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sadkois · 1 year

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nishiki thonkin tonight

spoilers for kiwami. some rggo stories. but maybe not accurate spoilers cause i feel my brain meltin. also warning for complete nonsense... and blood? anyways.

thinkin about how nishiki was like. so competent at what he did?? mans knew everythin about how the yakuza worked back in the 80s... U COULD TELL HE WAS WELL INFORMED OF EVERYTHING. he knew about the ugly parts. he knew about majima. and he was the one explaining to kiryu everything asgdhj like lets say. the consequences in their line of work.

fUNNY how it was cause of kiryu that he got into the yakuza in the first place. he totally just followed kiryu into it and said "ok well sOMEONE needs to know what we are doing" cause yea kiryu was just followin kazama like a lil puppy (and nishiki followin kiryu, tho he's more like a cat i think. maybe. nishikitty..........)

bUT ANYWAYS what i was getting at is. he's very competent. so. him snapping and getting to be one of the BIG patriarchs (GET TO THE TOP!) isn't really a surprise. OF COURSE that brings me to the other point...

HERES THE THING. in kiwami we don't really see much of this competence do we? (ignorin the writing of the first game for a second ok, wORKIN WITH WHAT WE HAVE OK)

first it's like hes barely there, then you have his subordinates just. making HUGE mistakes, not actually achievin -doin- anything or even just. NOT listening to him at all. like when they killed yumis "sister" or the whole. reina and shinji.

OK SO. everyones got their onions 🧅 on rggo stories. FOR THIS THONK IM ASSUMIN MOST OF THEM DID HAPPEN. so in rggo we have that one story about what happened with reina and nishki when she tried to shoot him. and its like. nishiki didnt actually order for either of their deaths??? basically we had reina pulling a 'y0 nishikigun' on nishiki. and then well....

god i really gotta talk about reina and nishiki sometime cause i been thinkin about em a lot too. like reina liked him a LOT and i think nishki liked her too as a... sort of distant friend? does that make sense? idk what its called exactly. but yea i cant recall if they have ever interacted outside serena. (except from when they first met, another rggo story.. but that was like. a few minutes and then they were in serena lmao) it feels like a. 'i only interact with u when i come to this place' kinda deal. of course, goin there used to be constant until... not. nishiki totally distanced himself even more after the whole ordeal happened. and trust issues. (@ others? @ himself? yea)

crap. what was i talkin about. sEE THIS IS WHY I DONT AHSDJKL. what i was sayin is that, in that rggo story with reina, it just looks like nishiki's subordinates do NOT listen to him. at all. shooting at her when he keeps sayin "DON TSHOOT HER" "DONT KILL HER" "BRING HER BACK ALIVE"

SO BETWEEN THIS AND THE YUMI SISTER THING. WHY DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO HIM??? AND WELL. ok listen if im statinn the obvious im sorry, again. just writin down what im thinkin cause im tired.

but yea i think the most logical thing is that, the way he's been managing things for the last 10 years has been very different to what we see in kiwami. why else would his men resort to shoot first questions later. it's almos like that was the norm before... as if that's how things worked in the nishikiyama family all this time.

so anyways. nishikis been tryina be cool about it. so so cool about it. but the moment kiryu got out of jail messed him up SO BAD man. i always say this but, mans was just 100% avoiding kiryu as soon as he stepped out, and i bet ya he started acting different to what his fam is used to, too.

like imagine u work for this boss at idk. mcdonals. you are familiar with the routine and what they expect of u. ur boss specifically wants you to always make fries a certain way, at a certain time, he himself showed u how. this is routine. one day as you are makin the fries, its suddenly WRONG and boss is upset and kills u and u dont know wtf is going on. (u r dead) because thats what we usually do?? why is it wrong all of a sudden?

tHATS THE KINDA VIBE I GET FROM HE IN KIWAMI

aight imma be honest i cant recall if he already had this whole plan before kiryu got out. like, did he take kiryu into consideration or not. cause he either. 1. did not take into account kiryu would be here 2. did not think kiryu being here would mess up his plans THIS bad (and when i say this i mean mess HIM up so bad he cant go thru his original plan) 3. everything was actually supposedly part of his plan (HA, I DOUBT THIS. MAYBE HED SAY THAT BUT WE KNOW IT AINT TRU NISHIKI OK) im leanin to 2

you know that part when nishki's like "i was shaking when i shot kazama". like, that was only cause he knew kiryu would hate him if he actually killed him, right?? right???? LISTEN I KNOW ITS LIKE A THING OR JOKE THAT HES BAD WITH GUNS OR SOMEHTING BUT i actually like to think he got good with those? i prob read it in a fic but i really like that headcanon asgdhj, i feel like itd make sense too. and him missin the shot cause of shakin hands, is because of KIRYU and kIRYU ALONE. where his hands even shakin actually?? didnt he just say that?? nishikis just got that unreliable narrator vibe. NAH HES THE WHOLE UNRELIABILITY. AND WHATSMORE. HE HAD TO COME CLEAN TO KIRYU THAT IT WAS HIM THAT SHOT KAZAMA. HUH? WAS IT EATING YOU UP BOI??? did you need confirmation that indeed, kiryu would hate you for it??? "hES NOT DEAD YET" yea??????? yeaaaa?????????????

LIKE LOOK. the few rggo stories we have of the era between 1996 n 2005 show that he IS indeed very competent! and he has very good control of his fam! and we have the proof of it in kiwami as well, even if its more tell than show? kind of? BUT THE MOEMNT KIRYU IS OUT THIS ALL GOES OUT THE DRAIN. WE KNOW HOW EMOTIONAL NISHIKI IS. WE KNOW IT LEADS HIM TO TAKE NOT SO RATIONAL DECISIONS. (Y0 FOREST NISHIKIGUN FLASHBACK) and god he tried so hard didnt he.

like ok ill admit u got good at repressin ur emotions boi. or turnin them into anger. or keepin a poker face. closing urself off or really just, started seein everyhing as hopeless in a 'whats the point anymore' kind of way. a combo of everything?

in a way nishiki did end up killin himself along with matsushige, but i dont think he did completely. but that's what he convinced himself of. yea? does that make sense? DAMMIT U ARE SO COMPLEX I LOVE IT

thonks. U KNOW its not like anything went right back when he was more... emotional in a way?. i mean, he always did kinda hide his emotions huh? just in a different way.... i mean, when we are first introduced to him in y0, i dont think anyone expected anything like the forest scene from him. i remember being speechless. like oh my god. and i have to say i am BAD at understandin stuff. like i usually understand plots/etc when im watchin reactors play the game asfdghj. BUT MAN did that scene leave me stunned asgdhjk.

but yea with how gOOD everyone around him was at displayin emotions, it makes sense how he ended up :) ... that was sarcasm, im sayin eveyrone around him freakin sUCKS at emotin asgdh, and in fact he was like, looked down at for it. MAN HE DIDNT EVEN CRY THAT MUCH. I MEAN, HE WAS GOIN THRU THE WORST CRAP EVER ??? WHAT DID THEY WANT HIM TO BE A ROCK ASDJKL TO BE KIRYU i guess the two most role figures he had were always very :/ but man this is why i keep sayin he needed an ichiban in his life. it would have been so good for him... an emotionally mature guy, who isnt afraid to cry and show his love for others.

GOD NISHIKI LOVED SO MUCH. IT HURTS ME SO BAD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

the way nish is just like. tryina become what he knows yakuza are supposed to be like.... what they are like..... his big man suit.... agh

idk where this thonk went. it started as a yes nishiki is very competent and he only had L after L in kiwami because kiryu being back threw him off so bad. so so bad it ended up the way it did :( if they had just talked, like really talked..................

man idk if anyones readin this, asdhgjasd kinda embarassin. hello hi. u are cool. uhh here have this drawin i did months ago that i havent posted anywhere (IT WAS BEFORE THE NEW YEAR RGGO CARD. not like it isnt just a combo of his two hairstyles but i was still like GASP)

hohooo with my attempt at a post kiwami nish :) did u know i also have a vampire au from months ago. would anyone like to read about that. its incredibly self indulgent. yea sayin this at the end of this nonsense cause im a coward agsfdyhgiog

#anyways there's not really a point to this im just. thinkin about nishiki to stop myself from explodin from stress saghdjsakd #help #no but seriously its like each paragrpah is a different thought #fhdjsfkogfhgh

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loversj0y · 1 year

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Clinic Wilbur with a reader who works in a deserted gas station miles form civilization (giving utahbur vibes)?

But they are also really sus because they can afford things that seem a little uncharacteristic for someone who only ever works at a perpetually empty gas station. Like a car, laptop, whatever else people buy these days idk its subtle but its there.

Also is taking college courses and is not broke from debt?? lives off campus???

clearly has some shady connections but it's never discussed. The Syndicate (sometimes in costume, sometimes out of costume) comes in the gas station every once in a while to buy some last minute snacks or batteries, so they're familiar with both Siren and Wilbur.

Things start going downhill when the reader gets into a car crash and ends up permanently damaging their dominant hand. The next time Wilbur visits, they are visibly distracted and are sporting a fresh new black eye.

somehow, he manages to convince them to find some isolated place to chat (noticing how they nervously pat themselves down as if checking for wires or tracking devices).

basically the gist is this: they're also a kid from the foster system (surprise!), and managed to get out at 14-16 years of age-- with a price. Basically they fell in with the wrong crowd, and now perform various low-level crimes: signature/document/check forgery, counterfeit printing, ACCESSORY to murder. most of their crimes are money/fraud related though. Anyway, now that they've been permanently injured, they're of no use to their employers, and a hit has been ordered on them. They won't be killed immediately, but it's only a matter of a few weeks before they end up in a ditch

oh my god YEA

god your brain is so big for this

wilbur quickly tells blade and zephyrus who arrive shortly after, and they distract the reader while giving siren a second to change to siren. and the reader is terrified for a moment because its not often that all three of them are there, but the zephyrus is saying

“we’ve had this place bugged, and we just heard your conversation. we wanted to ask a few questions about what sort of stuff you did.”

and so you tell them because fuck it why not, and you explain all these crimes you helped commit with absolute ease, even with having snuck into the hero committee tower before, and theyre just listening as you explain everything

and then they ask what your power is and you’re just like

“…i dont have one”

and now theyre like three times as stunned becayse not only are powerless people pretty rare but that meant you were routinely able to fend off powered individuals with no issue. so they offer you a position as their personal driver. pays better, and it keeps you on the sidelines for the most part, but you can still defend yourself, and in exchange for you working for them? they’ll offer their full protection against your boss

#mar answers #listenheresweaty :3

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catboybatman · 2 years

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Im so tired of seeing the worst hot takes on batman all time. Im not even talking about whether he's a good parent or not or the male power fantasy wet dream. Its the soggy whitebread on a plate takes that are presented like its something genius that piss me off more than anything else.

"Batman is a good actor and sometimes he wears make up" this is canon idk what to tell you my guy.

"Bruce would be an ally!!" Well canonically he is. And if you have brains you can see that there is nothing straight about that man, but that is a conversation for another day before i start ranting on how a lot of yall view queerness in characters.

"I think Bruce would offer criminals and such jobs at WE" Again. This is canon. Like idk why you are presenting it like its some genius hot take like its in the fucking text!!!

"I think Bruce donates-" YES HE DOES. ITS A GIGANTIC PART OF WHAT HE DOES. JUST BECAUSE IT ISNT SPELLED OUT IN EVERY COMIC DOESNT MEAN IT DOESNT HAPPEN. Im so tired. Please just open some comics, preferably some slightly older ones. Fucking hell read his wiki if you dont like comics just god something.

Its so clear that these ppl have no idea what kind of character Bruce is and are only familiar with him through batfam/batkids comics and its infuriating how populair these hot takes get because most of the time its just a watered down version of a little thing that is actually canon but just ignored and forgotten bc he has to be the awkward lame dad of the batkids bc otherwise it would require making bruce a complex and layered character and we wouldnt want that now do we

And what really bothers me most is the fucking adoption addiction thing jesus. Listen, i get the joke. It can be funny for sure. But that doesnt mean hes actively out here snatching kids of the street to adopt them and force them to become robin like what fucking comics are you reading??? Im just. Ugh.

This is mainly just venting idk do whatever im not a cop lmao i just find it so annoying that most bruce content is either batkid related bc he isnt allowed to leave his box of lame father bc that wouldnt fit in with the batkids perspective or is just mediocre watered down bs that is literally canon but just ignored or ppl dont bother reading his comics before making a "hot take".

"I think he-" yea because he does

Anyway whatever. Like i said im not a cop and it isnt like this is going to change much lol its just annoying i guess. Keep on doing whatever. Have fun. Enjoy your fandom experience im just being a sourpuss i guess jsks

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam

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anninhiliation · 4 years

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Worn Out Jeans

Masterlist

Word Count: 1357 oops

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Warnings: 18+ its smut!

You were about to walk right past Richard to take your spot back on the couch. But his eyes dilated in pure black lust as he couldn’t help but stare at your ass. Your leggings were so tight and smooth it was almost as if you had on nothing but a second skin. His ultimate weakness, right in front of him.

“Come here baby girl” Richard groaned, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

“What’s up babe” you smiled turning your head leaning into him.

“What’s up?” he smirked, hands already grabbing the sides of your ass, kneading the flesh that spilled through “what’s up with this?”

“My leggings?” you teased smiling at him rocking your hips into him.

Richard groaned at your movements and pulled you closer to him letting you feel his hardening bulge. Your back pressed against his chest as your lips quickly parted releasing little sounds of pleasure. Richard nipped your ear making his way down to your neck. His hair felt soft between your fingertips as you tugged.

“Richard,” you whined out, growing needier and needier.

The familiar cologne intoxicated your senses as air trapped in your lungs. His warm breath fanning over sensitive skin before physically touching you had you floating on a cloud. One hand roamed your body as the other caged you in keeping you as close as possible. Electric waves were sent down to your core with every touch Richard left on you.

“You really thought I wouldn’t do anything with you looking that good?” Richard growled in your ear.

All you could do is whine out in response as your brain fogged in pleasure. His deep voice had your heart fluttering as your slit throbbed harder. Richard’s hand slowly moved down between your legs. His fingers slid under your leggings and panties as your reflexes spread your thighs open giving him easier access. Richard smirked against your neck as his finger parted your slit toying with the excess arousal. Your hips squirmed against the pads of his fingers trying to get him where you needed him most. Already wanting more and more of his delicious touch.

“Daddy” you whined out, knowing what that single word did to him.

Especially when you used it in such a desperate, needy voice. Richard groaned hearing you plea for him. It stuffed his ego, hearing you say, daddy. With full knowledge, he was the only one who got to see you like this, who was the only one to make you feel this good. Your head rested on his shoulder, as the pleasure made your body move against him. Richard showed your clit no mercy drawing your favorite pattern. Your lower abdomen muscles squeezed themselves tightly with the sheer pleasure.

“M- more” you whined out as your empty hole pulsated around nothing.

The tight fabric restraining Richards’s full control quickly annoyed him, as he let out a low groan. He stopped toying with your swollen clit as he pulled out quickly licking his fingers clean. He grabbed the elastic waistline and you squirmed on his lap helping yourself out of your leggings and panties. The fabric fell to the ground and Richard spread his legs wider, adjusting you on his lap. Your swollen clit rested on his jeans as your thighs caged in his upper thigh. Your hands wrapped around his knee cap as Richard grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into your hips as he guided you against the rough fabric of his worn-out black jeans. Richard moved you in a way that had you seeing stars. Your hole clenching and tightening around nothing as pleasure built up inside you. Heat rose from your body as his lips marked out your weakest points.

“That feel good baby girl?” Richard grinned as he tugged on the shell of your ear, his fingers digging in deeper into your flesh.

The answer was obvious just by how much louder you became. Nothing but moans and his name broken into incoherent whines fell from your lips. But hearing you struggle to even speak only riled him up more.

“Y-yes” you choked out.

“Yes, what?” He taunted slowing down his movement.

His teeth nipped your neck as he waited to hear the magical word. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the slow movements were only enough to keep you riled up and drenched but nothing more. Your clit dragging slowly along his thigh had your head spinning.

“Da- mmm” you whined out trying to choke out what he wanted to hear.

“Dah-mmm- ah- d” Your head was turned to the side pleading with him to go back to the old movements.

His dick throbbed harder feeling a wet patch soak through the fabric. Richard grew a little impatient wanting you to finish as soon as possible for the real fun to begin.

“Good girl” Richard praised moving your hips in a smooth and quicker pace.

You harshly tugged on his curls as your hole pulsated with the build-up of pleasure. Mouth hung open as Richard had you floating on a cloud. Your breathing hitched in your lungs as your walls tightly clenched one last time. Your thighs shook around him as your clit began to have enough. The tight knot snapped inside you, throwing you straight into the galaxy. His name mixed with a song of curses vibrated out of your lungs as your head rolled back. Richard rode you out, gently bringing you back down to earth pecking your neck in kisses. You panted as the air returned to your lungs, trying to regain that even momentum once again. Leaning down to pick up your leggings came to an abrupt halt.

“Wait baby I need to feel that pretty little hole” Richard groaned into your neck feeling as if his dick would explode any second with how hard his dick throbbed.

You nodded your head yes as you stood up and helped release his bulge. Grabbing his base you gave him a few strokes before going back on his lap. His moans going straight to your core giving you a new coat of arousal. Caging in his thighs and aligning his tip you slowly sunk down. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as Richard grabbed your hips setting a fast and hungry pace.

“Fuck your so tight baby” He moaned.

You wrapped around his shaft perfectly making him see stars. Richard’s face contoured in pleasure with every thrust. You leaned in kissing his soft lips, swallowing a majority of his moans. His sounds of pleasure only riled you up more. Changing the pattern you grinded down on him, keeping him balls deep inside you for a brief moment. Reaching back you massage his balls as you moved your hips, keeping his shaft stimulated. Richard let out a string of curses at the added stimulation. His head shooting back in pure bliss had you clenching around him. Going back to riding him, Richard began to take over. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew he could get you seeing more stars then you already were. He quickly angled his hips so his tip would massage your weakest point with every thrust. You were back on cloud nine as your breathing once again hitched. His name that you sang like a prayer lost its coherency. You broke the kiss as your mind fogged in pleasure once more. Eyes rolled back as every thrust tied a knot inside you tighter and tighter. The first orgasm ensured you wouldn’t last as long as normal. Feeling you pulsate, had Richard nearing his own orgasm. He was already so riled up, throbbed for so long that he was already twitching inside you. His balls squeezing into themselves as cum filled up. Not long after, white strings shot up inside you, filling you up nicely. Your knot snapped as he was mid orgasm. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you floated around the clouds. Your fingers laced around the back of his neck as you kissed him one last time.

“Fuck that was so good” you smiled.

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A/N: I havent written anything long or a fic in a long time and I honestly dont really like this all that much, edited and edited but I figured post it, write something else and maybe down the line the flow or a new flow will come back to me. It could also be that Im kinda annoyed at the Joel and Richard fued so like yea I wouldnt wanna fuck him rn lol. Okay have a beautiful day or sweet dreams.

#cnco #richard #rich #richuki #cnco smut #fic #fiction #imagine #richard camacho #richard camacho fic #smut #boyband #latin boyband #camacho #tattoos #black and white photo #brown eyes

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sukirichi · 3 years

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

y/n - ‘I was born to make everyone’s life a living hell’ maam this LINE?! JAW DROPPED, TIME STOPPED being insecure all her life and wanting to live up to the expectations to her dad just to have that sliver of attention from him, that sentence gives us a glimpse on how little she felt despite being accomplished, rather successful actually because she always cleans her boss’ mess have a lot of baggage to unpack. and when the secret was confirmed, her anger rejects all of the entity that ties with her past because both her parents deprived her for the things she was supposed to have– becoming greedy to fulfill those. then eventually, somehow, going back to her roots aka being humble after having the talk with her dad. As most of her insecurity started because of him and how she had to be the bigger person for his other family, clearing out the misunderstanding between them brought a sense of peace while she’s settling in the restless turn of events.

and with our main man gojo, this guy, it is not wise to- 😤😤 how can you say you’re engaged after doing the body tango huh? esp when you said you want y/n to be your wife? oh gee and the revelation of his past relationship with mia and how he sees her in y/n is so fucked up. can’t help but think that satoru wanting to marry and be this lovey-dovey with y/n is just him reliving the moments that mia never gave him in the past. and y/n accepting that their current relationship is based on how they’re filling up the cracks in their needs and settling for the sake of familiarity. imagine how deep in love our girl is to keep satoru in her life 💔 im still in it for the second lead agenda

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

BUT i know you mentioned this many times but laywer! naoya all poised and in his best behavior while helping y/n in her new situation has my heart go💕💕 winning lots of cases and is known in his field, he proved that he is both beauty and brains. and the pen spin??? man be pulling those fast spins either to distract or impress the person he is talking to flashing those perfect white pearls wtf now i can’t get that out of my head naoya brain rot 🥵🥵 also celebrity chef! sukuna in charge of all those delicious, exquisite cuisines? imma make myself broke just to taste his masterpiece🥲 ooh but how about him being a michelin star chef and owning a michelin-starred resto?! no doubt, left and right you see this man appearing on some high food magazine on the cover 😊😊 oh oh i also saw that supermodel! choso?? also his face is plastered on magazines AND luxurious advertisements ex. shibuya crossing! where most people be drenched in his glorious presence yea weird shibuya arc ref pls kill me and everyone talks how handsome and intimidating he is while he just have a rbf and only the closest people in his life get to see him drop that front 😌😌

with that in mind, imagine supermodel! choso being a godfather to the baby of y/n?? he would go soft immediately at the sight of the child and would probably love giving lots of branded clothes it will be good enough for more than a year ☺️🥲😭

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you��re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

i hope you’re doing well nowadays :’)) we need to find gege the best chiropractor to take care of his back, so good that it’ll make naoya respawn to life 🙂 suki i don’t think i’ll get tired of saying how much i love your work that it feels illegal im reading it for free 💔. i don’t really have much to offer, but im wishing you good health and success in your life :’)) aah i’ve mentioned this already but take care always 💕💖😊🥰

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you’re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

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y/n becomes a real baddie when she’s pissed off 😫

hmm y/n wasn’t really working hard for her dad’s attention, it was more like she felt so left out and unwanted (she feels unwanted wherever she goes) that she just decided to pack up and support them from afar bcos to her, she’s so alienated in her dad’s family that she felt like she had to work hard to earn a spot in their table. she knows she’s the outsider but she wants to feel like she can be part of them, that she is also a child deserving of love and care, but becos her stepmom focused more on her actual kids and her own dad was too busy with his new family now, it made y/n feel that she had to do something to be worthy of that.

that’s why most of the money she made working in tokyo was still wired to her family; she put her brothers in school and supported them, all because she hoped it would make them accept her more. now, things are different because she finally found her biological family, but even if valeria and co. still don’t want her, y/n is now more focusing on building something that’s truly hers that no one can take away. yes yes, she did become greedy, but more for power than of acceptance. she got to a point she doesn’t care as much vying for her parents’ approval and now thinks her luxury gives her comfort; only because at least she has that much. like she said in the latest chapter, happiness was not what she needed, it was stability and money - all things she lacked before.

and yea she did go back to her roots! all of her issues started with her dad anyway but that part is slowly patching up 🩹💔 oooh actually your theory is right bestie 🧐 gojo found y/n interesting bcos she reminded him of mia, so the more she pushed him away, the more he’s like wait, i’ve been here before, let’s not repeat past mistakes but i can do better now. on the part where gojo talked to mia while she was asleep, notice how he said he’s given a second chance to do better now, all because he couldn’t do them with mia but he could with y/n.

ohhh actually y/n was the one who established that ‘fulfilling mutual need and settling for familiarity instead of being lonely’ type of relationship. gojo avoided her for weeks and he’s pretty settled in keeping his distance, but she was the one who sought him out. deep down, y/n is afraid if she doesn’t at least use him as an anchor to her more humble roots, then she might spiral out of control and end up like valeria, thus using him as a ‘distraction’ but in reality, she needs his comfort to be grounded.

SECOND LEAD AGENDA OMG LETS GOOO 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ geto the fine fine option.

NO BESTIE MOMENT U MENTIONED LAWYER NAOYA I JUST KNEW I WAS GONNA SCREAM. okay but lawyer! naoya is so fine, i love his character so much bcos he’s a pure bean. originally, i was gonna make him an antagonist but i found he had more potential as a good, supportive character. HIS PEN SPIN HELPPP WHY COULDN’T HE JUST BEEN OUR BABY DADDY 😫 he pulls them fast spins bcos he’s nervous btw HAHAHAHA y/n can be quite intimidating and lawyer! naoya is sometimes too precious.

celebrity chef! sukuna is MEAN! he was pictured after gordon ramsay so lmao. omgggg sukuna being famous not only for his food but also his handsomeness 😳 he gets so cocky over how no one can get in his level while popping a battle of champagne, listening to ‘careless whisper’ while dancing to his reflection in the mirror 😤

also yoo supermodel! choso is THE hot shit 🥵 he’s so famous his schedule is packed for an entire year and a half and those are just for very selected brands and designers! ugh imagine going to work on the subway when you see supermodel! choso with rbf posing sexily and you swoon because he’s so sexy. plot twist that choso doesn’t know how to drive bcos as a kamo family member, they grew up with drivers taking them to and fro, so when his driver got sick and everyone else was busy, supermodel choso takes the subway himself and hides behind a face mask and cap while still wearing extravagant clothes that makes him stand out more. he does not have ‘subtle’ on his book at all.

and yeah people say he’s intimidating but its more his height and build + rbf! in reality, he’s just as soft and sweet as naoya, but both of them go into protective mode when someone they care about is being crapped on. and boy when they DO get into “what did you just say?” mode, better run away 🏃🏻‍♀️ supermodel! choso is also an heir to the kamo empire though not after the business, but he still has enough power to take you down in a second.

meanwhile, lawyer! naoya didn’t become this successful without being so savage yet composed he makes you question your entire existence before he drags you to court. lawyer! naoya is so scarily convincing that he can make you plead guilty even tho you did nothing wrong 💀

aaaah omg supermodel! choso LOVES babies actually! as the eldest child who looked after his brothers bcos the kamo parents are always away for work, being a father figure is so natural to him. i can picture him being the one who cries harder than gojo if the baby is born bcos he’s so excited, then reads poems to the baby before sighing that childbirth is such a beautiful thing 🥺

omg i know sweet n sour, the actresses are one of my faves tho i haven’t watched it yet! oooh they’re a nurse? i didn’t know that 🧐 i actually finish my short training in a week so i’ll be heading on to heavy majoring in psychology! wait bestie are YOU also a psych major 😳💕 oh and i see i see, sky castle *jots that down for future references* reckless actually has lots of significance in terms of the parents’ roles so i’m excited to see that! and aww thank you so much, can’t believe i made it in someone’s top three 🥺💕

HELP AHSKWKW i’m gonna call the best chiropractor in the world and send them gege’s way, i’ll cry a river if that’s what it takes to bring my boo back to life 😭 and noo baby the support already means a lot to me, i’m just happy to indulge in my hobbies and share it wih you all so thank you very much for everything 🥺 please take care of yourself too n have a nice day!! kith MWAH 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #jjk: manga spoilers #anon:🍳

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okidenshi · 4 years

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Being a lesbian and also autistic, I’ve always had like. an interesting relationship with my gender- like when i was a kid i was really comforted when i heard about the term tomboy, and i described myself as such for a long time.

And like, i definitely also went thru that mindset that most women do where you just, despise everything associated with traditional femininity because obviously liking the color pink and wearing ugg boots meant you were “giving into the patriarchy” or whatever nonsense have you.

Tho my last two years of highschool, i realized that’s bullshit and i should live to do Girly Things if that’s what made me happy, and be unapologetic about it. And i was, i wore make up a lot and wore pinks and went to Starbucks and went to prom- and i loved it, i truly felt comfortable during that time. Now i had times were i would dress in flannel and jeans and shit cause i also knew i liked to look futchy too, but yea for the most part i was very feminine, and i was happy to express myself that way.

But... that being said, as I’ve lived outside of high school, i do wonder sometimes how much of that joy i felt about dressing that way came from the confirmation from others that i was doing a great job of fitting in with how girls are expected to dress an act. As an autistic person, trying to fit in socially is a struggle, and when we do it right, we are often praised by others and our own minds for doing so.

While that can be harmful for autistic ppl in general, being queer on top of that might also give the person (in this case.... me lol) a warped sense of gender identify and expression. On the side of my autism, there’s a desire to chameleon myself into society, and there is joy in successfully doing so, but that joy is, overall, short lived. As much as i like to Look Good, my first need as an autistic person is to feel comfortable in what i’m wearing. Even if i feel good wearing feminine clothes, the dread i eventually develop over having to wear clothes that are Nice Looking over a sweat shirt and loose jeans... it builds up, and eventually i think you can experience burn out from it.

But that’s the sensory stuff; i still acknowledge that, most of the time, i do have a desire to express femme-like. I like long hair, i like putting on short shorts and having round thighs and sleek shoulders an a softer face and wearing flowing dresses

And to be fair, I still adore the futch and butch Looks as well, and i often find myself yearning to chop my hair shorter and wear loose jeans and denim jackets and fingerless gloves. Like, the amount of times I think of Ellie from TLOU and just go “wow, i just wanna look like that” is quit often lol.

But still, you can be a woman and dress masculine and feminine, i know that.

So....... why do i also find myself seeing men or male characters and thinking “god, if only i looked like that”? What about Frodo’s sharp jawline yet gentle voice and soft eyes made me think “thats me”, was there something about Danny Phantom’s clone being a girl and him being a man that made me so entranced as a kid when i saw it, why is it when i look at Cloud Strife in a dress do i ponder “is this what people mean when they say they experience gender euphoria?”

The idea of being a “man” or presenting masculine while not identifying as a woman or a man has been a off and on question since i was about 14, maybe even younger but 14 was when i had better terminology to think about it.

I don’t.... think i want to be a man, no, i don’t really like how that sounds or feels. I’m... ok with being a woman, but there are times were i dont really want to be a /woman/. I just want to be a body, a blank canvas to express a look or idea in that moment, and when i’m done with it, i have a “home base” gender to return to, something i’ve known and that i find familiar and safe.

But yea... it’s confusing, and sometimes i feel dumb for thinking or talking about it, but it was been on my mind a bit the last.... while i guess??

Idek what terms to use. like.... technically i’m nonbinary, like by what i just described, you’d think that’s how i’d identify, but for some reason using that term doesn’t feel right for me. But i’m not a Woman either, i’m like?? a Queer Woman, yknow?

Sometimes i wonder if my sexuality is also just what i want my gender to be which i KNOW sounds ridiculous because they are two separate things but its just a thought i had. Like... women, yes, but. Queer about it.

Pronouns are also Wild, like i use she/her and honestly, even tho im like... and off-brand queer “woman”, i really do prefer she/her. They/them and he/him and other pronouns i’ve seen dont Feel Right, so um............. she/her will probably always bee the pronouns i use tbh. Maybe its my autism brains just liking familiarity, but they feel most comfortable to me even if im Not Exactly A Woman.

Anyway...... this probably made no sense, but it was just on my mind i guess. TLDR; my gender’s just my name at this point and sometimes i think i wanna be a Boi but ehh?? eehmhmmmklsjdfl yknow?

#nothings wrong im just thinking about gender lmao #okidenshi randomness

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albapuella · 4 years

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How to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failure (Chapter Three)

AO3

Fandom: Homestuck

Summary: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU Dave needs to win a bet; Karkat needs to write an article. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: Humanstuck, alternate universe - no sburb session, POV switches galore, implied/referenced child abuse Author’s note: This story is the result of a jam session I did with aceAdoxography on the davekat thirst federation discord server. This one's a little out of my usual wheelhouse, but I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. New chapters every Saturday/Sunday. Didn’t bother with the formatting this time: You want the fancy formatting, go to AO3 :D

Day 3:

Since Karkat had not managed to scare Dave off with the... outburst yesterday, he figured he’d hooked the idiot as well as he was ever going to. Which meant it was time to start fucking it up. He did his best to ignore the sense of loss already forming in his chest at the thought. Whatever frustrations he’d felt during that hang out/date thing Dave had put him through yesterday, he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed the experience, too.

Dave was a dork who talked too much, but he was also witty and charming in a maladroit sort of way. And it had been nice to have someone appreciate Karkat’s sense of humor in return. For once. A part of him wished he had longer to enjoy their time together, but he knew better.

Since he knew better, he also knew it wasn’t the time to mope. It was time to go on the full offensive. “Offensive” being the operative word. In this case, it meant acting like himself. Karkat had been on his best behavior up to this point, and now he’d show Dave who the “real him” really was. If he played his cards right, he probably wouldn’t even have to go on another date to seal the deal.

Karkat felt his eyes ache, and he hated himself for being such an idiot. He’d known this wasn’t going to last—even without his article, it never would have lasted. He’d already proven a countless number of times that, while a fairly good friend, he was simply terrible as a romantic partner. Dave was just one more guy he’d never really had a chance with. Just one more tally mark to add to his failures.

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When Dave woke up the next day, he saw that he had quite a few messages waiting for him. A handful from Rose about wedding plans (with a reminder of the dress code, because of course her wedding would have a fully defined dress code). A bunch from his far-flung friend Jade (mostly telling a story which did not require more than a quick “cool” on his part). A couple from John (who was excited that he’d be seeing Dave at the wedding). There were also several from Karkat. Which was kind of a relief: Dave hadn’t liked that he’d been the first one to message him all the time: it made him feel like he was bugging the guy. Especially after waking him up yesterday.

CG: OKAY ASSHOLE, HERE’S THE DEAL:

CG: YOU WANT TO DATE THE REAL ME. FINE.

CG: I AM DONE BEING ON MY BEST BEHAVIOR.

CG: BE PREPARED FOR ME TO COMMENT ON EVERY INANITY THAT DRIBBLES FROM YOUR MOUTH LIKE THE LEAVINGS OF AN INCONTINENT PIGEON.

CG: YOU ARE NOT HALF AS FUNNY AS YOU THINK YOU ARE. ALSO YOUR “RAPS” ARE AN AFFRONT TO THE GENRE AS WELL AS TO THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

CG: IF YOU THINK I AM JOKING OR BEING “CUTE”, YOU ARE WRONG. A STATE YOU SHOULD BE EXTREMELY FAMILIAR WITH BECAUSE YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY SUFFERING FROM AT LEAST MODERATE BRAIN DAMAGE.

CG: I AM NOT NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN “A SNACK”. I ALSO DO NOT HAVE A “SEXY PROFESSOR THING GOING”. IN THE ENTIRE SPAN OF MY MISERABLE EXISTENCE, I HAVE NEVER BEEN ANYTHING WHICH COULD BE CONSIDERED TO BE IN EVEN THE MEAGEREST OF WAYS “SEXY”.

CG: MAYBE YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE THAT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU EVER TOOK OFF THOSE DOUCHE SHADES YOU ARE ALWAYS WEARING.

CG: I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS SMALL TASTE OF WHAT IS TO COME IN YOUR FUTURE SHOULD YOU DECIDE TO KEEP DATING ME.

Dave read the messages a few times, frowning. Mostly, he felt confused, too confused to feel either amused or insulted. Sudden. This was sudden. Also, the more he read the messages, the more he thought Karkat was being more mean to himself than to Dave. His inner Rose (the voice which sounded like Rose but was not nearly as smart as the real thing) said that Karkat was lashing out, hoping to hurt Dave before Dave could hurt him.

And wasn’t that sad?

TG: first of all

TG: you are a total snack

TG: this is not negotiable

TG: do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars

TG: not to be all objectifying or whatever

TG: but that was literally the first thing i thought when i saw you

TG: that guy is a total snack

TG: and fuck you you are sexy

TG: i bet you look even better without the sweater

TG: you are the bank and im the debtor

TG: payin compliments is my cheddar

TG: need proof read the letter

TG: dear mr vantas you are hella sexy signed me

CG: OH MY GOD.

CG: THAT WAS THE PART YOU CHOSE TO FOCUS ON. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOU AT ALL. MOST PEOPLE DON’T LIKE BEING INSULTED. IS THIS A KINK FOR YOU? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS? ARE YOU A FUCKING MASOCHIST?

Dave was grinning so much his cheeks hurt. Nailed it.

TG: im not a masochist

TG: but i think i might be getting a thing for grumpy assholes

TG: it needs more testing

TG: how about we hang out for a few hours today

TG: and see

“CG is typing” appeared and disappeared several times.

CG: REALLY. YOU REALLY WANT TO KEEP DATING ME.

TG: yea unless you dont want to keep dating me

TG: i hope you do

TG: want to keep dating me

TG: i want to know you better

TG: and kiss you sometime

This time the “CG is typing” message went on for quite a while. Dave wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have sent that last message. Then again, he’d already called the guy sexy several times; saying he wanted to kiss him wasn’t weird.

CG: IF YOU’RE SURE YOU WANT TO KEEP DOING THIS, THEN FINE. OKAY. I THINK I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER TOO. JUST REMEMBER I GAVE YOU AMPLE WARNING OF WHAT THE REAL ME IS LIKE. WHEN I INEVITABLY END UP HURTING YOUR FEELINGS, YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF.

TG: score

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After, unwisely, agreeing to meet Dave at the park again before going to some secret secondary date destination he had in mind, Karkat slipped his phone into his pocket in a daze. He was still reeling. Where had he misjudged this situation? He’d been certain he’d done enough to scare Dave away, and yet, here he was with another date to prepare for. Masochism or brain damage—those were the only options. Considering how much Dave had insisted on Karkat’s attractiveness, he was leaning towards the latter.

Of course, the words alone were only half of the total package. Even Dave would find difficulty deriving whatever enjoyment he got out of Karkat’s insults when they were being delivered at an ear-ringing volume. Karkat heaved a deep sigh. All he had to do was be himself on this date. That had always been enough for every other person he’d dated to leave him. Dave would be no different: he was just dumber, so it was taking him longer to get with the program.

* Thinks I’m “sexy”. Definite brain damage. Probable masochist. Raps have not increased in quality but I’m starting to get used to them.

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The problem was Dave knew what he liked to do, what he found fun, but he didn’t know Karkat well enough yet to have much of an idea of what Karkat liked to do. Usually, Dave would have just asked, but seeing as Karkat had just been prepared to be dumped, he didn’t think the question would go over well.

When Dave approached the YO this time, Karkat was already sitting on the bench. His head was bowed over his notepad, and he was furiously writing. Although tempted to look over his shoulder and see what he was doing, Dave decided not to. If it turned out to be something deeply personal, he’d feel like a creep.

Whatever it was held Karkat’s full attention. Dave could be very stealthy, but he wasn’t even trying to be quiet as he got closer. Finally, he was standing right beside where Karkat was sitting. Still nothing. Remembering the reaction he’d gotten the other day, he flopped down close to Karkat, making the other man jump. “Hey.”

Karkat brought his notepad up to his chest, hiding it, and glared. Despite his clear irritation and the roominess of the bench, he didn’t move away. “What the fuck, Dave? Are you incapable of conducting yourself like a normal person? Or am I just special?”

Dave grinned. Looked like Karkat had meant what he’d said about acting more like himself. “I don’t know, you are pretty special. Not in the Special Olympics way,” he hastened to add as he realized his compliment might not come across complimentary. “I mean, nothing against them, they’re great,” he continued, now realizing the actual insult he was now offering them and not wanting to be that guy, “but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

A sort of disbelieving half-smile. “Should I stop you now, or let you keep going?”

“Oh, definitely stop me,” Dave said, relieved. He gestured to the notepad Karkat was no longer holding so tightly against himself. “What are you working on?”

“Nothing important,” Karkat said brusquely, shoving the notepad into his bag as though it had personally offended him. “Something for my work.”

It occurred to Dave that he actually had no idea what Karkat did for a living. “What do you do?”

For a moment, Karkat only regarded him with deep suspicion. Then he sighed. “I write for Dubiously Cultured.” Apparently, Dave’s confusion showed on his face, for he elaborated, “It’s basically a gay Cosmo.” Then he frowned. “You know, a magazine with fashion tips? Make-up? Relationship advice?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Dave said quickly. The last thing he wanted was for his eyes to glaze over on his date like they did when Rose started talking about her magazine (whose title he could not recall at this moment if he’d been being held at gunpoint). “Are you writing an article? Laying down the keep your man tips for the masses?”

Even Karkat seemed surprised by the laughter abruptly bursting from him. “Something like that,” he said once he’d recovered. “You work as a DJ at the Glass, right?”

Honestly, Dave was shocked. He’d been sure Karkat had been just tuning him out! Then again, he had remembered he was from Texas, too. Maybe he just always looked bored and pissed off. “Yeah. It’s not super steady, but it pays the bills.” It actually didn’t pay the bills; Rose’s mom (his mom, she was also his mom) sent him money every month to pay for the apartment and various other expenses. However, his sad family history wasn’t exactly third date material. “You ever been?”

Karkat leveled Dave with a skeptical look which seemed to indicate his estimation of Dave’s intelligence had started low and was only getting lower. “Do I look like the kind of person that would get past a bouncer? Are you actually visually impaired, or are you making fun of me?” He shook his head. “I can see myself in the mirror, jackass; I know what I look like. Stop pretending I’m,” he held up his hands to make the finger quotes, ‘hot’.”

“I’m insulted you would think I’d lie about your hotness. You’re a fucking rooftop in the middle of a Texas summer. I should know; I’ve been there.” The metaphor stirred up memories Dave didn’t want to think about, and he wrapped an arm around Karkat’s shoulder. He immediately wished he’d done it sooner. “Anyway, I’ve already told you, you are a snack. You might as well accept it. It’s obvious. Everyone with eyes can see it. Not you, for some reason, but everyone else.”

“That’s just not true, Dave.” Before he could contest this, Karkat continued, “Most blind people still have eyes, idiot, and they can’t see anything, let alone support your dubious assertion that I’m attractive.” The words practically dripped with sarcasm even as he settled into Dave’s half-embrace. “You’re being so fucking insensitive right now.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right.” The part of Dave not worrying about the words flowing out of his mouth registered how nice and warm Karkat felt under his arm and pressed against his side. “Well, if they got to feel you up, they’d agree you were a snack, too. So, checkmate, Karkat. Check fucking mate. You’re just going to have to accept it. Majority vote. You’re a snack.”

Karkat looked up. “If you tell me you want to eat me, I’m leaving now and blocking your chumhandle.” Then his gaze shifted away. “This is nice,” he said, his voice softer than Dave had thought he was capable of. Maybe it was Dave’s burgeoning hearing loss, but he sounded… sad.

While Dave wanted to ask why he sounded so sad, he figured Karkat would tell him if he wanted him to know. After all, they still hadn’t known each other for very long yet. What was needed was a distraction, and Dave had just the thing to cheer both of them up. “If you think this is nice, you should be super excited for our date.”

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Karkat had been feeling guilty again. It really had been nice, sitting on that bench in front of that giant art installation, to pretend that there was actually some sort of future for them. For him and Dave. Together. So, he’d been feeling guilty—even if he was an idiot who talked too much, Dave wasn’t a bad guy, and he didn’t deserve what Karkat planned on putting him through.

At least, that’s what Karkat had been thinking until they’d arrived at their final destination.

“A karaoke bar?” Karkat felt a scowl furrow his brow, and he turned it onto Dave, who had the audacity to be grinning at him. “It might interest you to know that I can’t fucking sing.”

Dave shrugged. “No one can at these places, Karkat. That’s why it’s fun.” He pushed his glasses down his nose, allowing Karkat the briefest glimpse of his eyes before he pushed them up again. “You’ve had fun before right? Or do we have to go slow and ease you into it, because fun is a hotel pool with a broken heater, and you haven’t raided the mini-bar yet.”

“Of course I know what fun is, you festering anal wart.” He saw himself ranting reflected in the lenses of Dave’s stupid glasses and looked away. “Fun is a walk in the park, or watching a movie, or going on a picnic, or playing a game. Fun is not embarrassing yourself in front of dozens of strangers by subjecting them to what can only laughingly be called your singing voice!” He started at the unexpected hand on his shoulder but made no move to shrug it off.

“Hey,” Dave said quietly, “if you really don’t want to be here, we can do something else. I don’t really know what you like yet outside of chick flicks. And writing for a magazine. And coming up with creative insults for me.” His grip on Karkat’s shoulder tightened slightly. “Help me out here, Karkat; I’m drowning with only seconds left to live. You’re the hot lifeguard, and I’m gonna need your sweet lips on mine fairly soon, or else I’m leaving the beach in a body bag. And no one wants that.”

Karkat turned back to face Dave. There were so many things to unpack in this latest offering of word vomit that he wasn’t even going to make the attempt. “Do you ever actually listen to the things you say?”

“I try not to,” Dave said blithely. “Messes with my flow.” Then the smile faded. “I mean it, though. If you want to go somewhere else, we totally can. I don’t have my heart set on this place; I just thought it’d be fun. Maybe you’d loosen up a little.”

“I am exactly as loose as I want to be,” Karkat sniped back, tacitly admitting that now he was the one saying stupid things. As much as he wanted to make things difficult for Dave for the sake of his article, he really couldn’t deny being touched that Dave was willing to change his plans because Karkat had complained about them.

Besides, while Karkat could be (and often was) loudly unpleasant and vulgar, it wasn’t the kind of thing he could force. He had to feel it. And he wasn’t feeling it. “No, we can stay. Just are there private rooms?”

Dave was frowning, perhaps in displeasure, perhaps in thought. “We can check.”

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It turned out that there were private rooms, but they were prohibitively expensive. If this had been something Karkat had really wanted to do, Dave would have shelled out the cash, but he’d known he’d made the right call to spend the date elsewhere when he’d given Karkat the verdict and his shoulders had immediately relaxed.

Although Karkat had also protested that he wasn’t much better at bowling than he was at singing, he’d seemed less agitated about the prospect. He’d actually smiled a little when Dave had confided that he, too, wasn’t much of a bowler. Dave also wasn’t much of a drinker, but when Karkat offered to buy him a beer, he’d accepted it.

Dave was currently sipping his apple? flavored ale from the chair in their section of the alley and watching Karkat lob yet another ball down the gutter. This made, what? the tenth in a row? Dave had managed via blind luck to hit a strike with his first shot—a feat he had not been able to repeat—and that had pissed Karkat off like nothing else. Each additional failure to even get his ball any closer to hitting any of the pins only made Karkat’s face redder.

The only question was when he was going to pop.

“FUCK!” Karkat stomped back to the ball return. “FUCK ME, FUCK BOWLING, AND FUCK YOU, DAVE. YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME? NEWSFLASH, FUCK FACE, YOU ARE JUST AS OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE AT THIS AS I AM—AT LEAST *I* HAVE THE FUCKING DECENCY TO BE ASHAMED OF MYSELF!”

Dave made absolutely no attempt to hold back his laughter.

“Hey, do you mind watching your language?” An older man in the next lane was giving Karkat quite an impressive glare. “There are kids present.”

Karkat’s face went purple.

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“Well, Karkat,” Dave said as they walked down the street to no stated destination, his tone infuriatingly casual, “I can honestly say I’ve never been kicked out of a bowling alley before. I can scratch that off the old bucket list. It wasn’t on there because I hadn’t thought of it, but now I see I was blind to the possibilities. Thanks for opening my third eye or some shit like that.”

Karkat had let Dave put his stupid arm around his shoulders about a block back, and he hated the fact it felt so comforting. Bad enough he’d made an ass out of himself over nothing in public (again!), but it hadn’t even worked. He’d wanted to piss Dave off by showcasing his abhorrent personality, and he’d failed miserably. It wasn’t even his fault he’d failed either. For some inscrutible fucking reason, the idiot found temper tantrums hilarious to watch rather than embarrassing to be associated with. “Fuck you, Dave,” he said quietly, his energy quite spent.

Dave chuckled. Case in fucking point. “Aw come on, don’t be like that. It’s not like we’re banned from the place.” He paused. “I’m probably not going to get you to go there again anyway, am I?”

“I am never stepping foot back into that establishment, no.”

“Are you still pissed at me for that strike?” Dave’s voice sounded disbelieving. Maybe a little hurt. “I told you, man, it was a fluke. I wasn’t trying to hustle you. If I’d wanted to hustle you, there’d be money involved. That’s how that shit works. It’s like the definition of a hustle.”

Karkat sighed. “No, I’m not mad about that.” He hadn’t really been that mad about it in the bowling alley either. He’d just been frustrated. Loudly. Which was how he usually expressed his frustration. In the moment, it made him feel better… afterwards, he just felt tired. “I’m just really fucking embarrassed, okay? I know embarrassment is probably a foreign concept for you, but—”

Then he was being hugged. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed into it. He knew he shouldn’t be accepting Dave’s comfort, that this was only going to make things harder in the long run, but he couldn’t help himself. He really was such a selfish asshole. His head fell naturally against Dave’s shoulder, and he felt a distressingly familiar ache in his eyes. “Why are you hugging me?”

A soft guff of laughter blew past his ear. “Dude, you looked like you needed a hug. I’m not a hug expert or anything, but sometimes you look at a guy and think, that guy, he needs a hug.” The arms around him held him just a little tighter. “I hope you leave me a good review on yelp.”

Karkat choked on his unexpected laughter. “Dave. You are so fucking ridiculous.” As much as a part of him wanted to remain in his arms, he knew if he stayed any longer, he really would start crying. “Let go of me, asshole.”

Dave did so with only a moment’s hesitation. He put his hands on his hips. “So, what do you think?”

“About what?” Karkat successfully resisted the urge to wipe his eyes. With any luck, Dave wouldn’t notice how tear bright they probably were. Why was he getting so emotional anyway? None of this would matter soon enough.

“My review,” Dave said as though Karkat should have any idea what he was talking about. “Five out of five stars, right? Don’t crash my yelp score, dude—I have a reputation to maintain as hug master supreme; it’s all I have.”

And Karkat was laughing again. It really felt good.

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* Gives nice hugs. Doesn’t respect personal space. Karaoke bar? Shitty bowler. Why isn’t this working?

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{{ The third step is the ego. For Dr. Freud (famous psychology hack), the ego was a moderator. For our purposes, we return to the original Latin: I. Make it all about you and your comfort. If you have had enough of your short-term partner’s incessant prattle, say so. When you want to scream, do it at the top of your lungs. Use whatever language feels best to you at all times regardless of the situation. Make your short-term partner embarrassed to be associated with you. If you can get you and your short-term partner kicked out of an establishment due to your behavior, so much the better. However, if you find that such antics only serve to amuse your short-term partner, cease them immediately. The point of this exercise is to humiliate your short-term partner, not further endear you to them. Also, in the event that you are more embarrassed by your conduct than your short-term partner is, under no circumstances allow them to comfort you. It will only distract you from your objective. }}

#Homestuck #humanstuck #davekat #fan fic #my fic #wip

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euphoriecs · 5 years

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11/11/11 tag !!!

thank u sm for tagging me @yikescomma, @buckaroowrites nd @yikeskimi !!!

rules: answer 11 questions, write your own 11, tag 11 people !

under the cut bc its a Lotta questions KSKSKSHK

yikescomma’s questions!!

1. what’s your favourite place to write?

oh this is ?? kind of a tough one bc i feel like i never Branched out in my spaces when it comes 2 being productive,, like a lot of my work is done in my bedroom just bc my desk is there and it’s the most convenient,,,, honestly im jus gonna say my favorite place to write would be from . my desk . bc it faces the window :-)

2. which character(s) from your wip(s) is your favourite?

since i only have wtsf confidently worked out ,, i’ll use those ocs !! but i think , quite Honestlie ,,, that wendy is my favorite character !! im rly in love with how she progresses as a person nd also she’s jsut . she gets it u know .

3. what are some inspirations for your wip(s)?

I TALKED ABT THIS BEFORE but b/ts’ hyyh series, my neighborhood, spring day by b/ts are a few inspirations for wtsf !!!

4. how did you start writing?

my dad got me hooked on reading when i was really really young !! and being able to read abt all these huge worlds nd being given an opportunity 2 fall in love w them rly inspired me to want to write worlds of my own . plus , i watch a lot of different shows nd animes that feed into my daydreams nd sometimes im like ‘yo,,, that was a good daydream,,,,, time 2 story it’ .

5. which of your ocs is most difficult to write?

uHGHHGHGS ARTHUR ...... trying to capture this like . enigmatic feeling while keeping close 2 his reasons for acting That way is actually ,, rly hard?? hes a tough cookie 2 crack but i will crack it .

6. what aesthetic do you associate with your wip(s)?

for wtsf ,,, quiet towns , lonely beaches , sunset nd sunrise ,,, running through the streets ??

7. do you like planning?

YEA !! i see it more as like . being able to explore ur wip and what directions it can take nd its also jsut rly helpful to have a solid foundation .

8. what is your favourite quote from your wip(s)?

i pulled this from my drabbles but: “Slow down.” Wendy grabbed Arthur’s wrist, pulling him down to sit on the sand. “This world can’t keep up with you.”

9. do you like to listen to music while you write?

yes and no ?? im very particular to the kind of music im listening to nd more often than not, i write in complete silence ,,, but sometimes i’ll find a song that i feel rly fits the vibe of what im writing nd i just put it on repeat HGSHJK

10. what do you like most about your own writing?

i think i like the descriptive aspects of it ?? like how i describe places nd feelings ,,,, :-) !

11. what are/were/would be your ocs favourite subjects in school?

everyone except piper in wtsf is graduated from high school but ,, wendy liked english class the best bc it was fun nd she got good grades !! rafael definitely loved psychology nd took it at an ap level ,, arthur liked math nd chemistry .. chemistry he liked More bc he got 2 blow stuff up SKKSKSEH and piper likes world history!! tho shes not good at it . but she likes it!!

buckaroowrites’ questions!!

what is your favorite subgenre to write? to read?

i lov urban fantasy and low fantasy JGHDSHGJKS like its my favorite to write nd read bc like .. o heck ?? ghosts nd ghouls nd just overall supernatural stuff irl ?? that’s the way 2 go

if you had to be trapped on a desert island with any of your ocs, who would it be and why?

if i had 2 be trapped on a desert island ...... i’d probably choose rafael . honestlie he just seems like he always knows what’s up nd my chances of survival would increase w him JHGJKSJKS

what is your favorite medium to write?

definitely novels !! its a format i’ve pretty much grown up w and im more comfortable w this medium than any others GHSHJKS but i’d love to explore like ,, screenplays nd see where that takes me

who was your first oc?

HYLLY SHITTTT THIS BRINGS ME BACK SJHJHJGJKS i used to draw a lot back when i was younger nd so i had this oc JHJS his name was ian and he was meant for the maximum ride universe but he was a dumb dude who was 2% cat . nd he had an adopted sister ,, i forgot her name but she was part bird .

what was your first wip about?

world end club is supposed 2 be abt a group of teens who work together 2 take down a corporation that wants 2 essentially control the artificial island they live on thru engineered soldiers . ITS A CONCEPT ,, nd it requires a little Too Much for my one brain cell to think abt

thoughts on shakespeare?

uhhh no thots bc i never read his work in high school i jus know macbeth is cursed .... wow i rly dont know anything abt shakespeare huh .

poetry or prose?

o this is TOUGH i rly adore both .......... im gonna . im gonna go w prose . i lvoe poetry so much sometimes there are lines that just rly fucken punch u in the face but im gonna go w prose bc its familiar !!

would you ever co-write a story?

nO ..... i wouldnt b able 2 compromise i’d jus b like oH ACTUALLY SKSKKS MY IDEA’S DUMB LETS JUST DO URS

write what you want to write or write what you want to read/watch?

oh . fuc .... i feel like its important to have a good balance of both but . honestlie im very partial to what i want to read/watch ..

do you like to write violence?

i dont Like 2 write it but its In My Wips !

what is your favorite trope?

oH ,, probably ‘fire forged friends’ or like . mutual pining ... i have too many favorite tropes nd somehow im gonna incorporate them all .

yikeskimi’s questions!!

Tell us about the main character(s) in your current WIP!

oKAY SO im gonna try to not make this too long SJKHJGS !! wendy is a very like . prickly character . shes like a cactus . nd she’s not too fond of letting ppl get close, but the ppl who do manage to get close to her are happie 2 learn she would actually die for them . loyalty is a Huge Huge part of her character, and she cares very deeply abt the people she calls family . shes also v sarcastic nd like . ‘open ur eyes dummy’ .

arthur is a kind of person who lives heavily on false pretenses . like he projects this image bc its an image that he can control nd he jsut Rolls w it , but hes actually someone who likes 2 tease his friends nd be friendly to them ,, hes got Issuez nd is very much the type of person to be like ‘o lol im ok :-)...’ nd prioritize the needs of others

rafael is , in all honesty , just babey . he studied a lot during high school nd rly pushed himself beyond his limits bc he wants to be able 2 go 2 a good college on scholarship nd get a job 2 support his family , nd hes just ?? very responsible nd sweet but that can also manifest into him taking on more than he should nd burning out .

piper is a very ,, honestlie kinda sad character kjHGJSJ she spends a lot of time just trying 2 appeal to other ppl bc she knows her interest in the supernatural make her a ‘weird’ person nd she wants to be able 2 have real friends ,, but when she learns 2 let go of this she’s very silly nd always making jokes During The Right time ..

Do you have an all time favorite OC? Tell us about them!

hMMMM i dont think i do ??? my memory of my ocs is rly bad JHSJ so more often than not i just ,, rip i dont remember them </3

If you could be best friends with one of your OCs, who would it be and why?

ms piper chaiyathan !!!! shes a very open nd kind individual nd i feel like our humor nd joking style would match V v v well !!!

Last line you’ve written in your WIP?

Wendy, unlike her brothers Adam and Nate, had inherited her father’s rough touch, and that made them both unwanted in the high stakes setting of a diner kitchen.

If you have a chosen title for your WIP, were there any titles you considered before it? And if not, what are some titles you’re thinking of?

when the sun falls went through SO many titles nd i actually have them all here: where the sun goes / fever dreams / above the sun / where the sun follows / the drowned sun ... as u can see the sun was smth i Needed .

What is an important element in the world your WIP takes place in?

uHHHH the supernatural element is . Very important but i cant be too specific about it but i will tell u it involves a dead tree on the beach .

Tell us an out of context spoiler.

arthur gets a cool new set of eyes.

Any power couples/ships in your WIP?

wendy nd arthur babey ,,,,,, bat nd molotov cocktail duo ,,,, last name central until the important moment nd THEN they use each other’s first names ..

Any music you like listening to while you write?

uHHHH specifically for wtsf i listen 2 a lot of hozier, lorde, conan gray, khalid nd halsey :-)

What would your main character(s) favorite song be?

oH okay i got this in the BAG ... wendy’s favorite song would Absolutely be work place by hozier or more than sorrow by a-lin ,,, arthur would definitely b listening 2 like . free spirit by khalid .. piper, since she p much spent all of middle school nd 2 years of high school in thailand ,, i think she’

Which character in your WIP could you relate to the most?

honestly? all of them !!! a lot of the characters in wtsf have little bits nd pieces of me bc thats how all my ocs come into existence nd theres no One character thats like “oh,,, das me”

and here are my 11 questions !!

Which one of your OCs do you think could survive a zombie apocalypse? Why?

What’s something you’ve been itching to write about?

Share the last paragraph you wrote!

Do you prefer coming up with plots or characters? Why?

Do you have any abandoned WIPs? Tell us about them!

What are some favorite themes/tropes to write about?

How do you get into the zone for writing?

Tell us a random fact for any of your OCs !!!

Are you someone who needs a visual for your WIPs?

What are some influences to your writing style?

If you had to be a character in one of your WIPs, which WIP would it be and what role would you play?

i’m gonna tag @babyreeds @holotones @alejandroistyping @noloumna @faerisms @omniawrites @aslanwrites @ashesconstellation @thegrievingyoung @glittcrpeach @syposium !!! no pressure to do it if u dont want to tho <3

#tag game.#AAA this was fun :-) !!!

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iamsonyeondone · 6 years

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heir! seventeen // choi seungcheol

♥ so fluffy!!!

♥ 2 k words

♥ summary: the student body president always had something for you but with you being too oblivious, you simply needed a little bit of help noticing

ok lemme tell you about our leader choi seungcheol

Not only does he have the most beautiful faces I've seen in my entire life, this boy is a dedicated student committee president of Pledis High, an elite school in Seoul

And he's also the second heir to his father's business in Daegu!!

As expected of our president, this boy is the nicest honey baby in the entire school like now wonder he has a whole club of fangirls making sure he's eaten and well-rested

I want to be a part of that protection squad thank you very much

and you on the other hand, despite the average family background, you enrolled into Pledis High by a scholarship!! Look at you!! Making me proud!! You smart baby!!!

And as much as you want to have a balanced high school experience, you. just.couldnt.keep.up and instead used all your time studying at the back of the school

hmm?? people say there's a ghost roaming there?? wELL you don't give two shits because no korean ghost will stop you from getting into a college

ever since that rumour was spread around, your favourite study place is always empty and calm and you don't have to face people and put your anxious cute butt to suffer!!

But one day, you hear shuffling of feet behind the pillar that was blocking you and you just?? froze?? WAS IT THE GHOST?? why would it show up after three months?? and nearing your exams wth piss off >:[

"hYung what the heck everything is scattered!!!"

"it wasn't my fault you switched the fan on, soonyoung,"

"yeA bUt you should've warned me first :(("

"can you two just shut up and pick it up?? the SC room ( aka Student Committee) is in worser condition,"

Who?? Are?? They??

Curiosity got the best of you as you peeked from behind the pillar, spotting two boys picking up papers of the ground and you couldn't help but think that the black-haired one looked so familiar?? or maybe you're myopic who knows

As the wind blew, the scattered papers flew along, one of them sweeping under your feet

Until you see a hand reaching out towards it- wait WHAT "whOAH WHo- what are you doing here??" Seungcheol screamed as he tumbled backwards and fell onto his butt, fear evident on his face

Lo and behold black-haired boy was none other than Pledis's student committee president

"w-what why can't i be here?? You don't own this school," what were you even saying?? All you knew was that your fingers were trembling and your feet were rooted to the ground from the sudden ouTbUrst

"oh hi (y/n)," Soonyoung waved towards you with a wide smile crinkling his eyes

"you know her??"

"oh yeah she's my classmate, pretty quiet but the smartest out of all of us," just as Soonyoung was giving a summarized introduction of yourself to him, you glanced back and forth from your classmate and the student committee president with so much confusion

And as much as Seungcheol flew away from your appearance, he was actually just shocked to see you! Because everyone knows you hunny, who else always tops her classes as you internally deteriorate from the lack of sleep omg

Not only because you're one of the smartest but he's always found you interesting?? And pretty cute ;)))

You grabbed the paper beneath your feet and before you know it, you're helping them gather all the materials and,, walking,, up the stairs,,, with them

When was the last time that you were actually on the same pace as someone else??

"how did you even get that maths question on last weeks test?? I almost squished my head trying to figure it out," Soonyoung was flailing his arms, a stack of paper in each hand as you looked over him cautiously, afraid that all of you had to painstakingly sweep all of them up again

"oH uhm it's pretty easy once you memorised all the formulas, its just applying it in the right sequence," and slowly, it was actually pretty easy to talk to your classmate!! Like he's always bursting with energy but he makes sure he isn't crossing the line

And about Seungcheol?? Well, he's too busy trying to grasp the fact that you,,, are beside him,, and your side profile is so mesmerising to watch– until Soonyoung tosses a question his way and he's just???

And both pair of eyes are staring at him but he's more focused on YOUR eyes staring at him and he kinda shortcircuits, stuttering an excuse when he barely gets to his second word

whiPPeD™

and Soonyoung catches oN and kinda just smirks at him, wiggling his eyeborws and all that pizzazz ',:)

"(y/n) why dont you join as at the SC room?? We have some snacks there and since you helped us out, it's the least we could do!!" Soonyoung exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet as his eyes gleamed

"sure why not? but I can't stay for long though, I have extra classes in about an hour,"

"yAY CMON LETS GO"

For the next few minutes or so, the boys bickered among one another about the previous incident and you were introduced to Jihoon, the vice president of the student committee

He's pretty cold at first but after a few jokes, Soonyoung making a fool of himself and being a total savage!! he actually becomes a pretty chill person to hang out with

And amongst all the joking around, Seungcheol finAlly opens up and joins the conversation

Like the two of you would've been best buds if he wasn't so enchanted by you and you being so anxious to meet new people

but look at you two now!! laughing and fooling around awww

But fun always comes to an end as your alarm goes off for you to go to your extra classes :(( you wave goodbye and thank them for the snacks, jogging back to your study place to pack of your things and GO

But your routine slowly changes and you always find yourself at the SC room?? Back of the school who??

It's either you're accompanying Jihoon by studying beside him or having your lunch with Soonyoung and talking about the latest class gossip oR helping Seungcheol out by organizing their documents and talking about anything and everything while doing so

A week later and you open the door to the SC room to only see Seungcheol and he looks panicky and distressed by looking at the laptop in front of him and you wonder where the other two went because their stations are clean and their seats were pushed in

"What's with the long face?" you attempt to joke, but your voice didn't hide the worried tone beneath it

As much as you would want to deny it, your feelings developed for him, seeing more than just the president or a friend

And imagining what it would be like to have your fingers intertwined with his or the feeling of his lips on your forehead and enjoying a cuddle session with him

But that's not your priority right now, you took the seat beside him, head tilting slightly to see his features – his eyes squinting, eyebrows furrowed and his lips curling into a frown

"It's just... you know the upcoming charity festival? The one that Pledis always organize at the end of the year? This time they wanted something different and more appealing to teenagers but Pledis have been doing this for more than a decade and it's difficult to choose an idea something that hasn't been used," he rambled on, letting his palms cover the stress etching his features as he groaned and sigh into them

"first things first, calm down, its not the end of the world. Here, drink some water and let your brain rest a little. I'm sure we'll think of something,"

"we?"

"yeah dumbass, it's impossible if you do all of these yourself," you chuckled, taking control over the laptop as you reviewed the past year's themes and the popularity of each year

After much research on the current trends, you managed to write down a few for Seungcheol to shortlist but just as you were about to call out to him, you were greeted by his sleeping figure, his head rested on his arms as you chuckled to yourself

With no one around, your hands itched to brush away his bangs from his eyes

"why do you have to be so hot? Pfft, if i told you that right now, you would probably be a mess and deny it, just like every compliment I've given you," you chuckled, laying your head on the table to get a better view

"as much as your humbleness is attractive, it gets annoying how you don't accept the praise you deserve. Like wth Seungcheol, you're more than just amazing that I'm not worthy of liking you," you mumble, you fingers moving on its own as you brushed his bangs away from his face

"is that all you wanted to say?" he muttered, taking you aback as you jumped slightly in your seat, hand retracting and all in all being a blushing m e s s

"you were awake this whole time?

"i was just resting my eyes, dummy. But now that you mentioned something.." he trailed off, stretching in his seat and looking towards you a small smirk adorning his face while his tinted red ears were a contrast to his sudden confidence

"so you like me?"

"y-yOu didn't hear anything, I was just... Uhmmmm taLKING to the screen,"

"then why were you brushing through my hair?" he chuckled with that smug smirk you desperately want to wipe off

"i dont know Seungcheol!! Maybe dont look so cute when you rest your damn eyes!!" you exclaimed in panic, eyes wide as you huffed, looking away and towards the laptop in front of you

but then you feel a hand guiding your chin to look towards him, your cheeks practically felt like they were on f i r e

"I've waited so long to say this, don't try to brush of your confession now. I like you too (y/n) oh god i probably liked you before we even became friends. You were always so hardworking, doing whatever it took to get what you wanted. Don't even get me started on how gorgeous you are. Can't you tell? I'm whipped for you, (y/n)," he nervously chuckled, biting his bottom lip in anticipation as he waited for your reply

But words seemed to fail you as you watched on, your mouth gaping

Seungcheol leaned in, brushing your lips with his being an absolute tease

And you couldn't handle it any longer, pulling him by the collar as the both of you properly kissed, surprising him as you took his breath away, his heart racing a mile a minute

And all you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat against your ears

once you pulled away, you leaned against his chest, weak from feeling his lips against yours as he let out a throaty chuckle

"impatient much, princess?" and the sound of the nickname sends shivers down your spine as you buried your face deeper into his uniform and the heat from your face could possibly start a fire

"You're too cute, what am i going to do with you?" even without having to see his face, you could tell that he had his widest gummy grin plastered on his face and the thought of it brought a smile onto yours

Before you could detach yourself from him, you heard a small thud from behind the door, and the feeling in your gut tells you that something, or somebody, had been there longer than you expected

"soOnyouNg keep it down!! You're gonna give us awAy–"

"bUt HyUng–"

"we should've known we got set up," you groaned, diving into your palms to hide the embarrasment rising to the surface

"well, we wouldn't be here without them, princess," Seungcheol teased, pecking your cheek as you nudged him away yet your bashful smile remained

You wouldn't have it any other way; being in the SC room with your three favourite people.

Of course your dear Seungcheol being the first ;))

A/N: who should i write for the heir! seventeen series next?? :D i also hoped this was fluffy enough because I rewrote this 3 times (i lost it each time :I) but i hope all of you had/is having a nice day ♥

#kpop #imagine #scenario #writing #bulletpoint #fanfic #fanfiction #svt #seventeen #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #s. coups #scenarios #imagines #writings #pledis #17

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shadows-taller · 7 years

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bucky, 41, getting together story💘

this took way too long and I have no excuse. also it’s super long and I got carried away. whoops. usually I don’t like using the whole y/n thing but I feel it was unavoidable here. anyway. I hope you enjoy!

“I know it’s 2am but can we meet up”

The absolute best thing about getting a text from a wrong number is the sheer fun you can have fucking with the person who texted you. For example, Wanda got a wrong number one time detailing how her child was a disruption to this woman’s daughter and how she was no longer invited to this family’s barbecue. For a solid four days she pretended to be this kid’s mother, and it only ended when the soccer mom threatened to call the cops. To date, that’s your best wrong number story, and to be fair, it isn’t even yours.

You haven’t had much luck as far as messing with strangers, your first and only attempt being the incident at the Apple Store in Times Square when you were drunk. Needless to say, you haven’t gone back to the area in a long time.

Ever since moving to New York, you’ve learned that the people are friendly when you get to know them and treat them like people rather than tourist attractions. You might even call yourself one, on occasion - god knows your whole family back home thinks you’re some sort of socialite now that you’re in the big city.

Most of the time, you’re just lucky if you go out to lunch with Wanda or Val once a week. That and the debate club you frequent once a month, held at a bookstore a few blocks down from your street. The only interaction you have with men is in class and the guy who works at the bookstore on weekends. He’s seen you at your worst, from the morning to get a book for class and in the evening when you just finished a part of a series and need to find out what happens next. And dressed in pajamas in both situations. No way will you strike up conversation with him anytime soon, that’s way too embarrassing.

All this to say, school doesn’t make for much wiggle room in your schedule. And your social skills have become a bit lacking thanks to this fact

Luckily, today, a Saturday, has left you enough time not only to get ahead on your studies, but also to get lunch with Wanda, go to the library and the small museum in your neighborhood (because you’ve always wanted to but, again, time is a cruel mistress), and be back home with enough daylight left to make a decent meal for yourself.

Of course, some fucker has to text you in the middle of the night with some bullshit like;

Unknown: i know its 2am but can we meet up

You hear the buzz on your nightstand, wake up enough to reach over and turn your phone on, and type out a response as well as your still mostly-asleep brain can.

You: who’s this?

Prepared to fall back asleep, your head has barely hit the pillow when your phone buzzes again. And then a second time, to add insult to injury.

Unknown: james, from ur anthro class?

Unknown: ur my partner for the project

Groaning, you sit up and prop a pillow behind you. Reaching for your glasses, you prepare to let the guy down, too tired to mess with him. But just as you’re typing out a sorry, wrong #, he messages you for a third time in a row.

Unknown: u know, with Banner? The man who cant answer questions for shit

Now that makes you wake up a bit. Not only because Dr. Bruce Banner is, in your opinion, one of the best anthropology professors at your college, but because he’s helped you pursue your degree in that exact subject area. Dr. Banner’s been a huge impact on your academic success, and this guy is just flat-out wrong about him.

You: first of all, why the fuck are you messaging me (or anyone) at 2am

You: second, wrong number. but banner’s a genius and you’re wrong.

Now you’re fully awake and ready for a debate. It’s why you joined a debate club - sometimes, the need to argue should be directed in more fulfilling avenues. But it’s 2 AM, for chrissakes.

Unknown: i didnt say he wasnt a genius. he just cant answer questions.

You sigh.

You: what sort of questions could you possibly have that he couldn’t answer

Unknown: why do you care anyway

You: it’s kind of my major, smartass

Unknown: shit alright its about this project on like African masks

You: there’s lots of those can you narrow it down

Unknown: i dont know how to! thats my problem

You: did he give you parameters for the assignment?

At this point, you decide to add this guy as a contact, even if out of pity for his apparent lack of skill in the field of anthropology. Maybe this could become a thing, you help him in anthro, he helps you in… whatever he studies? That’s a good question, actually.

Wrong # James: yeah he told us to write on african masks

Wrong # James: like write abt them not like ON on them

You: ok. Well what did you talk about in class?

Wrong # James: masks? from different regions

You: so like what masks from different regions looked like?

Wrong # James: ya

You: did you have a favorite?

Wrong # James: not really?

You: well maybe you should do some research on that and find a region that has masks/symbols that interest you

You: and also get your partner’s number lmao

Wrong # James: ur more helpful than he was tho

You: tough shit u still need to talk to him

You: what major are you anyway

Wrong # James: biomechanical engineering

Wrong # James: so like the opposite of anthro

You: true

Wrong # James: sorry abt waking you up btw

You: it’s no big deal lol

Except that it kind of was. You look at the clock, and it reads nearly 2:30.

Wrong # James: still its kinda late

Wrong # James: I feel bad now

Wrong # James: (…)

Wrong # James: do u wanna meet up sometime? when its not 2am? I need so much anthro help

The smile on your face is wide, because you were just about to suggest the same thing. You take a second to think about your response, but another message comes through before you can send something.

Wrong # James: nvm thats weird pretend i didnt suggest it

You: no! I was actually going to ask you the same thing. god knows I could use some calc help

Wrong # James: calc is so much easier than anthro shut up

You: math is the work of the devil

You: so you free tomorrow?

Wrong # James: ya is 4 good?

You: sure! Campus library?

Wrong # James: yea

You: wait I don’t know what you look like

Wrong # James: tall, brown hair?

You: that’s half the school population

Wrong # James: I’ll be in a stark industries shirt with a leather jacket and a dark green backpack, in the little area behind the sci-fi stuff

You: good that actually does narrow it down

Wrong # James: Wait I don’t know ur name wtf

You: it’s y/n

Wrong # James: see u tomorrow then, y/n

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It’s 3:00 and you have an hour ‘til you meet up with James, so you’ve decided to stop by the little grocery store near your place to get some snacks. You don’t know what he’ll like, so you get some water and a few different types of candy, as well as some fresh fruit. On your way to the library, you stop by the bookstore to get another copy of one of your favorite books for anthropology - Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. You figure James might appreciate a more compelling, interesting read in the midst of textbooks and scholarly articles.

You come to the register and put the book on the counter, eyes cast down like usual. The guy at the counter, somehow always working when you’re there, takes it and rings you up. As you hand him your member card, you glance up to see oddly familiar white lettering. And a leather jacket. And a secondary glance tells you that his name-tag reads James (Bucky). You feel yourself pale as you look up at his face.

“Holy shit.”

He just looks at you, confused.

“Is there something wrong?”

For the first time since your first visit to the store, you look him straight in his pretty blue eyes. You get a sudden burst of confidence, and your shocked expression melts into a nonchalant shrug, smirk dancing at the edge of your lips.

“No, just this random asshole texted me at 2am asking to meet up.”

//send me a prompt

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silkhyung · 7 years

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.3

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 3,123 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: alcohol, language

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.

→ Note: wOW 7 months later................. Just wow, I suck lmao. But here’s part 3, I hope it somehow lives up to your expectations (and that your expectations weren’t too high) and I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for the HUGE, INEXCUSABLE delay!!!! Please enjoy anyway and thank you for reading! ♡

sidenote: this is even more late because of my hand situation and the fact our entire town had a blackout and i couldn’t charge my lap top lol. it’s currently 2am and i have to get up for work tomorrow and stuff so this is very unedited. just so you know!

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

cr.

Fiddling with your phone for a few seconds, you stare at the black screen before unlocking it and finding the text conversation you’ve spent too many minutes of your life smiling over.

As your professor goes on about the importance of choosing the right thesis for you upcoming essay, you keep thinking of JK and what he’s been up to lately. He’s seemed particularly busy.

━ 2:11pm Hope you’re having a nice Friday!

Or you’ve maybe just been particularly annoying?

With a slight frown, you lock your phone and throw it into your open bag, hoping its new location will make you pay attention to whatever Mr. Kim’s trying to teach you. You blush a little when you realize you’ve missed plenty and he’s just about to wrap things up.

“I expect magnificent essays in my inbox”, he smiles goofily before dismissing class with a corny quote about education by John Dewey.

Just as you’re about to gather your things and bolt out of there before Mr. Kim can grab you and question you on your essay’s progress, you hear your phone buzz inside your bag and despite your brain screaming at you not to, you can’t help but fish it out eagerly. It is only slightly embarrassing how your smile dies a little when you realize it’s not from JK.

━ Jung Hoseok 2:13pm Y/N!!! What u up to tonight????

━ 2:13pm What’s your offer?

━ Jung Hoseok 2:13pm Movie with me And Jeongyeon And Jackson

━ 2:14pm ?

━ Jung Hoseok 2:14pm …..and Namjoon

Sighing, you glare at the text messages, thinking about it even though you really shouldn’t. You do have an awful lot of writing to do. Several essays and papers and a quiz coming up first thing on Monday, not to mention the Goddamn mini fest to prepare for since you could literally lose your job if you don’t.

But movie night sounds very nice. Despite the fact Namjoon’s going to be there.

━ 2:14pm Not sure if I can make it……

━ Jung Hoseok 2:14pm Aw come on!!!! What’s more important than preggo gal gadot kicking some serious ass? I sound like jeongie don’t i?

━ 2:15pm lmao yes you do But still not sure tho I have a lot of work to do

━ Jung Hoseok 2:15pm COME ON Y/N Namjoon had a job interview today and he wanted a movie night He would LOVE IT IF YOU COULD COME SO WOULD I

━ Jung Hoseok 2:16pm I’ll bring my caramel popcorn.

Damn Jung Hoseok for knowing the way straight to your heart.

━ 2:16pm To the cinema?

━ Jung Hoseok 2:16pm I neglected to mention it’s at our place Wonder Woman around 6!

Wonder Woman and Hoseok’s famous caramel popcorn is always a hell yes. You're weak.

━ 2:16pm lol alright I’m game

━ Jung Hoseok 2:16pm I ♡ u more than I ♡ jeongie

━ 2:17pm Save it suck up

━ Jung Hoseok 2:17pm Meet me outside yoko’s at 4:30! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Snorting fondly, you lock your phone and begin gathering your things again, all the while trying not to think of the huge pile of work you’re setting yourself up to die because of when you finally decide to take care of it.

You’re just leaving campus when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

━ Jeongie 3:53pm Hoseok texted me but I can’t make it You going?

━ 3:53pm Why not? And yea i am

━ Jeongie 3:54pm Nothing important Don't break any hearts Nd Joon just had a job interview and he was really nervous about it so dont be rude to him

Frowning, you stare at her messages for a few seconds, wondering what the hell she means by that. ‘Don’t break any hearts’. As if that is something you go around doing on a daily basis just for the fun of it.

And why is everyone going on and on about Namjoon’s interview?

━ 3:54pm What’s that supposed to mean?? And I'm not rude I just don't like the guy Is that a crime all a sudden

You see the little check mark indicating she’s read your messages, but when she doesn’t respond you squeeze the device in your palm before dropping it in your pocket. If anyone's being an asshole it's definitely her.

You feel your cheeks flush with annoyance, so you bury your face in your scarf, hoping no one will take too much notice of the burning cherry shade currently decorating your skin. Not that it should matter, but you always feel a little self-conscious when you don't wear enough makeup to cover something as trivial as blushing cheeks.

When you start to near the entrance to Yoko’s, it’s 4:28pm and you immediately spot a familiar figure leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking anything but happy to be there.

“I see you got the text, too”, is your semi-awkward way of making your presence known as you approach him. Saying hi wouldn’t feel right and not saying anything at all would be too rude. Even for you. Even when it involves Namjoon.

He looks up and gives you a nod in acknowledgement. “More like fifty-eight”, he huffs while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, giving your rosy cheeks a curious glance.

“Yep”, you agree, trying not to blush any more than you already have but his scrutinizing gaze is making it sort of hard. “Sounds like Hoseok.” To have something to talk about, you add; “So how’d your… thingy go?”

He looks very surprised and absolutely elated you knew of it and even thought to ask. “Really good. I think. Well, hope.”

Smiling hesitantly, you nod and kick at a rock aimlessly. “I’m sure you nailed it, Namjoon.”

While you awkwardly bury your face in your scarf again, Namjoon gives you a small smile and a look that is so hard to decipher you don’t even bother trying.

“What?” you ask instead, tilting your head to the side when his smile turns into a smug grin.

“Nothing”, he shakes his head, still looking very pleased with himself.

“You can’t look at me like that and not tell me why.”

He shrugs again, and you watch as the smug grin morphs into an unsure grimace before he sighs heavily and smiles hesitantly again, dimples on complete display, and you’re sort of just impressed with his face there for a second.

“It’s just…” He pauses for a beat or two before giving you a curious look. “How’d you know about it?”

“Hoseok told me”, you shrug, averting your gaze when you realize you’d begun to stare at him. The pebbles on the ground seem interesting enough. “He may have mentioned it when he practically forced me not to study tonight.”

You expect Namjoon to be irritated, or angry. Or maybe both. To say something about what a dumbass tattletale Hoseok can be when entrusted with secrets that are not his own to keep. Anything of that sort, really. But he doesn’t.

“You said my name”, he mumbles instead, cheeks as red as yours and you can’t tell if it is because of the cold winds or what he just said.

“Hm?”

“My name. You said it. Earlier.”

You feel your own cheeks warm when you realize what he’s getting at. “Yeah?” you ask and raise an eyebrow anyway.

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath and you watch the vapor float around in front of his face. “You've never actually said my name before. You've called me by my full name most of the time, or just Kim. Or my personal favorite, Kim Fucking Namjoon.” He eyes you wearily, like he’s afraid you’ll get angry. “Never only Namjoon.”

You feel the blush deepen inevitably. What an ass you’ve been. “Oh. I never realized.”

“Yeah, but I don't mind”, he smiles - dimples showing and all - and gives a little nod. “It was just… different. Took me by surprise, I guess.”

There is something you’ve come to realize recently and it’s that when Kim Namjoon smiles, it becomes very hard not to smile back at him. He has one of those dimpled little grins that make other people happy, and you’re its latest victim, it seems. Hesitantly, you offer him a small one back and when his only grows, yours inevitably does too and it’s so… weird.

Just a week ago his smile would make you gag, and now here you are, smiling back at him.

A strange silence falls between you as you stand there in the cold, smiling at one another like awkward lunatics, and you're just about to say something, anything to break the slightly uncomfortable spell when Jackson suddenly comes bumping into you, snaking an arm around your shoulders in a brief sort of half-hug before punching Namjoon’s arm lightly.

“So, what are we all gathered here for anyway?” he asks, eyeing the two of you suspiciously but does not comment on the weird tension in the air. “Couldn't we have just met up at your place like any normal group of people?”

“Probably to carpool or something”, Namjoon shrugs, finally tearing his eyes away from your face. “He’s been very into the whole environmental-”

He gets cut off when the sunshine himself bursts through the doors to Yoko’s, smiling gleefully when he spots the three of you waiting for him just like he asked you to.

“Hello, friends!” he grins, snaking an arm around your shoulders and hugging you close. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to get away from here.”

“I thought Jeongyeon was joining us?” Namjoon asks while the four of you begin walking towards the parking lot around the corner. “She got caught up or something?”

“Sort of”, Hoseok says, while fishing around in his pocket for his car keys.

“How can someone ‘sort of’ get caught up?” Jackson chuckles.

Hoseok lets go of you to continue rummaging through the pocket of his jacket until he finally reveals his key to the rest of you. “She’s just not… feeling it.”

“Oh”, you hear Namjoon mumble under his breath.

“Is she okay?” you ask, feeling a little offended she wouldn’t talk to you about whatever was bothering her.

“She didn’t want you to know about it because she knew you would make a big deal out of it, but she’s at the burger place right outside campus stalking that new burger chef-” Hoseok cuts himself off with a sigh. “No. Enough about Jeongie the traitor. She can take care of herself.” He gives you and Jackson a serious glare and holds up the key in front of your faces. “Who wants to drive?”

You want to object, to ask more questions about your best friend and the mysterious burger chef that has apparently stolen her heart, but you get distracted by the look of panic crossing Namjoon’s face at the mention of the reason for Jeongyeon’s absence.

The thought of him being into her crosses your mind briefly, but you dismiss it as quickly as it appeared. The thought of them together makes you feel… funny. In a way you don’t like, so you dismiss the whole thought and scenario altogether.

Why would you care if Kim Fucking Namjoon likes Jeongyeon? They’d be perfect for one another. Really.

“Ah, so that’s why we met up here”, Jackson nods, grabbing the keys from Hoseok and unlocks the vehicle since no one else would. “Your hate for driving during winter astounds me yet again, Jung Hoseok.”

“Shut up and get in, Wang”, Hoseok mutters, pushing him towards the driver’s side pointedly. “I call shotgun.”

Internally screaming at a certain close friend of yours, you silently slide into the back seat, followed by Namjoon who gives you a small, awkward smile when you’re both seated.

It is no surprise the drive mostly consists of Hoseok and Jackson bantering in the front seat, while you and Namjoon sit in eerily awkward silence in the back - him with his nose plastered to his phone as he fires away text messages like his life depends on it, and you silently watching out of the corner of your eye every now and then. He seems angry, which is something you’d thought Namjoon couldn’t get.

When a text message arrives in your phone with a violent buzz, all of your focus diverts to not smiling too big over the fact it’s from your stranger.

━ JK 4:43pm Do you happen to know how to best break up with a girl without hurting her feelings too bad?

With a slight snort, you begin typing, deciding against asking why he decided that question would be his greeting phrase.

━ 4:43pm Hello to you too lol Is this your way of very unsubtly breaking up with me?

Before you have the chance to second guess your message, it’s sent away and you begin to instantly panic. Was that too much? Too soon?

Too soon for what exactly? It’s not like you’re ever going to even begin thinking about-

━ JK 4:43pm As if that thought would ever even cross my mind Of course not

You can’t help but to smile like a fucking fool. Cautiously, you glance over at Namjoon who still seems too engrossed in his own phone to even pay you any attention.

━ 4:43pm Ok cool lol so what’s up?

━ JK 4:44pm A girl is being annoyingly flirty right now and she seems unable to take a damn hint I’m hiding in the bathroom right now ffs

━ 4:44pm And how is that a bad thing?

━ JK 4:44pm She’s anything but my type! An she’s apparently a friend of my friend lol Help me out pls

━ 4:44pm I’m starting to feel like you only use me for my help and advice…

━ JK 4:44pm No I happen to actually really like talking to u As you already know Getting ur help and advice is only a very nice side benefit

Your heart skips a beat or two in your chest but you completely ignore it, hiding your obnoxious smile with the back of your hand before you type back to him rapidly. You feel a little weird, a little bad for being this happy about him not wanting some random girl’s attention, but nothing about this seems rational or normal to you anyway.

━ 4:45pm Be straightforward and firm and let her know why if she asks

━ JK 4:45pm Why would she ask and what should I say if she does?

━ 4:46pm Idk isn’t that a normal thing to ask when someone tells you they don’t want u?

“Y/N”, Hoseok nearly yells, slapping your knee to get your attention. When you look up to meet his gaze, you find him scowling at you. “Did you manage to get drinks or not?”

Frowning, you answer while distractedly reading JK’s fast response.

“Uhm… Uh, no”, you mumble, typing a quick answer back.

━ JK 4:46pm Point taken So what do I say?

━ 4:46pm Don’t apologize Just say something about not having the time to date or something That’s at least what i would wanna hear

“Sorry.”

“Okay, who are you texting so much lately?” Hoseok asks, but you don’t even think to answer since JK’s familiar image pops up on your newly locked screen. “This is getting ridiculous.”

━ JK 4:46pm Oh that’s actually kinda true Thanks! brb

“Uh, no one”, you smile, locking your screen and hiding it away in your bag, out of reach. “Just school. And stuff with… Mark. Usually Jeongyeon, but she’s apparently busy right now.”

You’ve never been a particularly good liar, but the lies you spew somehow end up flying right past Hoseok as he simply accepts them and turns around with an uninterested shrug.

To your utmost discomfort, you’re not so lucky with Jackson, who eyes you suspiciously through the rearview mirror. Smiling tentatively, you decide to ignore the buzzing in your pocket for safety measures until you make it to Namjoon and Hoseok’s apartment and the movie has started.

It’s 6pm sharp when the four of you finally settle down in the couch, caramel popcorn made, drinks secured with help from Jackson’s roommate whose name is apparently Jaebum that also decided to join the party and your phone is fully charged.

When the intro starts playing, you sneakily fish the device out of your pocket and read over the messages JK sent you while you ignored him.

━ JK 4:49pm It worked lol she didn’t throw her drink in my face Thank you You seem to be a genius in more areas than just the beatles

━ JK 4:50pm This is me confessing you really impress me

━ JK 4:56pm So you help me and then disappear? Cool guess u only use me for your advice and help kink

━ JK 4:59pm that was a bad joke I’m bored pls come back

You hide your smile by sliding further down the couch, burying your face in the pillow you snatched before Hoseok could when you all fought over seats. Eyeing Namjoon who’s the only one you’re sharing the couch with, you relax when you see him too engrossed in the Amazons on the screen to care what you’re doing. Everyone else is on the floor,

━ 6:01pm Sorry lol Got a little preoccupied

You fiddle around with your phone for a few seconds, about to check your social medias when your phone buzzes with an arrived text. The smile is too hard to hide when you realize it’s JK and he’s more than eager to talk to you.

━ JK 6:02pm Welcome back lol Everything good?

━ 6:02pm Yeah ofc I just got distracted prepping for movie night

━ JK 6:03pm Oooh is it one of the good ones? Namely iron man?

Smilingly, you bite into your lip while replying, sinking further down your seat on the couch in the hopes it will hide your ridiculous expression.

━ 6:03pm Wonder woman actually

━ JK 6:03pm That’s a good one

He types for a few seconds after that, so you wait patiently for him to send another message, but when the dots still and stay still for longer than he wrote, you send him a reply just when he decided to send what he was writing earlier, followed by two more quick messages.

━ 6:03pm I agree

━ JK 6:03pm But hey I’m real sorry but I g2g Another meeting lol Sort of

Your heart sinks a little, but you tell yourself you have no reason to be upset so you dismiss it completely. There is no reason for you to be sad he has to go.

━ 6:04pm Oh yeah no problem Good luck! Don’t punch people

━ JK 6:04pm Not if it’ll make you disappointed

━ 6:04pm It will lol So don’t

━ JK 6:04pm Yes ma’am I really have to go tho Have a nice night Y/N!

An embarrassing blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks at the mention of your name, despite the fact it’s just written in a text and not spoken aloud.

━ 6:04pm You too!!

━ JK 6:04pm Until we speak again

━ 6:04pm Until we speak again

━ JK 6:05pm Not too far off in the future I hope :)

“One of these days I’m going to break you phone”, Hoseok mutters from where he sits on the floor in front of you, pinching your toe to show his annoyance.

You lightly nudge him in the back of the head with your foot. “Don’t worry. I’m completely focused on Gal Gadot now”, you say as you lock your phone and hide it somewhere beside you on the couch.

That’s another lie, though, because your mind keeps lingering on a certain JK even when Chris Pine makes an appearance and you try to hate yourself for it - you really do - but it’s getting harder with each buzz from your phone caused by him. Maybe that’s the very worst part of it all.

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2dwho · 7 years

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gayrillaz-on-a-plastic-beach

yes bOi OMG I LOVE 2DOC AND I LOVE THE NEIGHBOURHOOD IF YOU EVER HAVE A SPARE HOUR YOU SHOULD TRY AND FINISH IT I WOULD READ IT 100% NO PRESSURE BTW AND YEs I AGREE WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A GREAT SENSE OF MUSIC STOP THIS

i mean i still have something written out but this is so old and like?? my idea was multi chapters and i dont think i can do that so if i were to write it i would have to make it one chapter bc EFFORT but yea here is some of what i had written lolol (ill put it under a read more)

omg you think i have good taste in music?? I CRY that means a lot ;; i love talking about music and to hear that someone thinks i have good taste makes me feel so happy

CHAPTER 1:

NOTE TO KK → red writing: I need help with phrasing aka make it sound more like character → blue writing: I need help with wording

Happiness is an illusion, a false sense of hope. No one is truly happy, but there are brief moments where it feels real; almost like an old friend.

That sense of familiarity was what kept 2D nestled on the couch, video game controller in hand, next to a flustered Murdoc who was waving the other controller in the air. He was happy even though most would be scared. Was that mental? Maybe, but there was something comforting about their current state.

He glanced at Murdoc and smiled to himself. This felt right, as if all their recent arguments and petty scuffles were just a distant memory. 2D soaked that feeling in, letting it wrap around him like a security blanket. He let a chuckle slip out, which was a mistake, and earned himself a dirty look from Murdoc.

“What’re you laughing at,” Murdoc questioned, slightly annoyed.

“Nothin’,” he said, smile deflating a little, “Was just thinkin’ s’all.”

“Thinkin’? Didn’t know there were any brains cells left in that empty head of yours,” Murdoc snickered. He leaned back onto the couch, placing the controller off to the side, and rested his hands on his stomach. “Don’t hurt yourself too much now.”

“That’s not funny,” 2D said, crossing his arms over his chest; his mood instantly turning sour. Maybe it was childish to pout over a small joke, but it couldn’t be helped, especially when Murdoc was involved.

“You have to admit it’s a tad funny,” Murdoc said, still snorting at his own joke.

“No, it’s not,” 2D argued, leaning back into the couch. “It’s a rotten thing to say to someone.”

“Oh shut up, will you,” Murdoc said, rolling his eyes as he slowly became more irritated with 2D’s talking. “It’s just a joke you pansy.”

“You’re an arsehole, y’know that?” 2D said, glaring up at Murdoc. “Constantly insultin’ people for no good reason.”

“It’s not hurting you, so quit your bitchin’,” Murdoc spat out.

He stared up at Murdoc, dumbfounded. That wasn’t true. It did hurt; maybe not as bad as the punches but sometimes the insults got to him too.

“Yeah, well, you’re one to talk,” 2D mumbled, his last bits of courage quickly running out. “Nearly bit my head off over a laugh.”

“Oh yeah?” Murdoc said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah! And y’know wha--”

He barely finished his last remark before falling face first into the floor from a strong knock in the back of the head. He curled into himself, feeling completely helpless. This should've been expected, it was foolish to expect nothing less. (FIX THIS PART: add something about happiness??)

2D shot up from his bed in a cold sweat and immediately regretted it when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He rubbed his scalp in an attempt to soothe the throbbing; it didn’t help much but it did the job for now. Once the pain subsided, 2D took a moment to take in his surroundings.

The room was dingy and small, making it feel suffocating.The only light source was coming from a dimly lit tv continuously playing the title screen of a movie. He tried to piece together what exactly was going on, but his groggy state made it difficult.

After staring into space for a moment, a loud banging on the door snapped him back to reality. He tried to get up to go answer the door but before he could get both legs over the bed, the door swung open revealing Cyborg holding a metal tray.

In that instant everything came rushing back to him, like a punch in the gut (stomach??). He was on Plastic Beach, being held captive over his own free will by that knob Murdoc. 2D should be angry over his situation, or at least that's what he told himself, but instead he felt drained.

“What d’you want?” he muttered, staring up at Cyborg as it approached him. It was useless to interact with Cyborg since it never gave a proper response, but it made him feel better talking to something other than himself.

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tracelii · 7 years

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Listen yall by time I finished there’s not going to be any eyesagao left for anyone else to fucking write i s w ea r

The afternoon left a weird taste her mouth, like something that was supposed to be good, and yet.. yet something lingered afterwards, pulling her emotions into a soured look. It was unpleasant in almost every shape and form, but she accepted it as yet another thing she simply just needed to ��fix’ between her and Jack.

Ellie paced back and forward, crossing the few feet of her dorm in just a few steps, but was completely focused on the object in her hands, turning it over again and again, studying its features, almost as if she could find all of her answers just by doing this.

Had she ever stolen from Jack before? Not that she could recall- or, not that she had a reason to, or had even meant to this time around.

But like, obviously, he was texting Traci, how else did the two meet up with each other, away from her prying eyes?

Ellie cleared the surface of the smartphone, making the shape she had seen Jack make a hundred times. The phone’s screen had brightened, and soon after, unlocked.

Yes, it had to be so. This was how it was happening, all behind her back. It wasn’t Jack’s fault, certainly. He was amazing and funny and great, and Traci, well, Traci was just jealous of what was here- of what, and who she couldn’t have. That certainly wasn’t Jack’s fault, and Ellie was sure, she was so sure that he just didn’t understand that he had everything he’d ever need in her.

He saw the good in her that she couldn’t see in herself. She was good, and good enough for him. Why see anyone else?

She formally realized his background screen was a picture of the both of them, each of them in the middle of an action that had caused both of them to appear slightly blurry, and with wild expressions to boot. Jack was reaching for the camera of whoever had clicked it, and was half grinning, but probably opening his mouth to say something, and Ellie had her eyes wide as she remained seated besides him, but reached wildly to try and catch her boyfriend’s milk-drink that seemed to ascend from the table (mostly because Jack had elbowed it). Her hand was blurred into a completely different dimension, but she recalled missing the milk completely, and (for the second time this year) slam dunking into the mash potatoes.

She barely remembered this happening, but found herself studying the picture, and begging her memory not to tell her that Traci had been one to take it, for no other reason in particular than assuring her that Traci was making him smile. That Traci had the time of her life, and this resulted in potato-hands part 2, and that something that Traci had done was now on her boyfriend’s phone.

Her anger returned. She went into the gallery of the phone, deleting it in a fit of jealousy and leaving his background bare before returning to the main menu, and flipping through his contacts.

Traci wasn’t here.

Ellie had checked, double checked, triple checked the list. Her name, or nothing that could be it, was here. She backed out into the main menu again, and stared into the nothingness behind his apps. Was it possible that she was… wrong?

No. Not a chance.

She moved on into his messages where… of course, she had been the most current message with the multiple times she had texted him up until they had met again this morning. Below that was a few familiar names- Luke, Caddy, some guy named Mark, but underneath her message and right above theirs was a blank space.

Curiously, she tapped it, and an empty message log opened for her. There was no number, no name, and no messages, but the text box curser blinked, waiting for her. Ellie wasn’t sure what to do next.

[Jack- 15:48]- Traci?

[ - 15:48]- !! Jack!!

Her chest was cold. This was her. It was her, it was Traci, here, texting Jack on his phone. His phone with Traci’s picture. Texting him. Texting him like he was hers.

There wasn’t quite a feeling that could describe the hatred that seemed to add to the frost that refused to melt over her heart. Her fingers tapped at the keyboard with renewed purpose.

[Jack- 15:50] Traci, we’ve got to talk.

[ -15:50] didn’t you say we couldn’t meet during the day?

[Jack- 15:50] never again

It was showing that someone was typing, but Traci’s typing quickly stopped.

[ -15:51] What do you mean

[Jack- 15:51] never talk to me again. I never want to see you again.

[ -15:51] Jack?

[ -15:51] Jack? What did I do?

[ -15:53] I’m sorry, I can fix it just tell me what to do

[Jack- 15:57] you’ve come between us for the last time. There’s nothing you can do but to leave me and Ellie alone. And let us be together. And leave us alone. There’s nothing else.

[Jack- 15:57] leave us alone

[Jack- 15:58] leave us alone

[ -15:58] Please, I cant go on without you!

[ -15:58] I did everything you asked

[ -15:58] im sorry, what can I do?? What can I do to show you how much I love you?

[ -15:59] I need you dont go!

[ -15:59] pl e

[ -15:59] I cn t go

[ -15:59] ill d e

[ -15:59]

[ -16:00]

There was a sick satisfaction to see the desperation fizzle out. It felt like victory, if victory came with a sickening guilt, but the guilt was muted, and so far away. This was how it was supposed to be. Jack would be safe from Traci, now.

Tears dripped down Ellie’s face as she chuckled a bit to herself, pulling the phone to her chest. Maybe it would be over… Maybe there’d be peace at last. With a sigh, Ellie pulled on the door, expecting anything but Ian standing there, his hand up like he was supposed to knock.

“Ah.” Ian blinked vaguely. “What kind of telepathy-“

“What are you doing here?” Ellie asked breathlessly. Her brain screamed at her that she had been caught. Everyone in the school must have known what she’d done, and they’d hate her, even though She was right and Traci was wrong. They would… they would-

“Uh, Are you alright?” Ian said, pointing at the object she was clutching possessively. “Is that… Jack’s phone?”

“No?” She answered with a question, and to which question was just as much as a mystery.

“You took his damn phone. Like, took it. And it’s on, what did you do?”

“You’re not supposed to be in the girl’s dorm.” Her voice shook. “And Jack left his phone and I’m going to give it to him.”

“I told you two hours ago I was coming to pick up my text book and Jack didn’t fucking leave his phone, he’s been in the library all day. You told me that, Ellie.”

More gaps in her memory. She had no clue what she had done since she’d seen Jack that morning. She didn’t recall even seeing Ian let alone telling him to show up to her dorm.

She scrubbed at her eyes to clear the tears, but stumbled back as Ian held his hand out for the phone.

“I said I would give it to him.” She assured him. “So… it’s fine.”

“Show me you didn’t do anything to his phone and you can have it.”

“Do anything?” She asked. “He’s my boyfriend, what the hell would I do?” her voice was challenging, but Ian shot back.

“I don’t fucking know that’s what I’m trying out. You’ve been all sort of doing all batshit stuff, so prove to me that you didn’t do anything, and I’ll let it go. I’ll just leave right now- even without my textbook.” He still had his hand out.

Well, no, she didn’t do anything crazy or wrong, but Ian wouldn’t believe that. He never would. She continued to clutch the phone close to her, and refused to move. “N… No.” She whispered.

“What?”

“I said no. It’s… its none of your business.”

“Okay, well, it’s Jack’s business.” Ian said sharply. “So lets go tell him, yea?”

“No!” The demand emerged from her mouth as a shriek. This was supposed to be her happy ending. This was supposed to be the start of the good part. Ian would ruin that if he told Jack.

She reached for… she wasn’t even sure at that point- probably his shoulder if not his shirt collar, but she had startled him to turning back in her direction, and she instead let her hand strike him right across the cheek. Both of their positions in relation to each other was odd and askew- And- her hand was supposed to be open, but she just-

Ian hissed, bringing his hand up to the cut that began to well on his cheek. He turned back towards Ellie, both of their eyes open in shock.

“Oh- I didn’t-“ She trembled slightly, and the phone forgotten, dropped to the floor. She took a step back into her room. “No, I didn’t mean to—I’m—“

Ian’s glare was set on her and was for the moment was completely unforgiving. The cut wasn’t too bad, maybe half an inch in length, but it was there, and was definitely something that now existed.

“No, Ian, I didn’t mean-“

He ignored her, and picked up the phone, turning it over in his face.

“What in the hecklord was that? Who’s yelling like they’re being mur—” Elsa asked, poking her head out the stairwell down the hallway. Her joking, casual expression spiked into panic, and she stepped out to hurried over. “What happened- Ian your face! Ellie?”

“Elsa, where’s Traci’s dorm?” He asked, looking up from the phone

“Huh?”

“Her dorm, we need to check on her right now.”

“It’s downstairs-“ but Elsa knew not to ask anymore questions. She turned back around and ran back for the stairs. Ian didn’t even give Ellie another look before he took off running after Elsa and disappeared into the stairwell as well.

Ellie carefully followed suit- not exactly sneaking, but her mind was so focused on the phone that she had to follow. All that was in her brain is that Jack wouldn’t understand, if Ian explained it. Jack didn’t even have to know. If Ian opened his mouth, people will be upset with her because they wouldn’t understand. She had to get the phone back. She had to delete those texts.

She entered the stairwell, mere echoes of thoughts all around her of what could happen now. Some part of her felt… bad? She certainly. She felt something, but she couldn’t describe it. She couldn’t… put her finger on it, but something about this was wrong. Something about this… something about what she had done.

Before her now was the open, and noticeably empty dorm room of Traci’s. Elsa and Ian stood off to the side, just inside the room, worriedly talking amongst themselves.

Nothing had meaning to her anymore, Ellie realized. Not the photos of Jack on the wall, not the abandoned phone of Traci’s on the floor. It didn’t mean anything. She didn’t feel anything. Something seemed to be wrong, but there was no indication of what it might have been.

She was doing this to protect Jack. If nothing else, absolutely nothing else, she had to protect her beloved.

“She could be anywhere.” Elsa murmured, looking around the room.

“I know.” Ian said grimly. “Do you think she stayed on school grounds?”

“I have no clue. I hope she did.” Elsa glanced up, staring at Ellie worriedly. “Ellie, shes your friend, believe it or not. You have to at least care about her. At least a bit. She could get hurt.”

But it was talking like a blank wall. Ellie put her hand out, and said nothing else, her face neutrally super focused on the phone Ian was waving around.

He only sighed in annoyance, and put the phone in her hand. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you’re getting on my god damn nerves.”

“Prove…” Elsa said slowly as Ellie clutched the phone, then turned to quickly head away to where she had been heading in the first place- back to Jack. She had to make sure he was safe, of course… and to put the phone back.

“Traci would want to prove herself.” Elsa said suddenly. “Ian, we have to check the school roof.”

“The roof-“

“Remember what I told you about what she told me? Ian, we gotta get to the roof. Right now.”

The words of irrelevant conversation faded from her forethought. Ellie walked calmly as her friends (a questionable term) ran past her towards the main building.

But that they didn’t matter, whoever or whatever they would find. It definitely didn’t matter- not to Ellie. All that mattered was Jack.

#eyesagao #asagao elsa #asagao ellie #asagao traci #fuk man

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