#it’s okay i figured out a reasonable + flirty response

[callixton]

my main issue w grindr is that i have no idea how to respond to people when i don’t have a quick straightforward answer. i feel like every conversation on there is a puzzle & i am missing so many pieces

[nicngyu]

smau ; right place, wrong person.

one. this is awkward

pairing ; idol!beomgyu x gn!reader

summary ; in which a failed proposal at a txt send-off leads y/n to beomgyu, who can’t help but meddle a little bit.

written ; 1.06k words

author's note ; finally starting the actual story! i hope everything's well explained T_T

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This was Y/N's most promising idea ever. What could be more romantic than asking your situationship to be your girlfriend at her favourite artist's meet and greet?

Though, maybe the ring was a bit excessive...

No. It was perfect. Yun liked things like this. When Yun and Y/n had watched countless proposals at BTS concerts, she said it was romantic. When they joked about this exact situation, Yun said it was beautiful: something she could only dream of.

So, of course, this was the best idea Y/n could ever come up with when it came to asking her out. A stroke of genius. The situation was perfect, especially after the conversations they had regarding their feelings for each other just a few days prior. 

It was the best way for their relationship to progress from the ambiguity that covered it through their dates and the countless time they had spent together. They knew Yun would say yes because they had spoken about getting together just a few days prior. It was guaranteed.

Y/n's hands ghosted over the ring in their pocket, anxious. Countless TXT fans gathered around them, presenting the artists with gifts and words they had prepared, full of excitement at the idea of finally meeting peopole they admired. Everyone was feeling a similar nervousness to Y/n, though for different reasons. Meeting someone you admire was a huge event, but asking someone you think you might be in love with to finally advance your relationship had its dramaticism, too. Publicly, nonetheless.

This could easily become a train wreck, and doubts swarmed Y/n's thoughts. But it was overshadowed by the certainty that Yun felt the same way. She was too nervous to ask, and was waiting for Y/n to do it first. The plan was sure to work out nicely.

But why was it that when Y/n offered the ring with a hopeful glint in their eyes and uttered the question, Yun stared at them, unmoving? Her expression had dropped, and she didn't accept it in a heartbeat like she had said she would. Instead, she seemed to be in a state of shock, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, unmoving. Maybe she was just so shocked she couldn't move. Maybe she was planning the perfect response. Maybe-

In the blink of an eye, she moved. This was definitely different from what Y/n had envisioned. She wasn't saying yes with a huge grin on her face. She wasn't kissing them, hugging them, nothing.

Okay, so it wasn't a good idea. At all. This proved to be especially true when the ring was ripped from Y/n's fingertips and she was gone.

If this were a cartoon, her outline would be seen flashing next to Y/n, where her figure had been a few seconds prior. Y/n was convinced they had never seen Yun move that fast. Stunned, they were forced to watch helplessly, their heart sinking further with each passing second.

Because there she was, in front of Yeonjun, with the ring y/n had bought. This was definitely the last outcome Y/n could have predicted.

A giggle. That flirty smile she had sent Y/N so many times. Not aimed at themself this time. It was all aimed at Choi Yeonjun, who was smiling, too.

People were starting to stare, to whisper. This is awkward.

Choi Yeonjun just stole my girlfriend.

In a poor attempt to recover, Y/n muttered, "will you be my girlfriend, instead?" with their eyes still trained on Yun's back as she conversed with the idol. They turned to observe whatever fangirl stood next to them, hoping they'd joke about it or at least refrain from embarrassing them further. 

It was a matter of timing, really. Because it wasn't a fan girl. Or a fan. At all. That was probably the furthest from an accurate description they could have given.

An amused smile played on his face, and strands of his brunette hair fell before his eyesight, eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

"I'm not sure i fit that role, but I'll see what i can do," he muttered with a bashful smile.

Huh.

The man in front of them looked strangely similar to Beomgyu. Choi Beomgyu. TXT member Beomgyu. What an uncanny resemblance. And his voice sounded the same. The exact same. Y/n's heart opted to stop beating as they processed the striking resemblance, their mind struggling to keep up with this unexpected twist in their heart. This must have been a joke.

Thoughts began to rush back into Y/n's head. Y/n had to resist the urge to scream. What was happening right now?

Their eyes quickly darted around the room finding the TXT members interacting with fans. 1,2,3,4...there was 5, wasn't there? Then they turned back. His smile wasn't gone. It may have grown wider as he watched the realisation doom upon them. It took a lot of self-control to hold back his amused laughter.

Yes, there were 5 members in TXT, and there was one missing from the crowd. Because he was the one missing. He, Beomgyu, who was standing before them.

The whispers grew louder around them and their hands shook. What was going on right now? And he said....what-?

He pulled out a piece of paper reserved for unlucky fans without a photocard to sign from his pocket, his hands working quickly. He hadn't needed to use them throughout the event, but it seemed this fan definitely needed one.

Y/n's wide eyes barely registered this action before this piece of paper was placed in their hand, a scribble and a signature gracing its surface. He was an idol, after all, and he knew he couldn't spend too much time with one fan. Though, he also should have known better to not hand his phone number to any random person getting rejected at a send-off, either.

But something told him this was different.

The truth was, he had seen them around the HYBE building before. This was enough for him to conclude his decision wasn't one that would bring dire consequences. Only small ones. And be it for forming a new friendship or causing a little havoc, he was willing to face those.

He moved on and began to interact with others, hoping he was able to distract the Y/n from their embarrassment. Y/n's senses were scrambled with a whirlwind of emotions as they held the signed paper, eyes blinking as if to process the events.

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[zg0nuwa]

Hey, sorry i feel so demanding when asking someone so i had to let they know that this is just a silly idea *_-YOU CAN IGNORE IT AND DONT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT!!!-_*

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG BUT I HAD TO LET IT OUTT!!! I hope you understand what i meant, thank you take care!

Anyways... So the idea is: The earthrealm trio, Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Kung lao (or any charactr you prefer) liking the reader very much (It can be platonic or romantic up to you) and they always get in little fights or arguments because they are kinda jealous of you, not something sick and twisted but you know, like, little things like they fighting to sit beside you when watching a movie together and one of them end up sitting on the grund in front of you (so all of you sit on the ground together) or when they are walking and they see you from afar one of them starts to running to get to you faster than the other but the reader is very oblivious, besides loving all 3 of them very much and keeping to themselves because the reader doesnt know what polyamorous is and think its problematic to love all the 3 guys at the time and their worst fear is to hurt those 3 protective, dependable and caring fellas. Also the reader always makes a effort to spend time them too, specially with the 3 at the same time, and they are all very touchy with esch other? Like hugs, hand holding, hands on the shoulders when walking together...

( doing this also with raiden because this boy has my heart )

cw ; this is not exactly romantic but also not very platonic, i hope this is okay

first and foremost, may god have mercy on you, because these four won't. johnny and kung lao are the worst, childish competitions and being up in your personal space, always a hand on your shoulder, thigh, in their hand. kenshi and raiden are much more reasonable and just happy to be in your presence.

johnny is the initiator i would say, he'd probably be the first one to show you this type of attention, which, to be honest, is not much different from before. he is definitely more touchy and maybe a little pushover with his advances towards you. it's not because he doesn't respect your boundaries, he does and takes it very seriously when you tell him to stop. it's more like inserting himself wherever you are, dropped a pen? he already picked it up! forgot something? would you look at that! he has a spare or coincidentally has that specific thing on him!

kung lao is... specific. he's also touchy but he feels a little awkward, like he's not really sure he can be touchy and affectionate with you. while johnny is confident and straightforward he's more of a "pretending to yawn and putting my arm over your shoulder' type of person. this still doesn't make him drop the cocky personality.

kenshi is passive, at least thats how he seems to be, he doesn't mind the others behavior but much prefers being one on one with you. his affection comes in form of long deeps talks that go well into the night. he's open, he's comfortable and he shows it well. does small favors for you like putting you laundry away, turning the lights off if you fall asleep and forget, making an extra cup of tea and "surprisingly" it's always your favourite.

raiden is a charmer, sometimes without even trying. remembers the smallest things about you. not to mention that he's very timid but he's not this "shy baby" that blushes at any advance towards him. he's actually a smartass sometimes and has a lot of good responses to flirty anecdotes. also the best advice giver, no matter what it may be he's always here to figure something out for you.

together they can get pretty chaotic but not to the point where they're jumping at eachother throats. call it friendly rivalry they say ( usually it's between kung lao and johnny but johnny always seems to drag in kenshi so you and raiden just wait until the drama resolves itself)

[katyspersonal]

Character Dynamic for Midra and Nanaya.

Do all of them. >:)

ALL of them? OKAY THIS is going to be a fat one so I am keeping it under cut! This is for the character dynamic ask meme ( x ) *knacks my cruckles*

🌹 Who's the flirty one and who gets shy and flustered?

I think at the beginning of relationship, he was the flirtier one, and he sure knew just what sweet lines to say seeing everything for its true worth, including flaws! She used to get flustered a lot while romance was still new. Further into relationship though, this side of Nanaya truly blossomed and she became more confident and bold about it! Midra, on the other hand, became more exhausted and nervous. Constant harassment, often very dangerous, by Inquisitors. But even in the safety of his own manse he became the type to skip sleeps and be too focused on research, that made him very stressed and no longer initiating flirting. It was then up to Nanaya to flirt him into relaxing for once, and she was good at it!

🥣 Who is more skilled in the kitchen?

It feels to me like they are both equally good at cooking, and both love doing it! The catch is that they prefer different foods XD However, this is not the case of each cooking for themselves or one who cooks deciding everything; they compromise and accommodate! For example, Nanaya who likes spicy food that Midra doesn't will cook a less-spicy portion for him! Midra not wanting to burn his insides certainly has aged sfdjhfdhss

🚘 Who is/would be the better driver and who is the passenger?

Midra would be the most responsible driver, letting Nanaya to just chill and stare in the window! Nanaya, on the other hand.....

sdjhdfhs Sorry, Yukari driving was the first thing I thought of XD Nanaya is the reasonable one in relationship, but for some reason I feel like her "dark side" would come up in things like driving or competitive sports! Granted, she does neither of these in canon setting xddd

🔥 Who has the temper and who keeps a cool head?

Again, aside of funny hypothetical scenarios like the one above, they are both quite reasonable people. Midra IS the one more likely to let bad things truly get under his skin and start to think of drastic decisions where Nanaya would ground him, but he still needs prolonger exposure to the negative factor to start 'losing it'. Not just talking the Obvious Thing, it is just his personality in general! Him crossing his psychological limit begins with twitching a bit and rambling to himself, basically ignoring the other person present and spiralling into reflecting on the past through very negative lense and talking about what he will do. So yeah, the good thing about how he experiences losing temper is that there is enough time to figure out what he is going to do and take precautions or plan how to help him. He is like volcano that started to smoke and will only erupt in a while, not like sudden explosion! With Nanaya, though... Good luck making her lose temper. Even her anger will be cold.

🍊 Who likes sweet foods and who goes for salty snacks?

Neither of them likes sweets much! Having like a pair of cookies once a week is Midra's final form. Nanaya would appreciate salty snacks though! Do not let her anywhere modern AUs, it will be a LOT of chips and doritos everywhere x)

📙 Who would be the tutor and who would need the tutoring?

Midra is literally called sage and 90% of his Manse is just books, so I am pretty sure he would primarily be a tutor for anyone, not just Nanaya :p At the same time, I would not say he is that perfect wise man archetype; if the subject is not very interesting to him, he will struggle to give it proper focus and respect! Might even sulk a little and claim it 'pointless', even despite needing to be educated on any topics! Nanaya doesn't have this problem though, and had he "insulted" a certain field she would definitely find a right approach to get him invested. Don't let anyone know Midra can be biased with fields of learning too though, this is not an impression he wants to make and he is not proud of that trait!

☀️ Who is more outdoorsy and who prefers to stay inside?

Midra used to enjoy being outside and observe nature, from clouds and sunsets to tiniest insects on the flowers, until he didn't. Nanaya on the other hand was the one loving to stay inside more, and also the type to shield the room with curtains to make it dark even at the sunny day! x) Again, they switched habits when Midra became reclusive if not depressed, so Nanaya both felt like at least one of them should go outside and needed to go outside sometimes to escape the tension and think. Sometimes it did come off as passive aggression if Midra refused to go take a breathe with her, where she'd say that sure, she'll be the only one to still remember what the outside looks like..

🔒 Who's more guarded with their secrets and who is better at sharing them?

In my interpretation of the story, Midra certainly managed to do significant acting behind Nanaya's back until it was too late, so there is that... The story aside, he is not naturally a liar type at all, but he is guarded and needs some help opening up. Nanaya knew how to make him feel safe talking about what is bothering him or troublesome past. She is not that ideal therapist wife of course, but she could tell he'd benefit from venting at all, and she'd still try to help (practically more than with wise words. wise words are his thing. :p)

At the same time, her own secrets do not weight her down much but they are "uncovered" at her getting too into discussion and blurting out too much information. And her """dark secrets""" were innocent, like kinks she'd be shy about or really embarrassing memory, so Midra would get her to elaborate by teasing her XD Basically, both need a push to open up, and both know how to help each other with it.

🍋 Who is more likely to be in a sour mood on a bad day? (Bonus: how does the other one handle that?)

Midra IS the type to get really sour! He will not be outright toxic, except maybe very far late into his character arc, but he will be gloomy and say something bitter about things and people that didn't deserve this. Not about Nanaya though, bitter remarks towards her would just be auto-aggression about how she needed to do something better than to waste time on miserable old man. Again, depending on the severity of his reason to be upset she would either flirt him into cuddles or sex to help him to relax, or just hold him and make him feel safe enough to cry and thus, again, waste stress and feel better. (letting him fall sleep in her arms afterwards of course)

🦠 Who is messy and who says "damn you live like this?"

Midra is VERY messy! He doesn't clean his dishes, leaves his books everywhere, doesn't make the bed and usually his clothing either has a spot he never noticed or worn on the wrong side! He has many servants that would clean his own mess and not just wipe the dust or clean the floor etc, but very selfishly prefers Nanaya to handle the "personal" chores and not those servants. It is because she has a natural 'feeling' for how he'd like objects arranged... And if she is feeling tired or sick, he proves he is not that helpless; their rooms don't devolve into trash pile and he keeps them tidy. It is just both being unfocused and selfish.

✅️ Who cares more about being right and winning the argument?

They both care about figuring out the truth and not "winning"! If anything, whenever one beats another in the argument, another feels delighted with how smart their spouse is! I'd say they like losing these! But only with each other; losing an argument to someone else would make them feel frustrated and mentally punch themselves to get more insightful.

🍀 Who is luckier and who was born under a bad star? Do either of them believe in luck?

Midra typically believed himself to be unlucky for life since young age! Yeah he always felt like none of his efforts would avail him anything despite always struggling, that only either luck or turning to supernatural powers could eventually get him anywhere. Long history of having his efforts crashed by bad people or factors he had no control over......

^^^ me @ Midra right now lmao fdshfhdsfsd

You can see that culminating in him turning to seek Three Fingers to solve the problems with him and his allies being shunned from the start.. However, at some point in life, that mindset was seriously alleviated by meeting Nanaya to begin with! As far as he could tell, there was no luck or fate or magic at play in why she fell in love with him too, so!

Nanaya, on the other hand, was hopeful and the 'it too shall pass' person, but for the first time in her life she felt like she HAS been cursed... by having married him. It was after he did the Lord of Frenzied Flame attempt, that also cost them their baby. I would say it is a very justified point of breaking and being angry and heartbroken, yeah.

🗨 Who is chattier and who defaults to silence?

Midra is generally introverted, only getting more talkative about topics especially fascinating to him or with Nanaya in general! He likes to offer advice, but it is also exhausting. Nanaya does most of the talking with people! Well, she used to, before they stopped communicating with the outside world much due to Inquisitors getting worse. In a more happy, healthy, more social life, she'd be the social butterfly that can finally stay silent with Midra, whereas he'd generally keep mysterious and quiet but spill his heart out to her!

🦋 Who looks for magic in the everyday and ordinary and who needs it pointed out to them?

In the setting where magic IS real and everywhere, it is hard to say XD More vaguely speaking, both are stargazers and romantics, and same logic applies; first it was Midra who helped Nanaya to find joy and wonder in every leaf, later down the line she became the one to make him swim out of the depths of despair and appreciate the joys of nature and world for once. I am thinking about how their relationship developed in their entirety, and it makes me emotional how he once was helping her and then she started to help him in the similar ways ;-; Too bad in the end it availed to nothing because Miyazaki hates hope and good endings fdsjsfdhfgsd But:

🎇 Who is more impulsive and who is more careful? Does the careful one help keep the impulsive one grounded?

The answer from 🔥 ask applies here too; Midra doesn't 'explode', aside of the obvious succumbing to Frenzied Flame, but he can and will get a bad idea into his head when pushed past the limit of his patience and telegraph it for long enough so others take caution or plan how to stop him! Nanaya doesn't do impulsive decisions and is the more reasonable one, except for the obvious drastic reaction when he didn't listen about turning back on the Frenzied Flame research.

🎶 Who is more musical? (Bonus: can they play instruments or sing?)

Nanaya is drums and wind instrument type, she loves them and knows how to play them well! I do not remember whether key instruments are in Elden Ring setting, please remind me if there are because my memory is scattered! My point is, Midra gives me the vibe of someone who would try to study piano as tool of "intellectuals" to focus and relax but who didn't find much enjoyment in them after all. However, he'd be a natural at string instruments and enjoy them a lot!

Nanaya is very sweet and good at singing lullabies, but hopeless at singing just songs, especially on public! Her hearing evaporates when it is not a personal, intimate context XD She also hums melodies to herself often while doing anything. Midra is certainly not a singer himself, but enjoys listening to songs and writing down the lyrics and notes to stock at the library. He collects them!! While burning his library, Inquisitors had damaged quite a collection of folk songs.

🪀 Who's more playful and who is more serious? (Bonus: does the playful one ever get the serious one to join them?)

One is playful when another is sulking or embarrassed and vice-versa! They naturally react at their partner to cheer them up and/or get them to open up about something! Midra does this rarer of course, like I said before it mostly comes up if Nanaya accidentally exposed something awkward and it is far too late for her to take it back x) Nanaya though, has more energy and so to say "talent" at lightening up the mood, but that trait truly developed in this relationship. She always had this spark in her, just no people worthy of it before she met Midra.

😈 Who is naughtier? Either in the bedroom or by breaking the law, etc.

Nanaya is absolutely more naughty sexually, both with behaviour and with having more energy! She could catch him by surprise during him doing other stuff and he enjoys it. She takes initiative in sexual activities! However, from time to time, she happens to want to try something she is shy about.. and in these cases, Midra not only gets 'naughty' but has to get so to convince her to "elaborate" xD Besides, seeing her shy about these things is such a rare but adorable sight that he has a field day when it happens!

The for sure broke the law by researching Frenzied Flame for a while, although Nanaya was the one to understand when it was no longer a right risk to take. Midra would be the one having the idea to "break the law", they'd go through it together despite her doubts, but Nanaya would be the one to know where to stop or cancel the plan.

💕 Who is more romantic? (Bonus: how do they express it?)

Poetry and compliments and sweet dreamy plans and romantic gestures are Midra's element by default! He was no longer giving much of that attention down the line as dread, anxiety and depression were siphoning away his health even without any FF. Nanaya was less consistent about it and more on receiving side, but further in married life started to organise candlelit dinners or making sex more 'special'. Again: matter of finding a person worthy of showing this side to! She is also the type to have rare spurs of inspiration to write poems for him, but she doesn't like her writing and will probably eat the paper sheet if Midra points out she has something for him XDDD The main difference I guess is that Midra is consistently romantic as long as his mental health allows, whereas Nanaya makes 'surprises' when mood takes her!

🎀 Who has more talents/hobbies? Does the other ever feel insecure about this?

In a better and healthier setting, Nanaya would be the type to learn a new skill from time to time for sure! She likes trying out new things and keep the skill rather than ditching the interest in a week too. Could be learning how to paint, could be learning how to build a cabinet x) For now her specialities are sewing and embrodery (created her outfit by herself) + learning new recipes. But, again, given enough time and stability, she'd end up learning enough skills to barely need servants anymore XDDD

Midra is the bookish, educated man, with skills mostly connected to that! He WAS the flowers and garden man though, absolutely! Had they had a farm (and, again, been in a better setting), he would be hard to drag away from it. He would be THE cottagecore man x) Would observe insects and birds too + take pictures in modern AU. He admires how Nanaya's interests and aspirations are more varied but can't follow on 80% of them. She, at the same time, is absolutely not a kind of wife that feels the need to get her husband involved in every new interest, she understands and is content with him just listening!

🌸 Who is more likely to make the decisions in a high pressure situation? Does the other one like to follow their leadership?

Both! It pretty much depends who is faster at taking initiative for a decision under pressure! Midra's decisions under high pressure are more drastic, but if he is faster at commanding them, Nanaya will nervously swallow and listen instead of instantly arguing. She will soon get a grip and try to calm him down of course. But if she is faster at telling what to do, he will follow her lead. She is calmer and seems to plan ahead well even in highly stressful situations! Just needs to snatch the lead position first before Midra humbled her with his rare moment of assertiveness.

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Okay that was fun!! I did not even realise how much of a clear mental image I had of them before answering this ask meme, so thank you for bringing out that part of my headcanons XD Honestly, their relationship feels very healthy... like if the one thing that ruined it WAS messing with Frenzied Flame. Nothing else would've ruined it otherwise, no conflicts and no Midra's descent into depression. They balance each other so well. No wonder this ship is so likeable, I felt like it was writing ITSELF this whole post!!

[moonswolfie]

heyy I love ur writing and idk if ur still doing the 200 follower event but can I request a part 2 for the iwaizumi royal au one. I read it 3 times and got butterflies everytime 😆🥰

maybe with prompt 19 + 20 or 29 depending if u want iwaizumi to be bold and flirty or shy. im fine with either I just really want to know what happen the next morning 😩

Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)

part 2 to this post

Oh my god anon you would NOT BELIEVE HOW HARD I GIGGLED AT THIS i am giggling as i am typing this😵‍💫😵‍💫💗💗 every time i want to take a break from tumblr a really sweet anon/user swoops in and pulls me right back in😭💞

sorry to go against your request but i only used prompt 19 since i felt that using the other prompts would interrupt the flow

You were woken up by the bright light of the morning sun shining down on your face. You blinked your eyes open, surprised that you even managed to sleep a little.

And you realised right after that you were still in Iwaizumi's arms. Not wanting to make things awkward, you slowly moved his arms off of you, even though it pained you to do so on the inside.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, you remembered the things he mumbled against you last night. You quickly shook your head.

That must have been a dream, a dream you remember very very clearly for some reason.

His eyes fluttered open at the loss of yout body heat and he looked back at you, eyes slowly focusing in on your face.

"You're making a weird face. What's up?" He asked, voice a little raspy from not using it all night. Oh my, his morning voice is so cu-

No! You should really stop that. "Am I? My apologies, your highness." You bowed.

"Raise your head. You don't need to do all that hoity toity 'your highness' stuff with me, you know. I like it when you treat me like an equal."

You figured. He was always the type of person to dislike being treated differently because of his royal status. You know that from the way he insisted all the knights call him "Hajime" as a kid.

"Okay, Hajime." you forced out, feeling like you've just commited a major sin. His smile in response to your casual way of refering to him was almost worth it, though.

"So... is the door still locked?" he asked after an awkward silence. The air in the room felt oddly heavy. Like there's an unspoken knowledge between the two of you.

You silently walked to the door, attempting to open it. The door didn't budge. "It is."

Another awkward silence followed. The more you thought about it, the more you were starting to realise that might not have been a dream after all.

"Okay, this is killing me. You know I heard what you said, right?" you couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.

"Heard... what?" you weren't sure if he was actually unsure or just pretending to be.

"You told me you loved me last night..." The bandaid had finally been ripped off and you watched his expression slowly shift from one of surprise to one of embarrasment.

"You... heard?" he asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to believe it. You nodded in response, trying your best to not let your determined expression crack.

"And I, uhhhh, love you too..." you looked off into a random corner of the room, too afraid to meet his eyes when making such a confession. This is complete insanity. Never in your life would you have thought you would be confessing to the crown prince.

This must be what they call forbidden love.

"You love me... too?" his tone of voice indicated that he couldn't believe his ears. And frankly, who could blame him? You have to note that his pink cheeks are simply adorable, though.

"Uhh, yeah... I do. Where do... we go from here?" it just started to dawn on you how big of a scandal this could be. The crown prince with a commoner knight?!

Wait, you're still not over the fact that he's in love with you too, though?! Ironically, it feels like you're about to wake up from a dream any second.

"You like me? Iwaizumi Hajime? The crown prince?" He pointed to himself.

"...Uh, yeah..." you wondered if it's really that hard to believe one of his knights is attracted to him considering he has noble ladies practically drooling over him at every banquet he attends.

"Well, I'll be damned. This isn't a dream, by any chance?"

"I would hope it isn't... Because if so, we'll both wake up dissapointed."

.

"Did anything else happen on our little.... arranged outing?" the queen asked, already very excited by the progress the advisor reported a minute ago.

"Not that I know of... Though his Highness and the knight were acting a bit strange around eachother for the remainder of the trip."

The king hummed, closing his eyes. "Strange...?"

"More relaxed, your highness."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!~" the queen hummed excitedly. "This is quite marvelous! My little Hajime's all grown up!!"

[andiwriteordie]

andi !! for my valentine’s day gift this year i am humbly requesting will helping teacher! mike decorate his classroom for valentine’s day <3 (+ bonus points if this is pre-relationship and they spend the whole time flirting before one of them works up the nerve to ask the other if they have any plans,,, slides this slowly across the table)

suni suni suni teacher!mike is so personal to me so thank you SO much for this. also will being flirty and mike getting flustered is also everything to me, so have some of that too.

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3: abc, 123 (baby, you and me).

Mike Wheeler’s a pretty damn good teacher.

Alright, look. Here’s the thing: Mike knows he’s a damn good teacher. There’s a reason why he’s one of Principal Tennyson’s favorite teachers, despite the fact that he’s only been at Hawkins Elementary for about four years now. Being a kindergarten teacher is not for the faint of heart, especially when Mike teaches in a school district full of rich, snooty parents who think their kids deserve special treatment on a constant basis. 

But hey, somehow, Mike has managed to get through the last few years with very minimal complaints from said rich, snooty parents, and even better, he’s also managed to make genuine connections with his kids.

So, yeah. Mike’s a damn good teacher, and he’s not afraid to remind his boss of that when it comes time for his annual comp review.

But there is one thing that Mike absolutely sucks at in the realm of teaching.

Decorating his fucking classroom.

Ugh. Okay, so when you’re in college and preparing to be an elementary school teacher, they literally teach you how to make the cute bulletin boards and decorations and stuff, right? Yeah, well, Mike hated every single one of those presentations. Absolutely hated them. His worst grades in college were the stupid bulletin boards he had to make. 

The content was fine. The aesthetic? Yeah, not so much.

And unfortunately, some things never change, and even though Mike has been a teacher for the last four years of his life, he still can’t for the life of him figure out how to create an aesthetically pleasing classroom by himself for the life of him. For the longest time, his best friend, Max, would come over and help him kind of make the classroom look pretty. Max is no artist either though, even if she’s a little better at making things look nice than Mike is.

But then, this past December, Max just had to accept a new job and move across the country to be closer to the guy she’s been dating for a year or so now. Ugh. Traitor.

So, that’s exactly how Mike finds himself here, on fucking February 1st, at approximately 8 PM at night, desperately trying to redecorate his classroom for Valentine’s Day. 

In Mike’s defense, Valentine’s Day isn’t for another two weeks, thank you very much. But all the other teachers in the school have already decorated for Valentine’s Day, and if Mike gets one more stupid, passive aggressive comment from stupid fucking Brenda or her evil twin, Tammy, he’s gonna end up losing his job.

Ugh.

“Are you kidding me?” Mike groans, and he falls backwards onto the floor, letting the stupid pink construction paper heart fall onto his head. It’s rather ironic that he’s a kindergarten teacher and responsible for teaching twenty-five kids how to color inside the lines and cut paper properly and other stuff like that, since Mike didn’t even go to kindergarten and can’t cut in a straight line for shit.

The woes of being an “academically gifted” child.

Mike sighs heavily, and he closes his eyes, lying on the floor and questioning every single moment in his life that led him to this moment. Maybe he’s being overdramatic, but Mike doesn’t really care. Right now, he’s hungry, tired, and ready to go home. 

Teaching shouldn’t be this hard. Seriously. How is it that Mike can deal with little Riley Jones throwing up all over his brand new pair of shoes or Kimmy Harris screaming at the top of her lungs and picking a fight for the first month of this year, but somehow Mike can’t decorate his stupid fucking classroom? Why on God’s green earth is so bad at making things look nice—

“Mike?”

Mike flinches sharply, and he startles, sitting up quickly at sudden intrusion. Much to his surprise, Will Byers, of all people, is standing in his doorway, an amused (and admittedly adorable) smile on his face.

…

Okay, so look.

Here’s the thing.

Will Byers… is the new art teacher at Hawkins Elementary. Their old art teacher, Sandy, had retired at the end of the year, and though Will had been hired pretty early on into the school year, he’s only just started working at the school. 

And um… well… you see… Will is really, really good-looking.

Like really good-looking.

Quite possibly the most gorgeous and also the kindest person Mike has ever met in his life. 

For starters, Will has the prettiest eyes—a warm shade of hazel that looks green in certain lighting, Mike has noticed. His smile is pretty too—soft and sweet and perfect for his personality. He’s got fluffy, brown hair, and maybe Mike shouldn’t think this about his coworker for God’s sake, but he thinks he’d really like to run his hands through Will’s hair and pull him close and kiss him stupid and—

Ahem.

Um, yeah. So, that’s… that’s Will Byers. He’s great, and Mike has been meaning to get to know him more—not even necessarily in a romantic way. The two of them are some of the only male teachers at Hawkins Elementary, and they’re among the youngest here at this school. It makes sense that they’d become friends. 

Life’s just been absolutely crazy these past few weeks, so Mike unfortunately hasn’t gotten around to that.

“Will!” Mike exclaims, and he winces at the way his voice comes out as a little, panicked squeak. Warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks, and he offers a sheepish smile to his coworker. “Hey, um… what’re you still doing here?”

The smile on Will’s face grows, and he shrugs. “I could ask you the same thing,” he points out; then, his eyes flicker to the construction paper surrounding Mike. “I’m guessing you’re decorating your classroom though?”

“Ugh.” Mike scrunches his nose, picking up a few of the sad little paper hearts and letting them fall dramatically back onto the ground. “I’m trying to, at least. It’s going great, if you can’t tell.” 

A soft laugh escapes Will’s lips, and oh God, Mike’s heart does a little somersault. Will walks into Mike’s classroom, sitting down across from Mike, and he offers a smile. “Not a fan of arts and crafts, huh?” he guesses.

“Not all of us can be artists, Byers,” Mike replies easily, and a crooked grin forms on Will’s face. “I like every other part of teaching, but decorating my classroom? It makes me wonder why I didn’t just stick with being a Business major like my dad wanted.”

Again, Will just laughs, reaching for some of the construction paper on the ground. “I don’t know you very well yet,” he admits, “but you definitely don’t seem like the kind of person who’d enjoy working in business.”

A couple things stand out about Will’s response:

He says business the way that Mike’s kindergarteners say things like… homework or broccoli or other things that they hate, and Mike can’t help but grin. He’s liking Will more and more with each second that passes.

… Yet.

Will definitely said “yet,” and okay, Mike probably shouldn’t read too much into this, but also, he can’t help himself. His heart may or may not be pounding inside his chest, and his cheeks may or may not be burning up right now, and he may or may not be trying to stop smiling like a total idiot.

“I would’ve hated business,” Mike agrees, and he leans against his desk, scrunching his nose again at the mess of decorations sitting on the floor. “But at least businessmen don’t stay late at their jobs trying to decorate their offices for a stupid Hallmark holiday.”

“No, they just stay late at their jobs to crunch numbers and avoid their wives and children,” Will deadpans, and Mike just snorts. 

“Way to describe my dad in a nutshell,” Mike deadpans in return.

That playful grin returns to Will’s face, and he looks pleased at his ability to make Mike laugh. “Are you really planning on staying here until you have your entire classroom finished?” Will asks incredulously.

Mike winces, looking around at his classroom—which, admittedly… is about 10% decorated for Valentine’s Day. “Maybe,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… I’ll probably end up coming back tomorrow and Sunday, but I wanted to finish as much of it as I can tonight.”

Will purses his lips, and he looks around the room again, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re gonna need some help,” he decides, finally turning to Mike and smiling brightly. “And luckily for you… I’m pretty good at arts and crafts.”

Another playful smile—which most definitely makes Mike’s heart skip a beat and his stomach do a silly little somersault. “You don’t have to,” Mike reassures, though he really likes the idea of spending the entire weekend with Will Byers. “I’d feel bad making you help me out—”

“You could always make it up to me,” Will blurts out, and Mike just blinks.

For a moment, the two of the stare back at each other, and Mike watches as a rosy (and adorable) blush forms on Will’s face. He seems to register the fact that he just said that aloud, and Mike doesn’t really know Will Byers that well yet… 

But he gets the feeling that Will might just be as interested in Mike as Mike is in Will.

A slow smile forms on Mike’s own face. His cheeks are burning right now, and not for the first time, he feels like a kid with a kindergarten crush. “I could,” Mike says softly, meeting Will’s eyes. “What’d you have in mind?”

Though Will’s face most definitely gets redder, he smiles at Mike again, his eyes going soft. “Dinner, maybe,” he suggests, still playful and soft. “A movie, if you’re interested.”

The inside of Mike’s head feels like the movie Inside Out, with all of his emotions running around in a panicked, flustered mess, and okay, look, maybe it’s embarrassing to admit at the ancient age of twenty-four (almost twenty-five) years old, but Mike’s not sure he’s ever felt this giddy and excited around someone.

There’s just something about Will Byers—something incredibly special that makes Mike feel like this… this could be something real.

“I’m definitely interested,” Mike says with a smile of his own, and he gestures to the Valentine’s Day themed decorations around them. “Getting a headstart on Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Something like that,” Will laughs, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Then, he sets the construction paper in his hands down and stands up. “Come on. Let’s grab dinner, then we can come back and knock out a couple of your bulletin boards.”

He holds his hand out to Mike, and Mike’s heart—stupid organ that it is—feels all fluttery again. He can’t help but smile again, and he takes Will’s hand, letting the other man help him up. 

“Dinner sounds like a good idea,” Mike agrees softly, feeling all too aware of how Will’s hand lingers in his for longer than it needs to. “You’re the best, you know that, right?”

An amused look forms on Will’s face as the two of them walk out of the classroom, and he glances back at Mike. “You don’t know me that well yet,” he says, a bit teasing.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re about to change that,” Mike retorts, just as playful, and Will just smiles.

“Yeah,” he agrees softly, “it’s a really good thing.”

For a moment, Will’s eyes linger on Mike’s own, and warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks again. The two of them stay there, out in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary, for what feels like a little eternity; then finally, Will clears his throat and glances away.

“I’m kinda craving pizza,” he suggests. “You cool with that?”

“Pizza sounds great,” Mike agrees, and Will smiles again, walking down the hallway. “I can drive us. I know a good place.”

“Perfect,” Will says softly, and he glances back at Mike one more time, a softness in his eyes.

The words go unspoken, but somehow, they don’t go unsaid.

It’s a date.

[hyperfixated-on-cod]

✨Smoking with 141, König, Los Vaqueros✨ (CW: cannabis use, 18+)

(This was supposed to be posted like 3 days ago lol but either way…) (the 18+ warning is for a very brief reason but it’s still there)

I got absolutely fucking ASTRONOMICALLY high last night sooo here’s some headcanons😍

John Price

Smoked a little bit here and there when he first enlisted, but eventually quit when he realized he was serious about his career in the military. (I personally don’t think he planned from the start to climb the ranks like he did)

It will take a LOTTT of convincing to get him to smoke with you, and if he agrees, it’s reasonable to assume you’re very special to him.

Goes into it acting like a career stoner… but in reality he hasn’t touched the stuff in about 15 years🙃

If you can’t get him to partake, he absolutely will hang with you while you’re high. All you gotta do is ask.

Prefers edibles simply because “I like having lungs.” Even though the man LITERALLY SMOKES CIGARS😭

Ghost

I don’t think he’s a stoner but like… I also think he does have an edible from time to time, for medical reasons (mostly mental health).

Not many people know this about him; Price knows and helps him plan accordingly for drug tests and makes sure that it’s noted in his file that he uses it for medical reasons; Soap found out on accident.

Under no circumstances does he ever let anybody see him high, so good luck getting him to smoke with you lol

Only gets high when he knows he’s in the clear with work and will be for awhile (so, when he’s on leave). If he feels like he needs to get high (like if he’s just coming back from a particularly hard mission), he goes to Price and asks if it’s okay.

Prefers edibles because he finds it more relaxing and it’s easier for him to take one, and then he gets an hour or so to do other stuff before it hits.

Soap

This man is a stoner. Period point blank.

If he isn’t the first of these men you ask to smoke with you, and he finds out about it, he will be SO offended.

Gets high just to get high. Everything else is a bonus.

Started when he was young, like 16. Quit for awhile as his career was getting more serious, and then he started again.

The whole team knows but nobody really cares because he’s super responsible about it like Ghost is. He plans far ahead of time, doesn’t do it unless he’s off base, etc.

This man is such a giggly bitch and his laugh is so infectious; he’s the first to start laughing and everybody else follows.

Very flirty when he’s high and texts Ghost messages that are just like “🩷🩷💕💕💘💘”

He is so ridiculously horny when he’s high. Been tryna convince Ghost for agessss to get high with him so they can 👉🏽👌🏽

Gaz

Honestly? I don’t think he’s into weed all that much.. or really any substance. He drinks here and there and is never opposed to having a glass of whiskey with Price, but that’s really it.

He has done it tho, and didn’t have a good experience. I feel like he’s a very logical person, so after his first time he probs figured the first time sucked bc it was the first time. So he did it a few more times but nothing changed.

On the off chance he agrees to smoke with you, he wants “adult supervision” (Captain Price lol) just in case he has another bad time.

Makes sure the environment will be 100% controlled. Comfort of his own home, lays out rules and boundaries with you and the Captain (“don’t let me do too much,” “here’s what to do if…”), soft music playing, pillows and blankets everywhere.

König

Again, you’re lucky if you get him to do it with you.

His giggles are somehow worse than Soap’s and significantly more adorable😂

His munchies are SOOO bad. Like, he may plan ahead of time and lay out some snacks to prepare… but he ends up not wanting any of them and stumbles to his kitchen for something else.

He’s a big guy so it takes a bit to get him going, but once he’s there he’s there.

Alejandro

Doesn’t partake. Never has and probably never will. He’s been curious, but just never felt the need to act on that curiosity.

He’s cool about people close to him doing it tho, and will also hang with you while you’re high. Provides some of the BEST snacks.

Rudy

He does do it but he’s… pretentious about it. In a good way.

Oh, you’re bringing him gummies from the dispensary? No. He’s making homemade edibles but not like brownies or cookies; he’s making pasta with infused olive oil or some other type of meal.

He’s super careful about his measurements and makes sure that the product he’s using is as high quality as he can get it.

If you wanna get high with him, go into it on an empty stomach bc he’s gonna make sure y’all eat a damn good meal in the process.

[ijwrff]

Hi, i was wondering if i could request a Natemare x reader with the prompts:

Angst:

8

19

20

Fluff:

6

7

10

11

18

19

21

22

24

I understand if its too much or something but i was thinking, Mare gets into a bad place mentally or something happens to the reader (or both?) and starts questioning if the reader (femme pronouns please) actually loves him but she shows that she does and they fall back together after some mutual pining? (Im a sucker for mutual pining and just falling so completely in love with someone) ty ty ^-^

Also protective and cuddly Mare has my WHOLE entire heart, hes so PRECIOUS

Ty ty ^-^

~ ^-^ anon

So there were a lot of prompts here XD I couldn't figure out how to get Mare to say them ALL so some of them, you say to him. Prompts are also super out of order, to form a more coherent story. I have also bolded all the quotes so you know when and where those prompts are :3

Thank you so much for requesting, I'm sorry it took so long to get around to >.> But I hope it was worth the wait!

Tw; angst and some swearing but it all turns into fluff

For some reason…Mare was acting differently. You’d been together for months, and were friends for even longer before that. You couldn’t explain it, but he seemed…empty. He smiled, yes. But it never reached his eyes. When you would go in for a hug, he’d stop you. He wouldn’t even kiss you! That was the biggest key in that something was horribly wrong. 

He was who knows where, and you were sitting at home trying to think of what to do. It had been a couple days since you saw him, and not so much as a text. You’d been hiding away in your home, wondering if you did something wrong. You wanted to help him if he was struggling, but you couldn’t if he didn’t tell you why he’s been so distraught. 

Deciding to send a text, you made up your mind and took a few minutes to figure out what you wanted to say. ‘Hey Mare…you know you can tell me anything right? Are you okay? It’s been days…I’m worried about you.” It was simple, but maybe he was just stressed? You hoped he’d be alright, but if anything you wanted to be there for him. 

Throughout the day, you sent him a couple more texts. All met with silence. Something was definitely up, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. Even after a few calls, you were met with nothing each time. One last time ‘If you’re busy that’s fine…but I know something’s wrong. Please talk to me?” You almost wanted to cry, not out of your own sadness. But out of love. Because the one who had your heart was going through something big and you didn’t know what. 

Your phone buzzed, and you quickly checked to see it was Mare. However…it wasn’t his usual dorky or even flirty self. He usually sent you paragraphs at a time, and several messages at once. This one was short and cold. 

‘Stop texting me.’ 

You were baffled. Thoughts flooded and you worried about every possible thing that could be wrong. Did you do something? Something to make him this upset? But…everything was so good a couple days ago. Before he practically ghosted you out of nowhere. This was so random, you couldn’t even think of anything that might have made him upset. It was only more worrisome. 

‘You make it sound like I don’t care…But I love you.” Was the response you sent. Maybe your words would help him, and make him realize you’d always be there for him. His response was instant. As if he’d been waiting to say those words. 

‘No you don’t! Stop the fucking mind games!’ 

This time you really did cry. He was being so harsh, but why? A deep breath and you stopped your tears. Crying wouldn’t help in this situation. You had to get to the bottom of this. If you could help even a tiny bit, it’d be worth it. 

‘Come over. Talk to me. We need to figure this out.’ Was what you sent. You didn’t know if he’d read it. Given how cruel his words sounded, you half believed he was completely done with you. You didn’t want to think that way, but your overthinking brain couldn’t come up with other possibilities. Just thinking of the worst scenario. 

However only moments later, a familiar wave of smoke passed through your room’s door. Then Mare was standing in front of you with an expression on his face that can’t be described as anything but hateful. It made you recoil back, but you knew sometimes he needed some tough love. So you tried to look tougher than you felt. 

“Well? What?” He almost growled, but he reeled himself back a bit. “What do you want?” There was venom laced in his words, and you started to become even more confused. 

“What’s wrong? You’re being hateful and I don’t understand why…if I did something wrong please tell me.” Your eyes were filled with concern, but that only seemed to make him angrier. 

He started to reach out, but he stopped himself. “It sucks because as much as I want to hate you…” He looked away, and went from looking angry to defeated. He looked at you after several seconds and finished, “I can’t.” He approached you this time, and pulled you close. 

He buried his face in your neck and sighed. “No one’s ever made me feel this way before…” He pulled back and put his forehead against yours. His look was finally back to something aside from anger. “It…scares me.” Mare confessed, and wrapped his arms around you. “Everyone expects so little from me and thinks I’m worthless, but you make me want to prove them different. Show them they’re wrong.” 

You hugged him, and kissed his nose. He did the adorable thing he always did, and wiggled his nose a bit at the action. “You already are so much bigger than the people who say you’re less…you’re kind, you care about the world and the people in it. Well…most of them.” You winked to try and lighten the mood and he let out a chuckle. 

He looked terrified after he laughed and he pulled back. “I…I shouldn’t have said all that. Shit…SHIT!” Mare wasn’t used to opening up about insecurities in any way, and a lot of people would believe he didn’t have any. You knew different, you always have. “I…have to go.” He turned around, but you reached out faster and grabbed his hand. 

“Stay…please?” It almost sounded like a whine, but you didn’t care. You needed him here with you. “I missed you…I want to talk. Help you figure out anything you can. And let you know I’m here for you no matter what. Anything you’re going through…we’ll get through…together.” When he turned back towards you he was met with the kind smile he loved to see on your face. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” He tried to hide it, but tears welled up in his eyes. “I can’t provide for you like I want to…I’m practically useless to you. You should expect better from me, and you deserve that but I…can’t help it.” Without even realizing it, he squeezed your hand back tightly. He was so scared to let you go. “I don’t deserve to love you.” 

You tilted your head, and smiled at him, guiding him to look into your eyes. “Why can’t you love me with no strings attached?” He looked shocked and you continued, “Without expectations. Without guilt, or worry, or insecurities. If I say I love you…and you love me…fuck the world. We have each other. Forget all the bad shit they say about you, and listen to your heart.” You gained a small bashful smile, “If your heart wants me then that’s all that matters.” 

He looked away again, only to be guided back to you, “There’s better people out there…I love you so fucking much, but I don’t get how you can love me. I can’t offer anything-” Mare started when you cut him off. 

“I don’t care. I love you and only you.” You held both his hands, and looked at him with determination in your eyes. “I don’t believe that there’s better people. You think you don’t offer me anything? Happiness. Something most important to almost everyone out there. You make me happy. More than anyone else in the world.” At his soft gaze, you smiled. It was the kind of smile that made him want to smile too. 

So he did, and he responded in a whisper, “I’ll never get tired of seeing you. Everything you do…I love it. You’re my everything. My world.” He meant every word, he felt almost silly for having such a mental spiral, knowing it could have been prevented had he just got over his pride and talked with you. He should have known better, but it seemed like his fatigue was starting to show. 

He sighed, and looked away from you briefly only to return his gaze. Mare almost shuffled in his spot, and decided to pull you into that deep and warm hug that he always did. Without meaning to at all, he yawned into your shoulder. You did notice him looking tired, but figured whatever was bothering him was keeping him awake. Now that you knew, you giggled softly and pulled back. He whined, and pouted at you once he could see your face. 

“Tired?” It was technically a question, but sounded a whole lot more like a statement. “Haven’t been able to sleep?” You looked at him sympathetically and cradled his cheek with your hand and rubbed under his eyes where the dark bags had formed. It was impossible to hide your worry, but it was far overshadowed by the care and love that was directed right at this man you loved. 

He leaned into your hand, and nuzzled it lightly as he shut his eyes. “I…sleep better when you’re in my arms.” It was a confession of sorts, and you knew it could be terrifying to say. Sometimes he was scared to make confessions that would make him look “weak” when he was already being vulnerable. 

You weren’t going to make him ever feel bad for confiding in you, so you grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. He followed, and you wordlessly laid down with Mare. He pulled the blankets over you both, and let out an adorable yawn. He snuggled in close to you, and you heard him let out a big sigh of contentment. “I can’t believe…you actually want me.” It wasn’t in a negative or sad tone, he was just making a statement at this point. 

“Mare…you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll be here for and with you, through everything. I mean it.” You leaned more against him, and pressed kisses across his arms as they wrapped around you. “I’ll prove it to you…over time. But for now…you need some sleep.” You giggled, as you held each other as close as you possibly could. 

It wasn’t long before you were almost asleep, yourself. It was just so comforting to be in his arms again. Though after a moment, he leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Thank you for never giving up on me.” You weren’t sure if he was intending to say that while you were awake or not, but it didn’t matter. Either way, you heard it. 

“I won’t give up on you. Not for a million years.” 

@serenitydusk @nerdqueenkat @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

[vanilladaises-rp]

Anniversary Slumber Party

It was currently 6:00pm, an hour before the party began. Currently, Jennie, Chungha, and Nayeon were getting ready in the upstairs vanity located in Jennie’s mansion. The two had spent the night previously before to “prep” and “help” set up for the slumber party. The three are used to being catered to so their idea of “helping” is taste testing the wine and food to make sure it is “suiting” for the party, “Are you sure they don’t need help?” Chungha frowned feeling sympathy for the staff which made Nayeon chuckle, “Aren’t you supposed to be a princess?” Jennie scoffed handing her a glass “They’re fine, now taste this” she instructed, handing another glass to Nayeon. The girls spent the night chit chatting about their lives, school, dating etc.

Even though it was a slumber party, the girls still needed to pamper themselves, still wanting to be the best looking, “So what are your friends like?” Chungha asked while Jennie was doing her makeup, “Friends? Uh no” She chuckled “They’re barely allies” Jennie chuckled “ Wonho and Changkyun aren’t anything special really, one is over protective and the other is too flirty” she rolled her eyes “I wouldn’t approach either” she advised them “Either way, tonight will be fun” she smiled. After getting ready, the three gather to take a pic in their cute pjs:

Jennie Chungha Nayeon

-

While the girls were waiting, Wonho had invited Lee know and Taehyung over to his house for a pregame. They had met once before, Wonho of course new about their dirty little secret, and they knew his, so they was no reason to turn on each other. “Jennie is not very approachable” he chuckled as the two talk about work and their allies “Sana may seem cute, but secretly dangerous” Lee Know warned. Soon after, the three left to Jennie’s mansion:

Lee know Taehyung Wonho

-

“So you kill men? Interesting” Jiwoo arched a brow, intrigued in Sana’s secret identity, “In that case I know a few, Henry for one is so annoying. Always trying to be the teacher’s pet” she scoffed. The two have met up at a bar, the setting was calm giving them the perfect atmosphere to speak and get to know each other. “Hmm let me guess” said a tall women with a slim figure and jet black hair “You’re the witch and you’re the psycho” she chuckled guessing correctly “I’m Sunmi, Queen Sunmi” she said with her usual cold stare. Sunmi usually hated small talk and making new friends, but these two were also powerful women just like Sunmi, which interest her. “So we have a rebel, a psycho and a queen” said Jiwoo “a powerful trio if you ask me” Sunmi chimed in making Sana laugh “I have two new awesome unnies!” Sana squealed hugging the two which made them scoff. “Let’s take a pic!” She said, taking her phone out. “We look super hot” she winked before snapping a pic:

Sunmi Jiwoo Sana

-

Seulgi furrowed her brows in confusion as Hongjoong looked at her lovingly, she wasn’t uncomfortable just confused as to why he was staring at her, “So what do you do?” She asked trying to distract him. On the other side of the room was a green haired boy, he seemed annoyed and unfriendly but maybe he was just shy “Hi!” She chirped popping up from the side in front of Bobby, “Im Seulgi, what’s your name?” She smiled holding her hand out, Bobby giving her the most sinister, irritated look he could send, “. . .” No response, he just kept staring, “These two have a staring problem” she whispered to herself before heading back to the kitchen island, lowkey starting to regret inviting too strangers to her apartment. “S-Sorry we just don’t get out much, especially him, I’m Hongjoong” he chuckled awkwardly “You look cute!” He complimented making Seulgi smile “Thank you-” “Ugh god this is painful let’s just go” Bobby scoffed before getting up “Um okay, let’s go” She said awkwardly. The two men were unusually close to her as they went downstairs, but she didn’t think much of it.

Hongjoong Seulgi Bobby

-

“Hello babe, you look stunning” Changkyun smiled at Soyeon, making Woosung eyes widened “Oh no” he murmured looking at Jungkook who was chuckling, having a amused but smug look on his face “Should we stop him?” Woo questioned but Jungkook shook his head “Shh no, this is gonna be fun” he mumbled, the two boys starting to watch them as if it was a drama movie “Im sorry, who the fuck are you?” She questioned arching a brow, giving Changkyun an intimidating look which only made him smile “I’m Changkyun, the mafia boss” he explained “And there’s no need to get upset, you can be my date tonight” he smirked which made Soyeon growl as she slapped him across the face “Maybe you should ask first, you asshole!” She spat before walking to the door, “I’m waiting in the car! Close the shop yourselves” she glared to the two boys laughing, “yeah, should’ve mentioned she is quite feisty and doesn’t really trust men” Jungkook explained still having a smug look “shit, she barely trusts us” Woosung added, Changkyun stood there in disbelief, he was offended but was lowkey turned on by how strong she was. After closing shop, the three men joined Soyeon, “probably best if you sit in the back” Woo suggested.

-

“What a cute little kitten” Irene purred as she pet Felix’s head, making Miyeon sulky. She was here first so there for she called “dibs” “Felix and I were just talking, so give us a minute won’t you?” She sent Irene a fake smile as she tugged on Felix’s arm. Irene chuckled, she wasn’t interested in Felix but liked teasing Miyeon “I-It’s okay Miyeon, we can all talk” he suggested. Felix gulped as the two vixens stared at him, his hands sweaty and shaky trying to think of a way to make both happy “Let’s sit here and get to know each other” he smiled siting on Miyeon’s couch with each girl on either side of him “Good idea kitten” Irene cooed stroking his arm, making Felix shuttered at the touch. Miyeon’s eyes turned red at the black longed hair women who was coddling “her date”. She sat up and pulled Felix towards her “So you’re a prince Felix? How sweet, do you have a princess yet?” She asked as her two arms held onto to his, the closeness pressing her breasts together for him to see. Felix blushed trying to keep his eyes on hers, he felt as if he was gonna explode. Back at the castle people never swooned over him like this, it made him excited but extremely flustered “How about we get going yeah?” He said before practically jumping to his feet and walking to the door as fast as he could.

Felix Irene Miyeon

-

Leo glared at Matthew, clearly he has never met vampires before or he wouldn’t so close to Mina “The city sounds nice, I guess I just never appealed to that lifestyle” Mina smiles at Matt with a glass of wine in her hand, Mina has only lived in the woods not because she is a vampire but because she could be alone, Mina wasn’t necessarily shy but just didn’t like being around many people. “Anyone you’re excited to see tonight?” She asked “There is one girl, I’m no sure it she’s coming but I hope she does” While Leo glared at him, Mina rolled her eyes and sent him a warning look, she knew he didn’t like wolfs but she still wanted him to make friends and get along with everyone tonight. After a few moments, Matt felt his eyes as well“Don’t mind him” Mina spoke again “He’s one of those “Vampire vs. Werewolf” type of guys” she explained “Let’s head out, it’s getting late” she suggested.

Leo Mina Matthew

-

Chan was in complete shock as he saw Henry was Accio to summon different objects around him, like his phone, coffee and bag, “That’s amazing!” He was in shock having never met another magical person, it was different but felt so comfortable for some reason. “So you’re in school wanting to be?” “Magizoologist, I want to study and care for magical creatures, like dragons, unicorns, and even wolfs” he smiled. Chan arched a brow “Is that why you wanted to see me?” He questioned teasingly before seeing the slight panic in Henry’s face “No! Haha I promise you’re not a lab rat” the two chuckled before leaving the woods.

Bang Chan Henry

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After Bang Chan and Henry entered Jennie’s mansion, the party har begun. Champagne wad served to everyone as they went around saying hello, and introducing each other. For most, they have never met so it felt strange but the atmosphere was warm and welcoming, at least for most. Leo and Bobby still haven’t warmed up to the party but hopefully they will soon. The party had began, I hope everyone has fun and enjoy their time.

Slumber party guide

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[mistergandalf]

Tell me about your everybody loves hobbit au please!

OKAY HERE I GO this got long so I put it under a cut lol

So in this AU, everyone survives due to either a slightly better circumstance or luck… Fíli receives a broken leg and some trauma, Kíli gets a cool scar and almost choked to death (but lives!), and Thorin gets some broken ribs and lots of wounds but makes it. I don’t really go into huge detail, what’s important is they’re ALIVE and they get to be happy.

18 years after Erebor is reclaimed, a childhood friend of Fíli’s and Kíli’s, Nála, finally comes to live there with them—about 17 years after her brother Flán makes the same trip (he was in the first group to arrive, he and Gimli escorting Dís). When she arrives, Fíli has a sudden realization that she’s not just his friend—he’s in love with her.

Unsure what to do about this because he can’t ruin this friendship, he suffers in silence for YEARS until finally learning that Nála has been pining after HIM basically her entire life. In fact, that’s the reason she took so long to come to Erebor; as Tolkien says in the Appendices, "...not all the women take husbands; some desire none; some desire one they cannot get, and so will have no other." And Nála falls into that last category. Only by the begging of her brother Flán for many years was she convinced to live somewhere she would always see one she could not get. But they finally figure it out and then they can't keep their hands off each other for the rest of forever lmao.

Kíli, on the other hand, meets his bride, Elís, through the unfortunate circumstance (that I've written about in The Shadow of Suspicion!) of a suspected attempt on Fíli's life. She is a very skilled nurse and medic from the Iron Hills, but gets off on the wrong foot with Kíli trying to help, and that starts a bit of bad blood between them. Elís decides to move to Erebor anyway, and apprentices with Óin. The two of them are constantly annoying each other because they are both headstrong and stubborn, which prevents them from seeing the fact that very often they actually agree. (They secretly respect each other immensely, but since they're both so STUBBORN, they can't admit it...)

And then (this part is not peer-reviewed) Kíli has a serious accident and Elís is there to keep him alive. She takes care of him VERY ANGRILY because she refuses to admit to herself that she loves him but oh she does. And Kíli, being a bit out of it, doesn't admit anything, but he's certainly more flirty than usual... and so eventually they get in an argument and it all comes out between them, and then it takes them a while after that to get over being stubborn about that, and then they become a couple and Kíli worships the ground she walks on.

NOW THE KIDS. There are five total.

Fíli and Nála have:

Firin. The eldest, responsible, studious, and bit of a stick in the mud, if you ask his sister and his cousins. Bright red hair like his mother and blue eyes like his da. Precious and sensitive. He's prone to being anxious and self-doubting, as he had a lot of infections as a child that left him mostly deaf. As all Dwarves know sign language, it doesn't really cause many problems in daily life, but he worries that he will never be a mighty warrior like the people he idolizes as he cannot hear.

Ríal. Strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Personality-wise, probably the exact opposite of her brother. Bold, brash, and definitely spoiled rotten... a quintessential daddy's girl. But she's also extremely smart and can run circles around almost anyone else when it comes to wits. Firin is EXTREMELY protective of her, which she pretends is annoying, but she feels safe when he's around - which usually manifests in her being even more brash :)

Kíli and Elís have:

Nali and Lani - the twins! Dark brown hair and eyes. No one is more shocked than Kíli when he finds out he's got not just one son, but TWO. They are carbon copies of their father in so many ways and OH does that bring Dís some delightful schadenfreude. Pranksters who are always getting in trouble. Lani is the "starter" and Nali is the "finisher" - or the ideas guy and the plans guy. The two are inseparable and, for most people, indistinguishable. They're very "only we're allowed to make fun of our cousin" about Firin, though... they'll poke at him all day long, but if anyone else does it, WATCH OUT. Firin often tries to stand on his own two feet, and these two can't comprehend why, because they will ALWAYS have his back.

Filís is the baby of the entire family. Named after Fíli (which makes Fíli cry), she's a quiet little doe-eyed thing (also brown hair and brown eyes) that would rather sit and watch than talk. She always seems perfectly content and never gets into trouble - a welcome respite to her weary parents. She is often overlooked, but she doesn't mind at all, because secretly, she is pretty devious; if one of her brothers or cousins does something she disapproves of, she has so much dirt on them that they'll do anything she says, and they'll never cross her. Hilariously, Bilbo never can believe what other people say about her, because when she's with him, they can talk ALL DAY.

There's sooo much more but that's the ... basics??? This is pretty long to be the basics but THANK YOU for the ask I had a lot of fun typing this up!!!

[bathearts]

“Gum?”

- By bathearts !

Pairing: Battinson!Batman x Drunk F!Reader

Warning(s): Few mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Drunk (Y/N) finds herself being taken home by, none other than, The Batman.

A/N: My first ever story on this account! I hope you guys enjoy :) Gif is also not mine!!

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(Y/N) stumbled behind a large, dark figure. Her heels were too bothersome during her being drunk so she quickly took them off and followed behind him. His large boots made loud stepping noises especially with the water from the rain.

She swore she would have seen him eye her after she took off her heels and was now barefoot. She saw him mumbled something,

“Sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.” Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to think of what he said. He sighed out of frustration. This ain’t how he wanted to spend the night, nonetheless as Batman.

(Y/N) wasn’t a drinker, in fact she would’ve liked to have fun without any alcohol involved. But her friends convinced her to come to the bar with them and have a few drinks. A few turned into a bunch. She drunkly made her way home till a large figure towered over her. She had never seen him before, so it was safe to say she was shocked to even see him.

He knew better than to leave a young, drunk woman in the streets alone at night. He offered her some help home, at first she hesitated.

But, thinking of how drunk she was she accepted the offer and now they were walking together back to her place.

“Thank you for helping me back home, I really… appreciate it.”

Silence.

Instead of talking her mouth off she decided to stay silent. Not to mention, she didn’t want to drown his smelling senses with her gross breath.

“What were you doing alone here and drunk?” He finally spoke up, which really surprised her given the fact that he had been so quiet. His voice really wasn’t what she expected either. It didn’t sound bad, she liked it. It was just that he was THE BATMAN.

“Oh, I was just having fun with a few friends. Don’t you have drinks sometimes?” She hiccuped. He stared at her for a few before looking at the sidewalk ahead.

She grabbed her purse and rummaged through it, he tensed up. Getting ready for anything. Her hand slowly made her way out of her purse, his heart began to beat faster. Adrenaline pumping though his veins already.

…

“Gum?…” She had a pack of gum in her hands, showing it to him. He stopped and looked at it for a split second.

“No.”

“Oh… okay…” She pulled a piece out and unwrapped it. She quickly began chewing it.

“Are you sur-“ “Yes.”

Sheesh.

He interrupted her, seeming a bit annoyed. He was glad she wasn’t those loud drunks who like to scream and just cause chaos. But still, it wasn’t his plan to take someone drunk home.

“If I throw this wrapper on the ground, are you going to punch me?” She looked at him, with bug eyes. She swore she could see him crack a bit of a smile but she was drunk so what did she know?

“Why would I punch an innocent?”

“I don’t know, cause littering is illegal too. Technically that would make me a criminal… so…” She stopped herself, she felt herself like if she kept talking she was going to talk his ear off.

It was nice talking to him for some reason though, it was like he did listen and he was taking note of what she was saying even if she was drunk.

“I wouldn’t do that. How far is your home?”

“Oh, my apartment is just up ahead to the right.” She smiled. “You sure you still don’t want gum?” She pulled out her packet, opening it up and extending her arm towards him.

He rolled his eyes, taking a piece and putting it in his pocket.

“You’re not going to eat it?”

“No.”

She nodded, putting the gum packet back.

Finally, they were standing in front of her apartment.

“This is it, um, thank you again.” She smiled.

“Don’t get drunk if no one you can trust can take you home.”

“Well, why don’t you just give me your number. I can trust you, right?”

Oh my god.

She didn’t just say that. She hoped he didn’t take it as a flirty type of response because she genuinely just wanted to have his number.

Even if he didn’t seem pretty handsome under that mask, not to mention you could totally see his muscles under his suit. She wondered what it would be like to run her fingers across his fa-

“Hey?”

“Sorry. What were you asking?”

“Do you… need help getting up to your apartment?”

“Oh. No, thanks. It would be pretty weird taking in The Batman to my door.” She chuckled, he looked at her facial expressions for a while before blinking away his fantasies.

“Well, bye.” She waved bye before walking inside, except she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She stared at him.

“What are you doing?…”

“Taking you to your apartment.”

Wow. This guy was like a black cat that you can’t shake off after you tried giving it some sort of affection but then stop because it doesn’t have a good response to it.

“Wouldn’t that be wei-“ “No.”

Two times. Two times he’s interrupted her. Drunk people have feelings too!

“Okay.” She nodded, making her way inside. Thankfully no one was in the lobby since it was late at night. He looked around, inspecting the place. Hearing the buzzes of the lights and the faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the halls.

She stopped at a door, if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve tripped over her. Thankfully he stopped.

“This is it. 207.” She looked through her purse, finding her keys and quickly shoving the key in the lock.

“It’s… hard to open these doors sometimes.” She jiggled the handle a few times.

He stepped towards the door, signaling her to back off a bit. He turned the handle and opened the door. Stars appeared in her eyes.

He was strong, that's for sure.

He found himself looking around her apartment, the halls and such were terrifying and bad. But she had a cutesy looking apartment. Cozy.

She walked in, turning towards the door.

“Um, you can come in if you want.”

She really wants to invite a huge bat into her home that she's barely met. Well, not even met.

He looked at her with uncertainty in his eyes, and he stepped in. She moved out of the way.

Once he was in her apartment, she closed the door.

“Do you want anything? Apart from some gum?” She chuckled, throwing her keys on the counter and keys on the couch.

“No.” He was tense, he knew nothing would happen but he was never in anyone’s home. Not as Bruce Wayne and most definitely not as Batman.

“Okay. Make… yourself at home.” She turned to head to her kitchen. He followed behind her.

Oh.

So he was that type of person.

“You don’t want any coffee?”

“Um… sure.”

He needed the energy. Though he wasn’t too sure.

“Okay. Let me just find the kettle.” She looked around the cabinets.

She stopped, looking behind her and around. She realized that he was gone.

She looked at her counter, a thin piece of paper that wasn’t there before laid there. Flat. She picked it up.

Oh.

Oh…

It was his phone number.

XXX-XXXX-XXXX

- The Batman

[ranhaitanisgf]

❝ mornings with ace trappola ‼ ❞

↪ otherwise read as: the various ways ace will make excuses to get close to you

[𖤐] hey twst nation .... how r we 2day !! my first work ever for twst! ive just been having too much ace brainrot okay, i needed to write this. i promise i'll get back on the tokyo revengers + nanbaka grind and finish all the reqs but JUST LET ME HAVE THIS OKAY. anyways. fellow ace luvers PLS ENJOY !! xoxoxo

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♡ i think out of all the twisted wonderland boys, ace is the one who is the most chaotic to wake up with in the morning. he's not very much of a morning person, but the consistent wake up call at heartslabyul has transformed him into a morning person, (quite against his will).

♡ before his antics though, obviously, the first thing he will do is admire your sleeping figure beside him, treasuring all the details of your face while you rest. he swears, it's not in a creepy way! he just gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he looks at you, and this is the only time he can unabashedly stare at you without judgement from anyone, (deuce already gets on his case for being so flirty with you, so he doesn't need anymore of that).

♡ however, once he's finished admiring you, he will immediately try to wake you up. he'll start off small, whispering your name in your ear, then slowly increasing his voice in volume. if that doesn't wake you up, he'll proceed to stick fingers into your ear, nostrils, and even your mouth. if that doesn't wake you up, then his last resort will be roll over onto you, his full weight never failing to wake you up lest you get crushed by him.

"a-ace, can't breathe..." "finally, you took so long!"

♡ (although he will never admit it, the reason he goes to such lengths to wake you up is because he misses hearing your voice and seeing your eyes; he also loves seeing the various expressions you make in response to whatever is going on around you at the moment. put shortly, he's impatient. he doesn't want to wait for you to wake up on your own).

♡ he will often sneak out of his dorm and make his way over to ramshackle, calling you in the middle of the night to come and open the door, greeting you with a mischievous grin, (despite your grumbling and sighing about him invading your dorm, you know that you'll let him in every single time).

♡ there are exceptions to ace's antics, however; even he knows that it would be cruel to wake you up early after you've had a rough day, and especially when you've been studying late or when you've had exams. he likes to tease you, but he's not heartless after all! on these mornings, he will brush his lips against your forehead, admiring you for a moment before heading downstairs, doing his damndest to keep quiet, (it is very hard with how creaky ramshackle is). he'll do his best to make breakfast; it won't be anything fancy, but the cute grin on his face as he hands you a plate will be more than enough.

♡ spending the morning with ace will never not feel domestic; the two of you will banter playfully as you eat, ace cutting off your words with kisses, (multiple times, and no, he will never ever get tired of it). grim will eventually wake up as well, joining the two of you in breakfast and making a disgusted face every time the two of you do anything remotely romantic.

"eugh, don't go kissin' my henchman so casually! hands offa them!" "oi, (y/n)'s mine, cat! go get your own!"

♡ when you're getting ready for the day, ace will scoff at the way you tie your tie, getting closer as he teases you for not being able to tie it right, (even if you tied it perfectly fine). he'll undo the knot, flipping your collar up and adjusting everything properly before he redoes the knot, claiming that it's a million times better than how you did it, (it's an excuse. an excuse for him to get closer to you without you making fun of him).

"there! now you look like an actual student!" "ace, it was fine before-" "nope! i perfected it! riddle making us practice those knots was actually worth doing!

♡ sometimes, he'll pull you in by your tie when he's done with it, his lips crashing into yours for a few moments, then abruptly pulling away with a proud smirk on his face. he'll walk away after that and pretend like nothing happened, telling you to hurry up or you two are going to be late for class.

♡ if the two of you have enough time, he might just let you attempt to do his heart makeup. however, he will absolutely insist that you have to sit on his lap, saying something about how you have to have a good angle to apply it, (it's complete bullshit; he just wants to to be close to him without actually saying it. you'll always let it slide, after a little bit of teasing).

♡ if you ask him, he'll also do his own makeup on you so that the two of you can match! (it makes him a bit more flustered than he will ever care to admit, especially when he sees the giddy grin on your face, simply because the two of you are matching). deuce will give the two of you so much shit for it later, but ace will just make fun of him for being single.

♡ of course, every time he spends the night at ramshackle, he is bound to get an earful from riddle. he tries not to make a habit of it, only coming around once a month in the beginning of your relationship. after a couple of months though, his visits will increase until he's coming by once a week, if not more (he's turned it into a habit despite telling himself he wouldn't). sure, he sees you during classes and after school, but there's something about being with you while you're sleeping that makes him sleep so much easier, (he knows that you're right there in his arms, safe and sound). if he's ever asked though, he will immediately say that he only does it because of deuce's snoring waking him up.

♡ he's just a big softie who loves you so much, (also a big tsundere though...)

[dzpenumbra]

8/17/23

I'm fucking exhausted so I'm going to try to keep this short.

My upstairs neighbor was thumping around every 10 minutes until 4 AM last night. I actually got to bed at a reasonable time and my bed was literally shaking. I have no fucking clue what they were doing, it was just like one or two thumps at a time so it wasn't even walking around but it was loud, like... sounded like someone was moving furniture. Steadily from midnight until 4. It might've continued past then, that's when I managed to fall asleep. I was fucking livid. But more just like... in physical shock from being jolted awake that many times in a row.

I still sleep with my staff in my bed. It makes me feel safe. You have no idea how tempting it is to take that thing and just bang on the ceiling (their floorboards) really loud. But honestly, I don't want confrontation, I don't want hostility, I don't want a war. I just want peace. In all senses of the word.

My back was hurting a bit this morning. I think it's because of sitting and doing art for hours on end. Speaking of... I just finished the celtic knot on my pants. The right leg one, at least... Just in time, the pants are getting mighty stinky since I've been wearing them skating for multi-hour sessions three consecutive days in a row, where I ended up pouring sweat. My plan is to wait until tomorrow night to give the paint time to dry, heat set the paint with an iron, then... maybe hand-wash them? Maybe just run them in the washing machine with other clothes? I don't know. I'm scared to put them in the wash, I haven't done that yet with this paint. I'm sure it'll be okay, but... I mean... I just sank over 6 hours into these pants this week. It'd be frustrating to lose it all immediately. But that's a problem for another day.

I did yoga focusing on my back, because my back was aching. It helped a lot. I ate breakfast, played some Elden Ring, then decided to go skating. Before I went... I sent a message to the Assistant Manager of the building. She's the woman who has been very friendly and kinda flirty with me. I wrote her about the neighbor. I fucking just finally got over it and did it, just like trying a new skate trick. I just wrote up what was going on - that I'm new to apartment living so I don't know how to handle this, how this wasn't a problem at all during the winter, how it only really happens a few days a week, and how last night was so loud and constant that I was genuinely concerned someone might've been having a medical emergency or something. It was deeply unsettling. I didn't put in any part about PTSD or anything, which is good progress for my fawning response. In fact, I didn't really feel any anxiety about writing that email, which was good. So I kinda just asked her... how the building usually handles things like this, whether I should go up and... guess(?) what apartment is above me? Should I leave a note? Does the apartment help mediate things like this since they have a "quiet living" clause in the lease, kinda similar to "quiet hours" in a college dorm? I figured the best way to figure this out once and for all was just to fucking ask. And I decided to ask the chick that I think has a thing for me rather than the head Manager, because... I don't want the Manager to feel like I'm wasting her time with a noise complaint. And I want the Assistant Manager to feel like I value her opinion, something Assistants don't often feel. We'll see how it turns out.

It's been a long time since I've done the whole "fire and forget" method with emails. I've gotten in that habit with this journal really well, but writing directly to someone is just a different animal.

Skating was good today. There was just one other person at the park. It had been raining through the night and a bit of the day, so the park was pretty wet... but I was able to work on some stuff. I tried ollie-to-manual on the A-frame box and got it one time. The other guy landed switch flip and switch front shove, which was very impressive. We both exchanged knowing smiles and cheers of encouragement, despite both of us having headphones in. It was a really nice vibe of kinship. Like... there wasn't pressure to talk or interact even though we were the only ones there. And we still interacted.

There is really nothing like the smile on someone's face when they land a trick they've been battling. Good lord. It's very similar to beating a boss in Elden Ring for the first time. I fucking love that about skating. It does get sweaty sometimes and people do like to compare and play skate and compete against each other and shit. And to each their own. But man, I love that people can really just get out of their own experience, and watch someone land their first boardslide after battling it for like an hour, and cheer as though someone just did something insane. Because they know how big every accomplishment is. And I love being someone at the park who helps project my warm emotions to help amplify their experience of accomplishment. To celebrate with them. You can say all day that kinship is about pushing people to go further, shit like that... I prefer the act of sharing in celebration of their accomplishments. Even just showing up to the damn park is an accomplishment worth celebrating.

That said, I was a bit shy today. Not with the ollie-to-manual or trying to boardslide the parking blocks again... but with the shove it. My shove its look infantile, and I'm very aware of it. And yeah, that's me comparing. In time, I'll get over that. I am where I am. Once the other guy left, with a smile and a wave, I started working on shove its. I had the whole park to myself. And... the fear was back. I couldn't make myself jump forward. It's so silly! Like... okay, this is how fucking irrational the fear is.

My fear is that I'm going to land too far on the back of the board and slip out backwards. Or... my balance won't be right and the board will go shooting out forward and I Looney Tunes my feet out from under me and fall flat on my back or smack my head. That's my fear. It's like a stereotypical banana peel fear. Now... here's the physics of a shove it. I pop the board with my back foot and scoop the tail backwards so that the board rotates horizontally 180 degrees, I hop and land back on the board over the truck bolts (ideally). Here are the physics of ollie-to-manual. I pop the board straight up, land with most of my weight on my back foot, riding on the back two wheels, and hold the board in manual until I get to the end of the box, then gently pop off. Which one of those two sounds like it's going to put me on my back? Yeah, seriously, the manual is so much more likely to toss me on my ass in exactly the way I'm fearing the shove it. But... I'm not scared of the ollie-to-manual that way at all. Figure that shit out.

It took a few tries but I got there. I landed quite a few shove its, over 10. I tried to do them moving faster and faster. Carrying speed with tricks is the real test. You can shove it on flat all day, but that doesn't mean you can land it moving or land it off something. And yeah, it was spooky, but I made progress and landed a bunch.

Ugh, a mosquito got into my apartment and bit my arm, it's all itchy now. :( We really got a bumper crop of bugs this year, all the rain and flooding and shit, it's been an absolute nightmare. When I rode home I was really glad I brought my sunglasses, because I rode through several clouds of swarming bugs and they just like... pelted off my face. It was gnarly. Some women out walking their dogs stopped me and asked me about the bugs after, I looked back and saw the gigantic cloud of them I just rode through, that I was completely unaware of because the light wasn't illuminating them from the direction I was going. It's nice to just... have normal human conversations with people. And nice to be treated as a human and a peer by neighbors. Skaters have gotten a lot of prejudice over the years, but this woman seemed totally fine talking to a guy wearing all black with a metal band t-shirt riding a skateboard with aviators on. And it was much appreciated. But I was wiped and headed out.

Yeah, so that was my day. Didn't land any new tricks, but I'll say this much... if I get my boneless 360 back, and learn how to consistently shove it? I will be at my best skating ability ever. I will have eclipsed my ability in my prime, in college. That's such a crazy thought. 10 years off the board, and I'm already getting better than I was back then. Because now? I have new tactics. I don't just avoid tricks that are scary. I have developed an override switch for scary tricks that I didn't have back then. I would just say "I can't do that", and just do different tricks. Now? Now I try.

The fucking neighbor stomped again. ... -_- I sent the email at like 5PM so I didn't expect a response today, but like... Okay, let me just explain my thoughts here. Say I apply for the teaching job. Say I get the teaching job, and I have to teach a class at 10AM 2 days a week. I really need my sleep schedule to sync with that, I need to be up at... I'd say around 8 or 9? So I can do yoga and shower and eat before class. So... for 8 hours of sleep, I need to be in bed at 12. It's fucking 1:45 right now and asshat upstairs sounds like Jack Torrance slamming the fucking tennis ball against the wall. I will not be able to sleep like that. And when I don't get sleep, my mental health immediately goes to shit. I get super anxious, I get depressed, I get irritable, and my trauma responses are like a hair trigger. It is the primary reason why this summer has been so difficult. So... if I get that job... I better be able to protect my sleep. Because if I get that job, it's gonna be hard enough just getting to sleep normally with how anxious I'll be, how scary it's going to be, and how intense it's going to be for my mental health to be the focal point of an entire classroom... Doing that on half a night's sleep? I'm genuinely afraid I'm just going to just straight up have a panic attack and have to excuse myself. Or just fucking lose the job.

Yeah, maybe I'm paranoid. But I think it's important to calculate that. And this is a known variable, lack of sleep clearly amplifies the fuck out of my anxiety, panic and trauma responses. I just don't need it. And for what? So some asshole in the apartment above me can stomp around at 2-4 AM as though they live in a barn or some shit? I put in the email that I didn't think this was malicious, and I mean that shit. I think these people are fucking stupid. I think they're oblivious and stupid. It just does not occur to them at all that they live in proximity to other people. Like a fucking object permanence thing. Like the second other people disappear out of their sight, their neighbors just don't exist. They live on the top floor of a 3 story building. And they wear shoes inside. And they do not walk with care at 2AM. Which is so fucking foreign to me.

But yeah, this shit needs to stop. If it was a weekend, I'd give a bit more leeway, but this shit happened on a motherfucking Tuesday and Wednesday night. Give me a fucking break, man. Bro is stomping around at 4AM on a Wednesday morning directly above someone's bedroom. At this hour? I fucking tiptoe around my apartment. And I'm always either barefoot or in socks, at all times.

They say "were you raised in a barn", but honestly? I have never in my life heard as much fucking domestic noise as I have apartment buildings in urban areas. People just straight up let their front doors slam behind them. Regularly. It's fucking mind-blowing. Not only is it loud as fuck and super inconsiderate of your neighbors, it's really not good for the doorframe, and that shit doesn't belong to you! Shit is so fucking strange to me, like creatures raised on another planet. But hell, maybe I am the weird one. All polite and mindful and quiet and shit.

Alright, I've got to get to bed. Fingers crossed this week's grocery guy isn't as bad as last week's, good lord...

[justpeachyparker]

Best and Worst

(NOT MY GIF)

Ship: Soft Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings:  minor mentions of sex, language, sadness, fluff and angst

Summary:  Bucky fucked up; thats all I got - I suck at summaries

Words: 1.6k

Note from me: This is my first Bucky x Reader and also the first au sort of thing, it is unedited and very new I just wrote it in about 1 or 2 hours I was debating posting it because I don’t know when I’ll post again but I decided I should for that same reason so :) (this was also on my other account - changed the gif tho)

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Meeting Bucky was the best and worst thing that happened to you. You met him while you were working one day and ever since then he came in almost every night. He always talked to you and made sure that you were the one that served him. He sat in far corner booth where it was dimmer and seemingly quieter. You don't know why he took such an interest in you since you were just some random bartender and a random bar in a small part of New York. When you met him you didn’t know who he was. You had just moved in about a month beforehand and you were still getting things together and because of that you hadn't really gotten a chance to get to know anyone or really talk to anyone.

Bucky never mentioned anything about him being who he was since he thought everyone knew, but when you weren't acting scared or super flirty towards him he figured that you had no idea who he was so, he had you looked up and found out that you had just moved there and you were still pretty new. When he found this out he told everyone not to tell you who he was and of course they listened because who wouldn't listen to the leader of the biggest mafia in NYC.

One particular night when Bucky seemed to be a little more peeved than the others you made sure he was okay which he honestly quite liked but since he had a reputation to uphold he had to act like nothing was wrong. That same night some guy tried to make a pass on you which pissed Bucky off since you were his, whether you knew it or not and so he scared the guy off before telling you to take the rest of the night off and sit with him away from all of the creeps that were lurking at the bar, at least thats what he told you.

You found out about who he was a few weeks into the nightly visits when someone who wanted you to themselves decided to ignore the possible consequences and tell you everything about Bucky and who he was. When you confronted him about it he admitted it but the next thing you knew that guy was dead. You didn't know why but even after finding out about Bucky you found yourself talking to him more and more and before you knew it you were going on your first date.

He had taken you out to one of the nicest restaurants in the town after buying you an expensive dress to wear since you had nothing of the sort. The date went well and so there were more, as well as a lot of presents and random trips to the mall to get you anything and everything you had ever wanted.

About 8 months into dating Bucky he brought up the idea of living together to which you agreed and he had you moved in within the day. At that point it was like nothing could go wrong, and for a whole two years it seemed that you were right. He made sure that you were well taken care of and had everything, not to mention the great sex. You had his attention as often as his job did but one day that seemed to stop.

After a particularly long business trip that you weren't aloud to go on he seemed to distance himself from you. You tried to talk to him on multiple occasions, he just wouldn't talk to you. He barely even looked at you anymore, he often slept in a separate room than you and when he did sleep in the same room he always made sure that there was a pillow in between you.

"Why have you been avoiding me?!" was the only thing said at dinner one night since you never even got a response which broke your heart. You were so close to just giving up and walking out since he obviously wouldn't care with the lack of attention and love he gave you now a-days.

When he didn't respond the next few times you had tried to talk to him you came to the conclusion that he just didn't want you anymore, it had been well over a month since he had gotten back and there wasn't even a sign of him possibly going back to how it was and you were tired of it so that night you had decided that you were going to be leaving with-in the week.

You sat in your room and wrote multiple drafts of a letter that you were going to leave for him to find since talking to him was pointless. Once you managed to write a decent letter you signed it and put it in an envelope making sure it was sealed before going and packing some of your things up, nothing much just the main things that you knew you would need. You also made sure you had a purse and some cash, you planned on leaving your phone and any sort of thing that he could use to trace back to you.

At the end of the week when Bucky had left for another business trip that would last the weekend you also had left with the idea of never returning.

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A year later you now lived in a city a good bit away in a small apartment that may not have been much but it worked for you, you worked at a small cafe that was right under your apartment and it payed well, you made a living and things were going good.

After a particularly busy day you headed home with a sandwich from work so ready to eat shower and go to bed. The one thing you weren't expecting though was a figure sitting on your couch.

Walking inside throwing your bag down not at all paying attention to what was around you, so when you turned towards the couch you let out a small scream jumping back a bit. "Bucky?"

It was quiet for a second before Bucky opened his mouth to respond, "You should have known I was going to find you."

"I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone, you barely spoke to me the last month I was there, no explanation, nothing, not a fucking word from you." You never got the chance to tell him how you felt so it seems that it all was going to come spilling out now an entire year later, "I even tried to talk to but you avoided me at every turn, you stopped sleeping in the same bed as me. I had stayed hoping it would change but I was wrong because nothing had even after a month. I had thought 'hmm well maybe something had happened that you just didn't have time to process or think about' but after a while it became clear that, that wasn't it. So would you like to tell me why you decided to come and look for me now after a year?" You were crying at this point seeming as though everything finally had hit you, sure you had cried a bit before but now it seemed different.

He seemed to be shocked by everything you had told him, "I never meant to hurt you Doll. When I had come home and read your letter I realized what I had done and the pain I had caused you. I thought that it was temporary that you would be back since you had left most of your stuff at home but you never did come back. After I figured you had ran away for good it took me a while to process that you were gone and for a while I had tried to live with it. What I didn't realize however is that it is nearly impossible to live without you, I need you, so I had my men look for you, it proved more difficult that I had thought it would have been since you had no trace of anything after you had left. Once I found where you were though I knew I had to come and find you and make things right. And I know that it is entirely my fault and I will apologize for it a million times over." By the time he had finished talking he was also in tears.

You paused for a minute looking closely at him "Are you crying?"

"Y-yeah, I realized how bad I fucked up and I just want another chance, please, Doll, I will do anything, I will take days off work for just me and you, and I will make sure that I actually give you the attention that you deserve."

He just kept rambling about the fact that he missed you and he knows he fucked up, it lasted for a few minutes and it probably could have gone on longer but you ended up grabbing his face with your hand kissing him deeply, pulling away after a second to look at him, "You get one more chance or else I am gone for good, but I'm not leaving tonight, I'm going to bed here and we can go in the morning."

Bucky nodded smiling and holding you close, "Alright, I promise I won’t fuck it up this time." He looked at you for a second before kissing your nose and carrying you to bed, let's just say there may not have been much sleeping that night.

[majesticarlette]

Surprise

Chat Noir x Reader | ONE SHOT

You're currently strolling the streets of Paris to unwind after a long day doing assigned tasks at home and from school, and well, letting your heart break after seeing your love interest fall hopelessly in love with someone else.

You savored the cool breeze of air, the city lights, freedom and solitude under the limited time you have tonight. You want to sray longner but you don’t want your guardian to worry.

Yet, it’s nice setting this as a routine soon, it felt nice admiring the place and the environment's natural 'music'. Yeah… you could hear the tune of the calm environment. Though the thought of it pains your heart since the person you love taught you that.

You settled at Place des Vosges for a while until your alone time was interrupted when a figured who came from above leaped and startled you. You couldn’t discern the man from the shadows and even though scared, you were ready to fight whoever that was.

Instead, your plans crumbled to the ground when you saw the appearance of the figure when his face was shone by the faint light.

"Chat Noir? You scared me for a second there." Alertness were replaced by relief when you saw him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, (Y/n)."

"Don't you have hero duties to attend to? Chatting won't save Paris, you know."

"No, I don't feel like being a superhero tonight." You were confused by his reply. You thought he was out on a patrol, then what was he doing?

"And I also don't feel like being alone tonight. Would you mind if I hang out here for a little while?" You shook your head letting him sit next to you.

"So, what brings you here, Kitty?"

"And what brings you here, (Y/n)?" He bounced back the question to you jokingly earning a chuckle from you.

"Hey, I'm serious. Are you here to just stroll around for no reason or breaking free from a tough time?"

"I seem to be having a bad luck for experiencing tough times especially in the love department myself."

"Really? The Chat Noir who always seems so charming, appealing and flirty every time we coincidentally meet?" You try to lift the mood after seeing his dejected look plastered on his face. He just smiled at your response but it immediately returned to its saddened look. Whatever's happening is quite serious that his usual confident and cheeky attitude are not present right now. "Then, what kind?" You looked at him concerned.

"Well, tonight I had this special surprise all planned for Ladybug."

"You're in love with Ladybug?" Surprised at his response, you didn't really take his flirtatious behavior with Ladybug that seriously. You thought he was only being playful everytime you see him on the news and Alya's blog. He only looked at you with those sad kitty eyes. "I-I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I never really thought your feelings was pushed through. Anyway, what was the special surprise?"

"It doesn't really matter 'cause she never showed." He sighed altering his gaze at the ground.

"I guess, we're in the same boat then." You also shared what you're feeling tonight.

Your heart can’t take it after learning that Luka likes Marinette. He didn’t tell you, but the way his gaze follows her everywhere spelled it out for you. He doesn’t look at you the same way those loving eyes do.

It’s not his fault you’re feeling this way, but you can’t help it.

"You, you've got your heart broken too? You never told me you like someone too."

"Why should I tell you? We're not that close yet." You pinched his cheek and let out a soft chuckle. He stammers saying that saying that he thought that you were close enough to tell, but the truth was he forgot he’s Cat Noir at the moment. He then looked at you and smiled, stood and offered his hand for you.

"Hey, come with me." You smiled at him and took his hand to stand up. He held you in his arms and carried you in a princess carry. "Close your eyes and hold on tight, okay?"

"Aww, I also want to see what you always see evey time you 'fly' like a bird."

"It'll spoil the surprise." You just nodded and did what he said so.

After reaching the destination he set you down and asked to keep your eyes closed until every thing is ready, when it's finally done you opened your eyes and gets to see Paris at night up above on a rooftop. "Wow, it's beautiful. I could be here every night just to see this view." You admired the place you're both in, your heart melted at the candles lit all over the place. It was truly beautiful. "She would love to see this, I believe so." You spoke still letting your eyes wander the set.

"She didn't even show." You looked at him, he's leaning on the railings and sadness could be felt from his figure. "She told me she might not make it but, I had my fingers crossed. I really wanted her to come." Don't know what to say, you approached him and also leaned on the railings with your back.

"Hmm.. You know what? After seeing this beautiful set, we could have a picnic here. Eating while admiring the beautiful view of the city, we shouldn't let this surprise go that easily." You suggested, smiling at him. His eyes lit up from your idea and nodded in agreement.

"Just say you only want to have a dinner with me. I'll always agree especially if it's you." He finally showed his sly smile which made you smile but, you still can't help to roll your eyes from his statement.

"Now, we have to leave for a moment-- yeah, we really need to leave!" You erupted into a flurry of words after seeing a giant ice cream character blasted a huge ice cream on the both of you. Luckily, Chat Noir came to defend you just in time.

He carried you and flee the area you were in and hid behind the steep roof of the buildings. The villain won't stop chanting Marinette's name, and continuously shooting ice cream everywhere. You noticed the voice and the sing-songy way of expressing his words. "It sounds like Andre, the ice cream maker and he's targeting Marinette! You have to protect her!" You looked at him in the eyes and he nodded. He discreetly escaped the area while carrying you. After the two of you managed to reach your home, you thanked him for cheering you up with his surprise.

"The picnic is still on, right?" He asked still looking at you. "Why are you asking? You finally changed the direction of your heart?" You joked while acting flattered and placed your palms on your chest where your heart is. He just chuckled in response from your remarks.

"Of course, it's still on. I'll see you soon." You gave him a hug and then waved him goodbye as he left to save Paris once again.

[agent-kihyun]

neighbors [ldh]

pairing: Neighbor!Hyuck x reader (feat. 00 line)

wc: 6.1K

rating: R/18+

warnings: explicit smut; oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), flirting, making out, sex jokes

summary: When Lee Haechan moves in across the hall from you, you must figure out how to resist his charm in order to prove a point to your roommates. But what’s the harm in giving into temptation?

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The minute that your neighbor across the hall, an older woman who lived alone, passed away, you were mildly relieved. Yes, you know that sounds...bad. But, in your defense, she was rather mean to you and often complained to the landlord about you and your roommates despite the three of you not disturbing her.

You had hoped the landlord wasn’t planning on filling the empty apartment with new people again, but much to your dismay, within days the new apartment is rented out to a new tenant already. But what could you do? It was happening whether you liked it or not.

“Hey, have you heard?” your roommate, Bomi, bursts into the apartment practically screaming.

You casually flip a page in the magazine that you’re skimming, “Heard what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Bomi shuts the door and walks over to you, snatching your magazine out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back! I literally have no idea what you’re talking about!” You half-heartedly reach up for your magazine.

“We’re getting new neighbors, you dweeb!” Bomi laughs in excitement.

“You’re a dweeb,” you pout and re-open your magazine, continuing to skim the pages.

“Are you not excited about getting new neighbors?” Your roommate scoffs.

“I couldn’t care less, to be honest,” you shrug.

“You’re unbelievable. I’m pretty sure they’re our age,” she smacks your knee to get your attention.

“Okay. Cool.”

“Hey! Show some enthusiasm!” Bomi whines.

“What are you trying to get her to show enthusiasm for?” Another one of your roommates, Gaeun, walks into the living room from her room.

“We’re getting new neighbors! I just saw them moving in across the hall into Mrs. Kim’s old place! They’re really cute,” Bomi explains to Gaeun.

“Really? Oh my gosh, let me see,” Gaeun rushes to the door and takes a quick peek as your new neighbors move their boxes into their apartment.

“You guys are so lame. We never interact with any of our neighbors anyway, what's the big deal?” You roll your eyes and finally put your magazine down.

“Because...they’re hot,” Gaeun says after she closes the door.

“Bomi just said they’re cute, so which is it?”

“Don’t be such a smartass,” Bomi says to you and you cross your arms in indignation.

“Let’s go welcome them! Introduce ourselves so they, y’know, like are familiar with someone around here,” Gaeun suggests with a wink.

“If they’re still moving their stuff in, it’s probably not a good time. Just wait till they’re--” You begin.

“Shh, I wasn’t asking you,” Gaeun sends you a quick glare and you shoot daggers back at her.

“Yeah, let’s go say hi!” Bomi grins and the two take off faster than the speed of light.

You stand in the foyer of your apartment, alone and now in a sour mood. You decide that there’s only one thing that can cheer you up at the moment: ice cream. You quickly grab your phone, keys and wallet, slip on your shoes and swiftly leave the apartment.

Your two roommates, standing in the doorway of your new neighbors’ apartment, call you over to say hi, as if they totally didn’t just ditch you, but you ignore them and take the staircase instead of the elevator.

You take a good hour at the ice cream parlor, eating ice cream by yourself and trying to distract yourself from the events from earlier. Why did you have to care about new neighbors? Why did Bomi and Gaeun make you feel like less than for not caring? Who cares if they’re hot? Maybe they were right for giving you weird looks, you think.

The ice cream does nothing for you. Instead, you try to cheer yourself up by getting your comfort foods from the grocery store. A pint of your favorite ice cream and snacks always made you feel much better.

With your food in hand, you walk home with a small smile on your face, having completely forgotten about your roommates. When you arrive back to the apartment, you see that the moving truck that was previously there when you left, is now gone. With that knowledge, you take the elevator up to your floor. You take the time in the elevator to begin snacking, but stop yourself so you can enjoy the rest in the comfort of your own home.

However, as you glance at your new neighbor’s door, you know you’d have to wait a little longer to eat your food. You felt bad for simply storming off earlier and not even waving to the new people on your floor. With a heavy sigh you find yourself walking to their door to formally introduce yourself.

3 knocks to the door and it’s swinging open. A young man stands before you, giving you a mildly perplexed look. Right off the bat you know you’re doomed. Your roommates were right about your new neighbors (or at least one of them) being handsome. If he looks this good, what do others look like?

“Hello? Can I help you?” his voice snaps you out of it.

“Oh...yeah, um, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your neighbor,” you stick out your hand for him to shake and tell him your name. The young man looks down at your hand and back up at your face before taking your hand in his and shaking it twice. His hand lingers in yours before you pull yours away.

“You can call me Haechan,” he gives you a flashy grin. You return his smile, thinking that maybe you were wrong to judge your neighbor before even meeting him.

“I live across from you,” You point to the door on the other side of the elevator landing space, “I’m pretty sure you met my two other roommates earlier.”

“Oh yeah, you ignored them and left them hanging. Kind of a dick move, in my honest opinion,” he leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms and a smug expression on his face. Your jaw drops at his statement.

So you weren’t entirely wrong. What a little shit.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but in my defense, they were dicks to me right before that and I wasn’t in the mood to pretend like I was happy,” you cross your arms as well. Haechan laughs and shakes his head.

“I guess that’s fair. My roommates can be dicks too sometimes so I understand,” he shrugs. “Do you want to meet them as well?”

“Um…” you trail off, unsure if you wanted to introduce yourself to the others at the moment.

“Come on, they won’t bite,” Haechan winks at you. Something about the delivery of his comment makes your cheeks heat up, but you decide to just go for it.

“Okay,” you say, and before you know it, Haechan is tugging you into his apartment, shutting the door behind you.

Once inside, you look around and find boxes everywhere. Some of them were open, some of them were still sealed; of course since they were unpacking. There was a blue sofa in the middle of the room, two other males sitting on it and unpacking boxes. One was in the kitchen, also unpacking, you assumed.

“Hey, we have a guest!” Haechan announces, and suddenly there were 4 pairs of eyes on you. One of the guys on the couch stands up and walks over to you. He takes your hand in his and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jaemin,” he smiles at you and it takes everything in you not to laugh, so instead you send him a tight-lipped smile. You quickly deduce he was the flirty type, and that you’d probably endure a lot more of his flirting if you were to hang out with these guys often.

“Hey, knock it off you weirdo, you’re gonna scare her,” the one from the kitchen walks over and offers his hand for you to shake. You quickly shake it, afraid he might do the same thing as Jaemin.

“I’m Renjun, and don’t worry, I won’t kiss your hand. Some of us are normal, I promise,” he shoots a glare at Jaemin, who rolls his eyes in response. You softly laugh at Renjun and then your eyes move over to the last one, who is still sitting on the couch.

“Oh, I’m Jeno. It’s nice to meet you! Sorry I can’t get up right now, I sprained my ankle earlier today while moving our stuff in,” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Aw I’m sorry about your ankle, I hope it gets better!” you offer your condolences. Jeno smiles and nods in gratitude.

“And your name?” Jaemin asks. You casually provide your name for the 3 other boys to hear and they nod.

“Truly a pleasure to meet you,” Jaemin beams at you.

“Would you like to stay for awhile?” Haechan suddenly asks from beside you.

“Oh...I appreciate the offer, but you guys look like you’re busy unpacking. Plus I was hoping to spend some quality time with...my...ice cream,” You hold up the food in it’s plastic bag.

“Ah don’t worry about us unpacking, I mean you can help too,” Haechan says, and Renjun smacks his arm then shoots him a disapproving look. You nervously chuckle and shift on your feet.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re free to go. It was delightful to meet you and your roommates, it’s nice to know we have some friends our age here,” Renjun tells you and you nod.

“It was delightful meeting you all too. I don’t know what my roommates told you, but if you have any questions about the building or something, you can always ask us,” you tell them while opening their front door.

“Thanks! Much appreciated!” Jeno waves goodbye to you. You wave to the four boys as you exit the apartment.

Just as you begin to close the door, Haechan slips out right after you.

“Hey, wait,” he calls out and you turn around to face the boy.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” he says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You give him a small smile in return.

“Give me a good reason not to be,” you tell him before you turn back to your apartment.

Haechan stares at you as you unlock your door and disappear into your own apartment, unsure of what to make of your remark. As he walks back to his own place, a smirk on his lips, he thinks of all the ways to make sure you stick around.

“Be careful what you ask for…”

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After Haechan’s first encounter with you, he finds any way possible to see you more. He makes it his mission to give you plenty of good reasons for you not to be a stranger (technically, per your request).

The first incident is more...accidental. If anything, he would have to blame the mail delivery person for this.

As Haechan arrives at the apartment building from his last class of the day, he decides to check his mailbox for his unit. He quickly gathers the envelopes and advertisement cards that were stuffed into his mailbox and locks it, then walks toward the elevator while sifting through it to see if there’s anything for him.

The only problem is that he doesn’t see his name...or any of his roommates’ names. He sees yours and your roommates’ names. He sighs in slight frustration at how incompetent the mail delivery person had to be to mix up his mail with yours but then a lightbulb goes off in his head. You need your mail...so he’s going to have to give it to you...which means…

When the elevator reaches your floor, Haechan makes an immediate beeline for your door. He knocks a few times before you swing the door open, confusion written in your features as you take in Haechan leaned up against your door frame.

“Donghyuck.”

Haechan’s--or Donghyuck’s--smug expression fades instantly at the use of his legal name.

“H-how did you--?”

“It was on your mail, which somehow ended up in my mailbox,” you cross your arms as you give him a suspicious glare.

“I didn’t do anything, I got your mail too,” he holds up your mail to your face and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh,” you quickly take your mail from Haechan, “well thanks for getting my mail...Hyuck.” A smug smile paints your lips as you use his legal name again.

Haechan makes a disgruntled expression and sighs, “Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it’s cute and it’s, oh I don’t know...your actual name? Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep calling you Haechan,” You reassure him. Haechan gives you a suspicious glare and crosses his arms. He most definitely wasn’t expecting for you to be good at playing his game, which he thought that you didn’t know you were a part of.

“Can I just have my mail now?” He huffs, deciding to take a loss for this round.

“So impatient, geez,” you pick the stack of Haechan’s mail off your foyer table and hand it to him. Haechan takes his mail from you and is about to bid you adieu before he suddenly changes his mind on losing this round.

“Personally,” he begins, catching your attention from your mail, “I think you should use that Savage Fenty promo code. I’d love to see what you get.”

Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you look up in horror at Haechan’s shit-eating grin, knowing full well that he knocked you off your axis. You don’t even have a comeback, you just watch in silence as Haechan sends you a wink and leaves you standing in your doorway. He shouts a quick thank you before he enters his own apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“I can’t believe--” You hiss as you slam your door shut, your face incredibly hot from Haechan’s simple, yet flirty, remark. You knew he had to have skimmed through your mail, or he wouldn’t have shown up at your door to give it back. What you didn’t anticipate was that he’d use your mail against you.

“Were you just flirting with our neighbor?” You hear your roommate, Gaeun, behind you. You whip around to face her and scowl.

“No. He was flirting with me,” you inform her.

“You think he’s cute don’t you?”

“I do not!”

“Oh please, you’d be stupid to not think he’s cute. I cannot believe just a week ago you were so disinterested in our new neighbors and now you’re literally buddy-buddy with them, Haechan in particular,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, you’re annoying,” you scoff.

“You totally like him, huh?”

“Shut up no I don’t!”

“Alright, alright, fine. I have a hard time believing it, but okay,” Gaeun shrugs.

A comfortable silence fills the space between you and Gaeun before she pipes up again.

“I’m just saying if you end up sleeping with him, I won’t be surprised.”

“GAEUN!”

↣

A couple of days later, Haechan reminds you of his presence again.

You were doing homework in your living room when a frantic knocking on your front door unceremoniously interrupts you. You save your work and close your laptop before padding over to the door to see who is so rudely interrupting you from your studies.

Lo and behold, as you gaze through your peephole, you find Haechan standing on the other side. You sigh and reluctantly open the door, giving the boy an unamused glare.

“Thank God you’re home, I need your help,” Haechan exhales in relief. You raise your eyebrows at his distressed tone, unsure if something was wrong.

“Why, did something happen? Are you okay?” You ask him.

“Aw...you’re worried about me, how cute,” Haechan smiles at you, touched by your concern. You groan in annoyance and frown at him.

“No, I’m fine. Our kitchen, however is not; our sink is not draining properly and shit is coming up from the drain. I was wondering if you could give me the landlord’s email or number so we can call him to come fix it,” Haechan reveals. You furrow your brows and shake your head at him, thus confusing him.

“First of all, don’t call the landlord, he doesn’t know anything. Second of all, your sink is clogged, I’ll come fix it for you,” you tell him.

“What do you mean the landlord doesn’t know anything?” Haechan asks, put off by your comment.

“When I first moved in, our toilet had problems. So of course, I called the landlord to come fix it and he literally said he didn’t know what to do. Naturally, from that point, I learned how to fix everything since the landlord is useless,” you recount your story to Haechan. It’s at this point that Haechan starts second guessing his and his roommates’ decision to move into this apartment building.

“Are you sure--”

Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, just give me a second to get my tools.” You close the door and return promptly, holding a simple toolbox with enthusiasm. Haechan gives you a strange look, but decides to see this through. If it’s a chance to spend time with you, he’s taking it.

“Alright, let’s go fix your kitchen sink!” you grin and close your door behind you as you determinedly march across the hall to Haechan’s place.

When you arrive, you quickly figure out what’s wrong and get to work. You open the cabinet doors that lead to the pipes under the counter and begin going through your toolbox to get the appropriate tools to fix the sink.

“Do you want to see how to fix this so next time you can do it yourself?” you suggest. Haechan blinks down at you as he thinks about his answer. On the one hand, he wants to stand and supervise you from a distance (an excuse to basically ogle your bare legs because of the denim shorts you were wearing), but on the other hand, he can be closer to you if he joins you under the sink.

“Hyuck?” Your use of his nickname snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah I’ll watch you work on my pipes,” Haechan says without thinking. You deadpan at him, his unintended euphemism not going over your head.

“Really?” you raise a brow at him.

“What?”

“‘Work on your pipes?’ Do you think I’m stupid?” you scoff. It takes Haechan a second to realize what you mean before his jaw is dropping. The initial shock fades into cheekiness as he leans against the counter with a smirk.

“That’s not what I meant, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to work on that pipe,” he winks at you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m taking back my offer to teach you how to fix your sink,” you say before ducking your upper body under the sink. Haechan pushes himself from the counter and ducks under the sink with you, despite you rescinding your offer.

“No takesies backsies,” he settles in next to you. It’s slightly cramped, but you try to focus on anything other than his close proximity to you.

“Fine, just don’t say dumb shit like that again,” you say quietly while you begin the process of fixing Haechan’s sink.

“No promises,” Haechan grins and you laugh softly at his antics.

You show Haechan what’s wrong with his sink and how to repair it. He pays close attention to your instructions, finding them to be fairly simple. For the last half of the process, you come out from under the sink and show him the last few steps of unclogging the sink. When you believe you’ve restored the sink to its former glory, you test the garbage disposal and run the water, making sure everything is drained. Much to Haechan’s surprise, you effectively fixed his sink.

“Damn...thank you. It works perfectly now,” He says in relief.

“Anytime. I also just want to point out that the previous tenant had a LOT of cats, so that’s probably why all that hair was in your pipes. I don’t know why she would put it down the sink though, that’s gross,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and Haechan chuckles.

“Yeah well we don’t have any cats, so it won’t happen again,” He tells you with a small smile. You return the smile and quickly lean down to recover your tools so you can make a swift exit back to your apartment. Haechan can’t quite explain why he felt so attracted to you while you unclogged his sink and explained how to do so. All he knew was that it was quite an experience for him to watch you become a plumber in his presence.

“So were you paying attention to the plumbing lesson? Because I’m not about to purposely clog another sink to teach you again,” you ask as he walks you back to your apartment.

“I was too busy getting distracted by your beauty and missed like a good chunk of the lesson, to be honest,” he joked. You stare up at him, shocked by his audacity, but all he does is give you a cocky smile in return.

“You--you’re--fuck you,” you say as you quickly enter your apartment and shut the door in Haechan’s face, not wanting him to see you in your flustered state.  He blinks at your door, bewildered at your reaction, but soon realizes it wasn’t negative in the slightest.

Haechan walks back to his apartment with pride and a puffed out chest.

↣

You’re thoroughly convinced that the universe wants to prove your roommates right and you wrong. This becomes apparent to you once again at the end of a shower, you turning your shower head off and reaching for your towel.

At first, you don’t hear it, but after turning off your speaker and wrapping your towel around your body, you step outside the bathroom and hear the blaring noise: the fire alarm.

“Fuck...nooooooo,” you whisper as you hang your head in defeat. You debate quickly going to your room and throwing on clothes, but you remember the fire drill rules of the building and reluctantly grab your keys, phone and slippers. You dash down a few flights of stairs to the lobby and exit promptly, heading over to the building meetup point where the other residents are, all while holding your towel close to your body.

When you arrive, you try to hide yourself from passersby by blending in with the other building residents. You’re in the clear, heaving out a sigh of relief...that is until you hear the devil’s voice from your right side.

“Well don’t you look pretty standing there in nothing but a bath towel. Mind if I sneak a peek?” Haechan croons as he saunters over to you with a cheeky smirk. You turn your head towards Haechan, greeting him with a displeased expression, only for him to send you a wink.

“Hi, Donghyuck,” you huff, and cross your arms, effectively keeping your towel wrapped around your body.

Haechan places his hand on his heart in fake hurt, “When you say my name like that, it hurts.”

“Oh really? How would you like me to say it then?” you roll your eyes. Haechan moves to stand behind you and leans down so his lips brush the shell of your ear and in the most nonchalant tone, he whispers:

“Loudly and with pleasure, baby.”

You can’t control the shivers that are sent down your spine at the pet name and Haechan looks down at you with pride at his work. You scowl at the fact that your body reacted to his teasing, but even more so that you don’t hate it as much as you’re letting on. You refuse to turn around because you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from either smiling at him or smacking him.

“Cat got your tongue, honey? Maybe you can put it to good use. Hm?” he pushes further and you can’t control yourself from whipping around and whacking his arm. The smile you’re so clearly fighting, though, tells him you’re not really mad at him.

“Shut up, you fucking dweeb, me being in a towel is not an invitation for you to hit on me nor is it a ploy to get you into bed,” you hiss at him and all he does is bite his lower lip softly and stick his hands in his front pockets.

“You’re the one who said not to give you a reason to remain strangers, and I always go the extra mile for people I consider…‘friends’,” he uses your past words against you. You gape in surprise at how cunning Haechan is and you wish you could slap the smug smile right off his face. You’re more mad at yourself for how his flirting is actually working and eliciting a reaction from you, especially a reaction from under your towel and between your legs. You can’t prove your roommates right, especially because you know they’d give you shit if they found out you actually did like Haechan.

“You’re insufferable,” you whisper just as the landlord announces that you’re allowed to come back into the building. You quickly stalk off toward the building, leaving Haechan alone to watch your retreating figure in admiration.

It’s only a matter of time before your resolve breaks...and he’s going to be there when it happens.

↣

You don’t see Haechan for another couple of days, which makes you a little more sad than you’d like to admit. You even go so far as to ask Renjun where Haechan was, mildly worried that Haechan was sick...or even lost interest in you. You swear Renjun to secrecy though, knowing that if Haechan finds out you asked about him, you’d never hear the end of it.

When you finally do see him, it’s on the elevator, on your way home from school. It’s silent as the elevator doors close the two of you into the space. After a few beats, haechan finally speaks.

“I hear you asked about me,” he says, fighting off a smirk. You sigh and make a mental note to kill Renjun the next time you see him.

“Yeah I hadn’t been annoyed in a few days so I just wanted to see why it was so quiet,” you roll your eyes and look over at Haechan to find that he’s already looking at you.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs nonchalantly and goes back to waiting for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

“So…?”

“So what?”

“Where were you?”

Haechan gives you a surprised look, but answers anyway, “I was studying for a midterm, snoopy. I have to keep my grades up you know.”

“Oh...well...I hope you pass,” you tell him, and a warm smile appears on his lips.

“I did. With flying colors. Thanks though,” he says back and before you can respond, the elevator dings and the doors open. Haechan files out first and you follow suit, reluctant to go back to your own apartment for some reason. No one is there, you know that for a fact. Before you take out your keys, you glance back at Haechan, who is standing motionless at his door, his back facing you.

“Haechan,” you call out, your lips moving before your brain can formulate thoughts. He turns back to you, wide-eyed and curious about why you said his name.

“Yeah?” He asks as he starts to inch closer to your end of the corridor.

“I…” you begin, but the rest of the words don’t come out. As Haechan gets closer, he can see your face more clearly, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. Being ever so impatient, he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence and backs you up against your door, his lips (finally) feverishly connecting with yours.

Your eyes shut immediately as Haechan takes control and kisses you with hunger and desire. He places one hand on your waist and one hand caresses your cheek, not intending to let you go anywhere. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip and you allow him access almost immediately. You don’t know why you’re mildly surprised that Haechan is a phenomenal kisser, but that thought and any other lingering ones fade as his hands travel to your hips and grip them rather harshly. You gasp softly against his lips as he increases the pressure on your hips, and he takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck, creating marks where his lips touch.

While Haechan concentrates on your neck, you quickly try to search your bag with only your sense of touch to find your keys to let the two of you in.

Haechan grabs them from you, breaking away from you for a split second to unlock and open the door. Once that is accomplished, he places his lips back on yours and ushers you into your apartment. His kissing gets more insistent and rough as he shuts the door behind him.

Articles of clothing trail behind the two of you as you advance to your room. By the time you arrive, the two of you are fighting for dominance through your making out. It gets so intense that you have to break away for air. The two of you stand chest to chest, half-naked and panting.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks breathlessly. His hands rest on your hips and give them a light squeeze just for kicks. Your breath hitches in your throat and Haechan notices and smirks.

“I’m just...” you begin but Hyuck squeezes your hips again and you let out a small whimper.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teases you.

“Shut up,” you pry his hands off your hips and push him back to your bed before straddling his thighs. “You’re not the only one who likes to be in charge, Hyuck.”

Haechan smirks from below you and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

“Oh sweetheart,” he pauses when he has taken your panties completely off, “don’t you know I can still have control from under you?”

“Huh?” you ask, but Haechan’s response is one of action. He slips his boxers down his legs, situates his cock in line with your entrance and pulls you down on him until he’s buried to the hilt. You both let out harmonious moans simultaneously, the stretch of his cock oh-so-satisfying and the wet warmth of your pussy giving him goosebumps. While you were mildly disgruntled you didn’t get to see his cock first, you felt like it was unnecessary at this point considering you could feel his size from inside your pussy.

“Fuck you‘re so wet, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he hisses.

“How the hell...are you…?” You begin.

“This big? Why, don’t think you can handle it?” Haechan smugly asks.

“Just...fucking move, Hyuck,” you grunt, “or I will.”

“Baby’s so desperate for my cock she won’t wait for me to fuck her? What, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock?” Haechan teases you, but you take it as a challenge and promptly begin riding him.

“You...asked for it,” you smirk at him.

“Fuck...you feel so good,” Haechan praises you and you beam at him. You lean down and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his neck, kisses which soon turn into hickeys. Haechan has to admit that it feels good to be treated like this. Like a king.

“Who’s in charge now, brat?” You whisper in his ear and Haechan’s gaze darkens. He brings his hands back to your hips and grips them so you stop in place.

“I am,” he responds before roughly thrusting up into you, “it’s my game, I always win.”

Haechan pistons his hips against yours and moan after moan spills from your lips. Every yelp of his name, mixed in with swears and incomprehensible sounds, pushes Haechan to go harder.

“Shit, Hyuck, I’m...I’m so close,” you mewl and grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Under normal circumstances, Haechan would edge you to no end, but he’s been waiting for this since the moment you told him that you didn’t want to be strangers. He was going to be self-indulgent just this once.

Haechan’s thrusting gets sloppier as you both get close to your highs. Finally you come undone around his cock, your walls hugging him so tight, it makes it harder for him to keep going. Haechan takes an immeasurable amount of self control to not cum inside of you (especially since he got ahead of himself and forgot to slip on a condom). After a couple more thrusts, he pulls you off of him and cums across his own stomach, chest heaving as he comes down from his high. You take a dollop of his cum on your finger and suck it off, making eye contact with him just to taunt him further.

“Get on my face,” he commands.

“What?”

“Get on, sit on, I don't care just get up here,” he grabs your thighs. At your lack of action, he pulls you up so your core is hovering above his lips.

“Hyuck, I don’t think I can take—Oh my fuck,” your plea is cut short by Haechan’s lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly on it.

Haechan is not done proving who is in charge—and that he’s perfectly capable of fucking you from beneath you—and decides to have a feast to treat himself.

His tongue expertly navigates your pussy, switching between tongue fucking your entrance and stimulating your clit. All you can hear are lewd slurping sounds and your cries of pleasure. Haechan hums into your clit and the vibrations send electricity throughout your body.

“Hyuck...Hyuck do that again please,” you beg him while lightly tugging his hair. Haechan surprisingly complies, but instead of simply humming, he lightly growls into your pussy, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. It isn’t until Haechan gives your clit one harsh suck that you’re coming onto his face. He quickly slurps up your release before working on your pussy again.

He puts you through two more orgasms before he’s pushing you off of his face and onto your bed. He crosses his arms behind his head in satisfaction before he glances over at you. Your legs are still trembling and your eyes are closed in an attempt to regain your composure and breath.

“I’ll let you catch your breath before the next round,” he tells you and you open your eyes to give him a playful glare.

“Who said we were going multiple rounds?”

“Fine, I’ll go then.”

“No, wait!”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.”

↣

“Okay just be really quiet, I’m sure they’re home now and I cannot have them seeing you here.”

“I can’t believe you’re sneaking me out of your apartment, this is not high school, why can’t I just walk out of here?”

“Because then my roommates will be right and I don’t want them to clown me for giving into you.”

“You say that like sleeping with me was a bad thing,” Haechan raises an eyebrow as you escort him quietly to your front door.

“It wasn’t, but when you guys first moved in, I may have made a big deal of being uninterested in you and they like to prove me wrong. Just work with me here,” you explain.

“Oh how the tables turn. I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to know how eager you were for my—” Haechan begins but you place your hand on his face to shush him.

“I wouldn’t, so shut up,” you tell him as you make it to your front door.

“It’s gonna be a little harder for you to sneak me out when we do this again, y’know,” Haechan tells you while you open the door.

“Again? Why do you say that with so much certainty?” You ask him with a mischievous smile.

“Because I know it’s gonna happen again, please,” he scoffs and you softly laugh. Haechan smiles at the sound of your laugh and hopes that the next time he does come back, he gets to know you a little more before you sleep with each other again.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you cross your arms with a shy smile, “now go home.”

“Until next time,” Haechan leans down and places a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning toward his door across the hall. You close the door as Haechan goes into his apartment and lean against the door, processing what just happened.

Haechan was right: you were going to need to be more sneaky the next time he was over.