finally lets you go. 

You step away from him quietly and reach up to touch your arm, that's when he realizes how much he fucked up. 

He watches as your bottom lip trembles slightly and you keep your eyes downcast, not daring to look at him in fear that he's going to scream at you or something. 

"____-"

"That's w-what he did t-to me..." 

Jungkook barely hears your words, but he does and his blood runs cold. 

"What?" He asks breathlessly, stupidly. 

You look back at him, your eyes teary, "He d-dragged me, j-just like you did..."

Jungkook feels his face twitch as you look down again. 

When he takes a step closer to you, you flinch. 

Jungkook freezes. 

"___, I-"

"All I w-wanted, was to h-have a lovely day," You whisper brokenly, "Mina was m-mean to me, now y-you're mean t-to me. What d-did I do that was s-so wrong?"

"Nothing ___, you did nothing wrong," Jungkook speaks slowly and carefully as if you're a frightened animal that will skitter away at the slightest wrong move. 

And you might as well be. 

You look at him sadly, then you turn and unlock your door before slipping inside and shutting the door in his face before he has the chance to apologize. 

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with him?

-

Jungkook doesn't hear from you the next day. 

Or the next. 

He messages you a few times and tries to call you, but you never answer. 

Jungkook is worried sick and Tae is getting tired of seeing the boy pacing constantly and checking his phone every second. 

Jungkook even called the police, but they said they couldn't do anything unless you contacted them. 

Jungkook told you, he messaged you everything. He explained that he thought Kihyun was stalking you, but he never got a single word in response. It doesn't even say that you read it. 

On the third day, Jungkook decides he's got to see you. 

He doesn't even know if you're okay. 

He drives to your place, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel until they're white. 

Jungkook doesn't understand why he's so stressed out. 

Maybe it's Kihyun. 

Maybe it's the fact that Mr. Ling is sending his men to determine if you're still alive or not. 

All Jungkook can do is pray that you haven't left your house. 

But why is he even like this?

Tae keeps telling him that he's head over heels, but he knows he isn't. He's never really liked anyone before, but he knows it doesn't feel like this. You're just an irritating person that he feels the need to take care of because you aren't capable of taking care of yourself. 

Jungkook pulls into the parking lot and parks his car, then he hops out and makes right for the stairs. 

Once he reaches your door, he knocks rapidly three times, holding his breath and praying you'll answer. 

A minute later he hears someone shuffling around inside, then it stops. 

He's guessing you just looked through the peephole and saw that it was him. 

Jungkook bites his lip and pushes down his pride, "___, I know you're in there. You don't need to answer the door, I just need you to look at my messages...please," He sighs and rubs his hand down his face, "Please, ___."

On the other side, you're leaning against the door, a small frown on your face as you listen to him. 

You pull out your phone and reluctantly go to his messages that you've been swiping away for days. 

After you read his last message, saying that Kihyun was stalking you, you sigh and message him back. Then you turn and walk to your room to keep watching videos on your phone and pushing away the problems in your life. 

Jungkook stubbornly stays right where he is, not planning on moving until you answer him in some way. When his phone buzzes, he grabs it and looks at your message.

(duck emoji): thanks for worrying about me, but im not important enough to have a stalker. please just go home. 

Jungkook's blood boils and he has to take some deep breaths so that he doesn't end up breaking your damn door down. 

He has an internal battle for a bit, then he growls deep in his throat before turning and stalking down the stairs. 

-

That night, you're just getting out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body and one on top of your head, keeping your hair in it to dry. 

You go to the kitchen and grab a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, then you skitter to the couch and plop down, grabbing the remote and turning on the drama you're currently binging. 

You stuff your face with the sweet treat, not even realizing that there's chocolate all over your face by the time the next episode is coming on. 

An hour and a half into your drama binge, the ice cream is on the coffee table, slowly melting as you take a small bite every once in a while. 

You're just putting the spoon into your mouth for the hundredth time when you hear something outside your window. 

You look over, but the curtains are drawn so you see nothing. 

You choose to ignore it and carry on with your night. 

Not ten minutes later, you hear another sound, almost like the creak of someone trying to open the glass door leading to your balcony. 

Your head whips to the curtain, but again, there's nothing there. 

Standing up, you walk over to the window slowly, then pull the curtains open. 

Nothing. 

You laugh to yourself as all you see is your reflection. 

The night sky is officially dark and you can see the moon from your spot by the sliding glass door. 

You're about to open the door for a breath of fresh air when to your horror, a face appears from the inky blackness. 

A face staring at you through the glass. 

A face that isn't yours. 

You scream and stumble back, falling onto your butt as you desperately try to keep your towel on. 

When you gather the courage to look back, the face is gone. 

You're breathing hard, your heart feeling like it's beating out of your chest. 

Was it just your imagination?

You stand up shakily, fists still clutching your towel, then you move towards the glass door. The curtains sway gently from when you were holding on to them. 

You brave looking out the door, and there's nothing. 

The balcony is empty. 

You flip the switch by the door and the light turns on on the balcony, but still, there's nothing. 

You swallow hard, heart still trying to calm down. Then you check the locks on the door, making sure it's double locked before you turn out the light and pull the curtains closed. 

It was just your imagination. 

There was no one there. 

Just your imagination. 

You sit on the couch, still shaken up as you try to go back to watching your show. But after another five minutes, you hear shuffling right outside the glass door and your heart leaps to your throat. 

You jump up and run to your room as fast as you can, shutting your door and locking it. 

The towel in your hair fell out in the living room, but that's the least of your problems right now. Jungkook's texts from earlier today flit through your mind as you realize that perhaps he was right. 

Oh no. 

You whimper and run to your window to lock it, that's when you hear your front door swing open. 

creeeeeak

-

Jungkook is sitting with his head in his hands as Tae looks at him with pity. 

"Damn JK, you suck more than I thought when it comes to girls. She doesn't even care that someone is stalking her, she still won't talk to you? That's a harsh blow."

"It isn't that she doesn't care," Jungkook seethes, "It's that she doesn't think she could possibly have a stalker."

"Still," Taehyung yawns, "Well, I'm beat. I'm gonna go to bed, get off my sleeping space."

Jungkook looks at him in disgust, "It's my couch, doofus."

"Not while I'm here buddy, now scram," Tae shoves him off and raises his legs to stretch them out on the couch with a satisfied groan. 

Jungkook just rolls his eyes and walks over to the kitchen to get himself some late-night ramen. All that's keeping him sane right now is the thought that you must have at least stayed home, you weren't stupid enough to go out after you know what he thinks is going on. 

Are you?

He shakes his head and puts a pan on the stove after filling it up with water. He's about to turn the stove on when a loud ringing sound comes from over by the couch. 

"Your phone is ringing," Tae hollers unnecessarily seeing as they're literally not even twenty feet apart, "It's duck emoji girl. Maybe you're not as pathetic as I thought-"

Before Tae can finish, Jungkook is ripping the phone out of his hands and answering it, "Hello?" 

"J-Jungkook..."

"Hey, what's up?" He's wondering why you sound so weird like you're muffled and barely speaking audibly. 

Jungkook moves out into the hallway and jogs down the stairs until he comes to the mailboxes in the main hall. 

"___? What is it?"

He can hear you breathing quietly, but you don't say anything. 

"___." 

"S-Someone is..."

Jungkook's heart stops in his chest and he's already on the way to his car, thank God he had the car keys in his jeans pocket. 

"Someone is what, ___?" Jungkook urges you. 

"In the h-house," You say so quietly that Jungkook can tell you're trying not to be heard. 

His heart drops to his stomach as he starts to run to the car. He jumps in and turns it on as he tries to help you stay calm. 

"Don't hang up, ___. Stay on the line with me, yeah?"

"Ok," You whisper breathlessly. 

Jungkook is a speed demon as he ignores every single speed limit sign, thankfully he gets all green lights or he'd be running those red lights too. 

The angels are on his side tonight, for no police cars are around to pull him over. 

Not that he'd pull over anyway. 

"I'm...s-scared."

"Shh," Jungkook hushes you as he makes a sharp right turn, "Don't talk, ___. Just stay on with me, don't say anything."

He can hear you breathing shakily and his heart clenches in his chest. 

Please, please, please. 

"I'll be there soon," Jungkook mutters, trying to pay attention to where he needs to turn next. 

-

When you heard the front door open, you sprang into action. You grabbed your phone that was (Thank you, God) charging by your bed. Then you locked your bathroom door before shutting it, but not going inside. 

Instead, you climbed into your giant wardrobe and closed it gently, shuffling yourself into the corner and folding up as much as you could. 

You knew if whoever that was made it into your bedroom, the first place they would assume you would be was the bathroom, so you made a distraction. 

The first person you thought of, was Jungkook. So, you dialed his number immediately and tried not to breathe too loud. 

As Jungkook assured you he would be there soon, you heard someone throwing stuff around in the living room and you couldn't stop shaking. 

Why, out of all the people in this apartment complex, were you being robbed? Or stalked, or whatever was happening. 

A sudden bang on your bedroom door makes a choked sob slip from your lips, "Jungkook, J-Jungkook he's gonna g-g-g-get inside," You whisper frantically. 

"___, I'll be there in two minutes. If he finds you, you fucking claw his eyes out, got it? And kick him between the legs as hard as you fucking can."

"Ok," You choke out quietly, praying it doesn't get to that point. 

Then a gentle knock sounds, "___?"

A sickeningly sweet voice calls through the locked door and you shiver in terror, "I know you're in there, sweetheart."

"Jungk-kook," You whimper helplessly. 

"You're fine, ___. Just bite, kick and scratch," Jungkook reminds you calmly, even though that's the farthest feeling from where he's at mentally right now.

He's finally turning down the street that leads to your apartment complex, going at least fifty miles an hour, but he doesn't give a flying fuck. 

-

The door to your room swings open almost silently, making a chill go down your spine. He didn't break it down...he picked the lock. 

Then you hear him by the bathroom and thank your lucky stars that you thought of locking the bathroom too. 

"___, you don't understand," He sounds like a child whining for candy, "I just love you, ya know? I know you can love me too. Just come out, please. Don't be scared of me."

You drop your phone into your lap and plug your ears, not being able to stand listening to him speak.

"Jungkook isn't worth it ___, he's trying to kill you, ya know. He wants you dead."

But you're not hearing a word he's saying. 

"I've loved you for months, that's how much I love you, so so much. I saw him stalking you, the creep, I know he wants you dead," Kihyun is whispering as he picks the lock on the bathroom door, "But I can't let him kill my pretty girl, that's why you need to come with me. I'll take care of you, promise."

Your hands are still plugging your ears tightly as you hold your breath. 

Kihyun hears a small click and a sadistic smile dances across his face, "Got you, babe."

As he's about to open the bathroom door, the sound of tires squealing on the pavement makes him jump up and run to the window. He can see the parking lot from there and his blood runs hot when he sees Jungkook's stupid fancy car screeching to a halt.

"Fucking bastard," Kihyun spits, then he runs out into the living room and hurries to your balcony door, unlocking it before slipping outside. 

Jungkook bounds up the stairs two at a time, then he bursts into your house, thankfully it was unlocked. He runs straight for the back, passing by the mess in the living room and slamming your door open. He opens the bathroom door, but you aren't there...

"___??" Jungkook shouts, running to look under the bed. Then he sees your wardrobe and hurries over to it. 

He flings open the doors to see you cowering in the corner, covered by some long dresses hanging down. Your eyes are wide with terror as you look up at him. 

Recognition flits across your eyes and then your face crumples. You start to sob hysterically as Jungkook kneels down and pushes the dresses away to uncover you. 

"___, it's okay. I'm here, you're okay," Jungkook speaks softly as he reaches in to take your shaking hands. 

You nod but keep crying your little heart out. 

That's when Jungkook realizes you're only in a flimsy little towel. He gets up and grabs the throw blanket from your bed and drapes it over you as you shake like a chihuahua in the corner of the wardrobe. 

He dials the cops while you try to calm down, but he doesn't leave your side. He sits outside the wardrobe and keeps a hand on your blanket-covered knee as he speaks to the police, letting you grip his hand like a vice. When he looks back at you, he resists the urge to wipe your mouth after he notices that you have chocolate around your lips. 

Jungkook looks away quickly. 

You two sit like that for a few minutes, not speaking a word until the police arrive. 

The only time Jungkook moves is when an officer wants to speak with you and another asks to speak to Jungkook in the other room. 

Jungkook reluctantly leaves your room and tells the officer in the living room everything that happened, not leaving out the fact that he told them time and time again and that now he was going to speak to someone above them about fucking around with civilian's needs. 

Safe to say his hatred for cops intensifies tenfold after tonight. 

By the time he's able to get back in to see you, you've calmed down considerably, still shaking a little but no longer drowning in your tears. 

He sits down outside the wardrobe again and places his hand on your freezing cold foot that's peeking out from the throw blanket. 

"Are you okay?" He whispers as the police officers talk amongst themselves. 

You give him a tiny nod, your eyes looking into his like you're afraid he's going to disappear. He slowly pulls his hand away, Jungkook isn't used to comforting people, this is awkward for him. He knows you need someone to be there for you, but he doesn't know how. All he and Tae ever do is tell the other to man the fuck up and get on with shit. 

That's all he's known since he was fourteen years old. 

But like hell he's going to utter those words to you. 

He knows girls are different. 

He just doesn't understand much else about them. 

Jungkook looks away, not able to keep your gaze for long. 

But you can't tear your eyes away from him. 

You pull the blanket up to your chin, shivering like it's the middle of winter. Your eyes wander over his face, lingering on the small mole under his bottom lip. 

Then your eyes sweep up to his dark ones. The memory of that night on Saturday flits through your brain when the lights were shining in his eyes like the stars in the sky.

Swallowing thickly, you finally tear your gaze from his face. 

You can't stop shivering so much, it's making you kind of sick to your stomach. 

"Jungkook," You whisper softly. 

He looks at you and you swallow the lump in your throat, "I d-don't feel good."

"What do you mean? Like, sick?" Jungkook asks. 

You nod and he looks around helplessly, "How can I help you?"

"Can you g-get me  a bag p-please?"

He nods, moving to stand up, "Where can I find one?"

"Under the b-b-bathroom sink," You whisper shyly. 

He nods again and makes his way to the bathroom. He looks under the sink to find grocery bags that you must have saved for the small bathroom trashes. 

Jungkook snags one and hurries back to you. 

You look a little green. 

Jungkook hands you the bag and you whisper a thank you as one of the police officers calls him over. 

He leaves you to go and speak with them. 

"We're having our men look at the security camera footage and some have already gone to search the perimeter."

Jungkook fights the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. 

They think they're doing the most when they are partly to blame. 

"And what about her? How is she supposed to sleep tonight, or ever again?" Jungkook snaps. 

The officer nods towards some of his men, "We're going to have two of our officers stay and secure the entrances to the apartment tonight."

After they finish talking, the police leave. 

Jungkook runs a hand down his face and walks back to the room to see you sitting on the edge of your bed, your feet dangling as you wrap the blanket around yourself even more. 

"I th-threw up," You whisper, ashamed. 

Jungkook gives you a small smile, "That's alright."

You look up at him and sniff, holding back more tears that are threatening to spill. 

You two stare at each other for a second, then Jungkook snaps out of it and walks to your wardrobe. He grabs a random giant t-shirt and tosses it on the bed next to you. 

"You should get dressed."

He turns to leave the room but your voice stops him, "P-Please."

He turns back to you, an eyebrow raised in question. 

"I'm s-scared," You whimper. 

Jungkook isn't sure how to feel right now. The thoughts that were drilled into him from a young age tell him to tell you it's fine and be done with it. But something he's never felt before tells him to really comfort you. 

Jungkook doesn't know how though. 

"You're fine," Jungkook says before walking out and shutting the door behind him. 

He walks over to the living room, looking around at the mess that fucker left behind. 

Fucking coward. 

He grabs the little table that's next to your couch and straightens it up, then he takes the plant that must have been on it and puts it back. 

There's a bit of dirt left behind on the floor, but you'll have to vacuum it up later. 

Next, he straightens out the couch cushions and grabs the container of chocolate ice cream that spilled all over the coffee table. 

He tosses the remnants of it and grabs a rag from your sink to wipe up the mess. 

After putting a few shoes back on the shoe rack in your shoe closet and closing the door to it, Jungkook looks around. 

That's the best he can do for you right now. 

Then the door to your room opens and he sees you waddle out in the oversized t-shirt, the blanket still over your shoulders. There are tear streaks down your face and you keep wiping at your clean mouth. 

You must have noticed the chocolate and cleaned it off. 

You walk closer until you're a few feet from him. 

Both of you stare at each other for a moment. 

"You'll be safe tonight," Jungkook speaks first, "They have some officers outside, nothing will happen."

You nod slowly. 

Jungkook turns to leave, because honestly in his mind he's useless for anything else at this point. 

He stops in his tracks though when he hears you say something. 

He turns to look at you, not sure what you said. 

Your eyes are full of tears as you close the distance between you two. 

Jungkook's brain short circuits when you wrap your arms around his waist and stuff your face into his shirt. 

"Please-" You hiccup, "Please s-stay with m-me, Jungkook."

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a/n: !!!!!!! its done, pls tell me what you guys think, it always helps me. 

[cynettic]

Lovers to Enemies ( diluc x reader )

Summary - Diluc Ragnvindr, first in line to the throne to rule Monstadt. Oblivious that the woman he loved was his enemy instead.

Pairings - F!Reader x Diluc

Warnings - Few mentions of violence and swords

A/N - I haven’t been active in a while, sorry about that ;-; My posts will be more frequent cause I got a few of them in my queue. Feel like I could’ve made this one longer tho :/ I might continue the idea with a few other characters, if so, who should I do?

Born of royal lineage and the next in line for the throne, he got all that he pleased. Walking around marble tiled floors with gold ornaments hanging above, embroidered with the finest of silver.

But he was not stupid, and despite having so much, he recognized the responsibility that would soon bore onto his shoulders. The blood that flowed through his veins was special, and he knew he had to hone up to the name. Still did he take it for granted, still did he believe that nothing would fall between him and the throne.

Until you did.

His parents were proud of him, but they still pressed on the matter of a wife. Of course, something that he never truly considered or cared much to think about.

Until he met you.

Out of all the women dancing around the ballroom, you were the only one that caught his eye. Spinning around effortlessly, seaming through partners and weaving around the girls who laughed and chatted. You weren't laughing nor did you say a word, you seemed pensive in thought, a smirk curling the tips of your lips.

He found you amusing.

How was he to know his amusement would be the end of him?

That you were anything but the girl that ran along the palace walls, tugging his hand and urging him to follow your lead. Laughing when he scowled, brushing the plush of his lips when you swore you saw a crumb.

He soon came to love you.

It was evident, unavoidable when all the candidates for his marriage stayed in the palace and along his sight. He wouldn't stay away from you, couldn't try to hide the way his heart beat so effortlessly around you, the way his cheeks flushed red. And even when he was presented to women who his parents found far lovelier than you, they couldnt show him the freedom you had.

But he took your smirk at the ballroom too lightly, believed it to be something it was not.

There was no way he could’ve possibly known it was for his throne.

“What are you doing?”

The candlelight flickered in the emptiness of the room, holding only its last strains of light to provide view of the bed centred in the middle, closet doors on the side. Right in front of the silken sheets and cotton mattresses, on his knees, stood the man you claimed to love.

You rose an eyebrow at this, pushing the tip of your sword further to lift his chin slightly. “What do you think I’m doing?” Was your only response, haughtily when you saw the confusion in his eyes. “Oh ‘Luc, you still havent figured it out?”

The silence that followed was enough of an answer.

Still, you took pity on that pained expression of his, allowing him the comfort of kneeling without a sword pressed to his neck. You kept it tightly in your fist as you walked around him, circling like a vulture to its prey.

“For starters, I’m not quite who you think I am.” You let the metal of the blade drag behind you, eerie in the gaps between your speech. “I’m not a princess, heaven knows how you didnt realize. My etiquette was a mess, still is, so was my speech. I suppose that's what happens when you’re assigned to a job with only a day's notice to kidnap a princess and follow in her stead.” You shrugged, “All things considered, I think I did rather well.”

You could hear the sharp intake of breath, he slowly brought his hands to the floor rather than his back. “You’re not…”

“No, I’m not the princess from Sumeru, or whatever her name is. Pretty convenient that no ones seen or heard of her before, made the whole visual part a lot easier.” You pressed the sword against his neck, burying it in his red locks that cascaded along his spine. “Hands behind your back, now.”

Somehow, he believed he still had the upper hand when he drifted his wrists where you’d asked, only to spin around and knock the sword out of your hands. He was up on his feet and using his height to try to tower over you with his steps.

You flexed your wrists, “I never was good with a sword anyway.”

His only response was a frown, grinding his teeth to scowl when you chuckled. “I want answers,” he began, eyes hardening when you took a few steps back and your calves were pressed to the edge of the bed. “Now.”

“You always were demanding,” you simply mused, unblinking when he took a couple steps forward. “I’ve always wanted to knock you a few pegs down, arrogant doesnt look good on you.”

“Arrogant?” Diluc sputtered, one of his hands coming to grab your shoulder. “What does that have to do with all of this?”

You simply sidestepped it, one foot purposely set in front of him to send him tumbling when you shoved his shoulder forward. “Arrogant,” you repeated. “I dont blame you, its easy to get on your high horse when everyone around you praises you. And it has to do with everything. It’s what makes you so infuriating after all.”

He grunted when he first landed face first onto the bed, hands grasping for the sheets as he twirled around and his feet off the bed. But you were one step ahead, cradling the sword in your hand before meeting his gaze.

“You believe yourself to be a knight to your people, their saint in the dark when you become your so called, ‘Darknight Hero.’” It was Diluc’s first time seeing your face darken in contempt, an anger he’d never witnessed flashing across your features. “Parading around to keep Mondstadt safe, what a joke. You don’t know half the terrors that lie in the city, protecting it from the danger outside.” Your steps were quick to reach him, and instead of drawing your sword you leaned in close to his ear. “What about the dangers from within?”

Diluc jolted when your fingers brushed against the satin of his vest, the ornamental crest that hung right above his heart. You smoothened your palm against the fabric, feeling his heartbeat thud against your skin.

“The Ragnvindr, a royal family that has sworn an oath to protect Monstadt and it’s people. You do protect Monstadt, but you fail to aid its people.” You patted the metallic clip once again, a reminder. “Your corrupted father, and you, who does nothing to stop him.”

Eyes furrowed in an emotion you couldn’t put a name on, Diluc brought his hand to your shoulder. You didn’t shy away from his touch, staring him down when his hand strayed down your arm, to your hand. Gently grasping it in his and holding it up.

“Who… who are you?”

You blinked once. Twice. A chuckle slipping past your lips before you could stop it. “Ah, even with the sudden turn of events you never fail to amuse. Very well, my name is Y/n, resident of Monstadt and not a friend of its taxes.” You took a moment to think, lips parting. “Not very many people are a fan of your fathers taxes, I didn’t realize just what it was going towards until I truly entered the palace.”

Diluc didn’t speak, letting his hand drift away from your hand. Regret, guilt, all useless feelings in your eyes. You brought the sword up to his neck, fingers holding it like you ought to. Finally taking the situation seriously when you held his chin in your other hand, lowering his face to meet yours.

“But it’s alright, because we will take care of the corruption. Of you.”

He didn’t flinch at the disgust in your tone, only stared. “Who’s we?”

“Afraid of others who might hurt you?” You then cooed, inching his cheeks with your fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one who takes care of you.”

Something about your tone made Diluc think he wouldn’t like it very much.

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HC: Being Super Fluffy and Giving Them Lots of Love!

Anonymous: Could I request something for Izuku, Todoroki, Shinso and Bakugo. They're doing their own thing and are super concentrated or something and reader is just so entranced by them and they're so glad to have be able to call them their boyfriend and reader just gently cups their face and gives them and the most love filled, soft kiss cause AGH THEY'RE PRECIOUS TO READER! 😭 You can totally ignore this if you don't wanna 😂😂😂 I just feel so soft rn

Ahhhhh this is adorable anon! Honeslty some days I just wanna give these babies the biggest hugs UGHHHHHH

Also I changed up my layout a little to be more “aesthteic”, so sorry it it looks different! Do you like it? Drop me a comment on this post or inbox about which style you like better (the usualllll vs. this one!)

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Pairings: Izuku x reader, Shoto x reader, Shinso x reader, Bakugo x reader

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I Z U K U 

You and Izuku are having another study night, your body sitting next to his

Obviouskyyyyyyyy this boy does nothing but study smh

But you had completely given up- your brain had shut down after an hour and now you were just half listening to Midoirya mumble and half just admiring your adoarble boyfriend

You honestly miss seeing him look so domestic- you always see him in his uniform, his hero suit, and occasionally his All Might PJs on the weekends

But it feels like agessss since you’ve seen him in proper clothing

He looks just so cute in his teal sweatshirt, his scars peeking out of his sleeves as he wrote random equations on his paper

And his mannerisms are just so adorable-his tongue is poking out of his lips as he tried to work through a math problem, his eyes squinted in concentration and freckles dusting his cheeks like stars

How did you get so lucky getting someone so sweet and cute as him?

“If two goes into this fraction then possibly the variable will be isolated once I subtract the four-” hes mumbling under his breath, his voice so comforting against your ears

You lean your head against his shoulder, the scent of him just barely noticeable but so intoxicating- 

AND HES SOOOO WARMMMM

“’Zuku?” you asked tiredly, a lovesick smile plastered on your face

The sound of your voice breaks Izuku’s thoughts, his brows softening as he looks down at you

“Yes puppy-oh, are you getting tired? You look pretty sleepy...maybe we should take a break-”

omg why is he so sweetttttt

You just feel so calm, so comforted with Izuku it felt like your chest was just filled to the brim with love for this boy

Without warning, you leaned up to Izuku and kissed him softly on the lips,  your head feeling like it was spinning from butterflies

AHHH HE COMBUSTING TOO THO

Once you pull away, Izuku’s cheeks are as bright as cherries and you cant help but smile, cause seriosuly no matter how many times you kiss him he ALWAYS gets flustered

“You know I love you right?” you tell him, butterflies filling your stomach as he looks down at you withe wide, green eyes

COMBUSTING IZUKU IS DECEASED REPEAT IZUKU.EXE IS NO MORE

“o-of course! I-I-love you too!” he stuttered out, his nerves so intense that his tongue was like lead in his mouth

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S H O T O

It was just one of those crappy

CRAPPY NIGHTS

You couldnt sleep, it was too hot, you were uncomfrotable, your ,ind was racing

And once you DID fall you course had a gut wrenching nightmare that left you panting and sweating from fear

WHAT THE HECK BRAIN

So time for some good ol’ Shoto cuddles

And that’s how your now cuddled up into Shoto’s side, his body keeping you nice and cool

This boy was literally the sweetest- even though it was like1 in the morning, he couldnt care less about that and just focused on you

He quickly knew something was wrong when you were waiting in the doorway, his strong arms encasing you in atight hug

“Y/n dear, are you feeling alright? Whats bothering you?”

You just snuggled yourself deeeepppp into that boy cause he felt so comforting, his voice was velvety

also how does he always smell like detergent and expensive ass cologne like yessir thats the scent for meeeee

He quickly ushered you inside his room, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly

Literally all fears from that dream melted away with Shoto- his energy was so unbelievably strong and protective, it felt like nothing bad in the world would ever happen cause Shoto was there, and he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you

Also- seeing him in a plain white tee and black shorts literally could have made you swooned, cause god this boy really looks hot in anything huh?

He didnt judge you in the slightest about the dream, just offering for you to spend the night with him

Your head was cuddled into his firm chest, that intoxicating detergent-cologne-rich boy smell making your insides feel fluffy like cotton as his hands quietly brushed the hairs away from your face

He’s ask you small question, like “Are you comfortable dear?” or “Is that dream still bothering you”, just little things to make you feel more safe and open to talk to him

Shoto never wanted you to feel like you had to hide anything from him, and the effort really showed

You were know getting sleepy but the overwhelming feeling of appreciation and love for Shoto was exploding out of you

At this point you just wanted to show your undying gratitude to your boyfriend for being so unbelievably adorable and sweet

You shifted yourself, propping yourself slightly on his stomach so you could look at his face

damn this boy really got blessed with all the good genes huh?

You ran your fingers lightly against his skin, relishing the slight changes from cool to hot, your hands cupping his cheeks and feeling both sensations course through your body

Once you felt him sigh from content, you took it up a notch, leaving feather light kisses on his sheeks, his brows, his eyes, his scar...any avaliable skin you marked with yours

“Love, may I ask what you’re doing- you should be sleeping right now, its quite late-”

“I wanna show you I love you tho...” you sent the boy a pout, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest and vibrating throughout your body

“But I already know you love me,” he grinned sheepishly cause god your just so adorable, like a puppy desperate to give their owner attention

“Well-I still want to show you,” you stated, your voice slightly thick from sleep as you continued to kiss the rest of Shoto’s face

All this boy could do was lean into his pillow, his hands finding themselves on your waist cause he knew you were gonna do this until you were tired

He wasnt complaining though- you being cuddly and cute like this literally rocked his world in the best way possible

“You know- your very endearing when your half asleep”

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S H I N S O 

Shinso is probably the most hardcore gamer you know

It was late in the night, and this guy was still going at it, now playing a game of Mario Kart on the TV, the screen bright against his features

You had gotten tired of the video games, just deciding to watch your boyfriend play instead of being the one to play

And god were you happy with THAT decision

He just looked so...adorable, his body clad in a tight black tee and baggy gray sweats, once foot straight and one foot bent as he sat on the floor playing

His hair was unruly as ever, sticking out in every direction

HIs eyes were completely enraptured by the task in front of him, scanning the screen 

He was just so cute, lookking so intense yet so sleep deprived 

it was adorable how badly he wanted to beat the player playing against him

And then he went a licked HIS LIPS

IN THE MIDDLE OF PLAYING

Your face erupted in red cause

OMG

HES JUST SO HOT AND PRETTY AND UGHHHHHHH

You waited unpatiently to the last round, the music picking up pace as he sped to the finish line, hes cart victoriously earning 1st place

The dude didnt even cheer, just the most self absorbed smirk plastered on his face in pride

THAT IS WHEN YOU POUNCEDDDDD

You quickly plopped yourself gently into his lap, your thighs cradling his sides

“Aww whats the matter kitten, not giving you enough attention?”

Yours hands fell against the softness of the black shirt and oh thank godddddd its so thin, your digits trailing upward and feeling the slight ridges of his muscles underneath the fabric

“No....its just- its not fair for you to look so cute while playing games and I cant cuddle you....”

“Heh, I look cute?”

This boy really cannot fathom how you find him so endearing, and now you just want to prove it to him

“Mmhmm,” you answer a smile on your lips as you cup his face in your hands

HIs hair is so tickly against the tips of your fingers, his broad chest radiating heat throughout your body

Your start to leave quick kisses on him, starting from his checks and working in towards his mouth, but not quite kissing him square on the lips

The closest you get to kissing him is on the corners of his lips, leaving electric sparks against his skin

The boy is desperate now

You cant just do that to him 

“Aww cmon darling, dont tease me like that” he sends you a cocky grin, his pointer finger gently tilting your chin and pulling you into a deep kiss

SHINSO IS A GOOD KISSER FIGHT ME ON THIS

Once you pull away, your head is just spinning cause goddddd this boy is just a blessing

“Let me play one more round, and then we’ll head off to bed, alright?” he asks, his free hand now cupping your cheek

You sigh in content, your hands wrapping around his waist and snuggling into his chest, a warm, smoky smell like cedarwood drifitng to your senses and lulling  you to relax

“Okay...”

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B A K U G O

“Im winning this damn bear for you-”

“Katsuki no you already wasted $15 now lets go-”

“Im WiNiNiNG. ThE DaMn. BEAR- SO SHUT IT AND LET ME CONCENTRATE >:(”

You have been standing here for 10 minutes now, Bakugo determinnneddddd to win this gigantic teddy bear for you from a claw machine at an arcade

You feel so bad about it, but honestly, its turned into a personal grudge from him now

HES DETERMINED TO WIN IT AND MAKE YOU HAPPY

While your watching him you cant help it but find him adorable

Hes wearing a plain black tee and jean jacket, something he NEVER wears but looks so good on him?

This boy could be a model fight me on this

His face is the cutest tho-

You can tell he’s absolutely pissed cause he expected to win the animal way sooner than this, his eyebrows pointed downward and his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip

and then

AND THEN

THIS BOY FINALLYYYYYYY GETS IT

He’s trying his hardest not to start cheering cause he really just did that (after wasting $25 but ya know we’ll overlook that)

Your so happy too and that triumphant look on his face just melts your heart

cause he may be a cocky asshole but hes YOUR cocky asshole

“Ha- see told you I’d win it!”

Whatverrrrrr- you roll your eyes, your hands already snuggling the big bear up to your cheek

ITS SO SO SOFT AND SQUISHY YOU MIGHT CRY FROM THE CUTENESS

Your mind is already thinking of where to put it in your room (names too??) but then you look up at your boyfriend and UGH you could literally melt on the spot

cause he looks SO PROUD and SO SOFT- his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants as he gives you the smallest, happiest little smirk everrrrr

Your just feeling so grateful for the boy in front of you right now, that you put the teddy bear down and wrap Bakugo into a hug

Bakugo always acts like he doesnt want physical attention, especially in public-

But you know this boy lovessss to be touched, so when he returns the hug and gives your sides a small squeeze your weakkk in the knees

AND HE SMELLS SO GOOD

Always like caramel and something rich like firewood

You give him a quick kiss on the back of his neck

AND HOLY SHIT

HES COMBUSTING

Thank god the arcade is dark cause you would totally see his blush (something he will deny)

You pull away a smile on your face as you tell him thank you,

And

*le sigh

of course he ruins the whole cute moment you two had by saying, “Whatever-your the one who wanted the damn thing even though your too old for that shit-”

Just remind him of the All Might figures he secretly had stashed in his closet and he will combust again

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ask time!

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Malina likes fruits and juicy, fruity sweets. Robin LOVES puffy pastries, and would kill for a chocolace eclair. Zailaia likes her mom’s cookies and honey-flavored treats. She’s not a big fan of sugary sweets. Atari doesnt really like sweets, but secretly enjoys cotton candy every once in a while

Malina hates feeling and looking helpless. She does her best to keep her tears to herself. Robin prefers to keep their violent side a secret, for their own safety. Zailaia does her best to never show her anger, especially in front of friends and family. Atari maintains a „tough guy” persona and really tries to make sure there are no cracks revealing his caring interior

For Malina, my first thought was „I want a cat girl”. I later let go of this concept, but she DID end up becoming a cat girl so,,, She became selectively mute because of my own anxiety. Robin was supposed to allow me to live out my steampunk fantasies because I love the aesthetic, and I really wanted my own spin of a mad scientist trope. I made Zailaia wanting to go out of my comfort zone and play a melee fighter for ONCE, but I also didnt want the stupid/angry/stupid AND angry barbarian trope. Instead, she started having SO MUCH eldest sister energy that I kind of had no choice, really. Atari was just a „if a water person sufdenly got fire magic, how fucking mad do you think they would be?” question turned into a character