#i would rather be up here bc i need to charge my laptop but

[kuiinncedes]

the way i straight up did not know my roommates bf was here lmfao

[starseungs]

➳ one, two, fall for you. hjs (teaser)

• pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

you'd think that as the secretary of your highschool's student council, the ones in charge of this year's prom, that you would have already had a date for the event way before even announcing the information to the rest of the student body. and you did—just last minute after a very sponteneous decision.

• genre: fluff, humor (romcom), highschool au, student council au, prom season au, friends to lovers — teaser: 1.7k words / actual fic: around 10k+ words

• general warnings: cursing, y/n and jisung has this love-hate relationship as friends and just overall banter, prom season stress (bcs thats a thing)

• note: here's a teaser for my upcoming jisung fic! theres no set release date yet since its not really close to finishing, but i will open the taglist for this if anyone is interested <3 hopefully i get it out next week or so. (also happy birthday to my wife dahlia @comet-falls 🎉 this teaser is for you luv)

ⓒ written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

The continuous footsteps you've become accustomed to for the past few minutes suddenly ceased, bringing a deafening silence to your ears, which echoed throughout the entire desolated hallway. You took a sharp breath at the situation, already dreading the outburst that you had expected would come in three, two, one—

"What do you mean you don't have a prom date yet?" Chaeryeong screeched in disbelief, her hold on the plastic bottle filled with water tightening at your admittance. "You can't go without one! We're literally the first ones to know what's going on with the event; how have you not prepared to ask someone in advance?"

You kept your silence as you watched your friend stand frozen like a statue. Her eyes were opened wide and locked on you as if searching for a valid reason for your small (at least, you would like to think it was small) mistake. It almost creeped you out—her stance was a bit too robotic for your comfort. After giving it a few more seconds, you finally released a heavy sigh, opting to turn your back on her and open the student council room. Chaeryeong rushed to also get in, all the while whining at you for answers to her dilemma. Why it was hers and not yours, you'd rather not think about.

"Yes, yes. I already know what you're going to say," you groaned at her rapid-fire ranting—the speed almost rivaling the council's third-year male representative, Seo Changbin,'s talent for rapping. "It's bad, it's shit, and everything in between," you chanted like it was the Powerpuff Girls formula. Except it was your very own recipe for despair.

"It's required though?" A new voice entered your conversation. You snapped your head towards the sound of the comment only to find the recently mentioned third year sitting oh-so-comfortably at the couches, bulky headphones hanging around his neck as he set his laptop aside. "By the way, sick flow, Chae."

You found your tongue clicking on its own accord due to his unwelcome reminder. Exactly why was having a date to prom mandatory in the first place? Sure, it was already explained during homeroom class that the dance performance was to be graded for PE class, but couldn't you just randomly pick someone from the crowd when the dance occurs? If only you could complain, but it wasn't like the council was the one who mandated it anyway. The board did—all you guys were tasked with doing was making it happen. You were well aware that Chaeryeong was already going with Felix and that Changbin was a third-year student who was only going to be present because of council duties. Granted, you actually could ask him—there wasn't a rule that said first and second years couldn't bring a third-year as a date; however, the pressure of graduating was looming over them, and the school very much preferred that they just focus on studying. And so you made up your mind.

"You know what, if I really need one so bad, then consider it done," you proclaimed while sinking down on the couch, facing away from the room entrance.

"The next person to walk through that door will become my date for prom."

Chaeryeong rolled her eyes at your determined look. "What if they already have a date, huh?" She pointed out, making you deflate immediately.

This is stupid, you cried inside of your head. There was absolutely no way you were the only one left in the council without a date, right? Now what would you do if you were—go beg a classmate or something? How humiliating. Also very hypocritical of you; what if the next person was one of the two other third-years in the council? You had just made a fuss about not asking Changbin because of it, then how could you even ask Chan or Minho?

You'd think that as the secretary of your highschool's student council, the ones in charge of this year's prom, that you would have already had a date for the event way before even announcing the information to the rest of the student body. And yet here you were, on the verge of having a melt down at the mere thought of losing graded marks just because you were what they considered "bitchless". You could only pray to whatever deity is above that the next person to walk in those doors would actually accept your proposal, even if you had nothing grand planned.

So when the three of you heard the faint click which signalled that someone was about to enter the room, you threw your pride aside for now and wasted no more time. Whatever happens, happens—you tried to convince yourself.

"Hey," you called out loud without shame, not even bothering to properly check who it was. After all, it would be useless in the end if they refused. Be bold. Be confident. Be shameless— "Be my date for prom."

"Oh, sure."

You spluttered ungracefully—quickly opening your eyes (which you don't even remember closing) to see exactly which lunatic nonchalantly accepted your invite without an ounce of hesitation or thought. A pop of bright red was the first thing you noticed, the color coming from headphones that sat around the person's neck—a noticeable contrast to the fit white male's uniform top he wore. All of which were details that immediately pointed to one person in the student council.

"Yo, Jisung," Changbin greeted the male, one hand motioning for him to come closer. "I made a new track, mind listening to it?"

Han Jisung.

The council's second-year male representative, who acted more like an assistant communications head because his spiels were always the better ones. Felix, the actual comms head, loves him so much that he's even earned a spot in their division's group chat as an honorary member. Then again, who doesn't like Han Jisung? Everyone in this school and their mother knew of him—a testament to his sheer popularity. No wonder he won by a landslide during the council elections, not even giving his competitors a single vote, setting a new record. If you were asked, Han Jisung to all of you was a star, and you having to create a whole introduction to his entrance should have already spoken for itself.

Your mouth fell open in absolute shock, something Jisung picked up on and rolled his eyes at your reaction. "Close your mouth. Flies are going to get in it."

Oh so he's serious serious? You can't believe it—the Han Jisung himself doesn't have a date yet? Sure, he's no Hyunjin level in terms of popularity in your campus (that guy is royalty around here), but he still had a swarm of, relatively respectful, fangirls who were most likely very much willing to be his partner for prom. So what the hell even happened? It's not like he lost his ridiculous populariry overnight—there was just no way you'd believe that he didn't get a single proposal.

"Hold on, you don't have a prom date yet?" You asked in a somewhat dazed manner, still trying to wrap your head over the turn of events. "You, of all people?"

Jisung scoffs in absolute offense at your seemingly mocking words. "Obviously not," he grumbles like a small gremlin (to which he is in your eyes.) "Why else would I agree? Are you going to make fun of me now?"

You shook your head unsurely. "No, it's just," you exhale heavily, "Just shocking." He gapes at your response.

"What am I to you? A playboy?"

"Something along those lines," you admitted. Not to that extent, of course, but not too far off either. Jisung was a pretty friendly guy—so much that it comes across as suspicious at times. A normal highschool student wouldn't have a fandom for no reason. Most of them being people Jisung showed more than an ounce of kindness and sort of just fallen for the guy. Something you couldn't, and would never relate to, because as someone who knew him beyond formalities (like the rest of the main council), he was simply just Han Jisung. The annoyingly charming brat who seems to be good at everything you throw at him to the point you want to make it a challenge to see him fail once in your life.

Someday, you dreamily wish.

"I'm literally not!" Jisung exclaims, rattled by the revelation. He tries to meet the others eyes to look for their opinion, only to find the other two present members avoiding his gaze. Jisung gasps dramatically. "Do all of you think that?"

"I mean you are pretty popular, Ji. Not in a playboy kind of way, but it won't be too far off," Chaeryeong mumbled lowly, not wanting to feed the fire even more. However Jisung being Jisung melts into the couch with a hard expression.

"Unbelievable. How am I only hearing this now? No wonder I haven't gotten anyone asking to be my prom date!"

Your expression sours at his statement. "Mildly disturbed that the only thing you got from that is the prom part, and not the fact that you're one step away from having a playboy reputation," you sneered in jest.

"Duh? That's because it isn't true?" Jisung brushes off your semi-frozen icicles for words. Glancing at you from the side for a moment, he dares to add: "Besides, you're my date now. So it's no use."

Fuck Han Jisung lives, you repeat ten times in your head. The guy deserves no rights. He's so bitchy for what? And yet you couldn't entirely hate him because at the end of the day, the bastard was (unfortunately) your friend. "Should I be offended?"

"I don't know," he teasingly smirks at you, making your face heat up in annoyance. "Should you be?"

"One day I'll rip that cheeky smile off your face."

"Kindly refrain from using such threatening words in the council room, Y/N," A familiar voice startled everyone—all of which slowly turned towards the door, only to see an exhausted looking Chan, most likely regretting ever running for student council president. "But anyway—what's up guys?"

"Eat shit."

"Jisung!"

You could only watch a single leaf fall from the browning tree outside through the window as chaos ensued once again in the ever so lively student council room.

mastertag 🏷️ | @lhskokoro @starzzns @bookishcalls @comet-falls

[the-twitchy-life]

still kicking around

so, fun facts- I'm still here!

My life revolves around the school year, and my good laptop stopped taking a charge somewhere around winter break so I haven't been on tumblr since like... maybe spring break?

But I'm still kicking around doing my queer disabled stuff, being SUPER REPRESENTATIVE for my wee students who have no idea that queer disabled folks aren't part of the empowered majority.

Disabled life stuff:

-I tried a diazepam nose spray recently as a recovery med (instead of my usual dissolving lorazepam), and I gotta say it looks JUST LIKE NARCAN...

-so that's why I don't carry Narcan, even though it was offered to me free at Pride. The last thing I need is to accidentally treat myself for an OD when I need my epilepsy meds.

-I had an unrelated-to-epilepsy scary and painful outpatient surgery this spring. At this point I'm racking up some quality medical trauma and I'd rather process it, but this must be Therapy Season, bc the only person who wasn't fully booked could only see me on Friday afternoons- during which I am working. So I'll just keep on keeping on until further notice.

-The next person who tells my I'm so brave for traveling by myself will be bitten. I'm taking a vacation BY MYSELF this summer, bc I love traveling on my own and I'm a bossy traveling companion. And I'm not brave, I'm just bad at compromising.

-Similarly, the next person who says "Oh I could never," about any aspect of my life will also be bitten. People mean so well, and think they're complimenting me ("oh I could never eat as healthy as you do!") and it's so much bullshit. If you had to, you would. If the alternative was to feel completely awful, you would. Don't patronize me.

[lovely-ateez]

Favorite Place~

ꕥPosted: 3/8/21

ꕥGenre: College!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Emo!Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: ~4.8k

ꕥWarnings: General angst (happy ending), Unknown man being creepy to reader, Characters insulting reader behind her back, Alcohol intake, Driving with a few sips of alcohol (please don’t drink and drive), Implied violence, Language, Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex, Corruption kink, Language

ꕥA/N: Reader is a girly-girl bc we need more rep that isn’t hella negative and to actually be portrayed as smart and hardworking for once 😤 You👏can👏be👏both👏 ANyWay—thank you for bearing with me while I wrote this

I ran my hands along the open science textbook laying upon my desk, eyes scanning rapidly over the information. The pages were thin and flimsy, clearly showing the book’s age. If I wasn’t careful, the pages would rip with ease. Not that I had time to actually think about that.

In less than five minutes I, along with the twenty five other poor souls who took this class of their own volition, would be handed our last final for the class. A hundred and ten questions in an hour and thirty minutes.

The class was basically academic suicide and had I been told that, I would have stayed far, far away from the class. But no. No one bothered to run that by me.

A whiff of familiar cologne filled my nose and against my better judgement I looked up to find the class genius, Hongjoong Kim. It was bad enough that he was smart as a whip and never needed to study, but on top of it all he was a dangerous, handsome, irresistible bad boy.

He gave me a wink, a sly smile resting on his lips. I gave him the same reaction I always did: a blank face. There had been multiple times he had tried to rile me up, whether that be say something flirty or wink, or “accidentally” touch my shoulder, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of any reaction. I would keep a blank face, hoping that he would leave me alone.

I wasn’t immune to his charms. I felt butterflies in my stomach every time he looked at me just like any other girl he tried it on, but I didn’t want him to know that. The biggest reaction I had given him was an eyebrow quirk at most.

I could tell it bothered him. I knew he was frustrated that he couldn’t get me to blush or stutter my words, and that may have been part of why he kept up his antics. Probably the entire reason, knowing him. Had he not been a fuckboy, I might have fallen for him. Might have.

I returned my eyes to my book and heard his footsteps walk past me, headed to the very back of class. His usual spot.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen,” A loud clap could be heard from the front of the room, our professor signalling the start of class, “It is time for your final. I hope you all are well prepared. I ask that you remove anything from your desk aside from a pencil and I will begin to hand out the tests. You may leave as you finish, just make sure to hand me your tests before you leave. Good luck.”

Book already off my desk, I gripped my pencil, hoping six hours of studying was enough.

“Thank you.” I muttered to my professor as he placed the stack of papers on my desk.

Here goes nothing, I suppose.

-

I handed in my test with a smile, hoping that I’d pass. Taking a deep breath I stepped out of the classroom, seeing a familiar face. At the noise of my footsteps Hongjoong looked up from his phone with a devilish smile, eyes staring me down. I must’ve not noticed he turned in his test before mine, not that I was surprised. He always finished his test the quickest out of all of us.

“How’s it going, pretty-in-pink?”

Pink was my favorite color and and I wore pink clothes often, unfortunately it had earned me several unwanted nicknames, all coming from Hongjoong.

I barely bothered him a glace, “I have a name.” 

“But your nicknames are so unique to you. Don’t you love them?”

“Can’t say I do.” I walked away, not interested in entertaining him any longer than I already had.

“Farewell, princess.” He fleeted me with a honey-like voice.

Suppressing an eye roll, I gripped the straps of my backpack, ecstatic to get away from him. The more time I spent away from him the better. The less time I was with him meant there was less of a chance for me to get attached to him. I refused to let that happen.

After I left the building I grabbed a coffee and walked to the library, bracing the cold weather. I only had one final left and I needed to make sure I studied enough. Just one last push before I was done for the semester. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, I saw a familiar face who smiled at me and I sat down at his table.

“Hey! How do you think you did on the final?” Lia asked me as I took my laptop out.

“Honestly I don’t know. I don’t want to say I passed because knowing my luck, if I do I’ll fail it. I knew the majority of the answers though, so there’s that.”

“That’s a positive.” She cocked her head, observing the way my eyes were glued to my laptop, “So what are you studying for now?”

“Criminal Psychology. I don’t take it until late tomorrow but I wanna get some studying in.”

“You’ve been studying for hours, you’ll be fine. Let’s just go shopping instead.”

My ears perked and I slowly raised my head, “Damn you. You know I’m not gonna turn you down.”

A wide smile formed on her face as she placed her hands behind her head, “What are friends for?”

“Oh don’t look so cocky.”

“Why not? I’m pretty sure I’ve won here. Now let’s get going.”

Lia stood up and slid on her backpack, a smile still plastered on her face. Just as I was placing my laptop in my own backpack I heard a string of male voices and a mention of my name.

I gave Lia a look and, curiosity taking over, I snuck closer to the direction of the voices to see a group of men at a table hid behind a large stack of bookshelves. There were four of them, not a one of them sitting properly in a chair. Two were sitting on top of the table, another with his legs propped on the table, the other sitting upon a backpack which itself was on a chair. I could only see two of their faces and didn’t recognize either.

“We’ve gotta invite the token good girl, right?” A tall man with dark hair smiled, leaning back on the table.

A man with distinct dimples, clad in all black scoffed, “Y/n? Like she’d go to a party anyway.”

“She might.” Hongjoong tiled his head, allowing me to see him, black earrings swaying as he looked at the man with dimples.

Oh. He’s there, too.

“She dresses like she still believes in the tooth fairy.” A man with a blonde ponytail scoffed, “You think she’s gonna come to a party with people like us?”

I grabbed Lia’s arm to prevent her from storming over. She was upset, I was too, but I wanted to keep listening. Still, I couldn’t deny the pang of hurt I felt as I looked down at my pink skirt and cropped top. Was it a crime to like the color pink?

And I thought I looked cute today...

“You should be the last person to judge someone over the way the dress, Yeosang. You never wear anything but black. If she likes it, then she likes it. Fuck you.” Hongjoong bit back.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why he defended me, maybe he was just defending fashion for fashion’s sake and it had nothing to do with me, but it was still nice of him.

Yeosang smiled, “Damn someone’s aggressive, huh? Someone might almost think you’ve got feelings for the girl.”

Hongjoong remained silent.

“Ooh is she still not reacting to your desperate attempts to woo her?”

Hongjoong quickly became defensive, “Listen, I’m not-”

“Okay we’re not getting into this. Just invite her, you never know what she’ll say.” The dark-haired man said to Hongjoong, “And invite her friend, too. She wouldn’t go alone.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point. I’ll talk to them next time I see them.”

I turned to face Lia, whispering in her ear, “Let’s go. Please.”

Her face told me that she would much rather confront them, but changed as my eyes began to water once more. She nodded and put an arm around me, leading me out of the library.

A tear fell down my cheek as we walked. I raised my hand to wipe my face when Lia did it for me. She pulled me into a tight hug, running her hands through my hair.

“Don’t you think for a second that you’re any less of amazing. Fuck them for not seeing it.”

As she spoke more tears began to fall and my breath hitched, “But-t they-”

“No. There’s no excuse for being shitty to you, especially when you haven’t done anything to wrong them.”

I nodded, trying my best to believe her and steady my breathing.

“What can I do for you? What can I do to help?”

Releasing Lia from my tight grip I stepped back and looked in her eyes, “Nothing. Let’s just go shopping.”

My friend nodded and slipped her hand into my own, something she would always do when I needed comfort. I squeezed her warm hand, following her footsteps as she led me to her car.

“So...you’re not gonna go to the party are you?”

“Yeah I don’t think so.”

She let out a hum in approval and nodded, opening the car door for me.

As much as I wanted to take my mind off of the boys’ words, I couldn’t. No amount of retail therapy seemed to help that. I knew Lia was doing her best to make me feel better and I felt a bit guilty for bringing down the mood. She scoffed when I told her, making eye contact and emphasizing that she simply wanted to make me feel better.

Sooner than I liked, we had to part. Lia had a class in thirty minutes and I had to help out in an on-campus activity. She gave me a tight hug and a small smile, bidding me adue.

I was the Vice President of our Activities Planning Board and as such was in charge of setting up an Academic Bowl for the competing students. Unfortunately, I was having trouble setting up the large tables and my small frame just made it harder. I was confident anyone around could see that I was struggling and I huffed, hoping no one would look my way. It didn’t help that I was outside in the middle of campus, where anyone just walking by could see me.

“Do you need any help?”

I turned to find Hongjoong with his dark backpack slung over his shoulder, a concerned look on his face. Had I not desperately needed help, I would have refused.

“Yeah I do. Hold this, will you?” I nodded at the opposite side of the table I was struggling to hold.

He appeared shocked that I accepted his offer, but I didn’t dwell on it and instead lifted the table. We worked in silence aside from a few words of instruction I gave him, and I was thankful for the lack of distraction. When we set up the last table I placed my hands on my hips, looking at the tables.

Hongjoong crossed his arms, “Why were you doing this alone?”

“No one else signed up to help for the Academic Bowl, so I did it myself.” He gave a confused look so I clarified my position.

“Of course you’re the Vice President.” Hongjoong muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I faced him, feeling slightly offended.

He shrugged, “I know you’re just involved in a lot. I’m not surprised.”

Ignoring his comment, I took the conversation another direction. “Why did you help me?”

“You needed help, princess.” He answered simply.

I nodded, ignoring the nickname. “Well...thanks.”

A moment of silence followed until Hongjoong broke it, “Hey listen, there’s a party this weekend I want you to go.”

“Why?” I cocked my head.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know anyone that will be there.”

“You know me.”

“That’s not exactly an incentive.”

He scoffed in mock offense, “Okay first of all, ouch. Second, what if I sweeten the deal?”

My eyebrows raised, lips forming a smile, “Oh yeah? What could that possibly be?”

He faltered for a moment, his voice lowering seemingly without intent, “That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile. You’re beautiful.”

I turned from him, trying to will any semblance of a flustered expression off my face. “You were saying before?”

Hongjoong chuckled, “I’ll drive. You can even invite your friend if you want.”

“Lia?”

“Yeah. If it makes you more comfortable.”

At first, I wanted to say no. At first, I wanted to continue my streak of refusing any advance he made on me. But looking at his kind eyes, completely devoid of any malintent, I felt my heart flutter. When my mind thought back to how he had defended me in the library I felt a warmth bubbling in my chest. I pretended to ponder for a moment, even though I already knew my answer.

“Okay but I don’t...I don’t think I should tell Lia.”

“Why’s that?”

“She kinda hates you.”

He looked taken aback, “Might I ask why?”

I sighed, crossing my arms, “Don’t worry about it. So where is this party?”

He filled me in on the details and I did my best to keep up my neutral façade. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was ecstatic to see him outside of campus, my will of staying away from him faltering by the minute.

-

I stood in front of my closet for what seemed like hours, desperately trying to find something that would match the occasion. I laughed a bit to myself as I looked at the section of black clothes I had. I went through a bit of an emo phase in middle school and I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of any of them. I debated avoiding black clothes all together, but the words of Yeosang rang in my head and I bit the inside of my cheek.

Fine. I’ll change it up. But I’ll be damned if I give up on pink.

Taking a deep breath I slipped into a light pink leather skirt reaching mid-thigh with black fishnets. I put on a black leather jacket over my black see through shirt exposing my lacy bra underneath, my pink shoes on last.

I took several deep breaths and observed myself in the mirror. It was a change, definitely. I didn’t mind black, but I wouldn’t wear just black alone. I wanted it to be more feminine.

I heard a car horn outside my apartment much sooner than I expected. Bracing for Hongjoong’s reaction, I stepped outside. I was greeted with a smug smile, the man adorning it seeming as confident as a god until he observed my clothes, his eyebrows raising.

Hongjoong’s eyes scanned over me, taking in my abrupt fashion change, “I still wasn’t entirely certain you’d go. Much less looking like this.”

My lips quirked into half-smile, “Well I can’t show up looking like I normally do.”

“Why not?”

My heart swelled at the genuine confusion evident on his face. “Some people don’t care for the way I dress.” I took a breath and continued, “I heard you and your friends in the library.”

I forced myself to look him in the eyes. I could see the gears turning in his head as he put the pieces together, a scowl forming on his face. “You don’t have to change a goddamn thing. You look great, don’t get me wrong, but you look great in pink, too. And I’m sorry if he made you feel otherwise.”

I shook my head. “It’s alright, I actually kinda like it.”

“You definitely make it work.” He swallowed, voice lowering.

“Then maybe I should wear a bit of black more often.”

The man gave a thousand dollar smile, quirking a brow that left my panties feeling slightly damp. He motioned to the car door, “Hop in, cutie.”

A friendly string of conversation followed us as Hongjoong drove. I felt my nerves starting to dissipate, his smile I once despised now bringing me comfort. And really, he was much funnier than I had believed. I found myself laughing with him more than I had in a long time. I knew my walls were falling, but I wasn’t trying to fight it anymore.

Why the hell not? He’s kind enough, and he isn’t even close to being hard on the eyes.

The car drive was much quicker than I expected, although how quickly I was unfamiliar with my surroundings through me for a loop. The trees around us became more sporadic and the sun set quicker than what seemed normal. I fidgeted slightly, prompting Hongjoong to look over at me. He intertwined my fingers with his own and I smiled, secretly welcoming his touch.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m right here with you, okay?”

I nodded, grasping onto his hand tightly. Before I knew it, my eyes locked with the building in front of us. I took in the abandoned building in front of me, eyes widening slightly as I observed its poor condition. Large windows were shattered, vines were growing around pillars, grass peaking through what once was concrete.

“This is the most sketchy place I’ve ever seen in my life.” I spoke, feeling slightly alarmed by the building but comforted by Hongjoong’s presence.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“I literally just saw a rat run out a broken window.”

Hongjoong suppressed a smile and let go of my hand, opening his car door and telling me to stay in place as he walked around and opened the door on my side. I hesitated as I exited the car, a bit afraid of what could possibly be inside the building.

“We can leave at anytime. If you don’t want to go in we can leave right now. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

As sweet as he was being, I felt the need to prove to him that I was brave enough to enter, even if it did look like he was leading me to my death.

“Thank you, but I’m okay. We can go in.”

He smiled, leading me to an out-of-the-way entrance which seemed to lead to a different building entirely. I gave an involuntary “woah” as we entered the building. As horrific as it looked on the outside, it was gorgeous on the inside. Perfectly up kept brick walls hugged the sides of the building, lights were strung from the ceiling, arcade machines and dart boards were huddled in a corner, and of course, there was a bar with a seemingly unlimited amount of liquor. People were scattered all throughout, socializing and being generally loud. Everyone wore about the same color clothes as Hongjoong, dark as they could possibly get.

“How did you even find this place?”

“My friend Yeosang and I were just driving around and we found it one day. Decided to make it our hangout spot.”

I looked at him confused, still amazed at my surroundings. Hongjoong led me over to his familiar group of friends, assuring me that they wouldn’t bite, and introduced me to the seven men, four of which I hadn’t seen prior. I saw the color drain from a few of their faces as they saw me, likely from their words in the library, but I didn’t comment on it. Overall, they were much friendlier than I expected them to be.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” Hongjoong nudged me, “You want anything?”

“No that’s okay. I think I’m gonna check out the pinball machines. They look kinda cool.”

“You sure you don’t wanna stay by my side? I won’t take long.”

I shook my head, “I’ll be okay.”

He chucked, “Alright. I’ll grab a drink and I’ll head right over, princess.”

I bit my lip at the nickname and wandered over to the machines, surprisingly feeling comfortable in the environment, despite everything being so unfamiliar. All of the games were being used, some people clearly playing better than others.

I got lost in the artwork on the side of a particular pinball machine when a gruff voice caught my attention. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”

I turned to meet a tall man with grey hair. He was young, likely in his mid-twenties, and reeked of cigarettes and a foul smell I couldn’t place.

A flash of fear ran through me and I tried to make my voice as confident as possible, “I was invited.”

“Well...that’s certainly a shame now, isn’t it? I wasn’t invited, but I decided to show up for a bit of fun anyway.”

He came closer to me, our height difference incredibly prominent as he leaned over me, “How about you give me a kiss, little thing?” I ran away as soon as the words left his mouth, hoping that he wouldn’t follow me but assuming he would. I dashed around quickly and sporadically around people, hoping I would lose him.

I looked around desperately for Hongjoong, sighing when I found him surrounded by his friends, laughing at something one of them said. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm, gaining his attention.

I hope this fucking works.

“I need you to kiss me.”

A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, “What?”

“Please kiss me.” I begged, eyes wide, disregarding the stares of his friends around us, hoping that if the man saw I was taken he’d leave me alone.

Without hesitation he wrapped his free hand around my waist—a cup of alcohol still in the other—and pulled me close, pressing his lips to my own. He kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip slightly and letting out a growl only I could hear. He wasn’t my first kiss, far from it, but no one had ever kissed me like he did. Just a kiss had never left me feeling weak at the knees. Just a kiss had ever made me feel so submissive, making me want to beg him to take me right on the spot, regardless of the fear in my veins. Even with the taste of alcohol still on his lips, his scent overtook me.

He pulled back, eyes darker than before, and raised a brow, “Care to tell me what that was about?”

Just then I realized my hands had been gripping his leather coat, pulling him just as close as he was pulling me. I looked over in the direction of where the man was before, not seeing him.

“A man was following me and he was trying to get me to kiss him a-and I didn’t know him...I just wanted him to leave me alone.”

His eyes narrowed at my words, a rage I hadn’t seen before taking over them, “What did he look like?”

“I-I don’t know he was tall and had grey hair and-”

He cursed under his breath. Keeping me just as close he turned to the men around him, their eyes narrowed as well.

“You heard that?” He asked his friends.

“Loud and clear.” San said, cracking his knuckles, a scowl on his face that scared me, even though I knew I wasn’t the one it was directed at.

“I thought we told him to never come back here.” Jongho snarled.

“We did.” Hongjoong said.

Seonghwa looked at me, nodding to Hongjoong, “Keep her safe and take her out of here. If he’s here I’m sure he’s brought friends. Yeosang, lead everyone out. We’ll take care of him.”

Hongjoong looked conflicted, obviously wanting to stay and fight, but gave into the older man’s command. “Be fucking safe,” he barked, but I could see the fear in his eyes as he looked at me, “Come on, we’re going.”

Seonghwa mumbled something to Hongjoong and he nodded in response, tossing his alcohol to the ground. I didn’t have time to ask questions as he led me out a back door, the darkness of the night equally horrifying and comforting, and quickly pushed me into his car, apologizing the entire time. He entered the key into the ignition and the car sprung to life.

“Uhh...maybe it’s not a good idea for you to drive. You’ve been drinking, right?”

“I had maybe two sips. I’ll drive safe, promise.”He gave me a small comforting smile, “Put your seatbelt on. Hold on tight, sweetheart.” His voice was calm but firm as he spoke. I nodded and did as he said, bracing as his car sped off, my heart beating in overtime.

The ride was a blur, the only things I could remember being Hongjoong’s calming voice, periodically reassuring me that things would be okay. We arrived at a foreign building which Hongjoong called his house, and only then did I let myself fall apart. I felt tears streaming down my face as my hands quivered, my head beginning to pound.

“Hey, hey look at me. You’re safe. You’re safe with me.” My teary eyes met his and I felt my heart break at the way he was looking at me, as if he had made me cry himself.

“Here, come on. Let’s get you inside, okay?”

My tears slowed as he carefully led me inside his house, sitting me down on his bed. He crouched down in front of me, wiping the tears from my face.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I didn’t realize he was going to be there. I never should’ve made you come along I’m so-”

“Who was that?”

Hongjoong sighed, “He used to be a friend of mine. We had a falling out and he became violent. One time he showed up at one of our parties with some friends of his to start a fight. We won and told him to never come back. Looks like he did.” He looked off into nowhere, regret clear on his face.

“You didn’t know,” I sniffled, “You couldn’t have known.”

I watched the muscles in his jaw tighten, his agitation still visible. I brought a hand out to reach his own, trying to comfort him. The loud ding of Hongjoong’s phone made me jump and he apologized profusely. As he took out his phone from his pants pocket I looked around his room for the first time. It looked exactly as I had expected, solid black furniture and so many band posters decorating the wall I could hardly tell what color his bedroom walls were.

Hongjoong spoke up, “I just got a text from Seonghwa. There were two other people there with him. My friends took care of them don’t worry, you’re safe.”

I nodded, pulling him into a hug and burying my face into his chest. “If you’re comfortable with it,” He started, “I’d like you to stay here. I want to know you’re safe.”

My eyes met his as he moved a hair out of my face, “I’m not pressuring you. If you don’t want to I understand.”

A hand of his ran up and down my back, tracing little patterns here and there, and I realized just how much I wanted to be with him.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay.”

He laughed, “What do you mean ‘if it’s alright with you’ I asked.”

I bit my bottom lip and looked down, a bit embarrassed.

Hongjoong laughed, “Hey, look at me.” He said in a commanding yet sweet tone that made my thighs press together. I glanced back up at him, his handsome features making me feel dizzy.

He chuckled, “What’s that look for? You got something to say to me?”

I hesitated, “Actually, I do have a question.”

“Which is?”

“Why did you chase after me?”

Hongjoong smiled, “You never gave a reaction to anything I tried. It confused me and piqued my curiosity. So I began to watch you and how you interacted with people. You’re gentle and sweet. You’re innocent and haven’t let the world tear you down. I admire that.”

He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing my ear, “And it turned me on beyond belief. I wondered how I could ruin you, thought about how I could turn you into a quivering mess as you beg for me.”

I shivered and pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes. His beautiful, dark eyes. Hongjoong let out a dark chuckle as he sat on his bed, lifting me on his lap. He gave an eyebrow raise and a crooked smile as my breath hitched while looking at him, taking him in.

How did I never notice how his dark hair falls to one side when he cocks his head and how he looks so endearing when it happens? How did I never pay attention to his soft pink lips that give way to his gorgeous smile and how much I’ve been dying to kiss them all this time? How did I not see the way his eyes form crescents when he smiles, making my heart grow ten times over?

Why did I never think to take note of how his deep voice makes my stomach do somersaults? Why was I so unaware of his tongue piercing that was leaving me wonder how it would feel on my skin? Why didn’t I observe the black painted nails of his that were currently dancing along my thighs, giving me goosebumps?

How and why did I never notice him?

“You’re such a good girl.”

And for the first time around him, I flushed.

He chuckled, “Oh? You like that?”

I nodded quickly and he said it again, smiling as my face heated up once more.

“It’s so good to see you react to what I say. I wonder...” Hongjoong leaned closer to me, “How will you react when you’re underneath me? Squirming and begging for me to touch you?”

I gave him a look of desperation and balled his shirt into my fist, trying to move him closer, “Please.”

Hongjoong lifted me off of him, quickly discarding my clothes followed by his own shirt. My eyes were guided down by his abs and I ran a hand across them without thinking, whimpering quietly.

“Is my baby girl getting needy?” He cooed.

I closed my eyes, once again nodding in embarrassment.

“How about we take care of that?”

He laid me down on the soft sheets of his bed, leaving me in anticipation as he pinned my hands above my head with a hand of his own. My eyes widened and he chuckled, running a single finger along my folds.

“You’re so unbelievably fucking wet...do I turn you on that much?”

I let out a small “yes” and he hummed in response. Placing a few kisses upon my lips, Hongjoong slowly entered two fingers into me and my back arched. His fingers curled, hitting a spot inside of me that’d I’d never been able to reach. I spread my legs as far as they could go, pleading for more, feeling tears prick my eyes.

Hongjoong spoke, his voice already dropping several octaves, “Keep your hands here, understand? I don’t want you moving them.”

I nodded, willing my hands to stay in place as his own moved to my hips, leaving kisses along my inner thighs.

“Hongjoong please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Please touch me.”

“Oh, I think I can do better than that, don’t you?”

His lips attached to my core, tongue running through my folds and nose hitting my clit as I moaned pathetically. His hands held my hips down as I tried to buck them up, barely able to keep my hands above my head. After what felt like years, his mouth finally reached my clit and I cried out as his lips attached to it, sucking hard and leaving kitten licks. My high built up quickly and I came hard, my hands leaving their spot and pulling slightly on his hair.

“Thought I told you to keep your hands above your head, no?”

I mumbled an apology and he leaned over to kiss me, “You’re forgiven, darling.”

He seemed just as impatient as I was and without much begging the rest of his clothes were off, his dick teasing my entrance.

“God Hongjoong please I need you so bad.”

“I need you too, y/n.”

He fully entered me, cursing as he did so. I was so caught up in the feeling of him inside of me that I didn’t even register him asking me a question until he laughed at me.

“Feeling good, baby? Can’t even speak?”

I whimpered, nodding seeming to be the only thing I could manage to do. I felt his member twitch inside of me and I pleaded for him to fuck me, to give me anything. Hongjoong growled and jerked his hips up into me over and over, leaving me a moaning mess.

“Taking me so well, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me.”

The amount of praise he gave me caused a few tears to fall from my eyes, not realizing how bad I needed it until that moment. My walls clenched around him every time, causing him to groan and snap his hips into me even harder. Hongjoong’s eyes grew hazy, his dark hair sticking to his forehead.

“I’m close, darling. Be my good girl and cum for me”

His hand trailed down to my clit, rubbing tiny circles. My back arched as I came in time with him, our breaths synchronizing as we gasped for air.

He slowly pulled out of me and ran to the bathroom to grab a towel, cleaning me up. Hongjoong giggled and I raised a brow at him.

“I never thought you’d give me a chance. It’s almost like I’ve corrupted you.”

“You have. Aren’t you aware of the party I went to because of you? I almost died.”

Hongjoong laughed as he crawled into bed and pulled blankets over the both of us. He ran a hand through my hair, looking at me fondly, “You did not almost die.”

“Okay yeah but I could have. That’s what we should be focusing on here.”

“I think there’s something else I’d like to focus on.”

Hongjoong pulled me into a deep kiss, hand slithering down to my waist. His kisses trailed to my ear, a slight chuckle leaving his lips, “My pretty princess.”

I looked at him with doe eyes, slightly in awe of him, and wondered how I could’ve pushed him away for so long. I knew for certain that I had no intention of doing so ever again.

When I told him he smiled, “Good. You’ve had a grip on my heart since day one. I’d be a fool to let you get away from me.”

I blushed slightly, much to his entertainment. We snuggled up to each other in silence, listening to the sound of our synchronized breathing as I lulled to sleep, our warm fingers intertwined. My dreams filled of him.

“Sleep well, my princess. I’ll be right here when you wake.”

[princess-stabbity]

complaining abt mom

the other day mom put a laptop battery pack on the counterspace where we fill our drinks (she cleared the space off as a surprise for me, because i get seething mad sometimes about the fact that our kitchen has so much garbage in it that i have less than one square foot of prep space for cooking and frequently have to resort to putting stuff on the unused stove burners or balanced precariously on the toaster)

after two mornings barely having enough room to set down the glass i need to fill for breakfast, i take the battery out to where we charge things and drop it there

mom: "i didn't want that there. i want to put it in my backpack" me: "then put it in your backpack" mom: "i was going to! i only put it there bc [i couldn't even follow, bc I JUST WOKE UP, but i'm p sure it was along the lines of "i had too much stuff in my hands the other day"]" me: "then put it in your backpack" mom: "i was getting to it! it's not like it was in anybody's way!" me: "it was in MY way. that's why i took it out here." mom: (sniffs) "well, it didn't get in MY way while making breakfast"

at that point i was too tired to keep arguing and just walked back into the kitchen to finish breakfast. i know she meant that last bit like "i was able to, why weren't you?" but it's actually a perfect encapsulation of this, because you could just as easily read it as "it didn't get in MY way, who cares if it got in yours?"

i mean the fact that she made a big deal of cleaning while we were away, but the place she started was my room, not the living room or kitchen, says a lot. if you didn't know her/our dynamic, you might think, "oh that's nice of her, cleaning your room for you" but it's not about ME, if her motivation was doing something nice for ME (or, for that matter, something practical) she would have started in the kitchen, not ended there.

no, it's because she claims that too much clutter "gives [her] depression." but coincidentally only dad's and my clutter 🤔 usually when she cleans, what happens is she cleans our stuff, then either is satisfied or runs out of steam before cleaning up any of her stuff (despite having as much as us, or more). this last binge was unusual less for how much she accomplished so much as the fact that she actually tackled some of her stuff for once.

anyway, i try to have sympathy for the fact that she definitely has adhd, and unlike mine, which i'm trying to get under control with meds now, she's just fully rawdogging life. but i think the difference between us is when i leave something somewhere because i'm getting around to it i swear and someone moves it, i apologize for not getting to it sooner, tell them they don't need to do that i'll do it right now, etc. that literally happened with me and dad last night. with her, she gets mad because how dare you. sure it's been there two days and the place i was going to move it to is literally two feet away and yet i still chose to just make breakfast around it for two mornings instead, but YOU are the asshole for moving it someplace reasonable rather than intuiting where i wanted it to go, putting it there for me after i complained, or continuing to work around it indefinitely.

it hasn't even been a month (hell, i don't think it's been two weeks yet) and she's already recluttering the kitchen. but hey, it's not in HER way, so what's the big deal!

[phoebehalliwell]

Ok I’m curious, how would you fix season 8? Which is objectively the worst season IMO but had the most potential

i mean like there were a lot of things wrong with season eight but i think by far the worst thing was their villains like. for starters. making billie and christy our big bad was. bad. and then there was dumain? the triad? the source came back for a second? it was sloppy, at best. like. like!! i think s8 would have benefitted best from a clear-cut villain from the get go, something that was evil with an agenda, that offered a couple one-off plots rather than like. a girl who was kidnapped an emotionally manipulated into believing she's right by older powerful men exploiting her and wrapping up her plot by literally(!!) incinerating her. she burnt to death i'll never be over this she was literally human lmao what the Fuck. so instead of doing a billie manipulated by christy manipulated by dumain who's like. the triad's bitch. Don't. the underworld is currently in chaos what with the source dying and then the avatars stint and the zankou bit. they need leadership. have someone vy for the throne. forget the ultimate power. leave that shit in the dust. we could still potentially have billie, but billie was just a really bad character for charmed where we were. like we just watched the girls go thru endless shit for a near decade and now we have some knockoff buffy like i know more than you!! like it doesn't matter that in some cases, billie is right (hello?? scrying with a laptop????), like, we’ve been with the charmed ones so long like it's so hard to read billie as anything other than annoying. and then both henry and coop were done So Fast like. those could stand to marinate a shade longer. every tho paige and henry's wedding is my fav out of all the weddings on the show (bc it was the cutest) um. it's very ooc. like they can just be in a long term committed relationship. moving in together could be their big thing. maybe getting engaged. but like the speedrun in three months? two months? unbelievable. and then i've mentioned this before coop entering phoebe's story of his own volition as a passing cupid who senses a blocked heart and tries to fix it and then ends up in way over his head when phoebe summons him and threatens to vanquish him. like way more believable than the elders just sending coop down as a sorry present girl what. other people have also pitched work rivals to lovers phoebecoop as two rival pop culture cupids. there are options. skip over dex obvi. i will give a shout out to the way they got rid of leo. the um. mechanics of it were stupid, as previously stated. but i'm always a fan of bringing in death, and i thought it was a good loophole for getting rid of brian 2 save money. oh you know what else i didn't like? agent murphy. fuck that guy he was both boring uninteresting bland and also a dickwad. so. :\

okay. so to salvage s8 on a budget. here's what i'd proposed: focus on seats of power. sets you already have: magic school, the manor, the underworld (presumably). first thing under siege so 2 speak is the manor, now that the charmed ones are dead. paige keeps trying to help charges on the dl, phoebe still practices magic and intervenes in like. letters that warrant it from the advice column. piper and leo are living that domestic life and maybe we get a quote from wyatt just like from melinda in s2 don't worry mommy i promise not to use my magic and like all these girls kinda hit the conclusion hey. this is wrong. we are the charmed ones. let's own up to it. they're back!! we give paige two relevant charges: speed, a future whitelighter who just graduated high school in the spring. no he's not going to college, despite henry's insistence, and later paige's. he'll hit that epiphany later. billie. wicked smart, independant, freshman at berkeley with a tragic past. they r gonna be each other's love interests, giving us a plotline off the sisters so the actresses can have a break because evidently that was a requirement as well. speed's first 2 notice, but billie's first to put the pieces together: there's something demonic afoot in san francisco. and up-and-coming demon clan have been like. like giving mortals demonic powers, granting them magic in exchange for fealty. this can lead for kind of a big final battle, with the charmed ones vs like an army that can easily be disarmed once they find the necessary magical pathway. we can also have the sidequest of magic school, which will soon be falling into the hands of the charmed ones. in fact, we can have the demon clan going for a "magical seat of power" which the girls interpret as the manor but realize almost too late that it is magic school. from there, all the mortals who went demonic can like. be knocked unconscious have their memories wiped and place back in the world like nothing ever happened, wrapping that up in a neat bow. the girls finish the fortification of magic school, resealing its protections and confirming its place as a haven for the next generation of magic. speed almost dies and you think he's gonna die fr fr because he's a future whitelighter and you're like oh that's how we're gonna wrap that plot up but psych! billie saves him at the last minute. they get to stay in a healthy normal relationship together <3 piper gets leo back after the great battle, phoebe and coop get married in the manor and take the place of the paigehenry wedding because like. again they should also hold off on that (maybe we just include it in the flash forward montage) but we kinda do need at least one wedding to wrap this motherfucker up. and paige and henry get a domesticity beat and also maybe a roadtrip we give them a literal drive off into the sunset symbolizing how piper gets the domesticity the white picket fence life she's always wanted phoebe gets true love and the ability to feel whole again and paige gets freedom and independence symbolized by her road trip, which also shows us how magic has reached such a point of stability that each of the charmed ones can actually live on their own. paige drives off into the sunset And Then we get the flashforward montage of everyone's individual happy endings. fin <3

[sinkix]

《What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Nekoma Edition》

Yo-hoo! Here’s another part to this potential(?) series! I hope you enjoy the possible call-outs in some of these lmao. Writers block been kicking my ass recently but I had a lot of fun writing these. Enjoy <3

You can find the Karasuno ver. here 

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Kuroo:

Have a hand fetish and will not say no to choking.

Daddy kink™

Will not accept anything below 6 inches.

More of a dog person but would love to own a black cat.

You drool over tattoos.

Your grades are mostly B’s but you know in your heart you deserve that A, and tbh you probably do. Chase ur goals bby.

Halloween is likely your favourite holiday.

You have to resist not to carve a dick into the pumpkin EvEry GodDAmN YeAr.

You either study for 6 hours consecutively or cannot study at all and you get very frustrated at this.

Have the potential to be a good leader and command the room but probably don’t put it to use as much as you should.

Your playlist parkours from sad 3am crying into your pillow songs to aggressive punk music you could rob a store to.

You like bad boys who hang around bars and look like they would put out a cigarette on your forearm and call you a slut. Just stating facts sweaty xoxo.

Either dress very feminine and girly with a ‘smol girl uwu’ aesthetic or a hardass punk who would kick your ass for a can of beer no in between and tbh both are equally hot.

You’re a big softie at heart either way and just want to be held and told everything will be okay.

Ur a hoe for when people stroke your hair or caress your chin it’s your ultimate weakness.

Watched Rick & Morty.

Twice.

Sleeves rolled up veiny forearms and donning a silver watch are your muse and something you fantasise about frequently.

Most of your memes are shitty top text bottom texts that are somehow funny and I don’t understand why lmao.

You call someone ‘bro’ even if it’s someone you’re immensely attracted to.

Did someone say ties? No it’s just ur dirty ass thoughts thinking about that hot business dudes attire from across the street and how you wish they were tied around ur wrists.

Probably had a crush on Jeff the Killer as a tween and are relentlessly haunted by your old Wattpad library. 

Tbh any dark-haired dude with bedhead that screams rugged and probably not good for you is something that draws you like a moth to a flame.

You often question why every person you’ve fallen for has been a Scorpio and curse that tendency of yours.

Dw man they’re hot so I feel u.

Kenma:

Went through a ‘I’m not like other __’ phase and it’s something that you think about a lot and wish you didn’t.

Watched dan & phil as a kid.

Any mention of Pokemon has you turning into a rabid beast you get way too excited.

It’s cute though dw bby.

Pretty antisocial but interesting to talk to.

Your family often question how you’re able to sleep in till 3pm and judge you heavily for it.

Nocturnal night owl gang rise up.

Frequently have bags under your eyes but somehow manage to pull it off.

Listen to ASMR on the down-low and will never admit it to a single soul.

Frequently go on BL binges and have many related book marks.

You pray that someone will never find your laptop bc holy fuck the amount of smut on that.

You wear scarves & beanies even when it isn’t that cold outside.

100% went through a scene hair phase/attempted to.

You dye your hair a lot or REALLY want to.

You have a voice kink low-key so anyone with a pleasant/soothing sounding voice just gets u goin’.

Cats are your favourite animal and you either do or want to own several.

Would name them after video game/anime characters u fuckin nerd lol.

Speaking of cats ,you fantasise heavily about cat-boys and have a folder dedicated to them.

Oversized hoodies are your vibe and always ball the sleeve hems in your fist as a comfort mechanism.

Shopping centres are your worst nightmare and trigger your claustrophobia or social anxiety and honestly I feel that spiritually.

Have a cute sticky note collection.

You like a lot of music consisting of guitar and slow/soothing beats.

You also fw EDM/ techno on occasions.

Honestly wouldn’t wanna anger you since you have a seething temper when pushed far enough.

It’s the kinda temper that’s eerily quiet but no less terrifying, like the other person can tell you are graphically plotting their demise.

You love sleeping to the sound of rainfall and often play those nature ambience videos while you sleep.

Never tidy your sheets and it’s just a big scrunched up heap of fabric in the centre of your mattress most of the time.

Make your fucking bed.

Lev:

Your ships are chaotic and shamelessly controversial.

Would do something just for the sake of creating mayhem lmao.

You were the fucker who stuck their chewing gum under the desk, I see you.

Your brain never stops whirring it’s a constant hurricane of crackhead energy and you have no idea how to turn it off. 

Would eat a stick of pencil lead for $2

You don’t help your situation with the amount of coffee/energy drinks you consume.

The class clown who cries themselves to sleep.

Such a wholesome dumbass but somehow kinda intimidating??? 

Even if you’re not confident you can do something you’ll try anyway and honestly I respect that about you.

You !! use!!! a lot??!! of!! random punctuation!!! so you always??!?!? seem!!111!! excited!!!!!11!?

Every time you’ve ever tried to make a sandcastle it has failed.

You tried to eat the sand once but we don’t talk bout that.

You would  also pick up slugs and snails and chase your friends around with them.

Can never tell whether people are laughing with you or at you and while you don’t let it show it high-key bothers you when you’re laying alone in your room at night.

Not one to hold grudges, you carry a ‘shit happens’ mentality which is v good but it sometimes leads to people taking advantage of it or walking all over you.

Your meme collection is both questionable and horrifying.

Like how many cursed images and heavily distorted pictures does one person need.

Never organise the files on your PC/laptop so it looks like a complete dumpster fire.

The one at sleepovers who persistently woke everyone else up with their snickering and refusal to sleep till dawn.

For the love of Asahi charge your damn phone.

I see that red bar and ‘12%’

Charge it now.

Bought a plant one time, gave it a name and talked to it frequently.

It died not long after bc u forgot to fucking water it.

No one better ever make you responsible for a pet.

Type of person that when someone asks you to tag along on an endeavour no matter how stupid it is you will agree.

2am skydiving in france? hell yeah.

Midnight shopping spree and spending over half your pay check? count you in.

Exploring an abandoned hospital and performing an Ouija board to summon the demons of hell? you’re damn right you’ll be there.

I hope you have a mum friend by your side bc if not how are you still alive.

You sometimes put the milk in before the cereal and it’s something I’ll never forgive you for.

Yaku:

Very responsible and usually make the right decisions.

You do have moments where you act like a complete dumbass though.

Like u go from 50 year old to 5 year old in the blink of an eye.

A hopeless romantic but it’s a side you don’t often reveal.

Prefer strawberry milk over any other flavour.

You’re the type of person to shower twice a day w/o fail.

Where that stank smell coming from? Not you clearly bc your skin is basically 90% The Body Shop’s rose scented soap at this point.

You get stomach aches a lot and you can’t figure out why.

Probably an allergy to everyone’s bs.

Really good at dirty talk even though you don’t seem the type so people are always taken aback.

You have to be really in the mood though otherwise it falls flatter than Oikawa’s ass, use your skill wisely.

You often call people clowns when you know you’re secretly the biggest one going.

Honk honk, hoe.

You send messages in one paragraph rather than multiple texts unless you are REALLY excited.

People underestimate you at times then are shocked when they realise you are capable of being a fire-breathing dragon from the flaming pits of hell.

You like spicy chicken wings.

Such a petty little shit at times lmao.

Enjoy the view from the top of mountains so you either hike a lot or really want to.

Way more of a cat person since it’s just much more convenient for you.

Usually pretty cheerful or calm and people are drawn to your stable/friendly aura.

Went through a phase of drinking mountain dew and your body still feels the awful effects

Fav element is probably air.

You’re 5′6″ or shorter.

Box dyed your hair brunette several times and can never get the pigment out to this day.

Yamamoto:

Whenever you smell something weird in the room you always internally freak out and think it’s you.

Head-butting walls is your hobby.

You fell off your bike as a kid and still have the scar on your knee.

Probably have tons of ear piercings.

Would tame a pigeon and call it Larry.

You get frequent nosebleeds and can never tell if it’s a medical issue or your extreme simping for fictional men/women.

Hopefully the latter.

You constantly chew your pen/pencil in class so you never lend them to anyone out of embarrassment.

I really hope no one ever lends you stationery bc 30 minutes later it’ll look like it was mauled by a rabid rottweiler.

You really want to own a dog and would call it something intimidating like Banshee or Diablo.

You bleached your hair that one time and it almost fell out so now you’re forced to stay at least 10 metres away from all at-home hair dye products.

You tried your best though bby so A for effort, even if it did look like dehydrated ramen afterwards.

Your grades are mostly C’s and you’re barely passing bc you just don’t care about your classes lol.

Still though you’re actually pretty smart so put it to good use you lazy oaf, channel that crackhead energy into something good.

Your phone screen has several cracks in it from when you dropped it on the bathroom floor while shitting and you’ll always be angry at yourself for that.

You have some really weird quirks but you make it work.

Actually a v chill person but you just kinda attract chaos/trouble wherever you go.

Carry a lighter with you even when you don’t need one.

Shy texter but once people see you irl you are the complete opposite, you just dk how to text without coming across as awkward.

One of those people that’s unintentionally funny and always get confused when you make someone laugh but it makes you feel good regardless.

Have a cool necklace collection and own at least one dog-tag/army style pendant.

Should really consider buying a rabbit you would look so cute w/ one.

You have really nice legs and people should compliment them more.

Either severely dehydrated or overly hydrated to the point you are peeing pure tap water so for the love of god please learn moderation, your kidneys and bladder will thank you for it.

Inuoka:

Your favourite character would be Hinata but you like people taller than you so your love for Inuoka spawned.

You really enjoy using the double spiderman meme.

Cannot correctly verbalise your feelings without creating a minimum of 10 misunderstandings but once people are used to it it’s kinda endearing.

You usually wake up in a good mood and people can never fathom how or why.

You either stay up till 5am or you wake up at that time no in between.

A morning person bc you love the sunrise.

Change your lock-screen very regularly bc you get bored.

Your humour consists solely of poop jokes.

When you don’t understand a joke you laugh anyway and hope they don’t ask you if you actually get it.

Happened once and you’re still traumatised from the cricket silence that fell upon the room.

Really like the taste of lemonade and drink it more often than you should.

Often think about what you would look like with a shaved head.

More of an extrovert but def have occasional introvert tendencies where you wanna be left tf alone.

Never allowed to pick up anything in stores bc the last time you did you sniffed a scented candle and it shattered to the floor.

Constantly have spontaneous ideas of what to change about your appearance.

You use a lot of hand gestures like thumbs up and peace signs.

‘Dude’ and ‘lmao’ is 90% of your vernacular.

Your nails are a disaster, some are down to the nub while others are pretty grown out bc you only bite a select few please sort it out.

Look really good in red.

Your laptop has way too many tabs open from random google searches of words you didn’t know the meaning to.

You read a lot of books but for like 10 minutes at a time bc you have the attention span of a walnut.

You are the type of person to nuke your AO3 tags with things that aren’t even relevant purely bc you found them funny.

Your Tumblr drafts are a nightmare, you have like 100+ in the works yet keep starting new projects why do you do this.

Happy sunshine but you have a LOT of mood swings like that shit comes out of nowhere.

Cry pretty often but no one ever sees and it’s usually because of said mood swings.

You always smile and pick yourself up again though which I commend you for.

TYPES IN CAPITALS IN SITUATIONS THAT DO NOT REQUIRE SAID PUNCTUATION SO YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’RE YELLING ALL THE TIME.

[hyuwujin]

brew-tiful | hjs

pairing: reader x jisung

genre: barista!au; fluff

length: 6.9k+

summary: you weren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you avoided the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would go through when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the coutner flashing smiles whenever he saw you.

a/n: i’m back hello!!! wooh, i’m so happy my motivation to write has returned and let’s hope it stays!! i’m hella rusty so soz if this fic suck :/ enjoy bbs!!! also dedicated to @changbear bc she’s been w a i t i n g so long for this oof

You never walked into the campus cafe that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mostly because of how crowded it always was. You hated crowds. Crowds meant noise. Noise meant distractions.

But looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the cafe while you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts changed.

I need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you thought to yourself with a frown.

Looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Huffing to yourself, you turned around and left the dorms, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you noticed the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.

You passed by smiling students holding their picky coffee orders in one hand, laptop in the other with a flat expression. You pulled on the strings of your sweatshirt.

Maybe you could order a coffee without having much social interaction.

Hah, if only it was that easy.

You walked into the semi crowded coffee shop and your nose was instantly hit by the sweet smell of brewing coffee. The smell alone woke you up a bit, causing you to look up and around for the cash register. Mustering up both the courage and patience, you waited on the end of the line.

One of the baristas, you noticed, was being occupied by a small group of enthusiastic girls twirling their hair and laughing at almost everything he said, causing you to scoff to yourself. Maybe this is why the line isn’t moving, you noted.

Then you noticed another barista rush up to the cash register, nudging the social barista with a pointed expression, before asking the next person in line for their order.

The few single people in front of you knew their somewhat complex order like the back of their hand and you felt uneasy, not having a clue what to get. You could go for an iced coffee...or an espresso...but that macchiato that girl was holding on the way out looked pretty good.

You didn’t notice the barista formerly speaking to the group of girls stop to glance around the shop, until his eyes landed on you. He smiled to himself, looking at the deep-in-thought pout on your face.

“Hey, can I get you anything?” The boy behind the counter excused himself from the group of giggling girls and turned to you with a welcoming smile. The barista originally at the cash register left to take care of a customer’s order. You felt your cheeks heat at the sudden attention you were getting, both from the handsome boy and the group of now glaring girls.

“I uh…” you trailed off, gnawing on your lower lip, scanning over the chalkboard menu behind his head. You admire the neat handwriting on the wall as you scanned; it was definitely boyish but still legible. You don’t notice the barista observing your concentrated face––furrowed brows and twisted lips––with an amused smile.

“Let me guess,” the boy chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron. “You’ve never been here before?”

Averting your gaze to the girls beside you, you felt yourself shrink under their scrutiny. Quickly turning your head back at him, you shook your head. “No, does it look obvious?”

“I think I can recognize everyone who’s ever walked in,” the barista boasted, crossing his arms. “...and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

“I don’t really go to cafes much,” you shrugged, not taking into account the fact that you were making small talk with some stranger when a few minutes ago all you wanted was a coffee.

“Oh, how come?”

Part of you wondered why the boy seemed so interested but by the way you previously observed his encounter with the now impatient girls waiting for his attention beside you, you figured he was like that with all of the customers. Must be good for tips, you presumed.

“Cafes are usually…loud. I don’t really concentrate well in them so that’s why I usually get a pre-made bottled coffee from the vending machine in my dorm.”

“And today’s different because…” the boy trailed off, waiting for you to continue, the side of his lip quirking up into a half smile.

“They were all out of my coffee,” you pouted, looking down. The barista watched your cute expression with a soft smile but immediately dropped it when you looked back up. He was not used to the way his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Ah, kinda hurts my ego that we were a last resort but I’ll take it since you’re here,” the barista smiled cutely and then you understood why the girls he was previously conversing with were giggling and beaming like idiots. This guy sure was charming.

Noticing the line forming behind you, you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m stalling. Can I just get something strong to go please? I need all the caffeine I can get.”

Shooting you finger guns and a wink, he said, “You got it. Just wait over here.”

“How pathetic,” you heard one of the girls murmur to her friends, staring directly at you. “This girl’s just dying to get out of here.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t want to stall our Jisung-ie any longer~” Another friend beside her whispered with a knowing smile.

Huffing to yourself with an eye roll, you walked around the group of girls and waited at the end of the counter near the wall.

“Alright, you didn’t exactly give me cream or sugar preference so I kind of guessed? Try it first so I’ll know if I need to fix it.” The barista came back with a steaming hot cup of coffee and held it out for you to take. It’s been a while since you hadn’t had coffee that wasn’t refrigerated and synthetic. Raising a curious brow at the boy’s eagerness for you to try the drink, you were intrigued.

Taking a small sip from the cup, you raised your eyebrows in utter praise for the drink in your hand. “This...is incredible. How much?”

The boy shook his head while waving his hands dismissively. “No charge. Every customer’s first drink at this cafe is free,” he grinned.

“Are...are you sure?” You trailed off, noticing the dropped jaws of the girls beside you just before their glares were replaced.

“Promise! I hope to see you again soon...wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, feeling heat rise up your neck.

“Well then, I hope to see you again, Y/N. That coffee from your vending machine is probably god awful and full of garbage so I really suggest returning here,” the handsome barista winked after his statement and woah, you didn’t think you’ve ever felt more flustered than you have in the past ten minutes. You notice the group of girls beside you whisper amongst themselves.

“I...I’ll see about that. Thank you…” you trailed off, cocking your head to the side, looking for any name-tag on the boy behind the counter.

“Jisung. My name’s Jisung.” You’d later learn that the reason he didn’t wear a name tag was because he felt the urge to introduce himself to customers as a way of getting to know them better.

“Thanks Jisung,” you mumbled before turning to leave and sprinted back to your dorms, trying your best to avoid getting rained on too harshly. The girls took your place in front of the counter, beginning their conversation with Jisung again but he was too absorbed in the sight of you to pay any attention to them.

“He what!? He gave you a coffee on the house?” Your fellow classmate and best friend, Felix, raised the empty cup from the cafe to examine. You raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized at it.

“Yeah,” you shrug nonchalantly, “He said it was policy that the first drink is free.”

“P-Pol–” Throwing his head back, Felix let out a loud laugh and you sent a confused expression his way.

“What’s so funny?”

“That policy doesn’t exist,” he said in amusement, putting the cup back on the table. Currently the two of you were at the study hall of your dorm building, studying for your economics test in a few days. Although you would have much rather finished your essay, which was your sole purpose of the getting the coffee in the first place, your friend decided to use your generosity against you to beg you to help him study instead.

“What are you talking about? Yes it does.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come I had to pay for my first coffee?”

“I dunno, maybe it’s a new policy,” you reasoned with a shrug.

“No, Y/N, you know what it is? Flirting.”

“Pfft, don’t be so ridiculous! I had maybe a five minute conversation with the guy, got my coffee and left. No flirtation was present during my trip to the coffee shop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response, pinching his chin. “Yeah, no. I don’t believe it. You were just flirted with the oldest trick in the book. ‘How much for my coffee?’ ‘For you? Don’t worry about it darling, it’s on the house. My treat.’” He started mimicking your voice unnaturally high in pitch and then mimics Jisung’s response. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his imitations.

“Hey,” you frown, smacking his arm. “He did not say that.”

“Yeah but he said something like that...Are you gonna go back?”

“Well,” you gnaw at your lower lip, wondering what to do with this new information. “I guess I have to?”

“You have to? Damn Y/N––”

“To pay him back obviously,” you cut him off, thinking aloud. “Right? Since the policy doesn’t exist, technically I’m stealing and there’s no way my conscience could deal with that without making it eat me up inside so the only reasonable thing to do is to go back and pay them back.”

“I…” Felix trailed off, scratching his head, “I guess so.”

It was the right thing to do wasn’t it? The gesture was kind and all but you couldn’t not pay them back. You knew other people would call you insane for returning back to the cafe you knew you wouldn’t just to spend a few dollars you could be spending on lunch.

You marched through the cafe doors and surprisingly, it was less crowded than you’d originally thought it be. The sun was nearly set, indicating that most classes were well over for the day and you’d think that students would head over to the coffee shop as a way of winding down or to do some homework. Seats were filled around the cafe but it wasn’t nearly as loud and crowded as it was the day prior.

“Woah there, you look like you’re on a mission,” a curly haired barista wiping down a table toward the entrance raised his eyebrows and smiled in amusement.

“Do you know if Jisung is here?” You cut to the chase, panting slightly from your swift walk to the shop.

Furrowing his brows, he looked up in thought, “Hm, he’s on break right now but he’ll be back in,” he paused to look over your shoulder at the hanging clock at the back of the shop behind the counter, “four minutes.”

“I guess I’ll wait then,” you murmured, taking an open seat at a booth against the wall of the cafe.

“Can I get you anything in the meantime? Some dessert or a drink?”

“No, no,” you shook your head with a smile. “Thanks.”

“No problemo,” he grinned, showing off his dimples. Was it a requirement to be cute to work at this cafe? You thought to yourself. “If you need anything, I’m Chan, so just holler.” It was no wonder that this café was so popular; all the workers seemed to radiate such charisma that you just couldn’t not return to say hello again.

You waited a few minutes, tapping your fingers without any sort of rhythm against the wooden table and watched the clock’s second hand gradually make its way around the circumference of the face. Chan noticed your rigid stare at the clock and fidgeting state with a mixture between an amused smile and a confused one.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he began when he walked back over to the side of the cafe you were sitting at, brushing his hands against the sides of his faded blue jeans, “that you seem kinda nervous? Are you going to confess to him or something?”

Popping your eyes open, you opened your mouth to quickly deny his allegations before you felt yourself choke on your own breath and ended up in coughing fits. Chan widened his eyes in panic at your response and quickly walked away to retrieve some water from behind the counter. Chan walked back to your table and placed a tall glass of water on the table. “Have some water.”

Taking a gulp from the glass, you felt relief in your throat. Placing the glass down, you sighed, “Whew, thanks.”

“No problem.

Before you could even refute Chan’s accusation, you heard the jingle of the cafe door followed by “Good afternoon, beautiful people, I have returned.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at Jisung and his big goofy grin. This guy just exuded charisma. He didn’t notice you when he first walked in, probably because Chan was in his line of sight but as soon as he walked behind the counter and grabbed his apron from the hook on the wall behind him he spotted you.

“Y/N, you’re back!” He smiled gleefully, while tying the back of his apron. “Want another coffee?”

Shaking your head, you get up from the table, giving Chan a grateful smile in the process, and walked up to the counter. “I’m here to pay you back,” you took out your wallet and start to fiddle with some bills.

“Woah, what are you talking about?”

You didn’t look up from your wallet when you replied, “the policy? I know it’s not real. You didn’t have to just give me a coffee on the house. It was a sweet gesture, don’t get me wrong, really smart marketing you got there but––”

“Y/N,” Jisung stopped you and you look up to see his amused smile.

“What?” You blinked at him, tilting your head to the side in wonder. Were you missing something?

“I gave you the coffee because....” he trailed off before scoffing, “nevermind.” You were lucky you were cute.

“So... can I pay you back now?”

“To be fair,” Jisung crossed his arms defiantly, “since your coffee was on the house that means I paid for you so you don’t owe this shop anything.”

“Oh, so I should pay you. How much was it?” You look back down at your wallet.

Sighing to himself, he opened his mouth as if to answer before he closed it. Drumming his fingers against the counter, he hums in thought.

“Okay, how about a way to pay me back is to return here ever so often?”

“What?” You squinted your eyes suspiciously, wondering what he was asking. Is this...another marketing tactic?

“Even though you said you’d think about coming here again, I saw right through you: you weren’t going to come back. And the only reason you are back is to pay me back. So to pay me back, you have to come back to this cafe...once a day for a week.”

“A week?” you furrow your brows. “Dude, are you robbing me!? That’s like four dollars a day!”

“You don’t have to buy coffee if you come. Even if you just come in to say hi, I’ll call it payment.”

You paused for a moment, thinking about his offer. “Why?”

“Huh?” Jisung seemed taken back by the way he straightened his posture, widened his eyes and his former side smile became somewhat pout-like.

“What’s the deal with getting me to come around to this coffee shop? Do you do this with all your new customers?”

“No,” he leans back to grin before taking notice at someone at a table awaiting their order to be taken and Jisung nods at them and puts up a finger, gesturing ‘I’ll be right there.’ Turning back to you, he wiggles an eyebrow. “I guess you’re just special. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

He walked around the counter and walked over to the student with a charismatic smile and asked there order. You stood there for a few seconds, watching him interact with the customer, trying to figure him out. A clearing of a throat, broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Chan asks from behind the register. You’d been so focused on the other boy, you didn’t even notice Chan walk around the counter.

“Uh,” you hum, looking down at the desserts behind the glass.You thought you weren’t hungry but the somewhat loud grumble of you stomach told you otherwise. “A blueberry muffin please.”

“Sure thing,” Chan nods, opening the case before asking, “warmed up?”

“Yes, please.”

He wrapped your muffin into a small bag and folded it before placing it on the counting. Typing away on the register he said, “That’ll be $1.75.” FInally you were getting charged for something.

“Here,” you gave him five dollars. “Give the rest to Jisung please? Just add it to his tip jar or something.”

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”

“Well, since he refuses to let me pay him back for my coffee, I guess this’ll be my only way to,” you grin, taking the bag and waving at Chan. “Thank you!”

Chan watched you leave with an amused smile on your face and it wasn’t until the bell jingled behind you, signaling you were gone that he turned to Jisung.

“Did you literally pull a ‘it’s on the house’ flirt and it backfired?”

The few customers in the cafe look up from their coffee or studying at Chan’s shout, causing Jisung’s ears to go bright red. “Hyung!” He whisper shouted. Turning to the student with a nervous smile, he reassured, “I’ll be right back.” Walking over to the older boy until he was standing on the opposite side of the counter than him, he whined “Why’d you have to announce that in front of the whole cafe?”

“Please,” Chan rolled his eyes with a scoff, “You’re so red and smiley, everyone didn’t need to know because I announced it. You’re so obvious, dude.”

“Not to Y/N apparently,” Jisung grumbled to himself, looking down at the notepad in his hand with his customer’s order before pushing it over the counter for Chan to make. “I tried to do a smooth thing and she doesn’t even notice,” he murmured to himself, rubbing his forehead.

“Yeah that was kind of odd. It’s like she didn’t even acknowledge it at all,” Chan nodded with furrowed brows, turning to make the drink. “Think she’s just clueless or...perhaps, playing hard to get?”

“Hard to get?” Jisung’s eyes widened. The thought never came to Jisung. “You think?”

“Hm, maybe?” Chan shrugged to himself, back turned to Jisung.

Turning around to lean against the counter, Jisung cupped his forehead in frustration. He’s never been in that sort of situation. Granted, he’s also never been so bold with a girl either. It was one thing to charm and flatter girls till they were weak at the knees for him, but to do it upon acting on his own feelings? All of this was new.

And now you were playing hard to get?

Man, did he pick a tough one.

But he was willing to fight to win you over, even if it took months.

“I’m screwed.”

“Oh yeah and I’m pretty sure she’d rather you not know but she left a large enough tip for you in your tip jar to pay for her coffee yesterday.”

“Are you kidding me!?”

The next morning wasn’t a particularly productive one for you. You didn’t have classes till later in the afternoon but you still had studying to do and staying up late to finish your essay certainly didn’t help your mood.

Maybe some breakfast would do you some good. Some actual breakfast. You had a piece of toast when you woke up but the grumble of your stomach told you you weren’t satisfied. You walked out of your dorm building and involuntarily, your feet began moving in the direction of the sweet smell of baked goods.

Of course your luck was that you’d end up at the cafe at the same Jisung was working. Later you’d learn that your timing was so impeccable, you’d end up at the cafe when Jisung was working.

“My favorite girl!” Was the greeting you received when you entered, followed by the looks from random students you’ve never seen before. This boy…

You noticed two boys beside him behind the counter that you’ve never seen before, slapping his shoulder and laughing to each other, before Jisung pushed them off and offered you a grin.

“Do find joy in embarrassing me in front of strangers?” You asked when you reached the front of the counter.

“Maybe a little bit,” he smiles, resting his chin against his palm as he leaned against the counter. “What can I get you, brew-tiful?”

The boys standing behind Jisung stifled laughs while you stared at Jisung’s wide grin with an unamused frown. “Really, now? You’re gonna give me dumb coffee puns?”

“Not dumb,” he denied, the smile on his face never faltering, “genius. Now, what would you like?”

“Something filling, I’m starving,” you pat your belly with a frown. “Any suggestions?”

“How about I surprise you?” He asked, quirking one of his eyebrows up.

“Well the last time you did, I was pleasantly satisfied so why not?”

“Great! I’ll be right back.” Jisung walked further down the counter to grab you a treat.

“So you and Jisung, huh?” One of the boys you noticed before smirked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“Me and Jisung what?” You asked blankly. “I just met the guy a few days ago.”

“Oh really? You guys seem pretty close for how long you’ve known each other,” the other boy piped. You looked at the boy’s name-tags with furrowed brows. Hyunjin and Jeongin.

The first boy, Hyunjin, nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t say close but I guess we’re friendly with each other. No clue why, though,” you shrugged.

“You’re the one who got the free drink, right?” Jeongin asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement with his grin.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, wondering how they even found that out you responded, “yup, that’d be me. Why?”

“You must feel spe––”

“Hey, what lies are you feeding her?” Jisung cut off the barista with a scowl, holding the small paper bag in your hand.

“None, we swear!” Hyunjin piped, raising his hands in surrender. “Were we?” He asked, turning to you with a look of pure innocence. Yup, your initial thoughts about this place were right: you had to be incredibly cute to work there.

“Not really,” you shrugged before noticing the bag in Jisung’s hands. “Is that mine?” You ask shyly, pointing your finger at it.

“It is,” Jisung smiled, handing you the bag.

You found it funny how he’d look at his own friends with such pure disgust and then turn to you with the brightest smile.

“Uh-uh,” you stopped him from walking away, wagging your finger at him in scolding manner.

He turned back to you with a sly smile, “Aw, don’t want to leave so soon Y/N?”

“No-o,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “I’d like to pay for it.”

Sighing, he turned to the register and tapped the screen a few times before opening his palm out, “$1.25 please.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, fishing out two dollars from your wallet. “And please...keep the change.”

You flashed him a final smile and a wave before you turn to go. You didn’t notice him go on his tippy-toes, to look over the people sat in the café and waiting on line, carefully looking at your reaction to what he picked out for you. Noticing the pleased smile on your face, Jisung gave himself a pat on the back and nodded to himself confidently.

“Woah, she’s blind. It’s pretty obvious you’re into her,” Hyunjin chuckled to himself, while wiping the counter with a damp washcloth.

“And dumb. You were just going to give her that cookie for free again! Man, I wish I had free food,” Jeongin whined, shoving his hands into his empty pockets, searching for any loose change.

“Yeah well, jokes on her,” Jisungs said, a smile growing on his face, “I gave it to her with a discount.”

“She gave you an extra seventy five cents anyway,” Hyunjin paused wiping to deadpan with a knowing look.

“Oh, shut up.”

“So what’s it like dating a barista? Does he, like, make coffees for you during his free time?” Felix asked in the middle of one of your study sessions the following day.

“Huh? Who am I dating?”

“Uh, that Jisung dude. Isn’t he the guy who gave you the drink for free?”

“Yeah but we’re not dating??”

“Oh really? Everyone I talk to has been saying that so I just assumed you were being an awful friend and not telling me about your love life simply because I’m a guy.”

“Please, when I get a boyfriend, you’ll be the first one to know,” you waved a hand dismissively. “But people seriously think we’re dating? That’s totally ridiculous!”

“Yeah being offered things for free and being smiled at and called his ‘favorite girl’ means absolutely nothing.”

“I….I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you cross your arms stubbornly with a huff.

“Ask anyone,” Felix said with a nonchalant shrug, “They all think you’re dating.”

“I...I just met the guy!”

“Ooh, I didn’t hear anything about you not liking him at all. Usually your first denial against dating anyone would be explaining your feelings but…”

“Don’t say that! I don’t like him, now if you’ll excuse me,” You stood up from the table. “I need to go sort something out.” You were getting a sense of deja vu from needing to confront Jisung earlier days prior.

“Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi!’” your best friend cups his hand over his mouth to shout after you begin walking away. You shoot him a final scowl of disapproval before continuing on.

That day was a busy one for the coffee shop. You craned your neck around to calculate just how many people were in front of you on line and groaned in impatience when you counted more than fingers on one of your hands.

This is why I don’t go to coffee shops. They’re too loud and busy.

You passed the time gazing around the coffee shop. The first few times you were in there, you didn’t really look at the scenery, too busy focusing on your coffee and paying Jisung back.

You liked how warm the whole place felt. The whole shop was painted a dull forest green and there were brown wooden floorboards, perfectly accenting them. You took notice of the greenery around the cafe, small and tall potted plants scattered about and a fake vine wrapped around the menu board giving it an extra touch. The lights were dim, mostly because of the large array of windows in the front of the shop where the sun shone brightly through.

The tables were all wooden, that you observed the first time you sat down, but you didn’t notice how happy all the customers seemed to be. There were pairs and groups of friends sitting about, talking about their day or what’d they like to do over the weekend, or students in single seats, reading a book or making a conversation with a barista. You didn’t see a frown anywhere. It seemed that this cafe radiated such good vibes that no one could be angry in such a chill place.

“Uh, Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” A voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked at the fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Oh...hey!” You shook your head out of your daze, trying to remember why you’d come to the cafe in the first place.

Chucking to himself, Jisung asked, “Can I get your order?”

“Just a water,” you gnawed on your lower lip in regret. Why show up to his workplace if you simply had to ask him a question? You could’ve easily found him when he was done…

But then again, you never saw him outside the coffee shop so you wouldn’t know where to look in the first place.

“You came all the way here for a water?” Jisung asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, of course she didn’t,” a voice sang, the owner of it showing up behind Jisung. “She’s obviously here to say hello to her boyfriend. Don’t you have manners, dude?”

“B-boyfriend?”

“Uh no.”

The two of you spoke in unison, turning to the speaker.

“You have a boyfriend?” Jisung asked, turning to you with an almost betrayed expression on his face.

“I don’t???”

“Wait what’s going on,” the boy, now confused, scratched his head. “Are the two of you not dating? That is Y/N, right? I’m pretty sure someone told me you were dating.”

“Please excuse Minho,” Jisung leaned forward with a whisper, “He gobbles up any gossip he hears.”

“Hey, I heard that! Now move over, the people need their coffee!” Minho announced nudging Jisung to the side to take the next customer in line’s order.

Jisung nodded his head, gesturing for you to walk further down the counter, to not hold up the line. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.

“This is why I came,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush. “I don’t know who said what but my friend is telling me that people are telling him, gossiping I guess, that we’re dating,” you motion between the two of you with your hand.

“Wha––really?” You furrowed your eyebrows at how Jisung’s ears perked up and smiled at what you’d told him.

“Yeah, they’re all saying something about favoritism and giving me free stuff and discounts. But I haven’t gotten any since the first time though so I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Right,” Jisung chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say anything if that’s what you think. You think I’d do that to my favorite girl?”

“Well you sure like to embarrass me so I wouldn’t be too surprised. You seem like the kind to tease me that way.”

“Huh, that’s probably true but I promise it wasn’t me.”

“I believe you.” You truly did. Even though you probably wouldn’t have a few days prior, but Jisung really new to to charm his way into befriending people. “So, if you didn’t tell anyone, who did?”

Jisung shrugged. “Probably people around saw us and just assumed.”

Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of people observing you and assuming you two were dating by your actions, you scoffed. “Pfft, what? How on earth could they think that?”

“It may sound like a total shock to you, Y/N, but I don’t talk to many girls as often or as willingly as I talk to you so…”

His statement did shock you. Several days prior, you saw the guy swarmed with girls around the counter giggling and cooing at him, and he seemed to bask in it. At least, you thought he did.

No doubt about it, you thought the guy was attractive since you first saw him so it didn’t come as a surprise that he had girls crowding him, hoping to earn a chance with him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jisung deadpanned. “I talk to other girls here in the coffee shop, sure, but it’s my job. I can’t just ignore them. You, though, I engage conversations with you first.”

You didn’t like the warm feeling you felt in your chest.

“Oh,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

“I understand if you want me to back off and stop bugging you so people stop assuming we’re—“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply, snapping your head up to look at him. He was taken back by your answer, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “You’re, uh, pretty cool so I don’t mind.”

“You don’t? Didn’t it bother you like two minutes ago???”

“It did,” you admit quickly, looking away for a split second, “But I changed my mind.”

“Oh, so you’ll still come around?”

Smiling at him, you raise an eyebrow, “Where else am I supposed to get my coffee?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll see ya around. I have a test to study for. Bye Jisung,” you gave a final wave before making your way to the entrance of the café.

Even after you left, Jisung was frozen, mouth agape and eyes widened.

“Uh, dude?”

“She’s willing going to come around,” the lovestruck boy sighed longingly, feeling his heart flutter in chest.

“Oh man, he’s whipped,” Minho chuckled to himself, patting Jisung on the back a few times before returning to making coffees.

And man, he was. At first, he might’ve seen you as a mystery, looking so out of place in that cafe the first time he saw you, but then the more of you he saw, his initial curiosity became anticipation in seeing you again. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you drew him closer to you. Maybe it was your first impression of him which wasn’t like the other girls he came to meet in the cafe. Or maybe it was the fact that you treated him like some normal guy and not eye candy. Maybe he liked the fact that you were a challenge to go for.

“I think I like this better,” Jisung mused, leaning over the counter, while you sipped your steaming hot chocolate.

“Hm?” you hummed, looking up at him curiously. You were currently sitting on a stool pushed up the the coffee counter, watching Jisung clean up from the busy work day. It was a Wednesday evening and there were plenty of crammers in the cafe that day.

“You being here voluntarily. When I made you come, I felt a little guilty so this is much better,” he smiled, turning away from you to clear the counter of any stray mugs a customer left around.

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, looking around at the empty coffee shop. “I definitely like being here when it’s almost closed.” It was only the two of you in the coffee shop. Chan was there about an hour earlier but left when Jisung offered to close up for him.

“Y/N, we closed up a half hour ago,” Jisung said, putting the mugs in the small quaint sink in the back corner. You paused sipping from your mug to look behind you at the door. The sign was flipped open to face the interior of the cafe.

Looking up at the clock, your eyes widened. “Crap, I didn’t even notice! Why didn’t you kick me out?” No wonder nobody had walked in.

“Because it’s just you.” He shrugged before turning to you, patting his hands against his apron. “Besides, it’s not like I’m itching to go back to my dorm.”

“You’re not getting paid extra though,” you frowned, feeling bad for wasting his time. Here you were, blabbing about how sucky you lab day was because your impotent partner couldn’t even hold a scalpel correctly when your dear friend could’ve been in his dorm sleeping peacefully.

“Your company is enough,” he sighed with a side smile, resting his hands against the counter and holding himself up.

“Alright, charmer,” you rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your hot chocolate. You’d grown to get used to Jisung’s smooth comments but that didn’t mean you weren’t affected by them. “You still look tired.” His eyelids were drooping and he seemed less perky during the later hours of the day.

“I’m fine~” he cooed, waving you off, motioning you to finish your hot chocolate.

“No, no, you need to go to sleep. Take it, I’m finished,” you handed him your half full mug.

“Y/N,” he whined, hesitantly taking the mug out of your hands when you shook it around slightly.

“You have to close up,” you ignored his whines and stand up from the counter stool. “Come on.”

“I’m not a baby, don’t baby me,” he frowned, putting your mug in the sink and turning on the faucet to rinse it off.

Raising an amused eyebrow at him, you gestured to his face, “you’re pouting like a baby.” You tugged his sleeve and handed him the keys sitting on top of the counter. “And you have an early class tomorrow, no?”

Honestly, you thought your friendship was going to maybe last a few weeks before you inevitably lost touch or got too busy to see each other. But, weeks later, your friendship prevailed. Neither of you shared any classes in common together, yet you managed to see each other everyday.

You weren’t at the coffee shop everyday, however. Sometimes, he’d meet you in your dorm’s lounge to hang out, with an occasional interrogation from a very suspicious Felix.

People didn’t bother to stop talking about the two of you either, or even bother to hide. Sure, people knew you guys weren’t official or dating, but that didn’t stop them from shipping it from afar. You always ignored it. You thought you ignored it for the reason that you didn’t even care but maybe you did. Perhaps you ignored it because you didn’t mind being shipped with him.

“Yeah,” he murmured, accepting the keys and shuffled behind you. You both exited the café and you waited for the barista to lock up before heading off in the direction of your dorms.

“Why’re you still following me? Isn’t your building over there?” You asked, pointing in the direction of a few buildings in the distance.

“Can’t I walk you all the way to your dorm to make sure you get in safe? It’s 8 p.m., who knows what psychos are around,” Jisung shrugged tiredly. Even through his obvious exhausted state, he still wanted to be a gentleman and you smiled in response.

“Thanks,” you murmured, looking down at your feet, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to keep your pulse under control with Jisung’s blunt statements with some sort of underlying meaning.

“You know, I may be half asleep and it’s dark out and all,” Jisung began when you approached the doors of your dorm building, “but don’t think I didn’t notice you get all quiet just now.”

“Hm?” You hum, snapping your head up from fumbling around your wallet for your student card. “Wha-What are you talking about? I’m not being quiet...Why...why would you think that?” By the end of your pathetic rambles, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at your obvious flustered state.

“Just admit my endearing comments are affecting you~” He sang, holding open the door you unlocked with your key. Walking in and turning around to face him, you scowled.

“They most certainly are not!” Total lie.

“Mhm, sure thing, sugar,” he smiled to himself knowingly.

“Oh yeah? If your endearing comments affect me so much, what’re you gonna do about it?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Well, I would most likely ask you out but being that you fail to acknowledge any of my advances on you, I’m sure it would just go over your head and you’d think it’d be a friendly hang out.”

“Pfft, as if!” You rebuke stubbornly, furrowing your brows.

“Bowling last week? That was supposed to be a date...And then you invited Felix,” Jisung trailed off with a knowing head tilt.

Oh.

Oh.

“W-wait, you’ve been asking me out this whole time?”

Noticing your look of pure shock, Jisung threw his head back to laugh and smacked his forehead. “To think I thought you were just playing hard to get and it’s just that you are indeed blind.”

“Hey!” You whined uncrossing your arms to throw them up, “I was out here thinking you were just so flirty by nature! You know, part of your whole charm package. I didn’t actually think you wanted to date me.”

“Well, I do, so now here I am being as clear as possible: Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

“Well, duh. I wouldn’t have stuck around such an annoying dude for so long if I didn’t have feelings for him,” you smile coyly, finally accepting the blush heating your cheeks.

“Hey, I am not annoying. I’m charming and kind of clingy sometimes. But NOT annoying!” He grinned, beginning to walk backwards away from your building. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement before calling out, “You know I actually kind of hated you when we first met? You were too happy and it messed with my ‘don’t care’ aura.”

“Yeah, you made that a bit obvious. It was more the reason to be your friend and bug you though,” he called back before giving you a final wave.  

You thought consuming too much caffeine was the only cause of jitters but the race of your heartbeat told you maybe it wasn’t just coffee; perhaps it was some annoying barista who snuck his way under your arm and into your life.

[dontgotothenetherworld]

ap psychology

anonymous asked:  Can I request readers putting all her studying off till the week before AP exams and she starts studying an unhealthy amount, like sometimes forgetting to eat all day because of it and even made herself sick from stress over it but reader refuses to complain because she did it to herself and Lydia's just there helping her review and making sure she takes time to care for herself ect? Bonus if Reader thinks she did bad and Lydia assuring her she did fine and has an 'i told you don't moment? 

anonymous asked: Totally didn't request that bc that's my situation-

for some reason when i tried to queue this w/ the original ask, tumblr wanted to put the cut in the ask and i couldn’t delete it

this is out of date now, but i was uninspired to write for a hella long time sorry. also! i’m going to draw from my experiences w/ ap this year, and the only ap exam i had to take was psych, so that’s also going to be the case for reader :)

also, i feel like my lydia is a bit out of character? idk it’ll probably take a while to get back to the way i used to write her.

1303 words

cw: femreader. food

you cursed under your breath. months ago, months! you told yourself you would start studying for your ap exam. you only had the one exam to study for, so you told yourself that if you just did a little bit everyday, you would be fine.

but here you were, about three days until your ap psychology exam, and you hadn’t studied any of it. you had hardly even watched the videos your teacher had posted as the digital learning content. but to be fair, the stuff he was talking about in them were the last unit or two of psych, and you wouldn’t have to worry about them, because you weren’t going to be tested on them.

you groaned and dragged your feet downstairs, to where you hid your backpack. the friday weeks ago, when your school told everyone that classes would go digital for a few weeks because of the coronavirus, your teacher had come prepared. he gave everyone that showed up to class, which, granted, wasn’t that many but still- a huge packet covering everything that you had studied this year. it was some forty pages long.

okay, it was, like, thirty five because you crossed out the pages about personality and disorders. which was a shame, because those are the units that everyone takes psychology to learn about. no one goes, “oh boy, i can’t wait to learn about how to test if a baby has depth perception!” or “i can’t wait to learn about all the different types of visual illusions!” but whatever.

you flipped to page thirty five, to see how many questions you were in for. just over 250, except that’s counting all the charts as individual questions. yeah, that makes sense. one and a half pages of listing what researchers discovered what is equivalent to answering which cortex of the brain processes visual stimuli.

wait a minute. lydia was also taking psych. studying sucks, but if you could do it with your girlfriend, that’d be so much less painful.

you texted her, “hey lyds, have u finished the psych packet yet?”

”yea i finished it yesterday, why?” she texted back almost immediately.

shit. looks like you’ll have to suffer through this alone. “nvm”

you looked at the time, 1:46. damn, already? it felt like you had only just woken up. you made yourself a coffee, and set up shop on the desk you have never used in your bedroom, with laptop open beside you. you planned on googling everything, rather than going through your notes, mostly because you forgot where you put them, but this would still take ages.

an hour passed, and you felt like you were dying on the inside. if you had to answer one more question about behavioral psych, you were going to scream. behavioral psych is by far the worst part of psychology! watson and skinner be damned! people are people not some computer code! people have feelings! you can’t just ignore them! and the feeling you were feeling right now was not a good one!

you wanted to stop, but you weren’t sure if you stopped now if you’d be able to finish the packet. so you kept on going.

you went another five hours, taking five minute tik tok breaks every hour to keep you sane. you looked at the clock, and realized you hadn’t eaten anything today. you grabbed a box of cheez-its and made your way back upstairs, and went back to work. this time, you ate a cheez-it every time you finished a question, or you filled out a row in a chart.

you didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up in the morning with about half the packet filled out. considering the exam was in one day, and four-ish hours, you thought that was good.

as you made your morning coffee, you checked the messages lydia had sent you. “are you doing okay? normally we talk a lot but…” “wait, are you working on the study guide?” “y/n! please take breaks! remember! you need food!” “and water!”

you sent back, “if i eat my cheez-its, and i drink my coffee while i study, then i don’t have to take breaks.”

you went back to your desk, and plugged your phone in across the room so you wouldn’t be distracted. but also because you forgot to charge it before you passed out, so it was at three percent, because apparently you had kept it open to tik tok all night, and the video just kept looping. oops.

for a while, the studying seemed easier. you felt like you had less to do, and you didn’t need to worry about getting it done in time, because you had more than enough of it. but because you didn’t need to rush, you became more productive.

you finished the second half of the packet by six that evening. you do admit, you got a bit lazy in the last few pages, but it was done!

shit. studying isn’t just writing stuff down, you have to read it over, right? you don’t really study that much.

but you decided to take an hour or two’s break for… breakfast? dinner? maybe even lunch? whatever, leftover pizza, because you had just only now just realized the intense rumbling in your stomach.

you checked your phone for the first time in hours. you were actually kind of proud of yourself. you usually were on your phone every waking hour, which was probably a problem, but you had shown enormous restraint… by spending every waking hour staring at your laptop. it’s all about choosing your battles.

you quickly dismissed some twitter notifications before tapping on a new message from lydia. “babe, i’m getting really worried about you, please call me when you see this.” you furrowed your brows. worried? about you? why?

you called lydia, and she picked up nearly immediately.

”y/n!” she gasped with relief, “don’t do that to me again!”

you felt stupid for wondering what she was talking about, but you kind of needed to know, “what do you mean?”

”you’ve been offline for hours, and i couldn’t get to you! and then when i heard what you were eating, that got me worried. have you eaten today?”

”three slices of pizza right now.” you swallowed a bite.

”is that your first meal today?”

”unless you count coffee, yeah. i’ll do better tomorrow, i promise. speaking of tomorrow, we’ve got the psych exam, and i need to keep studying. i’ll call after the exam, so like three?”

”y/n.”

”yeah?”

”you do realize this exam is online, right? and at home?”

”uh, yeah.” you swallowed.

”and you have both a laptop and a phone?”

”lydia, what are you saying?” cheating. she was definitely talking about cheating.

”i’m saying, that you don’t really need to know the definitions, because our dear old pal google can be there to help you out with those. and you’re smart, so i assume you know the concepts.”

”you think very highly, of me, my dear.” you took another bite of pizza. “so, what you’re saying is, i wasted two days studying?”

”yes, that is exactly what i’m saying.”

”shit. wait, why were you studying?”

”ugh, because i am nowhere near as good as you at being able to understand things.”

”you know, definitions explain the concept too.”

”what are you saying?” asked lydia.

”i think we’ve both wasted a lot of time studying when we didn’t need to.”

”fuck.” lydia breathed.

”yeah, we’re both idiots. do you wanna watch something on netflix? you haven’t finished parks and rec yet, right?”

”no, i just finished an episode before you called me.”

”which one?”

”season four, episode seven.”

”wait, is the next episode smallest park? we need to watch that, like, now.”

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy @eliza-is-confused @boredomimi @book--butterfly

[cloudedbunny]

i am BACK

back again to be insuffereable.

comign to terms with the fact that i physically can not be a full time video editor like i cant live off it its pHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE i will never earn enough money to pay my bills unless i charge ridiculous prices and i wont get work that way! dream of living in brighton with meebs goes out the window then. unless i win the lottery or suddenly become famous and i would rather win the lottery TBH... but no appartelyn all the moey ive spent on lottery tickets could be seen as an ADDICTION and that me buying one every time i see an angel number bc i think its a sign is DELUSIOn.... okay guys Whoa those are some pretty extreme terms there id rather we just say im having a Fun time.... m

anyway! leadup for my bday subathon is going well, having a well deserved break up to ediborugh (cant spell, sorry holly) fringe fesitval before the big stream so i can rest up and stuff. hope it wont flop, hope some friends show up and be entertaining with me, yeah! excited! nervous! the money will either go towards a new laptop or a new camera. i am currently like 1.3k short of my laptop and idek if ill make enough for the camera on its own tbh but whatever happens it will go in savings and sit there till i have enough to upgrade gear 

oh also i have an audition for something huge. somehting life changing. somehting i was obsessed with as a kid and its such a metaphor... my first ever comfort character being this like warm masculine father-like energy that i felt i had missed with my dad at the time (we fixed that now though, bffs x) and in the story, without giving the show away and breaching an NDA, he finds the little girl and then promises to come back when shes ready, and he does! a man who sticks to his word! a hero! a father who keeps his promises! and he comes back to her when shes older and ready and they explore the universe together. she saves him from her boring sad lonely life. ultimiate escapism. 

and if you really think about it thats exactly what is happening here. this character entered my life when i was having a sad boring lonely life and now hes come back to take me away into this new chapter :D i really hope i get it. i owe it to 9 year old me. i really am the girl (whos not a girl) who waited. 10 years. this will be it for me. i can feel it. i need it so bad. i want it so bad. and im not going to sit here and pretend like i wont be devistated if i dont get it. it will break me. 

[theclaravoyant]

I may be late to the party but "You forgot to pay the electricity bill and now our lights just went off. What now?" for fitzskimmons if you've still got left over free time to fill lol

AN ~ anything for you! :D this one goes out to anyone doing finals r/n i know that feel. shoutout to that time I had a breakdown bc there was no meat in my sandwich whoot. I hope everything goes well and I wish you all the mental equivalent of a soothing bath when you need it most.

in the meantime, there’s fitzskimmons (with extra skimmons)! this is a little hurt/comfort, arguably mild angst w/ happy ending, rated G/T, I hope you like it!

Read on AO3 (~1300wd)

-

“OHHHH! HEY!”

“NO, YOU CAN’T-“  

“SSHH! Shh, shh-“  

“You’re right, shh,”

Jemma rolled her eyes at Fitz and Daisy’s shushing from the other room. They’d recently acquired a new videogame and had agreed to play it quietly, since Jemma was still studying, but it wasn’t really working out. Jemma could hardly blame them, she supposed, even as she bit her lip and turned her music up a little to drown them out. Even she was getting to that point in semester where she’d rather hang upside down off the back of the couch and join in with their shoot-em-up antics. And she loved homework – so they said – “more than life itself.”

All of a sudden though, the universe had apparently decided this was one too many slips in their promise. The lights went out and the music went silent, and suddenly Jemma’s highlighter was the brightest thing in the room. Even the clock was out. The only other light came from her phone – alerting her that it had been taken off charge – and the little corner of glow-in-the-dark space stickers above their bed that Daisy had put there once, for fun. They spoke to a whimsy and self-assurance that Jemma usually loved about her…

Just not when it came with this level of forgetfulness.

Jemma ground her teeth together, and tried not to throw open the bedroom door too hard as she stalked back into the lounge.

“What was that?” she demanded icily, glad the others could not see her expression properly. She was way too stressed out and exhausted to think about this rationally.

“Power’s down,” Fitz said. “Did you have the kettle and the microwave on at the same time again?”

“In the bedroom?” Jemma challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Then Daisy raised a hand.

“Uh, guys, I think this is my bad,” she confessed. “I may have forgotten to pay the electricity bill. Well, I mean, I didn’t forget. I was sort of in a standoff with the building manager about the laundry situation and I said I wouldn’t pay our electricity or our water til it was fixed because it’s in our tenancy rights but –“

“Is it?!” Jemma challenged. “Is it in our tenancy rights? Well that’s fantastic. Is there a bloody great candle in there too? Hmm? Perhaps some glow sticks?”

“Jem, come on.” Daisy held up her hands in surrender, trying to step lightly. “You were mad about it too.”

“I still am!” Jemma jabbed a finger back at where her study notes were waiting – “but I have exams to do. Did you have to take this stand now of all times? It’s finals, Daisy! I need power! I need my computer! I need light! How could you be so inconsiderate? Or were you just so thick-headed that you didn’t see this coming?!”

“HEY!” Fitz stepped forward, putting himself between them. “That’s uncalled for, Jemma. Come on.”

“You’re taking her side?” Jemma glared, tears in her eyes. “You know how important this is to me!”

“I just think you need to calm down, that’s all. Daisy made a mistake, but –“

“But I’m being ridiculous. Okay. It’s only my whole future resting on these results. But okay. I’m going downstairs.”

Wiping her eyes, Jemma stormed back into her room, swept her belongings into a bag, and stormed back out again, right past Fitz and Daisy and out the door.

-

Once Jemma was gone, Daisy sunk back onto the couch and checked her own eyes for tears.

“She’s right, I’m being stupid,” she sniffled, digging for her phone in the pile of clothes and food packets that had built up around them. “I’ll call the landlord and sort this out right now. Just pay the damn thing.”

“I don’t think you should do that,” Fitz advised, taking her hands gently in his to stop her fretting. “Otherwise when are we going to fight this? Christmas? New Year? Then we’ll all be back to school and it’ll start again. Stick to your guns, Daisy! Or are you going to give up your principles for a girl, hm?”

He nudged her playfully, and the tiniest of smiles cracked through the fear and onto her face.

“There she is,” Fitz encouraged. “Come on, you know Jemma would be right alongside you on this crusade any other day. She’s just stressed out of her brain right now. And you know she has these exams in the bag. She’ll be fine. And a new washing machine won’t shrink her sweaters, so she’ll thank you in the end, right?”

Daisy sighed.

“I guess you’re right,” she agreed, and with renewed vigour, tossed the phone back onto the pile of mess on the couch. “Screw that guy, it’s Jemma we’ve got to worry about. And I’ve got an idea.”

-

“Jemma. Jemma.”

“Mm?”

Jemma jolted awake to the feeling of someone tapping her elbow. She dragged her face up off the table and blinked, bleary-eyed, surprised to find herself in the internet café around the corner, with Daisy in her face and Fitz standing at the end of the table, looking on with concern. She was not sure how much time had passed since she’d left. Was it morning already? Or was her tea still warm?

“What ‘re you doing here?” she mumbled.

“We’re here to bring you home,” Daisy promised. “I’m sorry about the blackout, but I think we’ve reached a compromise you’ll appreciate.”

Jemma nodded, feeling too tired for words like compromise and appreciate, and preferring to all but flop into Fitz’s arms where he waited, as Daisy wilfully entangled herself in all of Jemma’s belongings (“how did you get all this down here?!”). Her brain was full of white noise as they made their way back to the apartment, but by the time they stepped over the threshold, Jemma was starting to remember why she was mad. It didn’t feel as visceral anymore – she felt burnt out, and she was still drop-dead tired – but she clenched her teeth together. Whatever Daisy had, she thought warningly, had better be good.

Fortunately, it was.

“Now, admittedly, I didn’t do this all myself,” Daisy confessed. “But Fitz has rigged up this place with a generator, so the fridge, kettle, and the odd charger should be working. Your laptop battery is supercharged, and… I found a couple candles.”

Daisy led the way and Fitz walked Jemma into the kitchen, where candles were clustered near the chargers and keys; the sink; the kettle; the fridge. The lounge and coffee table had been cleared of clothes, and rubbish, and other junk, and dotted here and there with candles too. As Daisy led her and Fitz down the hall, Jemma even spotted candles in their bedroom, but Daisy kept going all the way to the bathroom, where a warm and rosy scent floated out to meet her. Daisy smiled apologetically, and pushed the door open, gesturing for Jemma to continue inside.

“Daisy,” Jemma whispered, her eyes trailing the display of candles that danced around the room. There were a couple of new glow-in-the-dark stars in the corner of the mirror. She smiled. “What is this?”

“I’m sorry I was inconsiderate with my timing, and that our landlord’s a dick. And I’m sorry that you’re so stressed out. Fitz and I will shut our faces - for real this time – so you can take the night off, okay? We love you. I love you.”

Jemma nodded, tearing up. “Love you too, Daisy. Sorry I called you thick-headed. You should know, your stubbornness is one of your best qualities.”

“Yeah, well,” Daisy scoffed. “Enjoy that warm bath while it lasts, ‘cause our water bill’s on final notice too. Loveyoubye.”

Blowing her a kiss, Daisy ducked out the door and shut it behind her. Jemma opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came to mind. At this point, she was not even sure she followed what was going on. What she did know was that her body seemed to be climbing into a warm, lovingly prepared bath of its own accord, and she was hardly one to argue with that.

[earth-to-dude]

the various flavors of tripp

various career headcanons, verses & au’s for tripp! a.k.a. what does this guy even ACTUALLY do?

{ ooc // there's absolutely no information or real clues on what tripp does for a living. flypaper takes course over a single evening, and it never comes up. it's seriously never mentioned once in the entire movie what he might do to make an earning. no comments about jobs. 

so, what do i personally think my anxious and autistic son might do for money? because of some quotes and habits that were stated, what sort of careers might he actually have or end up with in my writing? hell, what sort of jobs would he pick up afterwards? well, i got your answers here.

threads tend to go into an unspecified main verse where i just kind of go with whatever works in the moment, but feel free to request a specific flavor tripp from the menu below.

STRONGEST CONTENDERS FOR JOBS:

✖ ||: ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ( police informant verse. ) — tripp is the eyes and ears of the city always finding himself in shitty situations to figure things out for cops, though withholding information and misleading them as he sees fit. you know, I really like this one. it keeps the crime / comedy times rolling. always getting into trouble, this man. i like to think of him a bit like a crime billboard, or a criminal guide for people. if you need to know where to find someone or something, tripp could probably get you where you need to go. likely not his job, but a great one to write in to continue the same theme, setting and mood of the film regarding him getting swept up in crime as an anxious, obsessive and observant civilian.

✖ ||: ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴇ? ( travelogue writer & photographer verse. ) — with a sharp and keen eye, never wanting to stay in one place and winding up in locations he never thought he would be in, tripp's made a decent living as a freelancer for travel blogs and magazines writing about local life. it's the most domestic and normal career of his I like. just a small point & snap and his trusted laptop to work on his own schedule and go wherever he wants. the freedom is important to him.

✖ ||: ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʙᴀɴᴅᴡɪᴅᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ( technology / repair / engineering verse. ) — tripp is known to steal everything to take it all apart. the clicker, the gun, the detonators. if it has moving parts and he can pry it open, he's going to. i have headcanons that as a kid he would often be found beside a completely gutted appliance, be it a radio, a remote, a phone, to try figure out how it works and put it back together again (and his dad being pissed when he couldn't). another more normal and domestic career for him to have would be in the stem career clusters. i even think he would be really, really good at like, repairing watches and radios for people for cash. pretty lowkey, on his own. i think it probably makes the most sense. while writing this, I found additional evidence that this may be the case, as tripp says later on in the movie, “each [ fax ] has a blemish that appears every 3.2 inches. it is made when the printing drum has a scratch on it.” i think it’s very likely that tripp is a sort of a freelance repairman.

GAMBLING / HIGH STAKES VERSE:

✖ ||: ɪ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴋ?! ( high stakes gambling verse. ) —  tripp is really, really good at counting cards and statistics and probabilities. ' what amazing luck! ' they say. only, the casinos don't quite believe that anymore. he’s cheated too many people out of their money. another crime / comedy verse to keep the fun times rolling. funny enough flypaper was produced by the same people who made 'the hangover' so you know that kind of a verse isn't that big of a stretch for my crime comedy boy. get into some always sometimes monsters feels in here. wanted for cheating people out of money, being chased, but a living the high life kind of mischievous tripp. 

A PERSONAL FAVORITE VERSE / AU:

✖ ||: ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ( detective / private investigator verse. ) — tripp managed to find himself a job on the police force or as an investigator for private citizens. he's sent all the cold cases to pour over and question and run on long goose chases to follow minuscule leads. he's sort of human resources worst nightmare, internal affairs has about a field day every other week with some shit he does, but no one else wastes their career on desperately and frantically plugging after decades old cases no one believes will be solved. he keeps himself generally busy and away from other "real" officers doing their jobs, but solving case after case people had given up on gives him enough leeway.

MOVIE SPOILERS & DIVERGENCES:

✖ ||: ᴡᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏɴ ( bank robber verse. ) — post-flypaper. tripp is a bank robber and con artist with, or without, his new partner from flypaper after it concludes ( this one includes spoilers in the writing, if you don't want spoilers, go rent Flypaper and then come back! ). He's not a fan of killing at all. Not that he minds it. Because he will kill if he has to. He just really rather wouldn't.  

✖ ||: ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪʀᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ ( divergent dark tripp / vicellous drum. ) a verse where the scene that really ended up making or breaking the movie for me turns out to BREAK IT instead of MAKE IT. tripp is actually the number one criminal on the fbi's most wanted list leaving behind a trail of bodies. he makes himself unknown and plays the part of smart and trustworthy hostage to the people being held captive and pretends to solve the chaos he originally insured in order to

DRUG & CRIME AU:

✖ ||: sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ? ( a drug au. ) — you need some kind of medications, tripp is your guy. not much else to be said here, but I do like to sometimes imagine his growly "never trust anything from the street." quote as being from personal experience and his strife with other dealers. my tripp, regardless of verse, takes a lot of medications, he overuses them to the point of toxicity and chemical dependencies as part of his obsessive tendencies bc no med actually gets taken every hour for psych symptoms like in the movie, esp. not depakene like tripp says he needs hourly. anyhow, for this verse, tripp can always get his hands on scripts and sell them out. adderall, xanex, percocet. you name it, he can probably get his hands on it for money by rotating a bajillion doctors and pharmacies. i also wouldn’t exactly put it past his characterization to stretch things a little and throw him in as a supplier. awkward, shifting, anxious boy in charge of a drug lab would be rather fun in my opinion. he probably also steals stuff and sells it tbh. just an au i enjoy thinking about from time to time that could be fun.

[snow-okki]

Messiah Akatsuki ‘LIVE’ reaction 4/?

This is not the end :D

Part one

Part two

Part three

Shikura-Guen agaaain:

I hate it when these two appear. It means they're gonna be talking about heavy things that I can't understand :(

Typing madly into a tablet doesn't look as cool as typing madly on a keyboard.

Guen counting down satellite falling like he's counting down fireworks.

Oh hey that first necromancer possessed guy is now a part of KINDER.

Ichijima decides now's a good time to wear his coat again.

A smartphone with such classic ringtone XD

Shikura: 'So Ichijima is not planning to dismiss section 5…' "How about you join me here?"

Ichijima: NO

Ichijima's smartphone is very very thick. Did he mistaken a power bank for a phone?

Ichijima-Kogure-Kuroko scene:

Something important is said here that I can't understand TT (Something like Ichijima's okay with section 5 being dismissed but bragging that graduated SAKURAs are already scattered around the world?)

"Mitsumi Haku" *Kuroko takes out Nanny* Kuroko you bring THAT around?!

I am convinced Kuroko's pocket is a gateway to every possible conceivable item under the galaxy.

Also only 4 cadets have graduated so far?? The Church system is obviously not that very effective.

Ariga-Yugi-Miike scene:

Okki "WHOA!" XD

Ariga is a lot more serious with MiikeYugi than with Kogure. I wonder if it's because of that JunJun scene~

Yugi carrying that oboe case reminds me of Haku in Hisui

Yugi's oboe case wasn't handcuffed to him through since he dropped it aside mid battle.

Gen3 movements are a lot less energetic than before.

Okki holding onto enemy with face as if he's going into labour.

Suddenly Salyut-Kagami-Checker:

That segue is very very abrupt.

N!Kagami is very very awesome.

The plot is getting heavy from here onwards TT.TT

Ichijima and the cadets scene:

"Kill Kagami"

Everyone has a lot more reaction to that than Ariga, even Kogure

Dr THREE why are you using that tiny paper-like laptop even Dr TEN get to use tablets.

Ryoki being Italy at the such brilliant timing. If Yugi's not there Miike is surely dead by Mamoru and Ariga's hands

Even Ichijima can't refuse Okki's puppy eyes :3

Wonder why Yugi only voiced his concern regarding Miike now though

Ariga is ready to kill Miike XD

Ichijima-Mamoru:

Even Ichijima seem so solemn at the project of losing his life.

Deadpan-ly solemn.

I realize that rather than asking someone question, Ichijima's way is to always ask the question ("I've done some thinking and…" "Have you found the answer?")

Ichijima is a man that keeps to his promise (yet has no problem exploiting its loophole).

Holy crap water splash transition:

The guy that called Checker…that same ensemble guy again? XD

OH MAN THIS MUSIC

Yugi be like "Let's go Kogure!" And Miike's just like fine leave me alone it's not like I'm here or anything.

Compare Ariga's treatment to Junjun vs this Ariga who's ready to abandon Miike in a heartbeat.

Shikura-Guen:

Guen's super petrified stance is all I can pay attention to.

Yugi-Kogure:

Man ensemble casts' showcase! They're awesome!

Kogure's style is to always be back up once he's done with his enemy. I like it.

Yugi wanted to kill them quickly and send them to heaven?

Yugi you might want to either try joining KINDER, or colored rangers instead.

Eyy Yugi-Kogure back to back~

OMG Yugi-Kogure back to back for 2nd time!

Yugi whom immediately charge at the enemy, and Kogure who always kept a distance. They complement each other

But actors wise Yugi-Miike chemistry is better totally not biased

Miike solo:

Miike's too pissed to bother fighting with Ariga

Ariga's head is too full of Kagami he readily agreed to let a freaking newbie fight alone

Meanwhile Miike's style is both short and long range, alternating between kicks and short distance shooting

Miike's breaking point is so gonna have him laughing like a lunatic, I'm calling it.

"Is living that hard? I see…so it's the same." 'So'?

Eh the music changed?

Shikura-who???:

OMG this Guen is so freaking adorable >.<

The rest is plot, and proving that 'politicians are incapable'

Finally our main hero and heroine:

Dr TEN role is really, really just standing there looking good.

There's one camera angle where it looked like Kuroko was aiming his gun at Mamoru.

Salyut has whooped every single person in this place. Probably why he's interested in Ariga who equaled him.

OH CHECKER YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD

And you don't have your lollipop

I guess lollipop would be too distracting for this climax scene

Checker stop trying to molest everyone

Salyut 'my god I must sit through this crazy guy's bragging'

Dr TEN 'And here he goes again…'

A lot of serious plot happens here it's hard to tsukkomi things

Oh well Mamoru when you raised both hands in that prayer pose thing, it looks like you're really gonna break into prayers

Omg checker that shot is low

Mamoru the area where you grabbed Checker that's also pretty low

I feel really bad for forgetting where the phrase 'I will protect Mamoru' came from exactly

Mamoru's displaying his skill as the master of falling on the floor

Oh hi Salyut

"What a disgusting look" Nah Salyut that's just Checker being beautifully hammy as usual.

KABOOM count: 1

Mamoru-Kuroko:

"That day when I was prepared to die…" OMG SHIBI CALLBACK?! "My capturers shoot each other in the head" Oh it's callback to the opening scene che

OH NO ARE YOU GONNA BREAK INTO THAT MUSIC-nope :(

This scene convinced me that Kuroko is really the heroine of Messiah.

The blue-ness of this scene is making my eyes hurt

OMG MAMORU IS LEGIT IN TEARS

"Ore wa…hagane no ishi wo tsuranuku!" HAGANE! :D

KABOOM count: 2

Ichijima-Dr THREE and the non main characters:

Can I ship these two old guys? :D

OMG THAT KOGURE FLYING KICK

Miike also did a flying roundhouse kick

The one time when a gunshot wound is long lasting -> the one to Kogure's left arm by Dr TEN

The positioning is such that Yugi is in the middle, and Kuroko is behind the three. IT'S SYMBOLIC

OHH SLOW MO hisui~

Everyone else *we'll just sloooooowly get away from this dramatic scene*

Kagami-Ariga:

KABOOM count: 3

ARIGA YOU STILL REMEMBERED YOUR PROMISE!

Kagami's dgaf face and dgaf voice really fits the mood

REALLY THEY'RE USING HYMN SONG MESSIAH YOU'RE KILLING ME

"Since when have I become this weak…!!" Good characterization on Ariga.

Kagami just dgaf shoot Ariga.

Again?!

Aaaaand again.

OH KAGAMI DON'T YOU DARE--oh that's the solution it feels so…cliched.

I'll be the happiest person on earth if I get praised by Dr TEN's "Subarashii..!"

KABOOM count: 4

"As your foster parent, I will continue to look after your growth, from now on and always." This is making me cry more than anything

Oh hi Ariga

This is so reminiscent of Hagane

OH GOD THE TRANSITION IS SO HORRIBLY DONE MY EYES GAAAAH

Seeing Mamoru and Ariga, the original 2 Gen desperately reaching out for Kagami, the 2.5 Gen is lovely

And then we reached the true climax:

"CHIGAU!!" This..is so Shibi--OH FUCK NOW'S ACTUALLY THAT MUSIC I'M DED

and hi Ariga cuddling Kagami

also Gen 3 not wanting to be left out

I DONT NEED TO KNOW WHAT MAMORU'S SAYING. THE MUSIC IS KILLING ME

Mamoru's so intense his tears are overflowing.

And his spit is flying out.

I always wonder why cadets must, MUST recite the entire SAKURA rule in their most dramatic of time.

KABOOM count: 5

Aww I still want to listen to that music…

Before ending:

Ah it's the same ending music as Hagane

Guen…I'm not sure how sad the things that you're saying here but I wonder if you've been legitly crying from Mamoru's scene :3

Salyut really likes that both arms halfway up (the 'Pa!' stance since I can't think of a way to describe it_

Dr TEN really likes to point at people. And to sloooooowly lower his arm.

Kuroko's back!

Oh hi Kuroko's crying--TISSUE BOX?!

Oh lol

Ichijima you picked them up??

And was slightly disgusted by them XD

THIS ARIGA-MAMORU IZAWA-TOMORU SCENE I'M CRYING MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

Kuroko 'interview' is also back!

That oboe case is half the size of Miike.

But where is Kogure--oh here he is.

Eh Ichijima removed his glasses?

No Kogure you don't need to remove yours XD

Kagami calling Ariga Ryo…hmm….

Salyut what did you say?

The final scene!

Also a callback to the first battle scene~

The 'Yuuri' enemy reminds me of Amane. Amane... TT.TT

AAAAND IT'S THE END!:

Oh god it went so blue for a moment

Ariga sharp as always

Kagami "Thanks for flipping me" *smack* *bang*

I'm convinced part of Miike's fighting style is to have unstable stance

Yugi's punches look like they'll hurt like hell if they actually hit. Thankfully Okki's really afraid to hit so the gap tends to be huge.

Kogure your actions pale in comparison to the other Gen3 

OMG KUROKO?

Omg really Kuroko, to Ichijima?

WHOA WAIT ICHIJIMA DID YOU JUST HIT KUROKO WITH A SLIPPER?

Dr THREE Dr TEN Guen, all at one bc they're boring XD

Salyut--oh it's that ensemble cast again!

Shikura got the freaking spotlight for 5 seconds just for him to stand there looking imposing

OOOHHH so that's where that shot comes from!

Mamoru's fist bump with invisible Yuuri kinda makes him seem delusional

Ah it's the ending--wait no curtain call? Nooooooooooooo 

[whitegoldelephant-blog]

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