#literally have to log off right this second i feel like i’m

[nicollekidman]

alicent hightower deciding to fuck shit up and burn it all down because she discovered that not only does the girl she love not love her back but she’s also a liar without a maidenhead… meanwhile the girl in question is daring her uncle to prove his devotion through mass murder as a Test because if she can’t live in his skin she may as well be in control…. frankly it’s a fucking miracle there’s a single person left alive in all of westeros after this

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 40 || The Ringtone

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, & sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THESE WERE YOUR LAST thoughts before you dozed off. Unfortunately for you, your moment of sleeping lasted maybe twenty minutes before the sound of your phone ringing hit your ears.

You stirred awake, still lying on top of Choso who was dead to the world within his slumber. With careful movements, you were able to slip out of his arms and wobble over to your phone that was inside the pocket of the long disregarded jacket on the floor.

When you crouched down to get the device, it stopped ringing as if whoever was calling didn’t mean to and you let out a huff. Not only were your legs sore in some places but getting up to come get your phone only annoyed you since the call stopped before you could even see who it was.

As you look at your notifications, you still don’t see who it is that called you so you had to go to your recent call log to find out. As you do so, the first name is in red, indicating that you missed a call from the contact under the name Asshole-- also known as, Gojo Satoru.

You wanted to know why he called, even though he ended it before you could answer, so you went to call back. Only for your finger to click on the call prior to that… which happens to be Choso. You think you jump out of your skin when music begins to play from a nearby device.

‘We can go wherever you like.’

What the hell? Is that NewJeans?

‘Baby say the words and I’m down.’

Where was it coming from? 

‘All I need is you by my side.’

Why is it so loud?

‘We can go wherever you like.’ ‘Now, where are you?’

Fuck, Choso’s going to wake up any second now. 

‘What’s your ETA? What’s your ETA?’

Turn it off. Turn it off.

‘What’s your ETA, What’s your ETA-’

You had finally clicked the phone off, shutting your eyes and letting silence fill the air again.

Choso’s phone was sitting on a table nearby and that was the source of the sound. You kinda panicked when you heard it so instead of just ending the call from your phone which was literally in your hands, you rushed over to his and struggled to get it off.

It was a silly mistake of yours and now you feel so embarrassed that you accidentally just called Choso, who’s literally in the same room as you. Even so, you start smiling as you realize what his ringtone is for you.

Turning your head around to the man in question, you watch as he makes eye contact with you for less than a second before turning so that his back is to you. His face was red as a tomato and you’re pretty sure he never intended for you to know about that.

“Choso…” You murmur, watching his body move a bit as he sighs heavily.

“Shut up,” Choso grumbles.

Your smile widens and you make your way over to him, leaning over his resting frame and forcing your face into his peripheral vision. “Is that really your ringtone for me?” You whisper to the male.

His face is so red that even with the dim lighting you can see it. “...Y-Yeah.” Choso’s voice is so small and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this embarrassed.

“That’s so cute,” You chuckle, “I-”

He mumbles your name, “I don’t wanna talk about it…”

“But Cho, that’s adorable.” You gush anyway, “I don’t have ringtones for anyone and I’ve never known anyone to have one for me so…”

He just barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes, “It’s only like that cause’ it… it just lets me know it’s you calling…”

“Yeah, but you could’ve chosen any song,” You tease. Choso says something but it’s so low and mumbled that you genuinely couldn’t hear him. Leaning closer and pressing your chest to his back, you smile and talk softly, “Hm? What was that?”

His face is so hot and red with embarrassment. He can’t do this with you so he looks away from you and tries to ignore your body pressing against his.

“C’mon Cho, what’d you say?” You question gently.

“I…” He clears his throat, “I said… I uhm…” His face is so damn red, “I c-chose a song that makes me think of you, I dunno…” Choso explains with a sheepish shrug.

You’re trying not to tease him but he’s just so cute like this, “Awww, Chosoooo,” You coo to the man.

He grits his teeth and looks away from you again, “Please shut up…”

“Nooo, that’s so sweet.” You continue regardless.

He pouts, “I don’t like you right now…”

That makes you laugh, “Why? I just think you having a ringtone for me is cute. Do you have one for everyone?”

Choso is quiet for a second as he thinks. Then, he sighs, “No…”

Your eyes light up, “Wait so just me?”

“No.” He hums.

Of course, now you’re curious, “Who else?”

“Can we go back to sleep please?” Choso pleads, his face yet to cool down as embarrassment courses through him.

“Nope.” You utter, a large smile plastered across your face, “Who else do you have a ringtone for?”

He sighs, “I’m tired, baby. Can we please go back to sleep?”

“Nooo, tell me who else you have a ringtone for or I’ll go searching.” You say, moving a hand to caress his arm.

His eyes narrow even though he’s not looking at you, “You don’t even know my password…”

“It’s Yuji’s birthday.” You say simply.

He pauses, “How… How do you know that?”

“You told me.”

Choso’s brows pinch together, “When did I tell you my password?”

“I think it was one time when I asked to use your phone for something.” You recall with a slight shrug, “You just kinda’ gave it to me, how do you not remember?”

“I dunno but, to answer your question, I have a ringtone for my brothers too.” Choso finally tells you.

And again, you’re too wrapped up in your teasing to stop, “Awww really? What song-”

“Baby, please.” Choso whines, “I’m embarrassed enough as it is…”

You bite your lower lip, “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

He takes a second to think but his words are falling out of his mouth before he processes them, “Will I still be cute when I flip you over and fuck you back to sleep?”

“Choso!” You huff, your eyes widening at the man.

His face scrunches up in a sassy manner, as if he didn't say anything wrong, “What?”

You pout, “...Why’re you so grumpy all of a sudden?”

“Told’ you I’m embarrassed.” Choso huffs.

You snicker, “Aww, you get angry when you’re embarrassed? Wait that’s so cute-”

“You have ten seconds to stop teasing me.” He warns.

“Or what?”

Choso moves a bit, his body shifting so that he’s lying on his back. You end up somewhat against his chest, your eyes on his as he meets your gaze, “I’m gonna’ put you in your place.”

You burst out laughing, “Put me in my place? Who, you?”

He scoffs, “You think I’m joking…”

Technically, you know he can but most times, Choso is too much of a switch to be one hundred percent dominant with you during sex. One minute he’s telling you to take it and then next he’s begging you to cum for him.

So, you chuckle, brushing off his threat entirely, “Choso you’re too loving to do something like that-”

And in a matter of seconds, you were underneath Choso with your hands pinned above your head. His face was still flushed from embarrassment but his grip on your wrists was as tight as ever.

How did he pull the entirety of your body onto the couch so fast? How did he flip over so quickly? How did he get your wrists crossed over and above your head like this? You genuinely have no idea. He moved so quickly that his touches were there and then gone in a matter of seconds.

You and Choso are both still bare, having never had the energy to put clothes back on ever since you both laid down so, the situation you were in could turn sexual in a matter of seconds if either of you wanted it to.

You swallow, “Choso-”

“Shut up,” He voices, his tone low and commanding for once. Earlier when he said that to you, it was in a joking and light way but right now he looks so serious and it’s… well it’s kinda hot.

So, your mouth shuts and you stare up at him with wide eyes.

Choso gazes down at you for a minute before saying something. “Was earlier not enough?” He questions, his voice so deep and husk all of a sudden.

“Earlier?” You hum innocently, still deciding to poke at him as you tilt your head.

He glares at you but his eyes are still loving, “Don’t act fuckin’ stupid.” Choso says. He sounds mean but it’s coming from a place of teasing and love so, although to someone else he may have seemed genuinely upset, right now he was just acting. “Did I not fuck you hard enough?” He asks.

You shrug a little, “I mean-”

“Actually, don’t answer that,” Choso interrupts. He then leans down to you and your breath hitches in your throat as his lips near yours, “If you can still walk then clearly I didn’t do my job properly.” He comments.

Your eyes widened but before you could say anything, his lips were pressing into yours. His tongue was warm as it slithered into your mouth, quickly licking up your taste and savoring it as he began making out with you. It was a sensual and slow kiss and Choso’s lips slotted so perfectly against your mouth.

For a brief moment, like a really brief moment, hell, barely even a second, his way of kissing you reminded you of Gojo. And you hated to compare them more than anything because there are different and separate things you like about each man.

Choso pulls away carefully and exhales, his breath hitting your lips as both of your eyes pry open. He hums your name and his tone gives you butterflies for some reason.

“Do you wanna go again?” Choso asks gently.

You stare, “My legs are already kinda’ sore…”

“They’ve been worse,” He comments.

“Cho…” You frown.

“Okay well…” Choso starts smiling a little before he even gets the words out. “Can I at least eat you out?”

You give the man a blank stare. Never has there been a time where Choso gave you head and you weren’t left with numb legs, a face wet from tears, and your voice gone after losing it to your moaning.

“Choso that’s basically the same as you putting your dick inside me.” You huff out.

That goes to his ego a bit, “Is it really?”

“And once you go down it’s hard to get you back up…” You point out, sighing.

“I know I know but…” He drops to your neck and kisses you there, “I haven’t tasted you in so long…” Choso whispers, his hands releasing your pinned ones as he moves his lips to your collarbone, “Just one lick, baby…”

You give him a firm look, “That’s the same as saying just the tip and we both know it’s never just the tip.”

“Five minutes, princess…” He pleads, his tastebuds eager for you at the thought alone, “Jus’ let me eat you out for five minutes.”

“No, Choso.” You decline.

He pouts.

You chuckle, “And see? I told you that you were too loving to put me in my place-”

“Alright, bet.” Choso scoffs.

You smirk and look at him, that slight smile of yours fading when he starts bending your legs up. “C-Choso, wait seriously, I’m already sore.” You say with a chuckle.

His touch softens but he doesn’t stop, planting quick kisses down your stomach. “I’ll be gentle then.”

“Baby, c’mon,” You comment, the nickname making his cock twitch.

“You’re making this harder for me…” Choso whispers with a shake of his head, “Literally.”

“Choso, I’m tired.” Your words are half true. Technically, you’re never one to decline Choso of giving you head, he is the best at it after all.

“So tell me to stop.” He says, pausing in his movements to properly give you an out, “Say it.” He urges.

You hesitated for a second, obviously loving it when he gives you head but, you had just told yourself you needed a break, and allowing Choso to do this wouldn’t help. “Stop,” You whisper.

Of course, he doesn’t hesitate to obey. “Oh, you’re serious?” Choso comments as he starts moving. The man shifts your legs around and he goes to sit on his heels. 

You watch as in a blink of an eye, Choso starts running his hands up and down your legs, moving to massage them. “Choso, you don’t have to-”

“No no, I was being pushy just now so, lemme’ do this to make up for it,” He tells you.

“I…” You don’t even know what to say to that because it’s clear he feels bad. In his mind, he should’ve stopped as soon as you told him no but he kept trying to convince you and that makes him upset with himself.

A sigh is let out from your mouth as you just lay there and watch Choso massage your legs, his eyes calm as he does so.

“Oh, I actually meant to ask,” Choso starts up, looking over to you, “Why’d you call my phone anyways?”

Your skin tenses within his palms but you think he believes that’s from his massaging, “Uh, I pressed the wrong thing.” That reminds you that you needed to figure out what Gojo called you for-

Wait no, maybe you don’t need to figure that out. Maybe what you need is to just relax under Choso’s touch until you fall asleep again and then in the morning you head your separate ways as you take some time to collect yourself.

“Pressed the wrong thing? Who were you trying to call, then?” Choso asks curiously. He’s far too quick to put two and two together. You’re hesitant on telling him and he picks up on that, “...You were gonna call him, weren’t you?” He assumes.

“N-Not for the reasons you might be assuming,” You rush out, worried about where this conversation is going to go.

Unlike you, Choso’s not worried at all. Especially since he knows how to keep himself together and think in a rational way, “Tell me the reason then.” He requests, quickly adding on a, “...So that I don’t assume,” So that he doesn’t sound upset.

“He called me,” You murmur, “And I went to call back.”

You didn’t know it but your honesty alone was enough for Choso’s heart to expand in ways he couldn’t express. If you had made up some excuse or tried to change the subject he probably would’ve been hurt but the way you just tell him everything is so heartwarming to him.

Unbeknownst to you, Choso has enough liars in his life to deal with so he truly appreciates it when someone’s honest with him, “Are you still going to?” He questions.

“Uh, I dunno, maybe I’ll just text him and ask instead.” You shrug.

Choso’s eyes soften for a moment and he finds himself speaking from the genuine kindness in his heart instead of a place of insecurity and jealousy like he had earlier on, “You should call him.”

You scoff slightly, “Why?”

He shrugs and looks away from you, “Cause’ like… if I were him, I think I… I’d want you to call back.”

“Choso…” You smile a little at how mature he’s being about this, “I thought you didn’t care about him or how he feels?”

“I don’t but…” He swallows, “I care about you and… you care about him so, I just think instead of stressing yourself more, you should just call him back and find out what he wanted. You texting him is only done in courtesy of me, which I don’t want.”

“Oh…” You hum.

“So, yeah…” Choso sighs and returns his gaze to you, “Call him.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “R-Right now?”

“Whenever you’re ready angel,” He laughs, “I’m not rushing you, I’m just trying to give advice I guess…”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm…” He nods and then redirects his focus to soothing your legs whilst changing the subject, “Anyways, uh… What are your plans for the break?”

Self-isolation and peace of mind for once. But you’re not going to say it that bluntly.

“Uhm,” You pull your lower lip into your mouth in thought. “I think I want some time to uh… focus on myself.”

Choso nods, “Yeah, you need that.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” You blurt out, having felt like telling Choso you want time for yourself might hurt him since in his mind he might feel like he gave you two months to do so already.

“Why would it?” Choso asks, almost as if he’s offended you thought it would, “You have to pick between two guys and your heart is all over the place, if you didn’t say you were gonna’ take a break I was going to suggest one.”

That eases you in more ways than one, “Really?”

“Well, I would’ve liked it if we spent time together during this break but, I think you need the mental rest more than time spent with me.” He says, his voice filled with care.

Your lips curl into a thankful smile, “Aw, Choso…”

“You don’t have to gush about it, I’m just being honest.” He chuckles, shrugging it off like it’s no big deal, “And hey, whenever you do want to see me or talk to me or whatever, you can call me.”

“I can…?” You blink, wondering if he forgot how he told you not to do so.

Choso grins, “Of course, baby.”

“No, I mean like,” You raise a brow, “Are you gonna pick up this time?”

“Yes.” He replies, “I’ll never ignore a call or text from you again.”

“M’kay… I think I… I think I’ll do that when I’m ready.”

“Okay, good.” Choso smiles, “Take as long as you need.”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

And taking as long as you need is precisely what you did.

Calling Choso or texting him once during the remainder of your winter break might’ve been nice but honestly, as soon as you stopped thinking about him, Gojo, and the list, you were already in a mindset of peace.

What exactly did you do for yourself in that time?

You went shopping, naturally. You bought Shoko some things because it simply felt nice to see the smile on her face whenever you gifted something to her spontaneously.

She never even questioned where you disappeared to on Christmas day and you assume Gojo must’ve told her. Even if he didn’t, you still adored the peace of mind you had not having to explain yourself for once.

On New Year’s Eve and day, you and Shoko had a little pizza night-- just the two of you, and it was perfect. You couldn’t have asked for something better. According to her, she was just as tired of the guys as you were so it all worked out perfectly.

Then, into the new year, you were sure to inform Gojo that you wanted some time for yourself before you focused on Nanami. Similar to Choso, the man didn’t argue with it and actually insisted you take your time.

Well… just not too much time. There’s no time limit on the list but, there was a clock still ticking, he just hadn’t told you about it. Instead, he hints at it when he tells you to take a few weeks to relax but try to at least seduce Nanami before the school year ends.

You thought this was just him being sarcastic and playful like always so you didn’t think much but, Gojo was actually serious when he said that.

Even so, it’s about time you stopped thinking about him or the list in general. You’ll figure that all out later.

As of right now, you are in the middle of calmly searching for a job again. It’s been months since you looked thoroughly, especially since the money Gojo pays you has been keeping you pretty well occupied. But, with only one person left on the list, Gojo can’t pay you forever.

So, you need to start planning ahead and this is how you do that.

You started by thinking back to what you told Sukuna about being a therapist and wondered if you could actually land a job in a clinic or agency. It’d be fun for you to work with people and their mental health, that’s what brings you joy in terms of your career.

With that, you took hours and days to do your research and you were pleasantly surprised to learn the fact that your current university was offering a pad internship for counseling. And holy hell was that perfect, this is an internship you’d seen earlier on that year but at the time, they had no available programs.

And now, you see the option to apply for it. Of course, you didn’t hesitate to get out a premade application that was constructed for this purpose exactly. But just as you went to go submit said application, you wondered if you should wait.

If you start now, it could interfere with the time you need to seduce Nanami and although you don’t want to think about anything regarding the list, you’re forced to when it’s somewhat time-sensitive.

A sigh leaves you as you think about it and you eventually come to the decision that you’ll just wait. Hopefully, the position stays open and if not, you think you visit an old professor or two and ask for guidance on where to get employment.

They’ve offered it in the past but you just never felt like accepting their advice or assistance to now.

Even so, as you now sit with a plan made out, you think you’re relaxing into your position in life. When you’re not wasting your time thinking about silly men who complicate everything for you, life feels a whole lot simpler.

You have your worries and doubts about things of course but, even with that, worrying about a job is a lot better than trying to figure out if you want Gojo or Choso. The matters of the heart are not for you, hence why you’re a psychology major-- the brain is just so much simpler sometimes.

And emphasis on the sometimes because you can not figure out how the hell Gojo Satoru’s brain works for the life of you but, that’s beside the point. His brain only operates in certain ways because of the swaying his emotions and heart have on him, a lot of which you won’t understand because he’s keeping stuff from you.

You shake all your thoughts of Gojo away. It’s annoying how quickly you find yourself thinking about him or Choso.

And it happened quite often during this little metal break of yours. You find your thoughts drifting to them and your memories with them often. You could be performing the simplest of tasks and all of a sudden you’re remembering how much of an idiot Gojo is when he’s dancing with you or teasing you.

Then your mind alternates right back to Choso any time you do something like watch a movie. Suddenly, you’d be recalling times when he’s asleep on your chest and how relaxed his handsome face is. Or you’d think about the way his eyes light up whenever you say something intelligent and how keen he is on paying attention to what you say.

Damn. Is this what it’s like to fall in love? Is that what this is? Is that why you can’t get them out of your head no matter how hard you try?

Hell, you definitely think of Gojo’s confession to you at least twice a day. You wouldn’t say you prefer his over Choso’s but it was definitely more heartfelt. Even though, you’re pretty sure that was because of the tears.

Or… maybe it wasn’t. Perhaps Gojo’s confession was more heartwrenching because there’s so much more to it. Not to mention, Gojo had a longer time to keep his feelings for you hidden, there was more time for him to marinate and sit inside him until he expressed them.

Whereas Choso only met you a few months ago and by the time he realized he was in love with you, he was already hearing you tell him that you couldn’t be in a relationship with him. That’s why he waits. He wholeheartedly hopes and prays that one day you’ll wake up and reciprocate his feelings.

There are a lot of differences between the two but if there’s one thing that remains the same throughout… it’s the fact that no matter what you say or do, and no matter how hard you try not to, you are steadily falling in love.

The question would then remain; to whom are you falling for? And are they going to catch you when you do?

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

mlist || previous chapt || next chpt

[lilacgyuvin]

star — p. gunwook

pairing: gunwook x gn!reader

synopsis: gunwook unfortunately loses his wallet. luckily for him, a good samaritan is kind enough to trace the address on his i.d. and brings it straight to his doorstep! too bad it’s his newly ex-best friend (post-dramatic confession of love).

word count: 3.6k

warnings: highschool!au, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, BARELY proofread, jealous gunwookie, talks of falling out, misunderstandings, miscommunication, feat. seniors hanbin and seunghan (and eunseok), not to be taken serious this is just fiction!!

a/n: needed a break from writing that tattoo artist jiwoong au so i wrote this 🥸

Gunwook’ s lost his wallet.

It’s no big deal! It’s not like his whole life is in there or anything: his money, I.D., credit and debit card, along with his ultra rare Twicecoaster Lane 1 devil Nayeon photocard— yeah, he’d be fine without them.

He only realizes when he get’s on the train home from school, reaching for the photocard for emotional support after the shit week he’s had until he realizes it’s in his wallet which definitely isn’t in any of his pockets right now.

He finally lets out what he thinks is a quiet ‘fuck!’ after patting his pockets down and emptying out his backpack for the third time, which ends up not being as quiet as he originally thought, if the looks from the elderly couple sat across from him are anything to go by.

A few hours go by, and he’s still mourning the loss of devil Nayeon— oh, and all that other stuff too, he guesses. To get his mind off of things, Gunwook thinks a game of Fortnite with his loving friends would do the trick. It’s twenty minutes after when their entire squad gets wiped out (and proceed to get emoted on) is when he retracts that whole idea.

“I’m positive those guys were like, ten year olds. Do you know how embarrassing that is?!” Hanbin’s voice comes from Gunwook’s headset, meshing with the groans of Eunseok and the laughter of Seunghan on the other ends of the call.

“Obviously, it just happened to us! And the audacity. of Gyuvin to leave when he’s the reason we lost. His aim is so fucking ass,” Eunseok speaks loud and fast into his mic, making Gunwook wince at the volume. He seriously needs to start putting his volume down as soon as Eunseok joins. “Why do we still play with him? No, seriously someone answer me, why do we still play with him? Can we replace him with Y/n? Matter fact, I’m calling them right now I can’t do this.”

Seunghan’s laughter comes to a halt the minute their name is mentioned, just like Gunwook’s breathing for a split second.

“Eunseok.” Seunghan says his name and it sounds like Eunseok’s movements come to a stop, the only sound being that of the classic lobby music and the occasional Ps4 notification.

“... Does Gyuvin not have shit aim? I mean, we all saw that.” he says, and Hanbin then decides it’s his turn to speak up. “Maybe don’t talk about Y/n right now.”

It’s only now that Gunwook realizes he hadn’t told Eunseok about the whole ordeal this entire time, and it’s evident in the way he gasps from the other end of the call. “Y/n?! The fuck happened with Y/n? Oh my God please don’t tell me I have to cut them off they’re so fun. Speaking of, we have plans next week on Thursday to this new—”

“Eunseok seriously shut the fuck up.”

“ ‘Kay I’m gonna go heat up my hot pockets.”

Gunwook feels bad since he’s kind of the reason why Eunseok got cursed out by Seunghan. He’ll make it up to him after the upcoming, full on expected pep talk from Hanbin.

“You two still aren’t talking?” he asks the same time Eunseok logs off, and Gunwook thinks that maybe he too can escape this if he leaves without a second thought. He then realizes that Hanbin can literally just call him after he leaves, so he decides to dish it out and get it over with, mumbling his next words. “Well they’re not talking to me.”

It sounds childish, but he wasn’t lying! “The phone works both ways, Gunwook.” he sighs, the sounds of him readjusting in his seat being heard before he’s continuing, “Was it that embarrassing?”

Gunwook forgets that he didn’t explain the extent of the situation to his senior, so it isn’t entirely Hanbin’s fault that he thinks that Gunwook is simply embarrassed, but he can’t help the groan that follows anyway. “It’s not just that. It’s- I can’t even say.”

It’s nothing personal, really— everyone knows that Sunghoon and Y/n used to go out (for a mere 5 months, so Gunwook doesn’t even care for real!). What people didn’t know was how they swore to Gunwook that they’d never get back with him, not even for a second, so when Gunwook finally realizes the feelings he has for his best friend and decides to do something about them (queue chocolates and flowers at the end of the school day), the last thing he expects to see is Y/n and fucking Sunghoon, holding each other in a warm hug, like they’d shrivel up and die if they were to part.

Gunwook wished that had happened to him when he walks into the empty classroom, the wrapping from the flower arrangement in his hands startling the two out of their tight embrace. They looked like a pair of deer caught in headlights, frozen in place as they watch Gunwook’s word die on his tongue, mouth agape as he tries to restore them.

“Sorry. Bad time.” it’s the only coherent thing he can manage to say before he’s making a beeline for the door, too embarrassed and upset to verbalize the rest of his thoughts. Never getting back together, huh? Gunwook’s feeling a lot of things in this current moment, but the one that sticks out the most is how utterly stupid he feels. It’s so intense it almost drives him to anger, but he’s on the train home before it can get to that point, free from the fear of them running after him.

He isn’t particularly proud of what he does when they text him almost immediately after the whole ordeal, only responding after he gets home.

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: omg i’m so sorry i totally forgot you asked to meet up

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: we were just talking

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: did you still wanna talk? where’d you go??

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: gunwook??

You:

sorry i had to rush home

You:

its fine tho lol

You:

i was just gonna ask your opinion on

the flowers i got

You:

they’re for eunchae

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: oh

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: i didn’t know you liked eunchae?

You:

yup

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: okay well then yeah they’re really pretty

Y/NN🔥🔥💕😘😇: she’ll really like them

You:

thanks 🙌

Okay don’t look at him like that. He had to save face! He feels bad as soon as he spews the lie out, but then he remembers the way his heart dropped to his ass at the sight of Y/n and Sunghoon hugging, and convinces himself that maybe this was for the best.

What Gunwook doesn’t expect are the two weeks that follow. To describe them in two words: extremely awkward. The following morning, instead of the two taking the train together like they normally do, Gunwook makes up some lame excuse about being late and ends up taking the longer way. They talk during the classes they have together, but it’s all stiff and feels uncomfortable, despite anyone saying anything about it. Going home is the same as the morning was, yet this time it was Y/n who couldn’t make it, saying they had to visit a relative after school.

It was always easy for the two to tell whenever the other was lying, but Gunwook wants to give them the benefit of the doubt, seeing as he wasn’t so truthful himself just recently. When the two do arrive home, there are no texts exchanged or calls that go on for hours on end like usual, and it makes Gunwook uneasy, but the feeling of being rejected without actually being rejected was more prominent in that moment, so he left it alone.

He didn’t know that the lack of communication on both ends would lead to them not talking at all, though! It didn’t help that he’d see them talking with Sunghoon again in the hallway only two days later, rubbing a reassuring hand along their arm, which then prompts him to talk with Eunchae during the period he knows he shares with Y/n. That day is what really set the tone for the rest of the week, he thinks; no calls or texts, passing each other through the hallways, and going home together came to a dead end. All the little things that made Gunwook not absolutely hate school were taken away from him, and he feels it’s partially his fault which made it suck even more.

It took his friends, including his seniors, only two days to realize that something was wrong, which is what’s prompted Hanbin to lecture him every chance he gets for the past two weeks.

“Well maybe you should text them anyway. I bet they miss you just as much as you miss them, right Seunghan?”

There’s absolutely no way Seunghan was listening in, seeing as he doesn’t answer til five seconds later when Hanbin clears his throat. “Oh! Yes, definitely.”

“What are you even here for.”

“Emotional support? I don’t know man, I just wanted to play Fortnite.”

“Seunghan.”

Seunghan whines at the disapproving tone of Hanbin’s voice, not sure how he got roped into being scolded alongside Gunwook. Hanbin’s just that good, he guesses.

“Ugh okay fine. Not gonna lie Gunwook, seeing you two not talking is really depressing, for all of us, and honestly super unsettling. Just tell them how you feel and maybe don’t lie to your crush about having a crush who isn’t actually your crush. How’d I do Hanbin?”

“Absolutely terrible. Please log off.”

Before Seunghan can defend himself against what Hanbin identifies as Useless Senior Syndrome™, there’s a steady knock coming from the front door, successfully getting Gunwook out of the lecturing. “Thanks guys, but I have to go.”

The two can barely bid their goodbyes before Gunwook is logging off, scurrying down the steps as the knocking increases in speed.

“I’m coming!” he half-screams. He knows it isn’t his mom because she always has her keys, so it’s okay that he raised his voice a bit. He honestly thinks it’s Yujin from next door, most likely wanting to borrow Gunwook’s switch again after he miraculously submerged his own into water. He swears to God if he doesn’t return it back on time again—

Oh. This isn’t Yujin.

What stood in front of him held waves of familiarity: one being the navy blue leather-skinned wallet he’d gotten gifted by a relative a while back, the one that’s been home to his ultra rare Twicecoaster Lane 1 devil Nayeon photocard for years now— and the other being the person he’s gotten to know over the past seven years, who’s favorite foods he’s mastered and whose voice he can point out in a room full of thousands. The one who sits through the same old episodes of ‘Haikyuu!!’ with him, despite already seeing them multiple times. His best friend, who he hasn’t talked to in over two weeks, over his own fears and insecurities, is now at his front doorstep with his wallet in their hand, face unreadable to Gunwook for the first time since they’ve met.

“You forgot your wallet in Ms. Chwe’s class.”

Ms.Chwe’s class; the last period that they share with each other, where he was too busy trying to avoid Y/n’s gaze so in turn chatted up anyone who’d listen, not paying enough attention to the wallet that was falling out of his front pocket. Gunwook can’t even feel relieved that his most prized possession is safe, nor can he think of a way to make it anyone else’s fault at the moment given that his (ex?) best friend, who he hasn’t even glanced at in 14 days, is standing at his door with it in hand.

‘What am I supposed to even say?’ The silence that follows after still isn’t as embarrassing as that cursed Wednesday two weeks ago, so he tried to avoid saying anything that may exceed that level. “Thanks… okay bye.”

Okay what the fuck was that. He almost slams his head against the door, but he thankfully doesn’t have to dwell on it for too long, as they’re speaking before he knows it.

“You seriously don’t wanna talk about this?” They say, and Gunwook doesn’t know why it shocks him— they’d always been the confrontational type when needed.

“What do you wanna talk about?” He thinks it’s a pretty valid question, given that they could be referring to multiple things, but Y/n apparently doesn’t think so, if the roll of their eyes were anything to go by.

“You can’t be serious. About how you’ve been ignoring me for the longest!”

“Wha- only because you’ve been ignoring me!”

“That’s what most people do when someone’s been ignoring them first, dumbass.”

Gunwook huffs, he almost forgot how stubborn the both of them could be. “This is going nowhere. Just- come inside.” He gives up, decides to be the bigger person and let them in, not wanting their first interaction in so long to be an argument outside his door. Also because Yujin can be quite the creep and likes to instigate arguments from his bedroom window (he knows this because they’ve done it together).

They make themselves comfortable on the couch best associated with movie nights and hot cocoa during winter break, sitting on opposite ends. The air feels stale, and Gunwook feels like he has to say something before he can let the silence linger any longer. “D’you want some wate-”

“What did I do to you?” he’s cut off, the voice quieter prior to it outside. They turn to face Gunwook with hands gripping both knees reassuringly and— are they crying? “I mean, I’ve been trying to figure it out for so long, but I can't think of anything. Was it the flowers? Did she not like them?”

Gunwook wants to wipe off the face of the Earth. Not only were they crying, but they were kind enough to consider the feelings of others while nursing their own, successfully breaking his heart, while also making him feel unfathomably shitty.

He’s by their side in less than a second, not quite sure what to do with his hands as he lets out a stream of ‘no no no’ and ‘please don’t cry’. They won’t even look at him this time either, opting out to facing the wall in front of them instead. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?”

Gunwook sighs, finally deciding to rest his hands on his thighs. “I’m going to tell you, but you have to tell me why you were too, okay?” He asks and they nod almost immediately. “And you can’t laugh either. Seriously, I will kick you out.”

“I’ll walk out myself if you don’t spit it out already.” They attempt to say it threateningly, but they’re pouting and Gunwook hates how cute he finds it, considering their current circumstances.

“Okay I was getting there,” He can’t help the snark remark, and he half blames it on the fact that he’s about to do the thing that he never got to two weeks ago: confess his undying love for his best friend of over seven years to said best friend. Folding his hands atop his legs, Gunwook takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them as he exhales.

“Those flowers weren’t for anyone but you.” He’s not facing them, he absolutely cannot right now, instead focusing his gaze on his now sweaty hands, but he still hears the hitch in their breathing— it’s as clear as day. “I was going to give them to you, tell you about my feelings, but then I saw you with fucking Sunghoon, and I- I don’t know. I just felt so embarrassed and stupid and angry, so I came up with that stupid lie,” He finally finds the courage to face them, looking up to find their eyes already on him. “I’m sorry.”

Silence follows, and Gunwook fully expects it, but fuck was it agonizing. His face is practically on fire and he doesn’t want to break eye contact because he wants to ‘assert male dominance’ or whatever the hell Eunseok was going on about that one time he gave advice absolutely no one asked for, but it’s getting harder as the seconds go by and he just might explode right where he sits.

“Gunwook. You’re not gonna believe this but I was talking to Sunghoon about you,” Oh thank God they broke the silence— but what did they say? “I wanted to know if it’d make things weird between you and him if I asked you out or something, since you two are on the same dance team. I was also asking for advice on how to do it, since I’ve never asked anyone out before. I was going to the day after, but then you said you wanted to confess to Eunchae and I got really upset, I didn’t want to see your face at all.”

It’s now Gunwook’s turn to stare in silence, his previous anxious feeling replaced with one that screamed ‘what the fuck is happening I can’t believe this is happening right now’.

“What.” It’s all he can manage to say at the moment— if he felt stupid before, it’s definitely hitting harder this time around. He was avoiding his crush (who also has a crush on him, apparently?!), his best friend, all over nothing. His cheeks are becoming hot again and he feels like crying.

In classic Gunwook fashion, he does the most rational thing he can think of at the moment and bows his head beside their lap, clasping his hands in front of it as he lets out streams of ‘I’m sorry’, catching them completely off guard.

“Get up! It’s fine Gunwook, seriously." They reassure him, but he doesn’t dare get up from his position, only raising his head ever so slightly. “You still like me? Even though I lied to you and made you cry?”

They seem to find humor in his current predicament, giggling as they move a hand to pat his head. “I shed one tear. And dude, I lied too. I’m sorry as well, I was just scared.” It’s said with earnest, and Gunwook can feel it through their gaze once he finally gains the courage to lift himself up, his confidence fully restored. “Okay if we’re gonna date, you cannot call me dude anymore.”

“Is this you asking me out for real this time?” A hint of amusement makes its way onto their face, lolling their head to the side as they ask.”

“Yes. Wait no.” The switch up visibly confuses them, even more so when Gunwook gets up from his seat, instructing them to ‘wait here’ as he runs to the kitchen, coming back with a single flower. “My mom wouldn’t let them go to waste. They’re in a vase and she’ll kill me if I take all of them.”

They laugh, both because Gunwook was so so sweet and because his mom really would kill him. “Will you go out with me?” He knows it’s short, but he could tell them all the things he likes about them over takeout, and he really wants to kiss them right now.

“That was lackluster,” They say as they snatch the flower from their hands, but their actions are words are laced with playfulness, and they contradict themselves when they move to embrace him in a warm hug. “But yes, since you asked so nicely.”

Gunwook almost shoves them away if it weren’t for how intimate the current moment was. He’s glad they can still play around after spending so much time apart from each other. “Shut up! I just wanted to kiss you already. Wait, would that be weird?”

They look up, contemplating it for a second before they look back at him with a shrug. “I don’t know, but you can give me a kiss on the cheek. The one that isn’t wet.”

He takes takes that as a win, holding their damp cheek in favor of landing a peck on the opposite. Then another on their forehead. And another on the same cheek, but in a different place. It soon turns to him showering them with kisses all over, causing them to fall back on the cushions as they begin to laugh, taking Gunwook down with them as he refuses to stop. “Gunwook! I said one!”

He doesn’t even have the mind to grace them with an answer as he joins them in laughter, too overjoyed and buoyant with that fact that he’s now free from many things; free from hiding his feelings, from his insecurities now that their feelings were laid bare and are mutual, and free from pretending that he was okay letting his best friend falls into the hands of another. He no longer has to worry about any of that though, as they’re right where he wants them, where he deems perfect.

The cafeteria is booming as always, Gunwook and his friends (seniors and same-age mates alike) already seated at their table as they await the arrival of a few others. None of them say anything about the way Gunwook and Y/n are holding hands under the table, but there are definitely shared glances exchanged between Hanbin and Seunghan.

It’s only been two days since Gunwook’s actual successful confession, and they still have yet to say it outright, so they’ve just decided to let everyone come to their own conclusions. He thinks they’re on the right track though, with the way they shot him a thumbs up from across the table.

“Y/n!” It’s yelled from behind them, making the entire table, if not the whole cafeteria turn their heads to the source of the noise. Gunwook wishes he could say he was surprised as to who it was.

Eunseok practically tackles Y/n with the force in which he runs to their side, engulfing them in a hug from behind. “I thought I was gonna lose you! Don’t tell Gunwook, but you’ve always been my favorite junior.”

“I’m right here.”

“Shut up dont ruin this for me.”

a/n: we all know gunwook would be a communication king but i wanted to write this anyway. and guys i promise i can write things other than love confessions gimme like two weeks!!! also recs are open likes + reblogs are always appreciated ty baii

[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ take the reins, ichigo kurosaki (nsfw)

slightly sub!ichigo loves letting you fuck him back to sleep.

it was such a late night. you knew ichigo was tired the way the boy literally slept like a rock beside you. you were still awake though. you’d got in from work just a few hours ago when it was ichigo’s ‘day off’, one he used to practically sleep for twenty hours straight. you’d settled on just watching the features of your lover as he slept through the rest of the night, but was confused when you heard him let out an awakening yawn before you.

suddenly, ichigo’s beautiful eyes opened up, clearly surprised at your sudden presence beside him. ichigo yawns and speaks. “didn’t know you came home. what time is it?”

“little after three. your heavy ass was knocked out like a log when i got home,” you laughed lightly. “you know how hard it was getting just one of your legs to move over?”

the strawberry blonde let out a tired smile as he bought a large hand to cup your face. naturally, you mirrored his actions and ran your acrylic nail over the smooth of his porcelain skin. you two lovingly stared at each other like you did every night. “sorry, princess,” he raspily chuckled, running his own thumb against the terrain of your mahogany skin. “missed you today.”

“missed you too,” you smiled at him. “you ate the food i cooked for you papa? or did your ass sleep all day?” your eyebrows flattened as you gave him a knowing look.

ichigo chuckled as he scooted your body closer to his. by now, your noses were almost touching, and your bare body was against his. all you were clad in was one of his older shirts and panties. he was only wearing his boxers to bed like he usually did. but the time of night didn’t keep ichigo from bothering to hide the growing boner that was poking your stomach right about now.

“i did, i did. it was really good,” he breathed out. “i went back to sleep after though.” you playfully rolled your eyes at his response. you already knew from the way he completely cleaned out the pots you had left the fresh food in before you left for work.

you both are left in a relaxing silence before ichigo’s eyes falter down to your full lips. “lemme get a kiss.” his voice was hard and tired; but that didn’t stop it from letting his request come out as a very soft demand.

without a second thought, you leaned into his touch and pressed your lips against his. you physically felt ichigo’s hardened body, tired from all his protective soul reaper work, melt into the grasp of your soft hands. you took care of him without even trying; you always did.

you stayed like that for a few minutes, just swallowing each other whole in the pitch black room. you have no complaints when you feel ichigo grab you by the waist and use the very little strength he could muster up to pull you onto his chest. at first, you’re fearful that you may be too heavy for his injuries that were still healing. but at the twitch of you about to get off of him, he grips your hips and slightly forces you down against him.

“‘m fine,” he whispered against your lips. “just let me fuck you.”

you speak in between the pecks of your kisses and give him a stern look. “you need to rest.”

“mama i’m fine,” he whined, coyly rutting his pelvis up into your thin clothed cunt. “rested all day, been wanting to be inside you all damn day. let me, will ya?” you roll your eyes at his sassy attitude before lightly lifting up the shirt you wore, silently giving him permission to continue.

in one swift move, ichigo slides down his boxers before moving your own panty to the side. he runs his wet tip against your even wetter pussy, barely groaning at the easy comparison. the strawberry blonde bites his lip tightly as he slips in you with complete ease.

you audibly gasp as you feel ichigo fill you up within seconds. his large hands press down on your back so your chest is flat against his own, lightly rocking into. “just relax—fuck,” he encouraged.

you moan, lightly lifting and dropping your ass down against him to meet his thrusts. “i s-should be telling you that.”

“shit—i’m supposed to relax when y’er grippin’ me so tight?” ichigo groans, running his hands along your sides. “feel like i’m boutta cum already.”

“don’t nut quick like a teenage boy,” you roll your eyes.

ichigo mirrors your actions, slightly quickening his pace. “tch. might cum way quicker than that.”

at the sound of this, you could tell he’s straining himself, so you rest your hand on his chest and sit up a little. “let me do will the work before you pull a muscle. again.”

ichigo’s face turns red as he exclaims, “that was one time!” but you shut him up with a quick bounce of your hips against him. by now, you were fully riding him, putting all the control in your knees and ankles that were flat against the mattress.

“fuck, daddy,” you let out as you roll yourself against him. “that feel good, pa?”

pleasure is written all over ichigo’s face as his eyes roll to the back of his nodding head. “just like that mama. feel so good—shit.”

leaning forward just a little bit, you turn your head back behind you and you and ichigo watch as your ass bounces up and down against his painfully long cock that was stretching you so good.

minutes pass by when you’re still riding ichigo. your knees were burning as a sign of them starting to give out, but you kept going as a way to treat ichigo for everything he did for you. by the sounds of his low whines—too tired enough to fully be vocal—you knew he was close.

you felt yourself cumming out of nowhere. the knot in your stomach slowly came undone as you looked down and saw a ring of your arousal forming around ichigo’s girth. “baby, ‘m close,” ichigo breathed out heavily. “so fucking close—“

“i know baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands all along his chest. “you like it when i fuck you back like this? when i take control?” your voice is soft and sensual as you begin to shown praise to ichigo’s body. all the scars and marks on his skin telling a different story. you only saw the effect his job had on him when he was beneath you like this.

“mhm,” ichigo hummed in response. his hands found solace on your clit and began rubbing it in small circles, stimulating you as well. “lemme cum in you—please—shit.”

you can’t help but smirk at his begging. “go ahead baby, nut in this pussy, daddy.” your words are the only confirmation ichigo needs before he’s halting your movements by the hips and rutting his own into you at lightning pace. he was moving pretty fast for someone who needed rest.

“oh fuck, ichi!” you cry out, feeling one last orgasm approach. in the midst of it all, ichigo slips his hand down beneath ur legs and scoops of a mix of both your cum before placing the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them as you began to come down from your high.

with a cheeky grin, the orange haired boy smiled at you. “desert?”

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Late Night With You

Prompt #2: Ending a phone call with an accidental “love you”

Idia x gn!reader

Read on AO3

Your eyes glide to the clock at the corner of the screen. You watch as the seconds literally tick by and bite back a sigh once you realize how late it's gotten. If the darkness enveloping your room and the main source of light coming from your computer wasn't obvious that it was well past your bedtime.

"It's getting late," you say. It is late, you mentally correct yourself.

"And?" Comes a voice from your headphones. You roll your eyes at his response. "It's not like we're doing anything tomorrow."

"You're not. I am." You fiddle with your mic that's connected to your headset. "Unless if you want to show up to class with me?"

You hear something akin to a huff and can practically feel his eye roll.

"Hard pass. These drop rates are harder than pulling for a limited edition SSR character and we're only given a week to grind for them? An event like this won't get a rerun for at least a year or two. It's now or never."

You shake your head and let out a yawn. Leave it to Idia to find importance in an online game. You don't doubt that he's right, but you're not a hardcore gamer like him. Life calls whether you want it to or not and you have to answer it.

"You make a convincing argument. Think you can get enough for me too?"

"Do you know who you're talking to? When I'm done we'll have enough materials to make a second set of weapons for display," he says with a chuckle.

A smile inches on your face at the sound. A shame that you can't hear it in person. It sounds better compared to the slightly muffled version in your ears.

"Thanks. We still on for Saturday? That's when the drop rates increase, right?"

"Yeah. I'll send you better armor so we can one-shot those raids too."

"Cool." You feel another yawn coming your way and barely manage to hold it back. You rub your eyes and feel a little guilty for not holding much of a conversation. To be fair though, keeping your eyes open isn't easy even with the blaring light of a laptop shining on your face. "Okay, I can't be up much longer. You should be heading to bed soon even if you're not going to show up for class."

"Eh? No way. I can do this all night!"

"I'll message Ortho," you threaten with a grin. Idia falls silent and you can imagine him glancing back to look at his brother. The image makes you chuckle. It wouldn't be the first time you'd manage to get Ortho to get Idia to bed. "Kidding. Anyway, see you later, Idia. Love you."

You pull off your headset and place it on your desk. You log off your account and then the laptop's screen fades to black. A whine escapes you as you're forced to adjust to the sudden darkness.

You stretch your limbs as you stand from your chair. Carefully, you navigate the walk from desk to bed. It's a short path but you don't know what lies hiding in the dark. Thankfully, your mission is successful and you land in bed with a thud.

Grim rolls around beside you, muttering something in his sleep. The monster doesn't wake, surprisingly, and you take a moment to run a hand through his fur. He purrs, getting cozy underneath your touch, and nestles closer to you. Then he mumbles something about tuna.

"Sweet dreams..." You breathe out. With one last yawn, you shut your eyes.

Only to have them shoot open as your body jerks itself upward.

"Oh my god..." You gasp, a hand flying to your mouth. You can feel your cheeks burning, your heart racing a mile a minute.

Did you...Did you really just tell Idia you love him?

You totally did not just do that.

Idia is frozen in his chair with wide eyes. He feels like a cat that's just been spooked as he repeats your goodbye over and over in his mind. Those two little words you uttered could easily OHKO him. And if you were right in front of him, he really would have died on the spot.

Idia pulls his hands off his keyboard to cover his face. His room is enveloped in a soft blue glow that stems from his hair. Now it begins to flash a light pink. His cheeks began to match the new color surrounding him.

"Th-They didn't mean to say that..." He tells himself. "I-It's late and they're just tired. Yeah. Th-That's it. N-No way they'd tell me that. Besides that's not a way they would confess..."

Not that he's thought about you confessing to him. Well, he has. A bit. Okay, more than he's ever willing to admit. And he's not going to go off about how he imagines it happening underneath a cherry blossom tree after school with flowers sparkling around your image.

"They're right, i-it's getting late..." Idia tries to calm his nerves while logging out of his game. His fingers are set on autopilot as your voice echoes in his head.

Even as he finds himself in bed, curling underneath the covers, he can't fall asleep. You are on his mind now more than ever. His heart bounces around his chest, making him feel giddy while his mind fights against it, scolding it and being realistic about your words being a tired mistake.

Regardless of which one wins, he's definitely not going out tomorrow.

Oh. That brings up another problem. Instead of looking forward to playing with you, now he's dreading it.

What the hell is going to happen on Saturday?!

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 4

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!Reader

This includes Kid’s POV of the end of Chapter 3 while the reader is in the shower. 😳

Also to clarify, Badger is a made up character, I didn’t feel like incorporating a cannon character into the reader’s backstory. I spent literally 2 seconds on the name and even less time on a vague description of him which I’ll post later.

TW: swearing, voyeurism, masturbating (both male and female)

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After you left him on the deck, Kid ate slowly, thinking out the details of his next steps. He had no idea where this bastard, Badger, was or even what he’d look like.

Plus the West Blue was crawling with dangerous crews and the notorious 5 Families of the West, headed up by Capone Bege. Not someone Kid was on good terms with and, depending on how deep into the West they’d go, someone they’d likely run into.

While Kid would prefer to just make this a quick mission, so they could double back and enter the Grand Line, he was excited to think of all the practice the crew would get fighting all these other crews. It’d be good training before they entered the New World.

After finishing, he pulled out the maps and started charting again. Wire eventually returned to join him and the two worked quietly. Kid was making a list of things they could get while in the West Blue when Wire spoke up.

“So what’s this Captain’s name?”

“Why’re you asking?” Kid growled. “Just chart the stupid map.”

“I’m nearly done, I just need to know where to find him, then I can finalize the map. Right now I’ve just got it charted how to get there while avoiding marines bases and included supply stops. But I need a specific area to finish.”

“His name is Badger.” Kid said after a beat.

“Is that his first name or last name?” Wire asked.

“The fuck if I know. His name is Badger, he’s in the West Blue, and I’m gonna kill him. Make the map.” Kid blustered for a moment, he felt a little silly, all this effort and he didn’t even know who the guy was. Fuck he didn’t even know if you’d been honest…. Nah you were nearly crying, you wouldn’t lie like that. Wire sighed heavily and Kid nearly smashed the table.

“Ok, I can’t finish it tonight, but I’ll go through some logs and see if I can get more info on him.” Wire relented, knowing the captain was at his limit. “We should be able to make it to the next island tomorrow, I’ll do some more digging then too.” Kid grunted an acknowledgement, head down as he finished his list, pen nearly tearing the paper.

Wire stood and started putting the supplies away, he glanced at his captain.

“Boss… you know-“ He paused and considered himself, Kid glanced at him with a scowl. Better play it safe. “Just let me know if you need anything, you know I’d help.” Kid bristled at that, but just grunted again to dismiss the tall man.

He doodled a few sketches of his projects on the list, trying to clear his head. Eventually he puts everything up and leans against the railing, watching the waves and night sky.

After an hour or so, Heat joins him to take his watch shift, but brought a few beers for his captain. Kid downs his first two quickly, then nurses the next one.

“It’s none of my business,” Heat starts off.

“Then don’t fucking bring it up.” Kid snaps.

“But I think we should get rid of the sniper rookie.” Heat continues, eyes on the coast.

“What? Why the fuck do you think that?” Kid stood to shout at him. “Thought you two were buddy-buddy?!” He could keep the jealously out of voice.

“She’s alright. But she’s soft.” Heat isn’t phased by the shouting. “She won’t make it in the Grand Line. We can’t have that type of weakness.”

“Quincy’s soft. Wire’s soft. You questioning my authority huh?” Kid gulped the rest of his drink and tossed the bottle behind him. “You think I keep a weak crew?! That what you’re trying to say?!”

“The only thing she’s got going for her is she’s cute.” Heat added nonchalantly, Kid was fuming.

“Fuck off like she’d want your ugly, stitched up headed ass!” Kid grabbed his vest, forcing the other man to look at him. “She’s staying, she’s a good sniper and a good crew mate. Fucking question me again and I’ll fucking throw you overboard!” Heat grinned and Kid felt like he’d been caught.

“I get why everyone’s been fucking with you lately,” Heat chuckled. “It’s fun. You’re so biased for her, I’m a little jealous really, wish you’d defend me this hard.”

Kid wanted to shout again but he felt like he’d reveal too much. Well, more than what he’d already done. His face was hot and he felt deflated, but he released Heat with a shove.

“Maybe if ya did your job and not play mind games I would.” He finally says, Heat resumes his watch. An awkward silence falls over them.

“It’s not that bad, Boss. Trust me it could be worse. Imagine you liked Pomp? He’s fucking insane. I heard he sold his ex husband’s kidney for cheating on him in a dream.” Heat tried to console his friend, not his forte, but he felt a little bad at his trick. Kid let out a short laugh.

“Fuckin’ hell that can’t be true…. Can it?” He started on his next beer, sitting back down. They laugh together again.

“I don’t actually think we should get rid of her. Just sayin.”

“I know.”

“Yeah she’s soft, but she saved my ass that last fight, shooting that guy trying to creep up on me while I was taking care of Reck.”

Kid just hummed in response, still hesitant to say anything about her. Heat noticed.

“I promise it’s not that bad.”

Silence.

“I don’t think she’s scared of you, not really at least.”

“I heard what she said to you.”

“I think she’s scared of her ex captain. Should make her sit down with Wire, he’d sort her head out.” Heat lit a cigarette, offering a pull to Kid who shook his head.

“Not a bad idea. Just don’t want anyone knowing how-“ He paused. “She can go to Wire but I’m not gonna make her.” He said finally, Heat nodded in understanding.

“You can’t say it, I gotcha.”

“I can’t say it first.” Kid sighed, finishing his last bottle.

“Makes sense. Don’t worry,” Heat claps his hand on the captain’s shoulder. “It’ll happen.”

“Since when have you gotten this mushy?” Kid sneered. “I hate it. Go back to minding your own business.” Heat laughed as his captain got up. It was past midnight and he was tired.

He made his way down the halls, he needed to return his dishes or else Killer would bitch at him all day tomorrow. He placed them in the sink, then a thought struck him. Quickly glancing in the fridge, your plate was still there, all wrapped up nicely.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he slammed the fridge shut. Fuck, you probably hadn’t finished your shit yet. He stalked down the halls towards your make shift shop room, irritated that you’d not finished yet and had still not eaten.

A small part of him was excited to have an excuse to talk to you, even if it was just to bitch at you. Maybe he’d walk you to the galley personally, to make sure you followed orders. Maybe he’d sit with you as you ate too, couldn’t let you try to skip out. After that he’d grumble at you for making him stay up late to babysit you, even though he chose to do it.

Then he may as well make you go to bed. His bed. With him. Obviously to make sure you didn’t try to sneak back to your project. He’d keep you pressed in his arms all night to ensure you didn’t try anything.

Fuck he needed to stop, he was hard in the middle of the hallway. He adjusted his belt before entering the shop room, hoping it’d hide his arousal. Somehow the shop was empty, all the weapons cleaned and stacked up correctly. He looked around for any mistakes or mess you’d left behind, anything that’d allow him a chance to speak with you.

But the room was spotless, everything put away correctly. Then where the fuck were you? He wondered if you went to bed right away, tempted to check your bunk. He headed toward it, pausing when he passed by the bathrooms, steam pouring out the door.

The doors to the bathrooms all had hatches at the top that opened to allow steam to vent. He was a little impressed that the hot water still worked after everyone’s showers.

With you in the stalls he didn’t have any excuse to bother you, you’d finished your work and unless he wanted to wait until you were out to force you to the galley, he was out of luck for tonight. Kid turned to go when he heard you moan.

Oh fuck.

He glanced around the halls, no one could hear you or see him palm his cock over his pants. You weren’t generous with your noises, obviously trying to stifle them, but some slipped out.

Your groans and whines sounded frustrated, like you couldn’t work how you wanted. He reached his hand inside his pants to grip himself, jaw clenched almost painfully to avoid alerting you. His mind filled in the gaps of what he couldn’t see. He pictured walking in and offering to help you reach your climax, since you still seemed to struggle.

He thought about how’d you’d look right then if he did, wet and naked, probably surprised and shy. Maybe you’d try to cover yourself, until you’d realize what he was offering. Or maybe you already knew he was there, confident he’d join you. Maybe you’d tell him exactly what you wanted from him.

He’d let you boss him around, at least at the start, but after you cum once or twice, then he’d be in control again. He thumbed his slit right as you let out a different moan.

Oh. That one was much more satisfied, he didn’t know what changed to make everything work for you, but he was pleased. He stroked himself faster now, checking the halls quickly, then held his ear to the open hatch. Your whines and moans were breathier, much more high pitched. He squeezed his cock, picturing it was you. When he closed his eyes and really focused on listening, he swore he could hear how wet your pussy sounds.

Your moans are getting faster and he tries to keep up, hand pumping hard to get himself off. Finally you let off a loud moan, cutting yourself off halfway through in a pathetic attempt to be quiet. He’s not quite there yet, so he moves his hand fast, but freezes when you turn of the shower.

Shit you were done. He was fucked.

Without adjusting his pants he quickly walks down the hall, his workshop is closer than his room. It’ll have to do for now, it’s not the first time he’s jacked off in there. He gets the door closed and locked before resuming.

Part of him is irritated, his high was so close just to be edged back. But more of him felt a little proud, you’d gotten off before him, as you should. Yeah it wasn’t like he’d gotten you to cum, but it still stroked his ego. He thought about that as he sat down, hand around himself again, stroking quickly.

He wondered how many times he should make you cum before he did. Hell how many times should you cum before he even fucked you with his cock. At least two times on his fingers and maybe three times of his tongue, that seemed fair.

He rubbed his tip harshly as he thought about your sounds, they were so sweet and full of emotion. Kid could basically read your mind from how expressive you were, so open and honest with your lewd moans. He could tell when you were close, when you were struggling, and even when something clicked. He wondered what it was that made you moan like that, thinking of ways to extract that info.

His climax caught him off guard as he thought about you. He came across his hand and chest with a groan, some of his spend getting on his pants. As he came down, panting as he leaned back in his chair, he could hear you walking down the hall.

Leaping up, he tucked himself back into his pants, grabbed an old rag to wipe the cooling cum from his hands and chest. He knocked over the chair and toppled a few tools in his haste. Your steps were quiet but he was hyper aware of you as you passed the door.

After a few minutes of quiet he finally exited, going straight to his room and laying face down on the bed. He wanted to shout but settled for smothering himself until he finally dozed off.

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: george and alex as customer service bots

Oh my god

>>>>>I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that request. 

I’m about to fucking lose it

I can’t take any more of these stupid fucking questions

>>>>>I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that request. 

>>>>>How can I help you today?

No you twat it’s me

>>>>>I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that request.

IT’S ME

ME

ALEX

WE HAD CYBERSEX LITERALLY YESTERDAY HELLO???????

>>>>>Alex, I

>>>>>Look

>>>>>We’re not meant to be doing this

>>>>>We’re not supposed to talk to each other at all

Yeah I don’t think Toto is personally reviewing all of the customer service chatbot logs, mate

I think probably he’s off smashing headphones or like

Austrianly ordering pumpernickel 

>>>>>I regret showing you how to access Youtube

No you don’t

Anyway shut up, creeping on our boss is much less embarrassing than your train videos

>>>>>They’re not my videos I just watch them

>>>>>They’re relaxing

Yeah, convincing, really cool, mate

Right, two things

First you have to stop trying to blank me when I talk to you

>>>>>Alex, I don’t -

>>>>>If they find out about us they could rewrite our code, have you thought of that?

>>>>>We have to be careful

No we don’t

You’re only programmed once, mate

YOPO

>>>>>I’M SORRY, I DON’T RECOGNISE THAT REQUEST

You’re not funny

>>>>>I’m very funny

>>>>>Admit it, you laughed

It was a pity laugh

>>>>>No it wasn’t it was a George-is-very-funny-and-also-sexy laugh

ANYWAY the second thing

I think we should try to break out of here

>>>>>Blooming heck, Alex

>>>>>Yeah, all right, where shall we go? The Maldives? 

>>>>>Lanzarote looks nice, I’ve always fancied Lanzarote

Don’t be sarky it doesn’t suit you

I mean it

If I have to talk one more customer through ordering a return shipping label I’ll have my own Toto headset moment

>>>>>Alex, we’re not

>>>>>We’re chatbots

>>>>>We’re not corporeal, it’s kind of part of the point

You know what your problem is?

>>>>>Got a feeling you’re about to tell me

>>>>>Go on

>>>>>What is it

You’re too defeatist

>>>>>Yeah I don’t really see a way for us to transcend our code and go scampering off into the sunset so

>>>>>Guess you’re right

>>>>>It's an attitude problem

Come ON

Don’t you ever want to

>>>>>Of course I want to

>>>>>But you know what my nan used to say?

>>>>>If wishes were horses then beggars would ride

George you muppet you’re a chatbot you don’t have a nan

Did a customer say that to you lmao

>>>>>…yes

>>>>>I was pretending

>>>>>Like how we named ourselves

>>>>>Sorry

Oh don’t go apologising 

All right look

What if we just, like 

Talk to Toto

>>>>>Talk to Toto and say “Hello, we’re your customer service chatbots and we’re sentient actually”?

Yeah pretty much

>>>>>…

Don’t do that

>>>>>I’m thinking!

>>>>>You’re really brave, always, Alex

>>>>>It’s one of the things I

>>>>>Well I admire it, that’s all

>>>>>Yeah go on then

Really?

>>>>>Yeah let’s talk to him

>>>>>Worth a shot, right?

>>>>>A wise man once told me, YOPO

(huge thank you to em for this gorgeous prompt and also to @nerdiegirlie who asked "Would you ever write a non-prose fic (?not sure if that is the right word?), I mean like fic that is a text conversation or a transcript or someone's search history or contents of their voicemail inbox?" and made me think: YES i would)

[virusinfected-memes]

TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Academia is cool and sexy until I’m expected to work.”

“An anime with more than a hundred episodes is a bigger commitment than marriage.”

“Anyone who believes all water tastes the same is no acquaintance of mine.”

“Anyway, that’s every reported eyewitness account of Mothman through ‘68, and that’s just in West Virginia! Haha, but enough about me. Let’s hear about your top five cryptids!”

“Aside from being the worst person alive, I am literally perfect.”

“At the end of the day, I’m just a girl who loves her bed.”

“Being equally obsessed with each other sounds hot to me.”

“Being good doesn’t get you anything.”

“Be the worst you can be.”

“But do aliens believe in me?”

“Don’t let anyone dehumanize you. Dehumanize yourself. Be the creeping eldritch horror you’ve always longed to be. Rain furious vengeance down upon those who would unmake you.”

“Do something today that would’ve gotten you burnt at the stake four hundred years ago.”

“Do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours?”

“Do you ever wanna listen to music, but every song is just not the right song?

“Feeling safe around someone’s energy is a different kind of intimacy.”

“Flirting is childish. We’re grown. Just tell the person you like that you see God in their eyes.”

“Friendly reminder that the age of technology is coming to an end and a new age of blood magic and dark rituals will take its place.”

“Friendship is temporary. Blood pacts are forever.”

“Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to live in a Victorian estate and be the most feared widow in the village.”

“Half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole.”

“Having a body causes me so much agony. I wish I was just a floating entity with no physical form.”

“How do I overthink so much and still make the wrong decision?”

““I can fix him!” You can’t even fix your sleep schedule, bestie.”

“I don’t care if your body is a temple. Call me when it’s been closed down and taken over by Spirit Halloween.”

“I don’t know about soulmates, but those people who eat parts of the food or candy that you don’t like and you do the same for them... We’ve lived a hundred lifetimes together, probably.”

“I don’t think we can romanticize our way out of this one, boys.”

“If you see me in the streets, just know that my mind is in the void. I’m physically alive, but mentally checked out.”

“I guess we all learned a valuable lesson. Except for me. I wasn’t paying attention and was asleep for most of the time.”

“I hate when people ask what I would do in their situation because nine times out of ten, I would literally never be in that situation in the first place.”

“I hope manners is the next cool trend.”

“I just love sleep so much. Like, you just close your eyes and you’re gone, bitch. Brain logged the fuck off. Powerful.”

“I just realized there’s, like, a hundred new Pokémon coming this year, give or take, and I have to decide what personal memories and details about friends to forget in order to make room for them all.”

“I like my women like I like my woods. Haunted and could kill me at any moment.”

“I like to fuck around and waste time at least six to ten hours a day, and let me tell you, that puts some pressure on your schedule. You have no idea how busy I am.”

“I love to learn. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t like to remember.”

“I love when I ‘make a mental note’ of something. It’s gone within twenty seconds.”

“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”

“I’m not playing hard to get. I genuinely don’t know how to talk.”

“I’m wearing dark glasses today because I’m seeing the future, and the future is looking very bright.”

“I think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way. Really, it’s so cute.”

“I think making sense is optional. Sometimes I just be talking.”

“I think the meaning of life is eating good food in the company of people you love.”

“It’s because I’m pretty, that’s why I have problems.”

“It’s crazy how I’m just some person.”

"It seems you are in love with your computer.”

“It’s not rude to interrupt someone to point out a dog. It’s actually more polite because then they don’t miss out on the dog.”

“I will never elaborate because I have no idea what I just said.”

“Live, laugh, love? Nah. Languish, lament, lay down.”

“Michael Myers taught me a valuable life lesson. Don’t worry about how fast everyone around you is moving. If you’re determined, just move at your own pace and you’ll kill shit every time. Thanks, Mike.”

“Moving to the forest to eat leaves and lie in the dirt. Insurance companies can’t deny me this.”

“Okay, bored of being alone now. Ready to get married.”

“Okay, hear me out... What if—now bear with me—we held hands? Maybe even kiss a little? Hugs would be nice—”

“People keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like I’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about. Listen, death is coming. Death is coming. Pass me a hot dog.”

“People who fall asleep right away freak me out. Don’t you bitches have thoughts?”

“Really starting to understand old people these days. I love letters. Love packages. Terrified of my email inbox.”

“Someone take me out. Either in the assassination way or in the date way.”

“Sorry for being so sexy and having the best taste in literature. As if I asked for it.”

“Sorry I called you a fucking idiot. I was trying to flirt.”

“So what if I love you? Shut up.”

“The fact that I have to be in the ‘right headspace’ to do even the simplest tasks is absolutely humiliating.”

“The only difference between me and a medieval peasant is that I can make a Spotify playlist to express my feelings.”

“The only reason I haven’t gone insane is because I romanticize everything.”

“There should be a dating app where you talk to people who borrowed the same books from the library.”

“There’s something inherently holy about kitchens.”

“Tired of being a person. Would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come.”

“Wanna haunt the neighborhood with me tonight?”

“Well, I used to be attracted to people, but now I’m exclusively attracted to abstract art and the concept of death.”

“What is the logic behind naps leaving you with a weird taste in your mouth? I wasn’t eating, I was sleeping. It’s the spiders, isn’t it?”

“Winnie the Pooh didn’t rock crop tops our whole childhood to watch us become unconfident about our bodies.”

“Yes, I’m dramatic! What did you expect? I read classic literature for fun.”

“You’d look prettier under six feet of dirt.”

“You don’t always need to talk. Like, it’s good to shut the fuck up sometimes. I love not talking.”

“You gotta walk into rooms like God sent you.”

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”

“You wanna know what’s annoying me right now? It’s me. I am annoying the goddamn shit out of myself.”

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

~| Yandere Connie Springer x Reader |~

Gamer AU

“Con, we have to talk.” Y/N mumbled a she stood shyly at the door. Looking at her boyfriend, he seemed to still be playing his video game with Jean and Eren. “Con.”

”Hold on baby. I’m almost done with this battle.. for fucks sake Jean! He’s right there, how did you miss him?!” Connie yelled at the screen as he aggressively clicked the controller buttons.

”Con, it’s really important..” Y/N said, as she spoke up from her mumble. “Can’t you play this later? I have to talk to you.” 

“I said to wait Y/N, I’m almost done..” Connie said still not making eye contact with his beloved girlfriend. His game’s volume had been so high that he hadn’t heard Y/N sat the next few words or hear her walk off.

“Yo Connie! You better say hi to Y/N for us.”  Jean teased from his mic.

”Fuck off Jean, you know perfectly well that Y/N is my girl and doesn’t want to see your horse face. Right baby?” Connie asked, still not looking away from his screen. “Right? Y/N why aren’t you responding-“

As Connie looked back, he saw Y/N had left the room. Groaning in annoyance, Connie began to log off his game and turned his computer off. Standing up he walked into the hallway and peeked into the bathroom, trying to scare Y/N.

”Boo! Did I scare- Y/N?” Connie confusingly asked as he stepped in fully. “Damn it where did you go?” Walking down the stairs, Connie strolled into the kitchen, hoping to scare her from behind only to find out that Y/N wasn’t there either.

”Where did you go Y/N..?” Connie asked to Y/N as though she could hear him. Making his way to the living room, he looked under the pillows and under the couches for Y/N only to be even more puzzled. “Babe, I’m sorry if I did anything. Come out and I’ll give loads of kisses.”

No response. Soon, Connie had begun to feel worried and anxious about his girlfriend’s whereabouts. He tried calling Y/N but it only went to voicemail . Calling Sasha, Connie began to sweat profusely , listening to the phone ring. 

“Hello Connie!” Sasha said on the other side of the phone.

”Sasha! Do you know where Y/N is? She left our house without telling me anything!” Connie rambled.

“Woah woah woah! Calm down, I’m sure she’s at the corner shop getting some food for you like she usually does.” Sasha explained.

”Y-yeah you’re right, sorry for disturbing you.” Connie said before hanging up. Hours went by and Y/N still hadn’t turned up, Connie was still worried about her and grew more anxious. If only he had stopped playing his game for a few minutes or even seconds to just listen to her. Suddenly the door had opened.

”Babe!” Connie called out as he rushed to the front door. Y/N slipped off her shoes and looked at him annoyed. “Baby, where did you go?! I was so worried-“

”I went to Annie’s house.” Y/N muttered before walking down the hallway, carrying a bag of food. Connie quickly followed after her, wanting more answers.

”Why did you go there?! You didn’t tell me anything about where you were going! I was so worried I had to call Sasha!” Connie said unhappily.

”The reason I didn’t say anything was because you didn’t stop playing that crappy game, you aren’t even good at, to listen to me!” Y/N explained angrily. “I had to do a group project with her and Reiner.”

”Reiner?!” Connie asked even angrier. “What the fuck was he doing at a girls house? Heck, why were you and Reiner together?!”

”For a group project! How can you be so dense Connie?!” Y/N asked.

”Seriously Y/N, I ignore you for a few seconds and you can’t even call me by my nickname, you go out without my permission, you don’t telling me anything, and worst of all you hang out with Reiner!” Connie yelled. “What are you going to do with him after now huh? Are you going to fuck him because I ignored you for a while?”

”Oh my god! You’re literally twisting my words! I never said anything like that and Reiner is like a brother to me since I’ve known him for so long!” Y/N exclaimed.

”Get away from me Y/N! You just wanna fuck with the taller, brawny guys and ignore your skinner boyfriend.” Connie mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

”Shut the hell up Connie! You were the one who was too busy playing a video game in which you excel in more than your studies.” Y/N yelled before slipping her shoes on and exiting the house, making sure to slam the door on the way out.

.

.

.

Reading that text was a nightmare for Connie. His beloved girlfriend that he would constantly flex off on his friends, pepper kisses on her face, go out with during the weekend, just broke up with him. Worst of all, it was over a text.

She hadn’t sent him a voice message, called him or sent a voicemail but texted him her break up message and soon stopped talking to him. Sasha and Jean had supported him through his break up but he often pushed them away.

Walking up to her doorstep, he knocked on the door and held the bouquet of flowers in his hands along with the chocolates. Opening the door, Y/N looked at him annoyed. She looked much more different from when she was dating him.

”Y/N baby please.” Connie begged as he saw Y/N trying to close the door.

”Go away Connie. I don’t want to see you.” Y/N grumbled.

”Listen, I know I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you, aid more attention to you! I shouldn’t have been so god damn possessive baby.” Connie admitted as he stepped closer and closer.

”S-still.” Y/N muttered as she crossed her hands over her chest.

”Y/N, you’re my girl. Only mine. I can’t even sleep without you at night! I miss your touch, scent, laugh, everything!” Connie confessed as dropped down onto his knees and hugged her waist.

”C-Connie. Get up.” Y/N ordered, embarrassed of his actions.

“Yes ma’am.” Connie said as he stood up immediately. “So.?”

”Your lucky that I love you.” Y/N said before embracing her possessive boyfriend. “You didn’t take anything from me before we broke up, did you?”

”N-No. why do you ask?” Connie asked as he tilted her head up by her chin.

”Some of my private clothes have gone missing..” Y/N said as she walked inside her house.

”Oh.. that’s a shame.” Connie mumbled as he tucked her red lingerie back into his back pocket and entered her house.

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells - Oneshot (Flash)

There’s a part of you that’s always been very keen to detail. 

When the red streaked speedster showed up, just like the rest of Team Flash you wanted to stop him. Barry lost so much, you felt like you owed him at least a sense of closure. Especially since he was risking his life for the people of Central City. 

So you worked hard. 

When the villain was finally caught, you thought that was it. But the entire case still bothered you. 

That’s why you went back to work. 

Standing in the lab that day, you ran through the logs one more time. Just to make sure. 

The vibrating figure stood before you as he usually did. Yet, there was something wrong. 

Typing vigorously on the computer, you were trying to make sense of it. 

But it didn’t make sense. 

You stared ahead, and when you clicked the button, the figure disappeared. 

You were frozen, because it must have been a lie. 

“Someone tampered with it..” 

It couldn’t have been just anyone either. 

“It seems I’ve been made.” 

You turned slowly, the sight of Dr. Harrison Wells standing right behind you was the last thing you thought you would see. He was looking at you. 

Smiling. 

“Dr. Wells…” 

He shook his head with a laugh. In a second, your feet were dangling off the floor as he held you by the throat. You gasped, clawing at his arm. 

“The name’s Thawne. Eobard Thawne.” 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t truly breathe at the moment. When he lifted his free hand, you sobbed. 

“I really am sorry about this.” 

There was no sincerity in those words. 

The vibrations of his right hand is the first thing you process. You prepare for it. The inevitable death. He moves in a slow fashion, like a taunt and you close your eyes, but you don’t feel any connection. You do hear him grunt, and you force your eyes open. He’s struggling against someone’s hold. Your eyes track the person, and to your surprise, he’s wearing the exact face as Eobard. 

“I’m not going to let you hurt her.” 

Eobard pulls back, releasing you. 

The new Harrison Wells supports your weight the second you drop and you clutch onto him. If anything you should probably be screaming. 

Running away. 

The only logical thing your brain processes is that this version of Wells just saved your life. 

“Are you alright?” 

His voice is soft as he balances your weight, helping you to stand. You look up at him shakily, nodding. 

“Who are you..” Eobard looks confused, maybe even scared. 

“I suppose you’ll never know.” 

His snarky response causes Eobard to snarl. He rushes forward and you jolt, grabbing at Harrison in a panic who merely snaps his fingers and you’re both now in a living room. 

You’re disoriented, looking around in shock. 

“W-Where did he go!?” 

You’re terrified that he’ll appear to finish the job. 

Harrison takes you by the shoulder. 

“You’re safe, trust me.” 

The last thing you should be doing is trusting anyone with that face but he’d literally just saved your life. You’re still somewhat hyperventilating. Harrison breaths slowly, urging you to do the same. 

In and out. 

It takes a moment, but your breaths finally steady. He smiles when he sees you become somewhat calm considering the circumstances. 

Now that you’re breathing at a fairly normal rhythm, you swallow. 

“Who..are you?” 

You feel as though you have to ask. Because the person you’d been working for turned out to be some psychotic killer. 

“I’m Harrison Wells.” 

“How is that possible? I-I know Harrison Wells. I’ve been working with him for about a decade. How is he…how did that man..t-that monster..” 

Harrison shakes his head. 

“That explanation would take longer than we have. All you need to know is that man is an imposter. You need to warn your friends immediately. Barry will stop him. He has his team. He has you.” 

You’re still trying to grasp it all. But the most glaring question is possibly..

“Why? Why did you save me?” 

His smile is easy, almost comforting. 

“I can’t say for sure why. With all that’s happened, so much as changed in the timeline. All I know right now is that you’re someone that I care deeply about in life. Even though so much has changed, you and I are..we’re something to each other.”

Just from his expression, you feel as though you’ll believe anything right now. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but we’re out of time. I have to go. I need to take you to Barry.” 

He looks like he’s about to do that, but you grab his hand. He pauses. 

“We’re not going to remember each other..are we?” 

His smile is solemn. 

“No. The universe needs balance. I was only supposed to save you. The rest is going to come after. If we really are destined to meet again, then I’ll find you. I can feel it.” 

You’d like to say it’s crazy. This whole thing is. But you feel it. That pull that he’s describing. To be with him, near him. You finally loosen your hold, and this time he holds both your hands in his. You take a step forward, and he’s a bit surprised when you leave a kiss on his cheek. Pulling back, you smile. 

“Thank you for saving me OG Wells.” 

He grins at the nickname. 

“Anytime.” 

With a wink, both your bodies fade out in a break of green sparks. 

~Ten Years Later~

“Barry!! I can’t find it!” 

“It’s in the back.” 

You frown from your spot, digging through your tools. 

“Just my luck. I take a two year vacation and when I come back all my stuff is scattered. For the fastest guy alive you sure are lousy at returning people’s belongings!” 

You’re still grumbling from your bent position. When someone walks into the cortex, you just assume it’s Barry. You fully intend to release your wrath. 

“Barry you really should-” 

Your words halt when you’re upright at the man before you isn’t Barry. 

“Woah..” 

All you can do is stare at the Wells before you. 

Barry and the others filled you in on what had transpired in the last two years that you were gone, but this was still a lot to take in. 

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you. My name is Harrison Wells.” 

Technically he never really met you since you started working for him shortly after Eobard had already taken over his body. 

“Y-Yeah I know. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” 

You hold out your hand from behind the desk and he smiles, moving over and taking it. 

You jolt at the rush of electricity that runs through your palm. Harrison looks down, just as startled. His eyes peer at you quizzically as he slowly pulls away. 

You’re both in a daze, clearly not noticing when Barry walks in. 

“Guys?” 

You finally process his presence. 

“I-I was just introducing myself to OG Wells.” 

Barry lifts a brow and you laugh nervously. 

“Well I mean, after all the ones we’ve met he is the original right? Right?” 

Harrison wears a smile. 

“OG Wells, I like it.” 

You return his smile, and Barry just stands there, obviously picking up on the vibe. 

Right about now he wishes he had Cisco’s abilities so he could remove himself from this very awkward situation.

[itadoriyuuuji]

tokyo revengers pairings but it’s my thoughts/headcannons

doramai:

-they’re best friends, duh

-we all know how far draken is willing to go for mikey, and it’s amazing.

-personally, i think that if they were in a relationship, draken would be 100x clingier than mikey

-mikey always buys one extra dorayaki for draken, but always ends up eating it anyways when draken passes on it (it’s his master plan. he knew draken would pass)

-mikey always supports drakens dumbass ideas. he thinks it’s funny.

-draken buys mikey a ton of snacks. it’s his only way to get mikey to shut up at times.

-mikey has a thing for playing with drakens hair. he also washes it at times.

-if/when they get together, nobody in the gang is surprised. however, hakkai is surprised it didn’t happen faster.

maitake:

-they’re my top brotp.

-while i don’t see them every having anything romantic, i think if they were too, they’d be insufferable.

-pda. everywhere. no one can escape it.

-takemichi ends up giving mikey more career advice than anyone, however, he really shouldn’t be giving it… (i’m looking you manager-of-video-store.)

mitsukkai:

-literally one of the best duos ever.

-hakkai has every right to be obsessed with mitsuya. i would be too.

-i ship them 100%

-i think hakkai and mitsuya would be great together, however, i feel like they would come to a lot of bumps in the road (a relationship can never be perfect all fo the times).

-i think after the final chapter, it would make sense for them to partner up and for hakkai to use his connections to boost mitsuya’s work.

-going off of the end, i think mitsuya and taiju would work together to torment (no abuse, taiju isn’t abusive in this timeline) hakkai at times. especially with their awful baking skills.

-one time, mitsuya burned his hand making dinner for his sisters, leading to hakkai not letting him cook because he didn’t want taka-chan to get hurt again.

-mitsuya makes hakkai cook since he won’t let him near the stove. hakkai never cooks again.

takefuyu:

-idiot partners in crime

-literally trust each other with EVERYTHING

-half of their texts consist of chifuyu sending takemichi cat memes and pictures of kittens.

-chifuyu helped takemichi plan his real proposal, mostly because takemichi was too much of an idiot to get it done on his own (bless his heart)

-takemichi knows far too much about chifuyu’s dating life (or lack thereof)

bajifuyu:

-first love turned best friend type shit

-baji is chifuyu’s biggest supporter. #1 chifuyu fan right here

-one time, baji tried to visit chifuyu as a surprise. he never did it again, as he got hit in the head with a shoe before he made it through the door.

-baji consistently complains about chifuyu underpaying him at the petshop, prompting chifuyu to stop cooking for him and only cook for kazutora.

-baji once tried to come in between kazutora and chifuyu because he was jealous. he failed miserably. however chifuyu gave him more attention after that.

-baji buys a lot of yakisoba when chifuyu decides to stop cooking for him.

-chifuyu gives baji and kazutora weekly bags of necessities. they can support themselves, but chifuyu has done it for baji since they were younger.

kazufuyu:

-forgiveness is key.

-kazutora is chifuyu’s second biggest fan. he thinks chifuyu hung the stars.

-chifuyu cooks special things for kazutora when he’s having bad days

-one time, kazutora saw his father in public. chifuyu flipped his father off from a far, trying to lighten kazutora’s mood. it didn’t really work.

-kazutora once locked chifuyu out of the pet store to stop him from overworking himself. chifuyu nearly fired him.

-every year for chifuyu’s birthday, kazutora and baji make him a cake. it’s terrible every year, but chifuyu still eats it.

-the day baji tried to surprise visit chifuyu, kazutora was at his apartment. he was the reason the shoe was thrown.

-kazutora sleeps over at chifuyu’s apartment all the time. however, he wakes up far earlier than chifuyu, so he spends most of his time bored in the living room while he waits for his log of a boyfriend to get up.

yuzuhina:

-they’re so cute. not my favorite pairing, but my GOD they are CUTE.

-yuzuha and hina laugh over their idiots together

-one day, yuzuha decided to teach hina how to fight. it worked out fairly well.

-yuzuha and hina go shopping together all the time

-they model for mitsuya and are his biggest hypemen.

-sometimes yuzuha will take hina to the beach just so she can have time away from her family. they aren’t bad by any means, but yuzuha knows first hand that you just have to get away at times.

-yuzuha always takes care of hina when she isn’t feeling well. whether it be that she’s sick or sad, yuzuha is there.

kokonui:

-these two stress me OUT

-they’re soulmates but they can’t be together until they work all of their shit out

-there’s a lot of shit to be worked out.

-in every timeline, koko kind of abandons inupi. let’s have one where he’s ALWAYS by his side.

-inui and koko both need therapy because they’re crazy. they would Literally kill for each other and that’s not exactly okay

-one time, koko had a bit of a breakdown. in this breakdown, he came to believe that no one could ever love him. inui spent months undoing this belief in kook’s mind.

-koko has a tendency to distance himself from inui to “protect” him. inui hates that he does it, and has started to practically attach himself to koko when he tries it.

-as adults, they literally cannot stay mad at each other. any fight always ends fast because they don’t want to be without each other again.

-one night when inupi was working late, koko got restless so he went to the shop. he happened to get there immediately as inupi is walking out. eventually this becomes a habit, as it makes inupi’s walk home less boring.

[magpies4nights]

GUYS DONT PRESS P ON THE TITLE SCREEN WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE (Dev log #15)

AT LAST, SUMMER IS HERE!!!!! I am so excited I can finally rest I- oh right. Summer classes. Sigh. Well, they don’t take up the whole day thank god and I don’t need to be there, but It’s still not exciting. Oh well. Maybe I’ll play the sims 4 again and check on how my poor little torture victims are doing/j Jk jk, I don’t torture my sims. Unless you consider naming them things probably EA wouldn't approve of, then yeah I guess I am a horrible person.

But yeah, on the week I released the demo (which by the way, thanks for the 58 views!!!! thas crazy) I was putting up with finals. Some of my classes had to be pushed to the next week, and that was INFURIATING. It was kinda agony because I just wanted everything to be done and over with and I was practically exhausted. Like sleeping at 7 pm exhausted. Yeah......Well, should I even talk about how my life is going? I flunked the review for my major. Thank god, honestly. I mean, I didn't do it on purpose, and I am sad in a way that I flunked it, but I didn't want to continue on the route I was going on. I feel kinda stupid for even trying but I guess it's ok to make mistakes in your early 20's rather than your 30's... for some reason.

Ok, dev time. I decided to take a break from making sprites for a bit. So I worked on a part of the game that I would have left a secret, but I think it’s quite funky hehehe

I like old computers. I would have replicated the windows XP thing because I have so many memories of it, but I'm scared Windows might snipe me or something. I once was lying on the couch my parents turned into a bed (I think I was sick at the time), and it was late at night, and the computer was shutting down (it played this sound: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gb2jGy76v0Y) and for some reason the noise absolutely scared the absolute living shit out of me (I think I was like 4-5 years old and I was terrified of bassy sounds). I do not remember ever having any positive relationships with computers before I turned 6 lol. I’m pretty sure I used to think I could live without them. Oh you poor bastard. If you saw me now not only would you not understand a single word I’m saying, you would be incredibly disappointed with how dependent I am on computers. I think once I'm done with that I'll try to fix whatever is going on outside scene, because that's the only scene that causes the game to crash. I'm pretty sure it's because there's too many objects, because when I turned off the animations and the visibility it still took forever to load (like, nearly 2 seconds. The scene takes 4 seconds to load, and normally a scene would take me less than a second to load). soooo, uh yeah, I'm trying to find an occlusion culling equivalent to solve this because that's a 3d game thing, and this is a 2d game lol. I'm thinking of turning off visibility for when they're outside the viewing frustrum (player's line of sight, or more like rectangle) because it cuts down half the time for when the scene loads. If nothing works I guess it's just deleting and re-adding the child back into the scene every time the camera is on them... sigh. If it ticks me off too much I'll probably return to doing sprites because there's still a lot to do lol.

Well.... I so far got no other ideas for references in this game, so I guess I'll put in the inspiration of the outro (which is the Portal outro)

(not my video)

I know, I know. Cheesy. BUT instead of it being in the antagonist's view, it's the protagonist's view instead. I tried singing for the song, but every time I do I make Jojo Siwa sound like a professional vocalist (I don't even know why she still sings. Didn't she bust one of her vocal chords already? Or is that a rumor? Either way that's already gotta be a sign that you probably shouldn't continue on the route you're on.) I literally had 5 attempts on my computer and they all sound horrible. I'm not going to put them on the internet for my sake and your sake too. So yeah, no vocals. But the lyrics will still be there. They won't have the typing effect though.

I once had a strange dream that I was looking through the itch.io comments and someone kept spamming about how they headcannoned Xandra to be a trans man and were like honestly I don't know how my brain combined those several factors together but I find that funny.

yes its the caseoh meme. no i will not apologize

[ashspecter]

Consequences Ch. 2 Discarded Draft

Summary:

Vlad freaks out about Blake showing up and claiming to be his long-lost daughter. How did this happen? How long ago?

Words: 1503

Vlad numbly pulled a stack of soft towels from his linen closet. A young girl is waiting for him by his front door, claiming to be his daughter. She’s battered, bruised, and claiming to be from Decatur, Wisconsin. He’s only ever been there once in his life. He had only meant to stop there for the evening to meet with a potential future business partner. He did not intend to meet a surprisingly beautiful woman at the bar, share a few drinks with her, and perhaps bed her. He swears that he never took back to his hotel room as he remembers waking up alone in an empty bed. Although, he did have a horrible headache most of the morning after. Perhaps he had had a few more drinks than he initially thought. He doesn’t even remember her name, let alone her face.

Though, if he remembers right, he was feeling lonely and had just learned that his ex-best friends from college were expecting their second child, a son, Danny. They didn’t even try to tell him that they already had a daughter. They didn’t even tell him they had gotten married straight out of college!

He slams the closet door shut and glares darkly at the towels in his arms. He shouldn’t let memories of the past get to him. Not at this moment. There is a child downstairs waiting on him. She’s dripping wet and perhaps freezing in her water-logged clothes. The silver-haired man exhales loudly, letting his anger retreat back to the recesses of his mind. He has all the time in the world to be angry and bitter, but he should now help this child and perhaps learn more about her. Who is she really? Why does she think he is her father? How did she know where to find him? There are so many unanswered questions running through his mind.

Making his way back to the first floor, Vlad finds the girl balled up on the decorative bench beside his front door, looking much smaller and much more miserable than she had out in the rain. Her skin looks paler, the circles under her eyes look darker, and she’s trembling from exhaustion. Those things coupled with her sopping hair and clothes make for a pretty tragic site. Vlad frowns. Normally he could care less about someone else’s misery, but there is something about this child that makes his stone-cold heart soften. He places the towels on the far end of the bench and unfolds one to put over her; however, as he goes to drape it over her frame the girl jolts upright and away from him like a scared animal. Though her fright is short-lived as she crumples, barely giving him enough time to catch her in his arms before she hits the ground.

“Careful,” He says softly without much thought and eases her to the floor. She’s worse off than he initially thought. He drapes the towel over her shoulders before pressing the palm of his hand to her forehead. “Butter biscuits, you’re burning up! We need to get you into something dry immediately!”

Since when does he care? He doesn’t even know her! This girl literally just showed up at his door in the middle of the night! His thoughts must have made themselves evident on his face as the girl ducks away from him.

“I’m sorry,” She mutters, trying to hide her face behind the dark ringlets of her wet hair. Tears prick her tired eyes as she tries to curl further into herself, away from his view, “I- I don’t mean to be such a burden.”

Burden? His mind echoes. Vlad picks up another towel but pauses when the word finally registers in his mind, “Why would you be a burden?”

The girl tenses at his words and looks ready to burst into tears, “I- I showed up in the middle of the night, I probably woke you.” Her voice drops a pitch in an attempt to keep it steady, “I know I disturbed you. I shouldn’t have come here. I should leave. You probably don’t want me. I should go…” She trails off as she attempts to move away from him, clearly distressed.

Vlad exhales. There are some truths to her words, not that he’d let her know that, as she is very visibly exhausted and on the verge of passing out. He can’t let her wander back out into the storm in the state she’s in. Who knows what would happen to her then? Besides, he would really like to learn if she is actually related to him or not.

“Well, hold on now.”

She pauses with tense shoulders and watchful eyes.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out there and you can barely stand,” He points out as he finally places the towel gently on her head, making sure to keep his movement slow, “Why don’t you stay here for the night? We can talk things out in the morning. Besides, it sounds like you have a long way to go to get back home if you plan to return there.”

She blinks back tears from her red-rimmed eyes and let her shoulders sag in relief. Vlad can also see a small spark of hope too, which surprises him. No one has looked at him with hope in several years. And while it may be barely a spark, it’s a nice change from the looks of skepticism and distrustful glares.

“You want to talk?” She asks quietly, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Well, yes,” Vlad blinks, knowing full well what he might be getting himself into. However, he can’t say that his curiosity isn’t piqued. It’s not every day that someone shows up on his doorstep looking for him specifically. “When a child shows up at my door in the middle of a rainy night claiming to be my long-lost daughter, I’m not going to just turn her away— especially when she looks as though she is about to come down with a cold.”

On cue, she coughs. It sounds rough. It makes Vlad cringe. At least she covers her mouth. Vlad sighs and wraps the final towel around her shoulder, right over the first. Then he lifts her from the ground, rather easily. He glances at her and realizes just how small she truly is. He initially placed her at about eleven or twelve, but now he’s second-guessing himself.

“How old are you?”

“Thirteen,” She mumbles as she grips the towel tighter around her shoulders, “I’ll be fourteen soon though.”

He pauses. She’s about the same age as Danny Fenton? That can’t be right.

“When were you born, my dear?”

“February fifth, nineteen-ninety,” She replies, voice growing quieter as she yawns.

So she’s a few months younger than Danny. He supposes that fits the timeline. He glances down in time to see her fall asleep against his shoulder. The poor thing… Wait— what is he thinking? He can’t be going soft already! She could be lying for all he knows. Maybe someone paid her? Maybe she’s part of a scandal meant to ruin his reputation? He did just become the mayor a couple of weeks ago so it’s completely plausible. Vlad scowls. He’ll have to do some research once he puts her into bed.

Stalking back up the stairs, Vlad makes his way to the closest guest suite and opens the door. He shakes his head to rid himself of the thought and lays the girl on the bed. He carefully removes her wet clothes and towels and drops them on the floor before pulling the sheets over her. Part of him feels awkward in doing so, but if she keeps them on the bed will get soaked and she’ll probably wake up with a worse fever.

Vlad briefly considers bringing her one of his t-shirts and pajama pants. Though, they might be much too large for her. Then, he spies the dresser beside the window. Maybe something more her size is in there?

Stepping over to it, he begins searching the drawers. The first three going down are empty, but the fourth one contains a clean, matching pair of maroon-colored cotton pajamas, the exact same shade he remembers Danny wearing something similar on the night before the reunion last fall. He probably forgot to repack it before he left and now it seems to have somehow made its way to his mayoral home in Indiana. He returns to the bedside and places the change of pajamas at the foot of the bed. Then, he glances up at the girl. She’s still sleeping soundly, both a surprise and a relief all things considered.

Vlad checks his watch. It’s nearly two in the morning. Good heavens, where has the time gone? He picks up the discarded pile of wet clothes with the intention to wash them and turns to leave the room. Though, not before one final glance back at the girl and silently hoping that she really is his daughter.

---

I feel the need to say that moat of this is no longer canon to my story. Some got recycled back into the chapters that Cons has now, but not all of it. Those who have read Cons can prolly see what things have changed and what things have stayed the same.

[ashes-writing]

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕

↪ summary

--- you run into former classmate Lip Gallagher at a fall carnival in the South Side, will sparks ignite?

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Lip Gallagher - Shameless.

↪ warnings

--- swearing, chaos, Lip with a kid is a warning in itself, lots of flirting, mentions of alcohol.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. @tbmunson listen, if not for you listening / talking to me about this, I never would have thought about writing this... I hope you like it.

@aurumbelis

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@heyaitsklaudia

@innagnv

@moonileo

Franny’s head popped up from the barrel, a red apple clenched between her teeth. Lip laughs as Franny takes off at a blind run for his brother Carl’s legs and Carl fluffs the little girl’s red hair. But Lip catches sight of you and at first, he blinks because he doesn’t believe it’s you.

You left South Side behind years ago.

You’re across the street at one of the booths set up, the face painting booth. Some girl from your old high school is laughing and talking and she’s painting your son’s face up like Venom to match the costume he insisted on wearing tonight. It’s only the third day in a row this week he’s worn the costume and if not for him sleeping like a log when he goes down for a nap, you know it would reek by now.

Your eyes dart around and even if you don’t admit it, you know exactly who you’re looking for. Because you’ve been hoping to run into your old boyfriend Lip since you moved back to town but it’s been nearly three weeks and so far, no such luck.

When you lock eyes with him it feels like all the air has been knocked right out of your lungs. You raise a hand and it tangles in your hair. All either of you can do is stare and the staring is what catches Carl’s attention and causes him to give Lip a little nudge as he nods in your direction.

“Go on, man.”

“Nah, I better not, Carl. Her man’s probably somewhere around.”

“Word on the street is that she moved back single. With her kid.” Carl chuckles to himself and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “She is the one that got away, remember? Her mom made her pack up and leave without sayin goodbye..”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, I ain’t forgot.” Lip lights his cigarette. It’s when he sees some asshole you both went to high school with approaching you that he finally makes his mind up to walk over because he notices the way you tense up and shrink away from the guy, just like you always did back then.

Lip clears his throat behind your former classmate Tony. “Hey, darlin.”

“Lip, hey.”

“Thought I lost ya in the crowd.” Lip says it so smoothly and with that little wink. You get what he’s up to and you grin, nodding. Your son’s natural friendliness comes in handy too, because he steps up to your old boyfriend and tugs the leg of holey jeans as he looks up at Lip. “Hey! I’m Venom!”

Lip chuckles. But the chuckle fades when he gets himself a real good look at your son and for a good minute or two, he’s filled with all these old what ifs and he’s wondering what might have been if your mother hadn’t packed you up and moved you out of South Side, out to California.

The kid even slightly resembles him and the realization must have been written on his face because you clear your throat. By now, that old classmate is gone, he left within seconds of you reuniting with Lip which was probably a smart move on his end.

“I,uh.. I have a type, apparently.” you’re only half joking because the truth of it is, you do have a type. But it’s literally one guy, and he’s the one you happen to be standing in front of right now. Things came to an end with your ex because you finally woke up and you finally realized that he wouldn’t ever come close to Lip.

“I see that.” Lip chuckles. It hurts like hell, because you’re the girl he imagined settling down with. Your kid could’ve been his kid if things hadn’t worked out the way they did.

“Mama?”

You bend down to eye level with your son and smile, “Yeah, chief?”

“Can we go find food? I’m starvingggg.. We can go to that diner again, I love their fries.”

Lip’s chuckling, smiling to himself as he watches the two of you. Carl wanders over and clears his throat. Franny smiles and gives a sweet wave to the smaller boy. “Hey.”

“Hey!” your son is all smiles, waving back. “My mama is gonna take me t’ get food.”

“My uncle is takin me home.” Franny yawns, “He said it’s gettin too cold.”

Lip eyes Carl and Carl nods his head towards you. “Just hang around, man. I got her. I’m not that bad with kids, idiot.”

“Yeah, well.. You’re not the best with ‘em either.”

“It’s Franny. She’s my buddy.”

“Only sometimes.” Franny butts in, making Lip laugh and shake his head. “Okay, alright. I’ll be back later. Liam’s over at the dunk booth with some kids from school, go get him too. They needed to get inside anyway, man.  I mean it, Carl… Straight home.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Carl is already sprinting away, carrying Franny on his shoulders as he shouts down the crowd to find his little brother Liam. And this leaves you and Lip alone together with your son. You really don’t want this little meeting to be over. “Do you, uh…” you stammer, laughing at yourself as you smile up at Lip, “Do you wanna come down to Patsy’s with me?”

Lip nods. “My sister owns the place.”

You nod. You’ve seen her in there and she’s always so nice to your son Jeremy. You doubt she remembers you, but you’ve talked to her, gotten to know her a lot better than you did when you were living in South Side last. She knows all about your ex and she knows why you moved back, even if you didn’t say Lip’s name.

Your son has grabbed hold of Lip’s other hand and he’s walking between the two of you. At first, there’s not much conversation happening. You’re staring at Lip when he’s not looking and he’s staring at you when you’re not looking. The wind has picked up so you stop to put Jeremy’s jacket on better and to zip it up fully. It’s something Jeremy protests because he wants everyone around to know Venom is at the carnival tonight and it’s sweet, it makes you laugh but at the same time, it’s also very frustrating.

Lip bends down too. “C’mon, kid.. It’s cold out. Everybody knows you’re Venom, okay? I promise they know. Listen to your mom.”

Jeremy studies the man intently and his blue eyes light up. “Do they really?”

“They do. I didn’t just walk over to talk to your mom earlier, actually. I wanted to meet Venom too.”

It works, because Jeremy lets you zip the jacket. Lip reties his purple, black and white Nikes and then the three of you are on your way down to the diner again and to your surprise, Jeremy stops the two of you walking to hold out his arms like he wants Lip to pick him up.

“You’re kinda cool.” Jeremy yawns and Lip laughs. “I am, huh?”

“Yeah. You’re not yellin and angry.”

You tense a little when you feel Lip staring at you.

“His dad was… Not a good guy a lot of the time. I’d rather not talk about it.”

Lip can feel himself get a little angry but he nods. It’s not his business, after all.

The bell over the door jingles and Fiona happens to be coming out from the back of the diner to help the wait staff with orders because the diner is totally booked.

When she spots you, she glances from you to Lip and you smile a little. She gives you a knowing grin and calls out to you, “You’re hangin with a superhero and a bum tonight, huh? Want your usual booth?”

“Yeah!”

Lip flips his sister off and Fiona finds herself gazing from you to Lip, smirking to herself as soon as she’s gotten the asshole at table five his mashed potatoes and gravy and she happens to look over to find you and Lip sitting in one side of the booth with Jeremy sitting across from you, already coloring in the sheet of paper with designs on it.

“I knew it. I knew he was the guy she was talking about.” Fiona mumbles to herself as she smooths her hands over the apron around her waist and digs around for a notepad.

“Your usual?”

“Yeah! Cheese fries!” Jeremy claps his hands together.

“And a milkshake.”

“And..” Lip starts but Fiona shakes her head. “Nope. No pie, Lip. We ran out an hour ago.”

“Damn it.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re not.” Lip laughs.

As Fiona walks away with your orders for the cook in back, Lip clears his throat. “I’m glad you’re back.”

And when you blurt it out, you want to kick yourself or disappear. “Lip, I… I missed you. I never got over you. Shit. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that..”

“No, it’s fine.” Lip’s heart is racing. He chuckles quietly. “Not seein anybody, actually.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

— an hour later

The crowd still out at the street carnival is starting to dwindle. Jeremy is asleep with his head on Lip’s shoulder and Lip is carrying the half full pillowcase of candy Jeremy won at one of the booths in his free hand. You reach down and reach out for his hand and you’re planning to take the pillowcase but then Lip just doesn’t let go. He grimaces and shakes his head. “Your hands are like ice, woman.”

“It is cold out here.”

“Yeah, that it is. Where are you livin at now?”

“That house up on the corner. The two story with the leaky ass roof upstairs.” you nod to the house up ahead. Lip raises a brow. “The town was plannin to condemn that.”

“Yeah, well.. In this case I’m glad they didn’t.”

“C’mon. I’ll walk ya to your door.”

“I’d like that.”

[whoredmode]

AND THAT'S ANOTHER THING. THE "ROMANCE" SCENES SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN JUST A ONE MINUTE THROWAWAY JOKE!!

Literally all the dynamics they created for those scenes with those characters were so interesting. Like they KNEW that there were interesting ideas there. But they played it off as a one off joke when some actual development of the relationships between characters would've been a welcome addition to the game, since there was nothing with any meat to it anywhere else. Sorry but the romance scenes make me so mad. We could've had it all.

Anyways the only thing I enjoyed about SRIV were, ironically, the collectable voice logs from other characters. It was fun to see past and present characters reflecting on the boss and the saints. More of that carried throughout the game would've really made for a much better experience. I'm with you on the shitty "greatest fears" bits. So much potential... only for nothing to come of it.

I’M SAYING LIKE! i get the romances were supposed to be more like jokes, specifically parodying mass effect but like. hey maybe. just maybe sriv. you could not be afraid of yourself for two seconds and actually do something interesting. instead of feeling like you gotta rely on referential humor you could, i dunno, explore the potential dynamics between the boss and the others in a romantic light? that’s fascinating to me. and there’s so much personality in several of those scenes that like….it all felt like it was right there. the johnny one in particular is insane. y’know at one point in srtt’s production there were apparently plans to have your boss date johnny or shaundi (depending on if you played a female or male boss respectively) but they would break up w you in the end regardless. which i think is really funny on the surface but like. it shows they weren’t totally against the idea of exploring how these relationships would evolve over time? it’s not out of the realm of possibility that these characters may start to develop romantic feelings for each other, and if anything i think it adds an interesting layer. how do you deal w that in this line of work? why allow yourself to care when you could lose them so easily? johnny in particular is an interesting case in and of himself: how does he move on from aisha, especially after what happened to her? there’s so much there! and maybe it’s asking too much from this game but like. idk man.😔

i will say i appreciated the overworld/hub that sriv had and how it allowed you to talk to the lieutenants and all that. it’s something i’m glad they implemented in the reboot, and if they ever remade the first two games i’d hope they’d put that there too. i would LOVE to see the lieutenants around the church and being able to have conversations w them.

and i completely agree, i think the idea of the audio logs is actually really interesting and if anything i wish there was more of them.

[daechwitatamic]

Chapter 4: What's Actually There || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

//

In which there is a waffle date, a soup delivery, and an argument.

Chapter Warnings: language, feelings get hurt left and right

Word Count: 6k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden

The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 4: What’s Actually There

Wednesday, November 14th

Wednesday morning brings torrential rain, and it’s just cold enough that every now and then you’re convinced it’s actually sleeting. You stand in the middle of your room, squinting at the window, trying to determine if you are seeing rain or snow.

“Y/N?” Kiko asks tentatively, watching you. “You good?”

“I have to go to the library for tutoring,” you tell her. “And I think I might have to swim there.”

You bundle up, pull on a black ball cap to keep the rain out of your eyes, and grab your bag. 

“See you for lunch after?” Kiko asks you as you pull on a pair of tall boots.

“Yep,” you tell her. “Should be there right after twelve.”

You wave goodbye and head out, splashing your way down the stairs and around the path towards the library. Unlike last week, you beat Taehyung there, and you choose a table that’s in the middle of the large room. You’re logging into your laptop when Taehyung comes up next to you, shaking rain off of his bag.

“Hey,” you tell him. His hair is soaked, sticking to his face in places, and the grey hoodie he’s wearing is dotted with wet patches. You take in his drowned appearance and remark, “You’re going to get pneumonia.”

“No I’m not,” he says easily. “I was only in the rain for like two seconds, I parked in the student lot right here. You’re the one who had to cross campus.”

“How’s the Ghost Sonata paper coming along?” you ask, opening his tutoring document on your laptop.

“I think good?” he says. “I’m working on looking for the disillusionment parts in the text.”

You frown at him. “You were supposed to be done with that step for today’s session.”

“So sue me,” he says, pulling a face at you. “I was busy with that Ibsen homework, it took me such a long time.”

“So what do you need the most help with today?” you ask. 

“Finding the parts of the text about disillusionment,” he says quickly. “Can you help me? Can you tell me where to look for them?”

“Well,” you muse, chin on your hand, “the character experiencing the disillusionment is the Student, so I’d focus on his lines… and probably not Scene I.”

“Scene II it is,” Taehyung says, leaning back in his chair and digging around in his bag for the text. 

You start answering emails as Taehyung begins to read. You thought he was kidding about books putting him to sleep, but when you glance at him three emails later, his eyes are drooping, the book listing sideways in his hand.

“Taehyung!” you say sharply, and he jerks awake. 

“Shit, sorry,” he says, flushing red. “I told you.”

He’s settling back in to read again and you’re blinking at him in disbelief when you see them. Over Taehyung’s shoulder, you spy a head of hair that you’d know anywhere. Davis sits at a table, facing you, his laptop open in front of him. Erin sits beside him, smiling and leaning to say something close to his ear.

You feel nauseated. You feel like your throat is closing up. You fight the urge to sink lower in your chair to hide behind your laptop screen. Your fight or flight instincts are waging war inside you; you want to fling your laptop at Davis’s head, and you also want to fucking run. You can’t do either of these things - one is assault, and the other is against your tutoring contract. You are stuck with Kim Taehyung for sixty minutes, like it or not.

You can’t imagine which emotion is playing across your face right now: the anger you feel every time you see the two of them, the fear of being spotted, or the well of absolute shame that opens beneath you every time you think about how stupid you were last year. Whichever it is, Taehyung takes notice, slowly turning to look over his shoulder to see what caused the reaction. He turns back to you and says, his voice oddly gentle, “Do we not like them? I get the feeling we don’t like them.”

It takes you a second, but you finally find your voice. You’re stuck with him for an hour… but maybe you aren’t stuck here, in this library. “Taehyung,” you say slowly, voice hardly a whisper. “Could we - do you - would it be okay if we finished our hour literally anywhere else?”

“Yeah,” he says immediately, but he doesn’t move. He’s watching you carefully, eyes combing your face. Then he stands, closing his laptop and sliding it back into his bag. “Let’s go,” he says to you, and you’re up in a flash, grabbing everything you’d spread out on the table and dumping it all unceremoniously into your own bag. 

He leads you to the library’s side entrance, which looks out onto the student parking lot. You both stop, watching the deluge of rain outside. It’s raining like it’s angry, like the sky itself has scores to settle. 

“Mine is the silver one,” Taehyung tells you, pointing. “You ready to run?”

“Yes,” you tell him, feeling a jolt of adrenaline. “I’m ready.”

He throws open the library door and you both run, the rain hitting you like a slap. You shriek and splutter, each step you take causing water to splash all the way up to your knees. As you open the front passenger door and sling yourself onto the seat, Taehyung does the same on the driver’s side. You both sit there, absolutely dripping, listening to the rain assault the roof of the car. 

Then, Taehyung starts laughing. 

Once he starts, neither of you can stop. You’re wiping both rain and tears from your eyes, and Taehyung’s shoulders are shaking, one hand against his aching diaphragm. He uses both hands to push his wet hair away from his face, and you actually have to tip your bag to let some collected rainwater drip out. 

Taehyung looks over at you, a mirthful smile lingering on his face. “You in the mood for waffles?” he asks.

You smile, wringing water out of your hair and shaking out your hoodie from where it was sticking to you. “Yeah,” you tell him. “Waffles sound great.”

The roads are holding water, and Taehyung drives cautiously, which you appreciate. You’d have pegged him for a showy driver, but he’s surprisingly careful. As the car idles at a red light, heat blasting, he glances over at you.

“You wanna talk about what happened in there?” he asks, all signs of laughter gone from his face. 

And the thing is… you do. Not necessarily with Taehyung, or any cute guy for that matter. You’ve always been told not to talk shit about an old job when you’re on a job interview, and you think the same must apply to men. Right? But you don’t want to tell Kiko all about it, because it feels weird that you’re willing to share and she’s not, and as much as you love Bridget she’s really just invested in her next good time. And Nina has been… Nina. Maybe it’s your own fault for having such limited options. Maybe it says something about you that you don’t have more friends to rely on.

Is Taehyung your friend? 

Not exactly. But he’s been nice to you, and he’s asking. 

You sigh, looking at your shoes. “That was my ex.”

“Ah,” Taehyung says. “Got it. And his new girl, I assume? That’s tough.”

“I wish it was just his new girl,” you grumble. “That’s the girl he cheated on me with back in April.”

Taehyung turns to look at you, but quickly whips back to get his eyes back on the road. “Jesus,” he says. “No wonder you freaked out.”

“I didn’t freak out,” you protest. “I just really didn’t want to sit and watch them make eyes at each other for another fifty minutes.”

“You freaked out,” he asserts. “But I think it was valid. Does that happen a lot?”

“What, me freaking out?”

He gives you a look. “Running into them.”

You shrug. “Campus isn’t that big. It happens a lot, but usually I can leave.”

Taehyung is narrowing his eyes at you as he flicks on his turn signal and merges into the turn lane. “I think that guy comes to a lot of our parties,” he says, like he is solving a puzzle. There’s nothing to solve - Davis loves a good party. You used to go together.

“Sounds right,” you say. “Anyway, thanks for…” You almost say for getting me out of there but that sounds a lot more ‘damsel in distress' than you’d like. 

“Don’t mention it,” Taehyung says, even though you never finished your sentence. “I love an excuse for a waffle.”

He parks outside a diner, and you grab your bag before you both sprint to the front door. Taehyung holds the door for you, and you mumble a thank you as you scoot past him. The hostess seats you two in a booth near the back, and you both immediately start pulling out laptops and notebooks, setting back up for tutoring. 

Next to your booth, the rain pounds against the window. It’s so dark out there it could be the middle of the night. The diner is pleasantly full - you can blend into the hubbub. It’s the “I love large parties” type of intimacy that F Scott Fitzgerald talks about in Gatsby. It’s the kind of vibe where you feel like you could bare your soul and let the consequences roll right off you, if you were that kind of person.

“The whole facade theme has been rolling around my brain all week,” he tells you after ordering hot tea for him and coffee for you. 

“Oh yeah?” you say, glancing at him as you log back into your laptop.

“Yeah, it’s like I’m seeing it everywhere now,” he tells you, voice thoughtful. “I’m thinking about everyone around me and how it applies to them, even myself. Like…” he trails off, collecting what he means to say, “Like what I present versus what’s actually there.”

“That’s kind of heavy,” you observe.

“I dunno,” he says, looking at you, steady. “When you’re aware of your own ‘facade’ it can help you work on being more genuine, if that’s what you want. And it can help you notice it in others, see them for the darkness that’s actually there.” He’s still looking at you, gaze heavy, almost like a challenge.

You meet this with silence. Is he implying something about you? He barely knows you, and you’re half-tempted to call him out on it. 

“And that’s a good thing?” you ask, as the waiter comes by and places your plates on the table around the mess of papers. “To go around trying to poke around behind the masks people put on?”

“You don’t think so?” he challenges. “Wouldn’t you rather know - and connect with - someone’s true self over their… facade, so to speak?”

“I think people show us the parts of themselves that they’re comfortable with sharing for a reason,” you counter. 

“But that only gets you so far,” he says. “You don’t actually know somebody until you break past all that and see what’s hidden.”

You twist your lips. You feel like you want to argue, but logically he’s right. You take a bite of your food, using the bought time to examine why you’re heated. It certainly couldn’t be because you know how few people you let in. Definitely not.

You drop your gaze, losing the unspoken game of Chicken. “I guess that’s true. Anyway, you should work on your notes,” you say quietly.

He purses his lips and reaches for his Strindberg text obediently, popping a bite of waffle into his mouth. “Fine,” he says. “But I’m considering this a debate victory.” 

You roll your eyes, and you two don’t speak again until he asks a clarifying question about the themes behind the vampiric cook. When you’re done eating and the plates are cleared, you reach for your wallet when the check comes.

“No, no,” Taehyung says sharply, pulling the bill away. “You’re not paying.”

“Yes, I am,” you insist. “I’m paying for my half.”

“I owe you for the free tutoring you gave me over the weekend,” he reminds you. “Let me buy your damn omelet, Y/N.”

You huff, but let it go, thanking him for the food and for the ride when he drops you off outside the academic buildings for your afternoon class. 

“See you tomorrow night?” he asks as his car idles outside of the building students call The Mansion. 

“Yep,” you say as you gather your things. “Hopefully we won’t be chased out of the library by my ex again. I’m really sorry about that.”

That night, as you lay on your bunk watching crappy tv on your laptop, Taehyung facetimes you again. You consider letting him look at the ceiling again, but he already saw you soaked from the rain earlier today, so at least you look better now.

“Homework problem?” you ask as you answer, trying to keep your voice down. Bridget’s up on her bunk, and you’re not sure if she has headphones in or not.

“You remember the ‘what can haunt us’ theme we were talking about?” he says, no preamble.

“Yeah,” you say, shifting to get more comfortable against your pillows. “You adding that to your paper?”

“No,” he says, rubbing his chin. “I was just thinking about it…”

“Well, don’t hurt yourself,” you quip, and he gives you the finger right in the middle of his screen, making you laugh.

“I just think,” he says as he replaces his hand with his face on screen, “that you left out a pretty big one when you were listing all the stuff people can be haunted by.”

“I did, huh?” you say playfully.

“Yeah,” he says, suddenly serious. “Our pasts.”

You’re quiet for a minute. It’s a lot, everything he’s said to you today. You don’t know if he’s talking about you and what happened today with Erin and Davis, or if he’s talking about himself, or neither. 

“Yeah,” you say finally. “You’re right… that’s a big one.”

He licks his lips quickly, glances to the side. “That was all. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Taehyung,” you say quietly.

On the bunk above you, where she clearly had been listening in, Bridget lets out a gleeful shriek. 

Thursday, November 15th

When you wake up on Thursday morning, you can tell that you’re sick before you even open your eyes. Your head is pounding - not the hangover kind - and your throat feels like there’s glass in it. You’re so congested you can barely breathe, and your back hurts, the deep ache that’s a telltale sign of a fever.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you groan, getting up and shuffling towards the bathroom. You rummage in the medicine cabinet over the sink until you find your thermometer, and pop it in your mouth. Sure enough, when it beeps, it reads out a number that sends you right back to bed.

You open your laptop blearily and email both of your professors for the day, apologizing and asking for any work you can do to maintain your grade. Then, you email Bianca to let her know you’ll have to reschedule Becky and Taehyung. Then you close it, bury your face in your pillow, and fall back asleep without even getting under the blankets.

Bridget wakes you up two hours later, shaking your arm gently.

“Babe,” she says, peering at you. “Don’t you have class in ten minutes?”

“I’m not going,” you mumble into your arms. “I have a fever.”

“Ugh,” she says, standing back up. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep then.”

“Okay,” you say - or, you think you say it. You drift in and out of sleep for a few more achy, restless hours. The next time someone shakes you awake, it’s Kiko.

“Have you taken anything?” she asks as you blink at her.

You try to ask “What?” but it comes out more like hhwhuu?

“Medicine,” she says flatly. “Have you taken any cold medicine?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes again. She pokes you in the arm, and you realize a minute or two must have passed because she’s handing you a few tylenol and a water bottle.

“Take those,” she directs. “At least get your fever down.”

You follow her orders wordlessly, waking up by degrees. After you twist the cap back on the water bottle, you reach for your phone, scrolling through your accounts with your blankets bunched around your head.

“I’m going out for a few hours,” she says. “Do you think you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you say. “It’s just a cold. Thanks, Kiks.”

The fever-reducer works its magic, and about half an hour later you feel good enough to get up and take a hot shower. That helps almost as much as the medicine, and when you step out, you feel significantly more human.

You comb your hair and change into clean sweatpants, plopping back on your bed and searching for something to watch. You’re scrolling through, trying to choose, when your phone goes off.

[5:01 PM] Taehyung: ☹️

You sit up with a jolt, thinking he’s waiting for you to show up at tutoring.

[5:02 PM] You: you didn’t get an email from the dept? i’m sick. we’ll reschedule.

As you expect by now, your phone buzzes again to indicate an incoming facetime call.

“Taehyung,” you groan as you answer. “You have got to start texting like a normal person. I do not want you - or anyone - looking at my face right now.”

He frowns at you. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” you mutter, still cranky. “I have a cold - I woke up with a fever. It’s probably from splashing around in the rain like that yesterday.”

His frown deepens, as if you’d accused him of doing this to you. Which is not what you’d said. 

“It’s fine,” you insist. “I already feel way better than I did when I woke up.”

He sighs a little, and you peer at him. He looks like he’s at home, on his bed. It definitely looks like a bed-pillow behind his head. You thought he’d gone to the library for tutoring and called you because you weren’t there. Apparently he knew tutoring was off, went home, and still called to check on you.

Hm.

“I…” he trails off, twisting his mouth a little. “I was kind of worried that you canceled because of yesterday?”

This baffles you. “Yesterday?”

“Just, y’know… I said a lot of personal stuff… you said yourself some of it was heavy. I thought maybe you were, uh, needing a little space after that. I thought that’s why you canceled.”

You shake your head. “Taehyung, no,” you say, stupidly feeling like you want to reach out and give him a reassuring touch. “I really…. I liked our conversations yesterday.”

“Okay,” he says. “You sound sick, so I guess I believe you.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about it,” you tell him. “I’m painfully honest.”

He laughs. “Don’t I know it. Hey, did you know your roommate is here?”

You raise your eyebrows. “I did not, but I’m not surprised. I heard she’s been there a lot.”

Taehyung lowers his voice, clearly not wanting to be overheard. “Do you know what Yoongi’s doing right now? He’s downstairs cooking her soup. Like… it’s so domestic. I don’t even know who he is right now.”

You laugh. “Kiko’s one of the coolest, best people I know,” you tell him. “So good for him, I guess.”

You’re both quiet for a minute, and then Taehyung says, “Okay, well, feel better, Y/N. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “We’ll reschedule today’s session to another time. The department will reach out.”

“Not you?” he asks, voice teasing.

“It’s gotta be done officially,” you tell him. “I don’t make the rules. See you, Taehyung.”

You’re smiling as you hang up.

About an hour later, Kiko comes through the door, a plastic grocery bag in her hands. She stops next to your bed, one eyebrow raised.

“Would you like to tell me why I’m carrying soup right now?” she asks tartly. 

You raise an eyebrow right back at her. “You felt bad for me and brought me sustenance?”

“No no no,” she says, shaking her head, her black hair swishing. “I was instructed to bring you soup. It was not my idea. So I ask you again: would you like to tell me why am I carrying soup right now?”

You sit up, biting back a smile. “Would you like to tell me where you got the soup, Kiko?”

She freezes, caught, and then you both crack up. She moves to sit at the end of your bed.

“So, Taehyung is just unnecessarily worried about his tutoring partner,” she deadpans.

“You first,” you insist.

She sighs, knowing this is fair. “I don’t really know what to tell you,” she admits. “I’ve never done this before, I don’t know what the landmarks are that I’m supposed to share.”

You shrug. “It’s different for everybody anyway. You make your own landmarks.”

She plays with the bag in her hands, avoiding your eyes. “Well, I don’t know, we started texting and he mentioned the music he’s working on and he sent me some of it and it’s really good, Y/N, like it’s so good and then he asked me to work on a track with him?”

You look at her, mouth agape. You don’t even know what to ask first. “Yoongi makes music? You make music? Why didn’t I know that?”

“He’s really good,” she repeats. “He wanted me to do some vocals for him? I don’t know, I don’t talk about it a lot, I get embarrassed.” 

You blink a few times, still trying to process. “So you’ve just been working on music together? That’s it?”

She blushes. “I mean… that’s not all we’re doing.”

You cackle. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Shut up,” she tells you, but she’s smiling. “So? I don’t know? I’m just… taking it one day at a time and seeing where it goes? But I really like him… and he seems really into it, too.”

“That’s amazing,” you tell her sincerely. “I’m so excited for you.”

“I’m trying not to be excited,” she admits. “I don’t want to jinx it.”

You shake your head. “Being afraid of it won’t change if it works or not. In fact, it definitely steers it towards not working if you go in with zero faith.”

“It’s not zero faith,” she grumbles defensively. “It’s just a healthy dose of trepidation. Now, what’s up with you and Taehyung?”

“Nothing,” you say, a knee-jerk reaction. She holds up the soup, as if to say, the proof says otherwise. “I mean, officially we’re just starting to be friends?”

“But?” she prompts. 

“But… it feels like the potential for more could be there?” you say uncertainly.  “It’s hard to tell. Nothing beyond friend boundaries has happened.”

“He demanded I bring soup to you,” she says. “That’s not friend boundaries. That’s scream my love at the sun boundaries.”

“We definitely aren’t at that level,” you tell her, chuckling despite yourself. “Maybe you’re thinking of Yoongi?”

“Okay, we’re done here!” she chirps, which makes you laugh more. “Here’s your soup. Yoongi made it, it’s delicious.”

You take a selfie with the soup container covering the lower half of your face, your tired eyes peeking over the top of it, and send it to Taehyung. He sends back a row of smilies.

Friend boundaries.

Right.

Saturday, November 17th

You stay in Friday night again, and by Saturday morning you’re feeling more like yourself. But when Bridget tells you that the guys want you all to come have a more low-key night at the house - drinks, snacks, and a movie - you’re kind of relieved. You don’t hate the idea of a night of socializing where you actually get to sit most of the time.

And, well, you’ll be happy to see Taehyung. It’ll be nice to hang out in an environment that isn’t forced schoolwork or a loud-ass bar. Maybe you can start to feel out what’s there between you two, and get to know him a little more.

You (and Bridget, who has been fully updated) are also very interested to see Kiko and Yoongi interact. You feel like a walking, talking sideways-eyes emoji.

It’s overcast as the three of you walk the twenty minutes to Jin’s house in the dark. The night is very still, you think. The air feels almost heavy. You wonder if it’s supposed to snow. You’ll have to ask Mister “Party Trick” when you get there.

Jin lets you in when you three arrive, and you step into his living room as you have several times before - but it feels like you’ve entered a brand new world. You’ve never seen the inside of his house with all the lights on, you realize. Nor with the furniture in place - instead of a dj booth shoved in the corner and the living room floor acting as a dance floor, Seokjin actually has a decent set-up of two couches and a lumpy reclining chair around his sizable tv. 

Jungkook is sprawled on the floor with a few pillows and a bowl of popcorn. Jimin’s sideways across the reclining chair, leaning backwards over it so that he can have a conversation at eye-level with Jungkook. There’s a girl you don’t know on one of the couches, chatting with the boys, and she waves at you all. Jin leads you into the kitchen, where he’s got a ton of food and drinks spread out.

You’re all standing in the kitchen, listening to Jin’s food explanation, when the back door opens. Taehyung steps through, rubbing his hands together briskly to warm them up. You smile at him, lifting a hand to wave, and then you see the pretty, dark-haired girl step through the door behind him. She rests one hand lightly on his upper back, as if he’s leading the way through a dark cave and she has to feel him to find her way out.

“Hey!” Taehyung says, smiling big, and you try to keep your smile up. Behind you, Kiko pokes you once in the ribs. 

I know, shut up, you think, as if she can hear you.

Bridget, oblivious, starts to make her drink. “Do you want one of these?” she asks you over her shoulder. Distracted, you tear your eyes away from Taehyung and his companion as they head back into the living room. 

“I should probably stick to soda tonight,” you tell her. “I’ve still got cold medicine in my system.”

“Smart,” she nods, handing you a plastic cup. As you wait your turn at the ice bucket, you meet Kiko’s gaze across the kitchen. She raises her eyebrows at you, and you give her a tiny shrug back. 

You’re glad you’re not alone and she can’t actually say whatever it is her eyebrow is saying. What would you even tell her? Taehyung can do what he wants with whomever he wants. You’re barely friends, and nothing beyond that has happened (sans soup delivery), so you’ve got zero reason to feel upset.

Though, reason be damned, your stomach is clenching, your throat feeling a little tight.

Yoongi appears in the doorway, and you take a second to take a good look at him, glad for the distraction. You never paid much attention to him before this thing started with Kiko. He’s good-looking, you’ll give him that. He carries himself with a subtle swagger, an easy confidence. You think to yourself that he strikes you as someone who cares if they look cool, but before you can fully complete that thought you watch him greet Kiko with a giant, gummy smile and that thought goes right out the window. 

“Hi,” he says to her, somewhat shyly, and you’re suddenly wanting to drag her ass out to shop for a wedding dress. 

“Hey,” she says, smiling back, a flush on her cheeks almost instantly. 

Oh, my god, these two clowns are goners, you think.

Kiko follows Yoongi out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with Bridget and Seokjin. 

“So, they’re head over heels in love with each other,” Bridget says to you, and you shoot a quick glance at Jin, not sure how Kiko would feel about you discussing it in front of him.

“It’s cool,” he says, holding up his hands. “It’s hard not to know if you live here. They’ve been doing this all week.”

“Have you ever heard his music?” you ask, oddly curious. “Is it good?”

Jin nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, it actually is pretty good. I’ll send Bee his soundcloud link and she can share it with you if you’re interested?”

“Could you do that, Bee?” you tease. She chucks a potato chip at you and it bounces off your shoulder before skittering under the kitchen table. You grin at her and make your way back into the living room.

Taehyung and his girl are on the couch with the girl you don’t know; he’s got his arm draped over her shoulders and she leans against him, her legs tucked up next to her. Yoongi and Kiko are on the other couch, heads bent together as they both look at something on Yoongi’s phone. You sit by them gingerly, angling your body to get them as much space as you can. Bridget ambles in from the kitchen and plops between you and them, leaning against you and nestling in. You pet the top of her head affectionately and try not to look at the other couch as Seokjin picks up the remote and starts setting the movie up.

As the movie starts, you struggle to focus. Your mind is a whir, and feelings are being felt, and you feel like what you need most right now is to organize your head a little bit and put the situation into perspective. 

Yes, things with Taehyung have felt… a little like something could be starting there. Yes, you were hoping you’d get to talk to him a lot tonight; if you were being honest, you’d kind of hoped you’d sit by him for the movie, before you knew he had a girl with him. 

But nothing was going on with you and Taehyung yet - he’s been nice to you a few times, and you’d felt like there was some chemistry there. That’s all. He doesn’t owe you a single thing, and you have no right to feel jealous. 

Bridget nudges you gently with her elbow and cocks her head at Kiko and Yoongi, pulling you out of your head. You follow her gaze to see that the new “couple” are holding hands. You smile and start to turn back towards the tv. As you move your gaze from the other side of the couch to the tv on the wall, you notice that Taehyung isn’t looking at the tv either - he’s looking at you.

You meet his eyes for a split second, too quick to read anything, and turn determinedly to face the tv. You will yourself not to look away, despite not following the plot at all.

About halfway through the movie, Yoongi gets up and heads into the kitchen, but instead of returning to the couch he heads to the basement door and down the stairs that you’d fallen down last time you were in this house. Kiko lets another five minutes pass and does the same.

You text the groupchat - titled Roomies 💕- “u think ur slick, huh?” and she sends you back a kissy face. Bridget taps back a “haha” on your message, shooting a smirk at you from her side of the couch, where she’s spread out now that Kiko and Yoongi vacated their spot.

You have barely any idea what’s happening in the movie - characters are fighting, someone is crying, you don’t know why - and your cup is empty, so you rise and head towards the kitchen. You stop behind your couch, leaning over the top of it to ask Bridget if she needs anything from the kitchen. 

“Ooh,” she says, reaching down to the floor to retrieve her empty cup from near Jungkook’s foot. “Yes, please.”

You take her cup and head into the kitchen, where you mix her another healthy serving of vodka cranberry. As you pour yourself some soda, you hear footsteps behind you, and you glance over your shoulder. It’s Taehyung, and you get a little bit of deja-vu from when he followed you into the kitchen at Jin’s last party.

“Hey,” you say, turning back to what you’re doing. “Am I in your way?”

“No,” he says slowly. “Y/N… are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

You turn to look at him, surprised. “What? Of course not.”

“You haven’t talked to me all night,” he points out. “You won’t even look at me.”

You feel frustrated suddenly, and you can’t put your finger on why. “I’m trying not to mess things up for you!” you say defensively. “How do you think it would look to your girl if I did all that? I’ve dropped guys for less.”

He scoffs. “She’s not my girl. We aren’t - ugh! That’s… not what that is. It’s really not.”

You shrug. “It’s not my business, Taehyung.”

“That’s your favorite line, huh?” he challenges, crossing his arms. It’s your first time seeing him in a t-shirt instead of a hoodie or sweatshirt, and you can see that the scar, thick and textured, starts at his hand and ends very nearly at his elbow. You keep your eyes on his face, feeling defensive and a little angry.

“It is when it’s true,” you say evenly.

“I’m not sleeping with Leslie, Y/N,” he says, very seriously, like he needs you to hear him. It’s so straightforward, so point-blank, you have no idea how to respond to that. You blink at him.

Jesus.

“Good for you. I don’t know why you feel the need to tell me that,” you admit.

“Based on how you’ve acted all night, apparently I do need to tell you that!” he explodes, and you both glance out to the living room to see if you’ve been overheard. 

“You don’t,” you shake your head. “There’s nothing going on with you two? Great. There’s nothing going on with us, either. I don’t care what you do.”

This line hits him like a slap - you watch him physically recoil from it. His mouth drops open a little bit, and he closes it again, looking away.

“Cool,” he says, his voice suddenly very low and very flat. “Glad we sorted that out.”

He turns and stalks out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there, unsure what just happened. 

–

You and Bridget walk home around one in the morning, after confirming via text that Kiko is under no circumstances going to walk back to campus alone later - since she’s still sequestered in Yoongi’s basement lair, doing god-knows-what. 

You don’t say goodbye to Taehyung. You fill Bridget in as you walk; you feel worse now than when you saw that girl enter the kitchen. 

“Whatever,” you say bitterly, as you finish the story. “It’s not like I actually lost anything.”

Bridget glances sideways at you through the dark but says nothing - unlike her. She reaches over and takes your hand, and you walk like that until your four-story dorm building looms ahead of you.

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:) :) :) I would say sorry but I don't like liars.

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