#please I need this pathetic crackhead

[grimsanctum]

Someone please rp postal dude for me

[arsynicwriter]

A bunch of prompts

I cant add a break, I'm on mobile, someone help- anyways, there are prompts containing smut and abuse after the possessive ones, you dont have to read it if you don't want. Also, send in a number and I'll write a short drabble, les go.

Fluffy

"Aww, you've got a milk mustache"

"Did you cut your hair? It's so fluffy and cute!"

"Can you help me with this? I keep messing up"

"You should sing the other person's part, this is a duet after all"

"Why do you wear such big clothes, it's too adorable, you possess too much power"

"Ya know what? You're a pillow now"

"If you don't wake up I'll start tickling"

"We should go look at stars!"

"Were you always so cute?"

"You have ice cream on your nose"

Angsty

"You said you would stay safe! Getting shot isn't staying safe!"

"You weren't supposed to hurt (him/her/them)! Just me! I deserved it more!"

"Why is it so hard for you to love yourself?"

"Please, taking this will help you, I promise" || "You never keep promises"

"No, no no no, you can't die yet!"

"I still need you! Don't walk away, please!"

"(He's/she's/they're/etc) a traitor. A liar. A cheater. Obviously this never meant anything to (him/her/them/etc)."

"Why did you leave..? Why did you leave?! Answer me, dammit!"

"What's wrong with me..?"

"When the sun comes up, we won't have any memories of each other. Say what you want now"

Crackhead energy

"Dude why the fuck are you covered in cake"

"No, hey, get off the table!"

"Wanna see how many fruit snacks in my mouth?"

"Wait, stay like that, I'm gonna make you into a meme"

"Do you think I can do a backflip off the bed?"

"Splash me with water again and I'll get the water guns!"

"Each time you say my name I think 'Oh god not (him/her/them/etc) again.'"

"Babe, you remind me of candy. You're always so sticky"

"Ew, no, don't kiss me! You're covered in paint!"

"I love you but please, stop pouring glue all over my hand."

Scary

"You heard that, right?"

"It's too dark, we can't go in!"

"There's something big here, we need to go!"

"I don't like this..."

"Stop it, it's gonna hear us!"

"Can you please be quieter, I don't want to wake...whatever it is."

"I thought those batteries were new, they're already dead?"

"If you're over there, what's holding my hand?"

"Did you see that?!"

"That thing is going to kill us!"

Comfort

"Hey, hey, shhh. It's okay now."

"Look, we're safe, okay?"

"I know it hurts, but I'm trying to be gentle"

"Did you have a nightmare? Come here.."

"Shh, shh, no more crying.."

"Do you wanna talk about why you're sad?"

"Don't worry any more, I've got you."

"Look, see? Just a small scratch."

"I think you're (beautiful/handsome/etc)"

"I still love you, okay?"

Whump

"Nobody is going to save you."

"Don't even think about trying to escape!"

"You're crying? Seriously? Pathetic."

"You really think (he's/she's/they're/etc.) going to save you?"

"You're trapped. Stop trying to escape."

"Look, the more noise you make, the more I'm going to hurt you."

"If you don't start listening, I'm going to hurt (him/her/them/etc)!"

"You're so gullible, thinking I'd let you go!"

"For that, don't even think about food today."

"By hurting them, I'm hurting you. It's a win win!"

Possessive

"You're mine."

"I don't want you talking to (him/her/them/etc), you know (he/she/they/etc.) like(s) you."

"Why don't we stay home today? Just us. I don't want anybody else seeing your beautiful face"

"This (girl/guy/person/etc) that used to bully me went missing, do you know about it?"

"You're mine. I put my name on you to prove it!"

"If anybody else tries to flirt with you, there'll be hell to pay."

"Please, I need you. You don't understand."

"(Him/Her/Them/etc)? (He's/She's/They're/etc.) not even worth a thought!"

"You're my property, and I'm not letting (him/her/them/etc) steal you away."

"I love you more than anything.”

NSFW

"Fuck, you look so hot tonight."

"I need you to be quiet for me, okay?"

"Please, please, no more teasing, (title).."

"Hey, we're in public."

"You are so cute when you beg for me like that.."

"Do you want me?"

"If you want more, beg for it my baby."

"Aww, you're wearing this just for me?"

"Lovely, will you be my good (boy/girl/person/etc)?"

"Bad (boys/girls/people/etc) don't get rewarded."

[pumpumdemsugah]

Heard is an abusive whore 🥰 Johnny got his finger cut off and you want to defend a fucking serial killer cunt 🥰

Don't let your hands shake too much next time you send anon hate. Figure out which slurs apply to me, perhaps. Really make me try to kill myself. Fight for your rich white man. Please, I need you to be more pathetic. Ohhh you called a woman you don't like a cunt. SHAKE THE TABLE

Look, It's not my fault your favourite crackhead keeps losing defamation cases cause he's lying and you're dim and parasocially attached

Please observe this mental sickness lol. Serial killer!!! That white man is not going to fuck you. Seek employment

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Dabi x Reader Genre: Crackhumor, fluff Warnings: A little spicy and some course language Rating: 16+ for some spiciness  A/N: This is a collaboration for the crackhead sanctuary discord server. You can find everyone else’s work here. So Please enjoy this super fluffy and fun quarantine collab!

“We’re out,” Shigaraki had said.

You looked up from the bar stool you were sitting at. You were scoping out the newspaper on the counter, trying to find any updates on the global pandemic, anything that would calm your nerves. “Out of what?”

“Everything.” You watched as he chucked the empty cereal box in his hands at Dabi, who was asleep with his arms folded over the bar counter.

Dabi grumbled and rubbed one of his eyes with his charred fingers. “It’s too early for this shit.” He nuzzled his head back into his folded arms on the counter.

“Ash tray,” Shigaraki said. “I need you and (Y/n) to run to the store and get us some food and I need you to do it without getting caught.”

“Why?” Dabi’s muffled voice whined.

“Because Twice and Toga did it last time and because I’m the boss and I say so,” he demanded. “Now get up, put on a mask and a disguise and get out there.”

You didn’t like arguing with Shigaraki. It was never worth it to pick a fight that he always ended up winning. With you obliging easily and Dabi too tired to pick a fight, the both of you ended up at a crowded supermarket. People wearing safety masks scrambled around the store to try and get their items as soon as possible. So much for social distancing.

“Where should we start first?” you asked. You wore a black cloth mask over your mouth and chin. You figured it was disguise enough incase anyone regularly watched the news and might have seen your picture floating around. black gloves were fitted onto your hands and a larger than average pocket knife was hidden in your jacket pocket in case something went wrong.

“Well what’s for dinner, doll?”

Hit language hit different, and you weren’t sure whether or not you should be offended. “Excuse me?” A faint blush spread across your face. You hadn’t interacted with Dabi much since joining the league. It was usually Kurogiri you spoke to, being the only other member who could cook and had some responsible edge to him.

“It’s your turn to cook tonight, right?” Dabi’s bright blue eyes bore into you from under the shadow cast by the big hood he had up.

You faced away, refusing to look at him. Mumbling, you said “It isn’t much of a turn when it’s just between me and Kurogiri.”

Dabi chuckled. The deep and raspy sound of his voice sent shivers to your spine. “In any case, I haven’t had a hot meal in a while, so you better have something good planned, doll.”

Your face grew more flushed. “S-stop calling me that,” you said, irate with how he was acting. “Now grab a cart and get whatever non-perishable, healthy foods you can find.”

Dabi rolled his eyes but you could still feel his smirk under the cloth of his masking digging a hole right through you. “Whatever you say. I guess we’ll meet back here in, I dunno, half an hour?”

You nodded, keeping your composure and a straight face. “Half an hour.” You grabbed a cart and busted your way through the over-crowded store. It was a nightmare of people wrestling over the bare-bones of the produce section, boxes and cans of soups and non perishables, and of course the few rolls of single-ply toilet paper that no one wanted when the first wave of ransackers came through the store.

You were in awe of how undermanaged the store was. It was like the Hunger Games. You swore you saw an old woman stab someone for the last box of Cheerios. Mustering up the courage to wheel your way through the store, you found yourself dragging through aisle after aisle of nothing but a few torn up boxes littering the shelves.

You did find yourself chucking a few dented cans of tuna, dusty boxes of whole grain cereal and near expired medication into the cart. Who knows, it could be useful. It was slim pickings, but in all honesty it was better than you expected. Maybe there was a little mayo left at the hideout you could make some tuna salad with. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

You walked through the aisle of baking supplies, hoping to find a small bag of flour, when you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. Thinking fast, you grabbed the strange hand, pulled the knife out of your pocket and turned around, bringing the blade up to the stranger’s throat. But it wasn’t a stranger.

Dabi looked down at you with a deadpan expression. His mouth slowly turned upward to a smirk. “Someone’s a bit feisty today,” he said.

You looked down, hiding the blush you could feel coming through the mask over your mouth. “Don’t scare me like that,” you said, glaring back up at him. “I could have slit your throat just then.”

His eyebrows raised and his smirk grew upward. “You wouldn’t have.”

“And why not.”

He leaned in, brushing his mouth against your ear. “Because I would have stopped you.”

Your spine visibly contracted as you felt shivers move through you. “Have you found anything substantial?” you asked, trying to move the conversation along.

“Yeah,” he said, pointing to a cart behind him nearly filled to the top with snack food, cans of soups and vegetables, boxed foods and instant ramen. There were also two six packs balanced on the sides of the cart.

You were shocked. How could he find so much while you were stuck with the bare bones of dented cans and healthy cereal that no one wanted. “How? How could you find so much stuff?”

Dabi just shrugged. “Found some guy’s cart. Took it when he wasn’t looking.”

You looked back at your own pathetic cart and frowned. “This is nice and all but I don’t know how we would be able to afford all of that. We barely have ten dollars combined.”

You looked up at Dabi, waiting for him to come up with some genius way for the two of you to make it out with only paying the measly few cents you carry around.

“Who said anything about paying for this?”

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean? We can’t just walk out the door. Someone will stop us.”

He smiled under the black mask. “Take the cart and go to the front entrance. Wait for me there.”

You quirked an eyebrow up at him but followed his orders. You took the overflowing cart and made your way to the front of the store, shoving aside anyone who tried to take anything out of it. You eventually found yourself at the store’s entrance. With nothing else to do, you watched as the madness unfolded around you. The store had been ransacked entirely and the remaining people in the store were willing to fight one another for the smallest ounce of anything.

“Alright, let’s go,” you heard Dabi say as he approached you.

“What do you mean? What did you do?”

He yet again pointed behind him only to reveal the smoke and the tips of blue flames which were rapidly spreading across the aisles.

“Fire!” a bystander yelled. Everyone was quickly making their way towards the entrance.

“We better run,” Dabi said, grabbing your wrist with one hand and the cart with the other. He pulled you out of the store and the two of you ran outside to a nearby hill, far away enough to not be caught but close enough to see what was happening.

“I can believe you set the fucking building on fire,” you said through heaves as you tried to catch your breath.

“You gotta admit it’s a little funny.” Dabi cracked open a beer and you could hear the bubbles inside sizzling. He tossed you one, which you caught but did not open immediately.

“What else is in that cart?” you asked. The pile of snacks was much bigger than you first believed it to be.

“Let’s see.” Dabi thumbed through the different boxes and bags of snacks hiding the more substantial foods at the bottom. “We got some chips, a couple chocolate bars, some cereal, popcorn and crackers–”

“Ooh pass the popcorn.”

Dabi tossed you the bag of popcorn and you smiled at the satisfying sound of the bag bursting open. Pulling down your mask, you delicately tossed a piece in your mouth.

The two of you sat on the hill eating snacks and drinking beer, watching as the blue flames slowly rose further up the building. The smoke swirling along with the orange sunset looked pretty, and you didn’t even mind when Dabi put his arm around your shoulders, edging you closer to resting your head on his chest.

[jiminsfault]

Pull-out | knj

⚙️ pairing: Trucker!Namjoon x reader

⚙️ genre: 18+ / smut

⚙️ word count: 2.7k

⚙️ summary: you needed a tire changed and Namjoon was more than ready to help you with it.

⚙️ warnings: sex with a stranger, striptease, protected sex, but also unprotected sex, Namjoon slaps your ass a lot, face slapping, pussy slapping, rough sex, tit slapping, nipple play?, fingering, pwp, this is shameless porn, watersports, creampie, swearing

⚙️ thank you so much @meowxyoong​ for making this great header for me!!

⚙️ this fic is my birthday present to the lovely crackhead Tay @interludemoonchild​! I hope you had the bestest birthday!! Enjoy my sins, love ya uwu

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“Fucking great!” you exclaimed, seething full of anger and annoyance. Your tire got trashed, lucky for you, you were still able to roll onto the next pull-in. It was 11 pm, the parking lot was full of trucks and no help was near. “How am I supposed to get home now?”

There was no other outlet for your anger than that damn tire, so you kicked it. Regretting it immediately after, you hissed in pain and jumped around for a moment. You were trying to drive back home for the weekend, college sucked the soul out of you with the many exams and assignments and now you needed to rest.

That rest was currently escaping your vision, it looked like an uncomfortable night in your car seat and a long wait for a tow, taking you back to college again. Goodbye homemade food and goodbye wonderful crackers that only your mom knew how to excel perfectly.

A heavy sigh escaped your throat when you sat down on your engine hood. It was either that or finding someone who was able to help you change the tires. But no one seemed to be awake, all the trucks stood there, no light inside and no soul cared to walk around this place at nearly midnight.

You needed a drink. Water, of course, in case someone suddenly would be sent by god to help you fix this shit and you could continue to drive back home. Leaning over your front seat to grab the water bottle you put in the back, you suddenly stilled. Steps that seemed to get closer to you were clear to hear and you didn’t know if you should be glad or cry out for help.

“I saw you kickin’ that tire back there, seemed like you’d need a hand,” a dark timbre voice muttered from behind you, sounding beautifully raspy and broken down. “My truck’s back there, come along and I’ll get you that new tire on, yeah?”

Slowly turning, you held a tight lipped smile until you saw the tall man in front of you. He had a mullet, silver hair, very country. Wide eyes but a gorgeous smile with dimples, broad frame and handsome overall.

“And who are you?” You asked dismissively, not showing how much he intrigued you. 

“Name’s Namjoon, but I could ask you the same, beautiful.” He carried himself like he clearly knew how attractive he was, seeming like the hero with a cape with the way he suddenly appeared and offered his help.

Coming back to his truck seemed risky, but you never once were the type to think situations like these over. Nodding slowly, you gave him your name, held out your hand for him to shake and muttered, “then show me that truck of yours, Namjoon.”

He smirked, shook your hand with a confident grip on it and your skin tingled when he pulled away.

He led the way, walking across the parking lot to a truck, color not visible because of the dark that was enveloping you. “What do I get for helping the Lady, anyway?” He suddenly asked, glint in his eyes when he turned to you, hand still holding onto the door handle to the front of his truck. 

You curled a strand of your hair around your finger, bit your lip and licked across it right after. Your eyes traveled up his figure and he didn’t miss it. “Being on the road must be lonely?” You asked, seemingly off topic but you knew where you were headed with this. 

Namjoon stepped closer, nodded to your question. “I’m sure I could do you a favor, too,” you purred, seductive with the way you put your hand on his shoulder, letting it glide down to his wrist. You held your hand there for a bit, moving it only when he chuckled and invaded your space even more.

“Yeah? I think so too, pretty.” He pulled you into his frame with a hold on your waist and leaned down, breath fanning across your lips. “Let’s get up in there and you can show me that favor of yours.”

Anticipation shook your body, watching Namjoon open the door and when he held his hand out to help you up the steps, he smacked your ass and jumped in right after you. The space was quite roomie, a mattress behind the two front seats that was decorated just like any normal bed would be. You couldn’t dwell on it longer, Namjoon turned you around and held your face close.

“You sure about this?” He murmured, lips moved only a hair’s width away from your own. There was almost a ghost of his lips on yours, stealing a gasp from you when he walked towards his bed with you still firm in his hold.

You hummed, raising your arms to hold onto his shirt on his sides. “Yeah, you got condoms?” He groaned, pushing his lips the final space and kissing you. It took you by surprise, but you moved your lips with his, holding his plump bottom lip between yours and humming into the kiss.

Just for a second to speak, Namjoon retreated, “yeah, got ‘em right there,” before he kissed you again, moved his head to deepen the connection and pushed you forward until your knees hit the bed and you fell onto it. He had to hold himself up, standing and quickly he rummaged through the glove box, showing you the foil packet.

Like a predator he stalked towards you, wicked grin on his face and he crooked his finger, “take those clothes off, pretty. Show me what I’m working with.”

You stood up, taking his face in between your hands and kissing him, before you pushed Namjoon on the bed and slowly touched your body. From your breasts to your hips, you slowly skimmed across your figure, stood between his spread legs and tested his patience. He growled, slapping your ass again and with the movement, you stepped a bit closer.

With a giggle, you started to raise your shirt, showing the first sliver of skin to him and immediately, his big hands touched your stomach, holding your hips. He watched close as you raised the fabric more, slowly your bra started to show and without much more patience yourself, you threw the top off. He blew a kiss right over your belly button and hovered his hands over your sides.

“Beautiful, more,” he urged, eyes hungry. You obliged, moved your hands down to your Jeans. Unbuttoning them was easy, but to get out of them proved a bit harder, especially when you tried to make it sexy. Nevertheless, Namjoon soaked up all the skin he got to see, helping you stand stable when you stepped out of the pants.

He slid his hands across your thighs and didn’t notice when you moved up to unclasp your bra, removing the thin straps. It dropped into Namjoon’s lap and he looked into your eyes with lust, reached up to kiss your breast. He held one in his hand, sucking your nipple into his mouth and playing with it until you whimpered, put your hand on his shoulders and slowly drove them up towards his hair.

Just when you were about to continue with your underwear, he grabbed your hands, held them together with one of his own before he looked up at you. “I’ll do the honor,” he said, lazy in his tone and you let him, willingly removing your hands and holding them back.

He didn’t tease them down your legs like you would’ve done. He ripped them down the length of your thighs, pulled you closer to his face with his hands on your ass and made you fall across his lap. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy. Did you plan to get fucked tonight? Why else would you wear this skimpy shit, hm?” He referred to your undergarments, laughing at your pathetic mewl as he spanked you again, taking a hold of your bottom lip with his teeth.

He pressed your lips together for another kiss, opening his mouth and you got the hint, doing the same and letting your tongues twist around each other.

The cabin of his truck was quiet other than the wet noises your lips made and the small moans you let out, high in pitch and shaky with anticipation.

Namjoon suddenly threw you off of him, to the side and stood up himself. His pants were off much quicker than yours were, just as his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were fixed onto his face, the sinful expression he carried when he hooked his thumbs into the boxershorts he was lastly wearing. Only now, you noticed that he took off his shoes already when you were stripping down in front of his eyes.

He removed the last fabric and stroked his shaft up and down, already erect and you couldn’t help but gaze down and watch him work himself up.

“Must admit, I didn’t think I’d be fucking tonight. But with the way you’re basically throwing your little cunt at me, how could I not give in, huh?” He murmured, climbing onto the mattress and letting go of his penis. You gasped at his foul words, pushing yourself up on your elbows to reach towards Namjoon. He was almost on top of you, letting you connect your lips with his for only a short moment before he sat back on his knees.

You whined at the loss of contact, looked back down onto his erection and watched Namjoon as he unpacked the condom and rolled it onto himself. With another few glides across his shaft, he made sure the condom was on and looked back up at you, biting his lip. “You look so ready to get fucked by a stranger, what a fucking slut you are,” he groaned taking your hips and raising them, pulling you close by your thighs and spreading you over his lap.

Full view of your glistening cunt, he licked over his lips and slid his hand up your inner thigh. Without you asking, he rubbed across your clit before he pushed a single finger in, up to the last knuckle. You keened with the feeling, breath hitching but you were greedy. “More, please,” you asked with a breathy voice.

He curled his finger up before he removed it, pushing back with not two but three of his fingers and smirking up at your face. You moaned loudly, without shame and looked at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He cursed when he saw and felt you clenching around his fingers and he pumped into you a few times, before he deemed you prepped enough.

“Gonna split this tiny pussy open,” Namjoon growled, looking into your eyes. He leaned down to your face and kissed you, sloppily and trailed down to your chin, your jaw and finally your neck. He bit into your skin, sucking and you gasped his name. His distractions helped ebb the pain of his head finally entering but the more he pushed in, the bigger he seemed to get.

After half of his length sat inside of you, he paused, checking in on you and kissing you with his mouth open, tongue across yours. You moaned when you were ready, pushing against him to make him move. Without much hesitation, he first pulled back before he pumped into you with his full length. You threw your head back, clawing at his shoulders and his back, taking what he was giving you.

Namjoon pushed himself up after he thrusted into you with strong hips, taking your ankles into his hands and placing them onto his shoulders. The new winkle pushed him deeper and he came closer, pushing your legs up against you and plowing into you, ankles tight in his grip.

“Ah, Namjoon,” you moaned. “You’re so big, I’m so full!” He moaned at your hurried words, slamming his hips even harder against you. “Mmm, you’re fucking me so good.”

“Yeah? Can’t get enough of this cock? Your tiny fucking cunt can’t even take me,” he grunted, sweat gliding down his temple. His words were breathless, just like yours and he put your ankles back onto his shoulders to grip your thighs, slapping your ass and making the sensitive skin swell red. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll think of me for days.”

“I want all of you, fuck, give it to me! Give me all you got,” you held your legs close to your chest to keep yourself open, breathing heavy. “Fill this pussy, make me feel even fuller!”

Your bodies grew sweaty, loud smacking sounds filled the truck and Namjoon’s thrust grew sloppy.

“You’re such a whore, bet I could piss inside of you and you’d love it,” he seethed, gabbing one of your breasts and smacking it. “You like being slapped, slut? Want me to hit you here, too?” He asked, tapping your cheek.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Namjoon! All of it! I want all of it!” You cursed, raising your head to look into his face as you gave him your consent.

“Fuck,” he stuttered, slowing down his thrusts to give himself a break. He gave slow but hard slams into your hips and you gasped with every single one of them. He gripped your jaw, making you look at him and closing your mouth. “Whore,” he spat, slapping your cheek and you bowed your back with pleasure.

“You have no self respect, huh? Such a dumb fucking slut. Hold still and let me piss inside of you, that’s all you’re useful for. Fuck.” His words came out slurred, pleasure taking up his features and he retreated and removed his condom, looking back at you once more, before he plowed back into you. After a few thrusts,he stilled and warmth filled you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back from the soft feeling of his piss filling your pussy. It wasn’t much, but you felt so full and so good being used by this man.

“God, such a good brainless bitch. Letting me ruin you like this.” Both of you didn’t need much more than this, he twisted your nipple with two fingers and reached between your legs to slap your cunt, harshly rubbing your clit and pinching it. He was rough in all ways and it made pleasure zap through all your nerves before your body started shaking. Namjoon pushed into you only once more before you clamped tightly around him, cumming as hard as you never did before.

You moaned his name loudly when you came, losing the hold on your thighs and letting them droop down. Namjoon moved slowly to heighten your orgasm, letting you come down before he quickened his movements once more, pulling out and jerking off with a rushed hand. He positioned his head on your clit and let his cum spurt onto your cunt, across your lower belly. He milked out the last drop of his sperm before he slumped down onto the mattress next to you.

Both of you needed to catch your breaths, chests raising with big intakes of air and a tear slipped down your cheek. “Fuck, that was so good.” You murmured into the air.

Namjoon groaned, “your cunt is a gift.”

At his comment you chuckled a bit, starting to get up and looking around the truck. You cringed at the feeling of his urine slowly dripping out of you. “Do you have tissues or something? Need to wipe your cum off.”

He sat up himself and moved your face to look at him. “No,” he said. Before you could retaliate, he scooted across the mattress and picked your slip up, “sluts like you don’t get to clean up. Get dressed,” Namjoon smirked, but you knew he was serious. Your stomach swirled with arousal at his assertiveness and you nodded, gulping.

He helped you get dressed when he noticed you legs shaking, laughing once you were done and laying flat on his bed. Namjoon got dressed himself and then opened the door, all the cold air immediately rushing into the stuffy room.

He jumped down onto the floor and looked up at where you still sat on his bed. “Gotta change a tire now,” Namjoon said with a wink.

© 2020 @jiminsfault. All rights reserved.

[arigatouiris]

the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm—the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

    "(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

    "Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

    "Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

    "You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

    "I should kill you before you change my mind."

    "W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

    "O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

    "You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

    "Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

    "It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

    "(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

[jimindraft]

mint choco | csb

© morethanblue

ㆍsummary; you had the biggest crush on your friend’s friend because he was the cutes... wait, did he just say mint choco is the same as toothpaste?

ㆍgenre; fluff?

ㆍword count; 1.5K.

ㆍ warnings; swearing.

ㆍtag; alternative universe, college!soobin and college!reader

17:05 pm. Crap. If I was given a dollar for everytime I was late I... maybe wouldn't even get there in time. I was late for my last class of the semester and I really promised I wouldn't be but the world loves conspiring against me and make the line in the coffee shop twice as big as it would be any other day. I didn't need coffee that desperately but I zoned out until it was almost my turn and I was already late.

Class started ten minutes before I got there, and the back door made this shrieking noise everytime it was opened so I knew that if I went inside I would interrupt everything so I opted on staying outside until my anxiety calmed down and I could think straight.

Since I was in college I knew no teacher would kill me for being ten minutes late but just the thought of everyone looking at me and my face heating up and having to find an empty seat while my heart was beating so fast… It’s the last class anyway.

I sat on the floor putting my backpack right beside me and took out my phone. Beomgyu had texted me 11 times. What a clingy kid.

16:45 omw to class pls b ther 16:47 or maybe dont lmao i dont wanna see ur face 16:51 wait i wasnt serious 16:51 girl answer me 16:52 u ded 16:53 the teacher came in i hate being alone pls get here 16:53 bitch wya 16:54 if your getting coffee istg 16:54 this is literally the last class 16:54 you had one (1) job 16:55 fuck you

As I was gonna text him back I looked up to see a group of boys walking in silence.

I first recognized Felix and almost stood up to say hi, which made them all look at me which made me realize who was there. Choi Soobin.

My crush on him started when Felix posted an instagram story with him, the video showed Soobin laughing and I remember thinking, wow, that’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. I was too shy to ask who he was but I started following his account a few days after when I gathered the courage. My biggest mistake was telling Beomgyu there was someone that caught my eye, since he was obsessed with me getting a boyfriend so he could get away from me. What a child.

‘’Is he our age? What’s his name? Where did you meet him?’’ Beomgyu had gone crazy with questions.

The fact that I only knew his name and the fact that he was in one of Felix’s classes felt kind of pathetic when I told my best friend but he promised he would find more information on Soobin. Before I could tell him I wasn’t even that into him, things had escalated too quickly and five months later I found myself more interested in the tall boy.

I had never actually talked to him, I don’t even think I had seen him this close.

‘’Why aren’t you in class?’’ Felix questioned me and I was too flustered to think of something.

I stood up to look at them from… well, they are taller than me so even standing up I still have to look up to see their faces. I don’t think I could look at Soobin, though. I might die trying.

‘’I… I’m just waiting for Beomgyu’’ You were, in fact, waiting for him, so it wasn’t completely a lie.

‘’Right. They’re dating.’’ Felix said looking to his right, where Soobin was.

I panicked. I really didn’t want him thinking I’m dating my best friend. God, no. I looked at him and saw a tall boy with his big curious eyes looking at me shyly. His hands were in front of him, his fingers intertwined. Do you see why I’m so whipped? He's too cute.

‘’I’m just kidding!’’ Felix said as he saw how altered I was. ‘’Ah, by the way, we’re hanging out at Cracker’s later. You should come.’’

I dared to look once more in Soobin’s direction. Shit. This was the first time he’d ever seen me and I didn’t make the best first impression. I mean, I could’ve done better. Our eyes met and I felt like dying from embarrassment.

As soon as they left I saw the class door open and the first one to run out of the room was obviously my crackhead friend Beomgyu.

‘’You fucking bitch.’’ he continued to curse me all the way back to the dorms where we stayed.

‘’By the way, Felix invited me to hang out later. He said to invite you’’

His eyes showed interest and his gaze turned into a playful one.

‘’We should totally go, you know who might come.’’ He said and giggled. I barely had energy to roll my eyes.

I mean, yes I wanted to see his bunny face as much as possible but I didn’t know if I could handle being near him for too much, and I was afraid that purely my existence would be too embarrassing.

‘’Yeah, he was with him earlier’’ I sounded distressed and was even more ashamed when my best friend asked me what I had said to him. ‘’Nothing? I mean there wasn’t anything I could say to him, right? Was I supposed to?’’

He sighed. ‘’You’re so stupid. I honestly can’t stand you.’’ You hit his arm with all your strength and he winced in pain, exaggerating of course since you had noodles as arms.

-

Your heart pounded on your chest as Beomgyu opened the door to Cracker’s without hesitating. You suddenly felt like running away or at least clinging into his arm but decided against it, since it may have been weird to see you both entering like that. Everyone already suspected you were a couple but you honestly could never see each other that way. You loved him of course, since he was great and you would never deny he’s really good looking but he just really wasn’t your type.

You looked around to find Felix but your best friend found him faster and dragged you to the table where he was sitting. Alone.

‘’Where’s everyone?’’ You asked trying to hide your disappointment.

‘’They’re asses. Everyone was busy apparently’’ he said pouting and Beomgyu went to his side of the booth and sat next to him while fake crying trying to comfort the guy. You loved seeing them joke that way with each other.

You sat alone in front of Felix and shamelessly grabbed his milkshake to try it. As the strong flavor hit you, you noticed a black jacket on your side that was way too big to be Felix’s. As you were about to ask him, a tall figure approached your table leaving you frozen with the straw on your lips.

‘’Oh, Soobin, hi!’’ Beomgyu said cheerfully, as always and with your best effort you gave him a small smile.

‘’Hi!’’ he said back cutely and you noticed a pink milkshake in his hand. He seemed to think for a moment and ended up sitting next to you, since there was no space next to Beomgyu and Felix. Was this place always so small?

You felt so small next to him, and his arm was only a couple centimeters away from yours so you could feel his warmth and that made your heart flutter. Ok, maybe your crush on the boy was really strong. You didn't even feel so nervous when you had your first kiss or last week when you had to give a presentation in front of your class.

‘’... and what do you want?’’ Beomgyu asked you which made you realize you were completely absorbed in your thoughts and he didn’t miss the opportunity to tease you. ‘’Are you okay? Your face is a little flushed. Are you hot? Oh, but it’s winter…’’ You were gonna kill him.

‘’A mint chocolate milkshake, you ass’’ You told him with a cold glare and murmuring the last part.

What caught your attention next was a noise wight next to you. An ‘’ugh’’ had left Soobin’s lips and you looked at him in disbelief.

‘’Please don’t tell me you’re a mint chocolate hater too.’’ you sighed, leaving almost all nervousness behind. ‘’ You and Taehyun, god, what did the poor flavor do to you?’’

‘’I can’t believe you out of all people would like it. Ugh, it’s just not good’’ Before you could say something he kept going. ‘’Beomgyu bring her toothpaste in a glass, it’s the same thing.’’ You both looked in front of you and were shocked to see you were left alone.

You crossed your arms in front of you and looked at the tall boy do the exact same and look at you defyingly. Your heart did something right there in that moment.

__

did i hear part two? nah, must’ve been the wind.

[storiesofsass]

I'm gonna be very very honest about myself.

I'm the grumpy old troll who lives under the bridge.

I am very pathetic, live off of salt and validation and trolls to keep the loneliness of being a 20 year old with little friendships, a shitty home life and no relationships at bay.

I can't actually talk to people in real life, my autism turned me into a vampire since I'm sensitive to sunlight and heat, which is fun until you live in a tropical island and that's the only weather you have. I'm also depressed with anxiety so that's fun.

I still don't think children shouldn't be in adult spaces because I'm miserable and I want to make others miserable.

Or because kids shouldn't be exposed to crackheads like me.

Actually, they shouldn't. But still

I don't think so because I used to be that kid.

I spent all my time on the internet because I couldn't make any friends and befriended a shit ton of people. Including shotacons and lolicons.

When I say I've been to the ends of the abyss and seen some shit. I mean it. I don't want another me to happen.

Please please teenagers.

You are children. Stay a child. Adulthood sucks when you only have $700 or less to live off of a month, work (luckily I don't work but I do need a job rn), school and all the fun things you want to keep track off.

I had a shitty childhood and I would still sell my soul to go back to the good times I had as a child.

NSFW content is illegal for minors and you don't want to find yourself as deep in the rabbit hole as I did.

Please listen to your local grumpy old troll.

You aren't mature enough. No adult wants to befriend you over choking demon boys. Telling you something is wrong is not harassment or bullying.

I'm not mature and I'm an adult. I'm a crackhead and a barely functional one at that.

The internet is not a safe haven. It's actually very dangerous and filled with people who are straight up creeps.

It doesn't matter if you are old enough to marry, or whatever. You are still young and creeps still want to take advantage of you.

Also those laws are called Romeo and Juliet laws, you cannot legally make or consume porn at that age. It's still considered child p*rn.

Do not interact with adults over NSFW content, don't post it.

There's people out there way worse than I am and less honest about who or what they are.

[boxed-n-bottled-arson]

Fanfic Game

This is a game the dorks played because they were bored. 

Here is how it works: We choose a prompt and write something in five minutes, but only say what the last sentence of what we wrote was. Then, this happens. 

Dork 2: This is extremely crack. We are both terrible. 

Janus goes to therapy

Warnings: Alcohol, depression, swearing 

D1 (Dork 1):

He watched helpless as the door closed behind her. Janus was pushed to put it simply. He decided to try therapy, yet it definitely was not what he expected. Now he sat in his therapists room after he had caused her to leave. This was fantastic. Sighing, he stood up from the somewhat comfortable couch, and walked out of the therapy office. He was glad he hadn't booked those extra appointments he thought about. He opened his car door and sat in the front seat. Taking a long sigh, he slammed his head into  the steering wheel, causing a large honk. He was the only person that would end up in this situation. He had ended arguing with his therapist. "Fuck my life" he murmured to himself. It was a solid four minutes before he ended up, actually starting his car. 

D2 (Dork 2):

The car started and he moved out of the mental asylum parking lot. The streets were empty and he could only hear his car on the road. He ended up seeing a liquor store and decided to get himself some nice fresh alcohol for the ride. His car, shitty as hell takes a few minutes for the car door to finally get open. Other people from the sidelines watch him like he is crazy trying to open his car door. He goes into the store and remembers he forgot his id and decides to just steal alcohol from the store. Glass bottles break and the cashier tries to stop him. Janus runs out of the store, getting back into the car. The car door flies away and Janus drives and drives. He doesn’t care anymore, and he can’t help but love being such a daredevil. He just wishes one day miss Crofter’s would love his sexy smile.

D1:

He just wishes one day Ms.Crofters would love his sexy smile. Maybe that would keep her from leaving his therapy appointment. Besides being extremely pissed, he was also sad. Sad that he, out of all people, caused his therapist, the person that was supposed to help him, leave. Maybe this proved that all his insecurities were correct, maybe putting on a facade was the right thing to do. Maybe acting stronger would be better than acting like he actually is under that shell. He wishes he could show the world that person. The person who just wants to make the world better and brighter for him and his friends. He laughed to himself, a small, hollow, sad laugh. It was ironic that he seemed to have two faces, just like his name. Wow he was pathetic, just like he thought. No one wants to be around him, not his friends, not his therapist, not himself.

D2:

He sits on the edge of the road, questioning his humanity. Was it really the right thing to do? Getting to please everyone around him isn’t helping him. He may be tough and strong, but it isn’t enough. He just wants someone to care for him but nothing ever works. He sips the last drop of his whisky and throws it to the road watching as glass shatters everywhere in the black night. He starts to wander around more, thinking about kites and kittens until he walks back up to miss crofters office. He doesn’t know why he is here, but he is. Janus sees her face again, and miss crofters can obviously tell he isn’t doing too good. Miss crofters can’t help but give him a hug to make the pain go away.

The server Virgil needs

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death, anxiety, food

D2:

It was just for one night. Virgil was not ready to go to this party, but Logan insisted since he needed his daily dose of socialization every once in a while, or all the time. He looks at the front door, preparing himself for what to come and opens the door. Music blasts in his ears, the floor literally vibrating. Virgil does his classic “put hood over head to avoid talking to people”. Then, he decided to go into the next room he saw, where there might not be too many people. The door creaks open to even more noise than before and to shock he actually sees people he knows. Roman, the big boy is hanging from the chandelier, acting like he is flying like a crazy person. He turns over to see Remus the crackhead, trying to shoot him like he is bird. What the fuck is going on???

D1:

Virgil just wanted to go to his friend's house, not have this. Staring at his friends house, Virgil felt his breathing hitch. Why was their loud music and speakers? Why the fuck were there decorations? And why the fuck did he honestly have to be here. Virgil thought about a few way to get out of this situation. He could leave, like honestly just walk back to his house, his mom would be confused but it would be a way out. He die, just curl right there in the grass and suffocate. He could stand in the road in wait for impeanding doom. Maybe find Patton and get hugged to death. Anything but go inside. Wasn't there a neighborhood lake, he could drown in. 

D2:

Wasn’t there a neighborhood lake he could drown in? He leans back in one of the folding chairs and looks up at the stars. Why did he have to be here right now? The smell of fire from the grill fills the outside, and Virgil really wants a taste but he doesn’t feel like talking to anyone else to get it. Logan appears before him and gives him a plate of an assortment of different barbecue type foods, burgers, hot dogs, etc. Virgil, forced to take the plate from Logan decides to start taking bites off his food. 

“I can’t let you sit here and starve Virgil,” Logan says, staring to eat off his own plate as well. Virgil thanks the heavens that Logan is able to be his server tonight. 

D1:

Virgil thanks the heavens Logan was able to be his server tonight. Logan sat next Virgil on the grass. The sun was just starting to set. The Ray's washing over both of them. Virgil really wasn't interested in the food. He was just enjoying the sunset, and his friends presence. It was a weird day, not normal really at all, but hey it ended alright. That's all that mattered, right? 

S’mores prank

Warnings: food, fire, briefly mentioned bugs, swearing

D1:

The fire was getting closer. Virgil hissed at the large orange flames in the fire pit, not enjoying how warm they made him while he was already wearing a hoodie. "Virge, that's not gonna make them go away," Patton said before shoving another marshmallow in his mouth. "Patton, we conquered those marshmallows for s'mores. If you eat all of them we won't be able to make s’mores." Logan said from his seat on a log next to Roman. "Come on Lo stop being a sorry sport, we can always conquer more!" Roman said, throwing a marshmallow into the flames. The sides had decided to go camping in the mind palace, well Roman decided he wanted to go camping and dragged them along. And Virgil was hating every second of it. He had to sleep on the ground, in a clostraphoic tent, and was surrounded by bugs. This was a shit situation for the emo side, and he was gonna make it hell for Roman.

D2:

Virgil started to work on his new deviant plan, ready to get at Roman. Roman has been pranking him for all these years and this time he is going to pay for it with good old sweet karma. He goes over and starts messing with the s’mores, putting his own ‘special’ ingredients to the mix. Some nice laxatives, and oh boy was this gonna be fun watching Roman suffer. Roman is laughing as the fire grew bigger, asking for a nice treat to have with the fire. Virgil couldn’t help but smile at what was about to happen next.

D1:

Virgil couldn't help but smile at what was about to happen next. Everything was about to fall in place, a perfect picture plan, Roman would never cross Virgil like this again. "Ahh, I'm gonna turn in for the night guys." Patton exclaimed with a yawn. "Padre, you're gonna go to sleep this early? Come on you should stay," Roman said. Logan stood up, "actually Patton is right, we can continue this 'bonding exercise' tomorrow, we should all go to sleep so Thomas can be in top conditions tomorrow." Logan and Patton then started walking to their tents. "Well Emo nightmare, we should go to sleep then, God knows you won't get it though," Roman said standing. "Wait!" Virgil yelled, the other sides turning to see why he just screamed. 

D2:

He didn’t want Patton or anyone else to get hurt, only Roman because Roman is a piece of shit. 

“Don’t eat those.” Virgil tells Logan and Patton. 

Patton looks gloomy, wanting a satisfying taste of s’mores. 

Patton looks back at Virgil, upset. “Why can’t we? Roman is shoving those into his face right now.” 

Virgil knows they won’t listen if he tells them what is really going on. 

“I may have... uh...” Virgil can’t help but feel guilty, but his plan has already worked. Roman is shoving the s’mores into his face right now. 

“I put laxatives into the s’mores...” 

Guns and sushi

Warnings: Guns, food, Remus, knives, dead bodies, people tied up, blood, fist fighting, theft

D2:

Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind, but with a gun against his head. “Buttt whyyyy???? I just want to play with some of the dead bodies out in the back!!!” Remus says with a bratty tone. He seems really upset, and Patton can’t help but feel disgusted. How the heck did he get here, with Janus and Remus?! He tries to get his way through the ropes but nothing works. This is Janus’ and Remus’ specialty. He may know Janus a little bit more now, but this is really the only way to get Remus to stop acting like a lunatic. Remus breaks open from his own handcuffs after being at gunpoint from yours truly, Janus. Janus puts the gun down and turns over to look at Patton, and Remus can’t help but giggle from the sidelines.

D1:

"What are we gonna do now?" Patton sighed. "I honestly don't have a clue." Janus looked at Remus for a second before looking back at Patton, "we could leave him here and just leave, get some food, oh maybe Chinese?" Patton thought about it for a second, "fine, but make it Sushi. It could care less for Chinese right now." Janus nodded and the two walked out the door of the grimy warehouse. Just before they both got in the car though, Patton tugged open a window. "Come one we can't leave him locked in there!" Janus sighed, "fine, but get in, I'm hungry."

D2:

Remus slips a certain something from under his shoe and in such a way Janus would never notice. It was a pocket knife. Janus and Remus walk away from the large cage, leaving Patton alone, in complete darkness and he could barely see anything. Guess they weren’t going to stay after all. Patton gets the knife in his hands tied around his back and starts cutting. They are very thick ropes, but at this point he just wants to get home and see everyone again. He manages to cut and he is released. Patton is happy that Remus left the cage door open, but what are really his intentions? Remus doesn’t do these types of favors without any motive behind it. 

D1:

 Remus invaded the kitchen like a warrior on a battlefield. He was here to make sure Patton got the noodles he wanted, and Remus might treat himself as well. The chefs and servers were all confused, telling him to leave and get out of the kitchen. Remus smiled, Patton was gonna get his noodles. It's safe to say no one left that kitchen without a bloody nose. Remus had really taken a beating to everyone there. Once everyone was out cold though, Remus snooped around the kitchen before seeing it. On top of the stove, was a large pot of noodles, exactly what Patton wanted. Grabbing the pot, and something else Remus ran back to the main restaurant, and to the side of a disappointed Remus and Patton. "So you robbed the place of there noodles and ice cream?" Janus asked. "Yup!" Remus exclaimed, licking a popsicle. 

“Do you love me?”

Warnings: sexual intentions, kissing

D1:

The footsteps were moving away. Roman let out a heavy sigh. They couldn't be caught, not now. They had been doing this for weeks but still every sound made them pause, every foot step made them step away from each other, and every word that wasn't one of there’s ruined the mood. It was upsetting but the safest thing to do, if they were caught...it would never happen again. It was a strange idea, logic and creativity being together. Wanting each other. Not feeling complete without one another. But they did. So when the lights turned off, and the others went to sleep, Roman sneaked in,to Logan's room to feel complete. To have his other half. "We can't keep doing this," Logan said. Roman sighed, it was true. It was painful every time a kiss was broken by footsteps. "Than what do we do?" He asked. "Tell them," Logan said. "Lo, we can't, they won't" Logan brought up a hand to cup Roman's cheek. 

 D2:

“Ooh? Wow Logan I didn’t know you liked this type of thing.” Roman places his hands around Logan’s waist. 

“Well, passionate kissing can burn between 2 and 26 calories a minute, and also can reduce stress. This can be extremely beneficial to both of our health.” 

Roman looks at Logan almost like his face is trying to make a sigh but he can’t. 

“Ugh please don’t start Logan.” 

To get Logan to not talk anymore, he pushes him up against the wall, Roman presses his lips against Logan’s. Logan, wanting to talk more about health benefits finally decides to give in, letting the kisses get more passionate than before. Eventually, Roman decides to slip his hand between Logan’s thighs.

D1:

"Roman we can't-" "Logan you love me." Logan looked at Roman wide eyed. Logan wasn't good with emotions, but he knew love was strong. It wasn't a word you threw around, you had to be certain. And Logan didn't know how to Express what he had with Roman. It was strong, yet fragile. It made him feel confident. And he wanted more moments with Roman. Hell, he wanted every moment to be with Roman. Log a finally broke the silence, "do you love me?" Roman paused for the smallest of seconds, "yes." Logan pushed Roman away from him "Then tell them, about us. I can't handle keeping this a secret Roman, we need to tell them." 

D2:

Roman looks down at the ground, trying to find an excuse but can’t manage to make one. 

“Why do relationships need to be so hard???” Roman more upset than ever, holds Logan close. 

“All we need to do is tell them. I mean think about it, we all know Patton and Virgil are a thing.” Logan says. 

“Wait, what?! How couldn’t you tell me this info sooner?!” 

Logan, realizing his clothes are a lot more of a mess than before. 

“Roman, do you have some missing brain cells or are you just clueless?” Roman totally offended snaps back.

“I’m not oblivious! At least I’m not the one reciting lines from the last article you read about kissing! Don’t tell me that isn’t odd!” 

Logan can’t help but feel embarrassed. 

A soulmate AU?

Warnings: Food, condoms

D1:

He couldn't believe it. Was it really him? Roman stared across the small library at the man behind the counter. He was tall, with brown hair and glasses, along with wearing a tie and dress shirt. On his neck was a simple tattoo, taking the form of a dragon sitting atop a pile of books. The same tattoo that Roman had on his left hip. He couldn't believe, Roman was staring at his soulmate. All his life he had dreamed of meeting his soulmate. Someone who was perfect for him in every way, someone to love him every second. And now he was a few isles away from them. What was he supposed to do? Run up and randomly kiss them? No that would be weird. 

D2:

Logan walked over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a book. Roman couldn’t get the courage to do it. On his way to one of the tables to get a close look at Logan, he sees something under the table. 

“What the...” Roman mumbles. 

A lady behind him notices as well, and screeches.

“IS THAT A USED CONDOM?!” The lady runs away and Roman looks at it in horror. Logan turns over and walks over to Roman, startled when he looks under the table like everyone else in the room. People start discussing what to do with it while Roman and Logan stare intensely at the used condom. 

“Disgusting... in a public library...” Logan says. 

D1:

 "That's… gross," Roman said, before his eyes trailed back to Logan. "Um, I actually came over here to ask you something." Logan looked at Roman curious, "and what would that be?" Roman took a second to try to form a response, just screaming out 'I'm your soulmate' would probably confuse him, and he honestly wanted this first meeting to go well. "Here, showing you would be better," with that Roman took his shirt off, turning so that Logan could see his left side. Logan, who at first was very confused, stared at the large dragon tattoo on Roman's side. Roman turned back around to look at Logan. "Seems we might be soulmates."

D2:

“Roman. Let’s go somewhere together.” Logan takes Romans’ hand and leaves the library. Roman can’t help but blush when Logan holds his hand like this. Then, Logan stops suddenly. They both look up to see the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest ice cream shop that sells beans with ice cream and other things. Logan and Roman run towards the ice cream shop, skipping along the way there. 

“Let’s get some ice cream with beans,” Logan says, “they help oxygen flow through your body.” Logan keeps pulling Roman towards the ice cream shop and they enter. 

“You look like two happy donkays if I do say so myself,” the cashier says. “What would you donkays like to get today?” 

“Oooh oooh can I get some BEANS?!” Roman yells. 

“Sure thing donkay! All the donkays get bean ice cream today!” 

The donkays scream yay at getting the taste of some nice bean ice cream.

Patton’s secret

Warnings: Alcohol, implied sexual content, swearing, Remus, first fighting, injuries

D2:

He sat him down and held him close before telling him the horrible news.

“Patton, I—“ Virgil is shushed. 

“Shh, I’m enjoying this moment between us together.” Patton holds Virgil tighter.

“I feel like there is something I don’t know about...” Virgil stops looking at Patton, extremely angstily. “Patton, please tell me what is going on, I need to know.” 

“I don’t know if I should tell you, it is really bad...” Patton whispers. 

“It’s okay, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Virgil shows a smile, and the only smile he has given all night. 

“I—“ Patton stops himself from speaking, he can’t bring himself to say it. 

“Please, I love you so much Patton and I care about you.” 

Patton sighs. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-what?! How the heck are you pregnant?” Virgil yells. 

D1:

"Wha- what how the heck are you pregnant?" Virgil yells. Patton winced at the sound, no this isn't what he wanted he really didn't want Virgil angry. "I-I'm sorry Virge, I was drunk and not thinking, please I love you I promise!" Virgil was shocked how the fuck was he suppose to deal with this?! He was very aware Patton was trans, but they weren't at a comfortable point in their relationship to do anything. They had only been together for a month or two. "Pat, I-I…" Virgil didn't know what to say. Was he ready to be a father? We Patton ready to be a father? He could feel his breathing quicken, the world seemed to blur. "Virge? Virge, breathe for me please." "Y-you cheated on me and got pregnant?!" 

D2:

“How could you just have a one night stand with some random person?! Do you even care?!” Virgil stands his ground, flaming with rage. 

“I’m done and we are OVER. There is no excuse!” Virgil leaves the room to find a way to release the steam. Why did Patton do this to him? He runs outside and sits against the wall, and he can’t help but cry.

He hears footsteps expecting Patton, but it turns out to be a familiar face. 

“Remus...” 

Virgil gets up and backs slightly away. 

“Hey there Vergy! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Must say that was quite a show in there.” Remus giggles at the drama and entertainment. 

“You have something to do with this, don’t you Remus?” Virgil says.

D1:

"You have something to do with, don't you Remus." Virgil said. Remus looked offended "Virgil, drawing random conclusions-" "BULLSHIT!" Virgil yelled. "You can fucking stop the act, you fucked Patton, without protection and this kid is yours!" Remus smirked, sickly sweet, "you say it like he didn't consent." Virgil stared at him, pissed. "You fucking knew me and Patton were in a relationship you sick fuck!" With that the first punch was thrown. Remus looked startled, holding his now very bruised jaw. "It's not all my fucking fault!" Remus said hitting back. 

The fight didn't last long, though it ended with both of them majorly bruised. Remus had left, bruised and hurt, leaving a very confused Virgil standing alone on the sidewalk.

[baddieromanova]

The fandom wants Charles to be evil so desperately that it’s become pathetic. And I’d take a lot of your theories seriously if they genuinely derived from watching a TV show and having fun cooking up theories with what’s been given to you on screen or over analysing the show and it’s content, but they’ve really grown from nothing more than wanting him out of the picture to either make a ship less awkward or hoping it somehow “invalidates Falice” (????)

We don’t know what’s going on with Charles, there wasn’t much context in that scene, you can literally draw up any conclusion. It’s likely he is a little odd, given his background would it really be much of a surprise? Maybe it’s just his messed up way of getting closer to his family.

And even if he is shady, and has something to do with whatever the big mystery is, have you never heard of red herrings? Throwing the audience off? Easter eggs? Clearly not since half of your dumb asses still act shocked over Hal being the Black Hood when it was plainly obvious from 2x05 upon rewatching.

I really need y’all to understand and get through your thick skulls, that Charles could be absolutely demonic, satan personified, and it still doesn’t change the fact that Betty and Jughead share a sibling nor will it change or end FP and Alice’s relationship.

Bugheads, half the people that make jokes and remarks about Betty and Jughead being incestuous are just pissed off Barchies who think constantly pointing it out will break Bughead apart and Jeronica stans that are out here gleefully shipping FP and Hermione and are too stupid to realise how hypocritical they sound, so clearly the parents dating/teens dating at the same time theme they claim to be such a catastrophe isn’t really a big deal to them to begin with. So ship your ship and move on, Charles presence has no impact on them and the haters are hypocrites, y’all already won here.

And Falice antis? LOL just stop, give up, the writers NEVER implied Hal knocked Alice up in high school (the one thing they’ve been consistent with), in fact they implied he didn’t, telling yourselves otherwise doesn’t change that. You saw she was pregnant before she even met him, and pointing out a shoddy timeline doesn’t change that either. Please move the fuck on. Charles or no Charles, FP is still banging Alice while his crackhead wife who he never loved has been erased from his memory and Hal is rotting in the dirt much to Alice’s delight.

[wevonik]

River flows in you part. 1

Y/n's pov:

„Breathe in, and out... It's going to be okey... You can do this... You were going to the school befo-”

At that moment I realized how pathetic I have sounded and closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts. The last time I set my foot in school was almost two years ago. Of course in the meantime I had classes, but there were only a teacher and me in a small, hospital room. This situation really makes me anxious. I have no idea how many students know my story or at least heard about me . Due to this, my plan of coming back to my hometown and chasing for my dreams once again, doesn't sounds like a good idea anymore. But I have to do this. I promised this to myself. I promised this to them...

„Y/n breakfast is ready!”

„Okey I'm coming!” I responded, being now ripped from my thoughts. It's just a new school. What can possibly go wrong?

„Do you want me to drop you to school?” said a middle-aged lady while sipping her coffee. Her long, red, curly hair were now bounded in a messy bun. Only single strands of her hair appearing on her face.

„It's Okey auntie. I can go alone.” I said with an insignificant smile on my face. My aunt looked at me with sympathy. She could only imagine how hard it was for me after the accident. Of course my whole family was affected by this, but I was the one who suffered the most.

„You know you don't have to do this if you're not ready right?” she asked.

„I know, but I want to do this. It's my last chance to get there... ” I said. Juilliard - my timeless dream. My sight was now located on a small, black box laying by the door, waiting to be used again.

Taehyung's pov:

I don't even know what I am doing here...

Yeah of course school is much more pleasant than being at home but even though it's filled with idiots, who despite lacking in brain cells still managed to get here. My high school it's the most prestigious musical school in this state but it's easy to get here if your family is rich. That's probably the reason why this imbeciles are here. Not that I pay much attention to them. I have better activities than watching this dumbasses. But still they're annoying.

„Hey! Taetae!” Speaking of dumbasses... At least these ones are pretty much tolerable. Maybe because they're friends of mine.

„What's up guys?” I responded to them while taking my notebook from locker.

„Have you heard the news?”

„Come on Jungkook. Don't you know that Taetae is never up to date with gossips?” Said a much shorter boy while brushing his fingers through his hair.

„Just tell me what you want to say and let's go to class”

„Jimin maybe you will tell him?”

„Why me? You're better at this thin-”

„JUST SPIT IT OUT CRACKHEADS!” I interrupted them, being even more annoyed then minutes ago.

„Wow Taetae... There's no need to shout...”

I just rolled my eyes on this comment.

„Okey, so there will be a new girl in our class...” Said Jungkook

„And why should I care about that?”

„That's the best part. It's y/n. She got tons of letters form universities when she was only ten. She's super talented, famous... And hot” said Jungkook and looked at Jimin with significant smile.

„I'm done listening to your speech about some random chick who makes your hormones rage. I'm going.” I said leaving two boys behind. They quickly catched up and all of us went to class together.

Y/n's pov:

I stepped into unfamiliar building full of people. It must be a break now.

How the hell will I find anything here??

„You must be y/n”

I turned around just to see a short girl with a blonde hair and a big smile on her face.

„Hm, do you know me?” That was all I was able to spit out.

„You're the only one here who don't know what to do with yourself and I saw you on news many times before.” She said laughing softly. So it's really obvious that I'm new. Great... And of course she has to know me. Even greater...

„I'm Kate. President of class you will belong to. I'm responsible to show you around.” she said while extending her hand. I just gently shook it and we both slowly began to walk through the corridor.

---

„You've seen pretty much everything now. I just have to show you the practice room which you can book if there would be a need for that. After that you're free to go.” Said Kate. We were now standing in front of a big room, full of huge windows and instruments. Beautiful instruments. I saw guitars, speakers, drums, violins, flutes, saxophones, many, many others and piano... Of course I would never betray my beloved violin but this piano was simply stunning. And this melody which was coming out of it...

Wait a second. A melody? How is it possibl-

At this very moment I spotted a person who was using the instrument. It was a guy. A very handsome one to be exact. His dark hair were gently falling on to his face. That face was really different from faces I used to see. I would wager that he was a foreigner. He was for sure Asian. Korean maybe? He was really different but... Beautiful. His face very symmetrical. His brows were thick and full. He had eyelashes anyone would be jealous of. Moles on his lower lip, above his right nostril, and under his right eyelid near his waterline. His upper lip was slightly longer and more rounded than his lower lip. His ears were sticking out a little. His facial expression was very serious and focused on playing. And those hands...

Y/n what are you thinking about? Are you crazy? Staring at some random guy? Really? What kind of thoughts are that? Snap yourself out of it girl! I shook my head in anger.

„It's Taehyung. He's one of the best students and musicians here. He's in our class, I would recommend you to stay away from him tho.” Kate broke a silence.

„Why?” I asked, quite intrigued.

„He doesn't belong to the most friendly people here. The only thing he cares about is this piano. Many girls were crying because of him.”

„Did he do something to them?”

„Nahh. Not really. He was just ghosting them. It's really entertaining to watch him, but only from distance.”

„I see...” I responded, not sure what to say more. Kate could be right. His whole face was screaming „I'm amazing but you can't have me.” Not that I would want to. I didn't came all the way here for boys but to practice and become a good old y/n again. I have to focus on subduing my inner demons and fears and no Teahyung or whatever his name was nor any other person will be able to distract me. Not now, not never.

A/n: I hope you liked this chapter. It's my first fanfic so please let me know what you think. I send you my love 🥺❤️❤️

[moody-bloosh]

Hi! Can I also get a matchup? I'm a 5'1 Asian girl with long slightly wavy hair and really dark eyes (almost black). I am pretty quiet but I'm not shy, just prefer to listen. I have very strong RBF. When you get to know me I can be pretty loud and kinda weird. I love classical music and can play the piano and cello well. I'm musically artsy. I love cute and creepy things. It's kind of all over the place haha but thank you in advance!

hi dear! i’m sorry it took me a while to write this ;;; i hope you enjoy these matchups those lovely! omg you must be really diligent. like the other asian kids, i too was forced to take piano but i never pulled through with learning how to play it bc im a heathen who cant sit still ;;;; 

matchups are open~ ask away ; ) 

Part 1: oKAY HEAR ME OUT, so I see you and Jonathan like arranged to be married and at first he’s kinda averse to the whole thing. He tries to be the polite one and let you do the talking but since you’re pretty silent, he ends up just rambling and ranting about his day and you with your wicked sense, help him figure out how to get back at Dio and he just !! i think that’s when he begins to fall for you. He loves to get you a lot of those gothic horror type things, unsettling porcelain dolls and all. And when you start letting your hair down around him he just really falls hard and fast for you uwu 

Part 2: Our dear Joseph can talk all day. I feel like once you warm up to him the two of you get into some major crackhead antics! Somehow, even though insane prank A was your idea, Joseph was always the one getting blamed! It’s alright though, he would get punished a hundred more times if it meant he was able to see that precious smile of yours

Part 3: AH !!! I FEEL LIKE YOU AND POLNAREFF WOULD BE CUTE TOGETHER !!! I feel like he would get drunk on the trip and somehow spill his whole life story to you and you just listen very intently to him. He gets really flustered but wow, when he’s drunk he just has no filter. It embarasses him to show such an ‘uncool’ side to the person he has a crush on but after he vents to you. Instead of looking at him like he’s pathetic, you pat his head and you tell him that you sympathize with him and that you’ll be there for him if he ever needs a shoulder to cry on and he just. HE DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO FALL EVEN DEEPER FOR SOMEONE. OH NO IT WASN’T A CRUSH ANYMORE. WAS HE? WAS HE IN LOVE ??? 

Part 4: Please consider Okuyasu. I feel like he just thinks you’re really pretty, especially when he catches you playing the piano or the cello after school. He gets it in his head that you’re a princess. He is not able, for the life of himself to bring himself to confess to you, thinking he’s unworthy but fATE HAS OTHER PLANS. Somehow you guys end up working on class duties together and staying late and you guys just click. From then on you guys become super close friends and one day while you guys are just hanging out at his place he confesses.

Part 5: I feel like you and Giorno would vibe really well !! (you could play his theme song while he beats up some villains) You’re one of the members of Buccellati’s gang that doesn’t decide to be cruel to him. Even you remember what it was like to be so idealistic. Though, what you had labelled simply as idealism was slowly beginning to turn into something called hope. It is strange but it is welcome, perhaps with those feelings in your heart, in time, you might be able to notice his feelings for you that are far deeper than simple friendship. But for now, he is happy to just be your closest friend

[doyoungdelrey]

all of them uwu

This is my contribution to the soft k-pop ask. 

1. What k-pop songs make you feel at home?

A song I think of home is “Coming Home” by JJ Project (the subunit with JB and Jinyoung from GOT7). It gives me an urban vibe since I am from a major city myself. 

2. What idol(s) do you associate with kindness?

Bang Chan from Stray Kids. I think he’s a little too kind and humble at times, but that’s another story for another time. Another idol I think of is Jeongyeon/Jihyo from Twice; they are sassy but also caring for their members. 

3. Has a k-pop song or group helped you through some difficult times? If so, and if you feel comfortable, share how.

A song that’s helped me get through my jobless drought was “That’s Okay” by D.O (Kyungsoo) from EXO. I was going through a time where I was receiving literally no job offers and having money issues with school, so this song consoled me in telling me that there is something better ahead and that everything will be alright; all will be resolved. I had moments of jumping off a building because of the lack of progress in my life (also because my grades sucked ass), yet never doing so, but this song assured me that I will be okay, no matter what happens. After all, we are all in this world for a reason. 

4. What idol would you star-gaze with? Why?

I don’t know, maybe Sungjin from Day6. He seems quiet and really cool to talk too; he also looks like he likes to read and learn about the stars. Or Suga from BTS lol. 

5. What’s your favorite ballad?

“Shall We?” by Chen from EXO. It makes me reminisce of falling in love all over again. Any Chen song makes me think of the past; they’re so dreamy. “Hurt Road” by Day6 is also another favorite. 

6. What was your first k-pop group that you stanned? Why did you stan?

GOT7 because of a music video that popped up on my family’s YouTube recommendation on our TV. My first bias (in both K-pop and the group) was Jinyoung because he has a good sense of style and he was exactly how I imagined a k-pop idol to look like; now it’s Youngjae lol. They’re also funny and have killer tracks I would have never considered listening to until recently (February 2019). 

7. Would you rather give or receive a gift from your bias?

I would rather receive a gift. 

8. What are some cute nicknames you have for your biases?

Baby boi/Baby girl (depending on the gender of the idol)

9. What idol(s) would you go to an arcade with? Why?

Youngjae (GOT7), J-Hope/Jin (BTS), Dahyun/Sana/Nayeon (Twice) and Lucas (NCT). They’re all so loud for no reason and would cheer for me even if I lose. 

10. What are some things you associate with your bias?

Hair dye, tattoos, contact lenses, Italian perfume and fire. 

11. What idol(s) would you bake cookies with? Why?

I would like to bake cookies with Rosé from Blackpink. She would be a good friend who I could confess my secrets to. Or Wendy from Red Velvet. 

12. What idol(s) would you like to share comfortable silence with? Why?

Mina from Twice. She’s a beautiful human being and I would want to just look at her without saying anything just to admire her poise/grace. 

13. What idol(s) would you like to share your favorite food with?

I would pull a Joey Tribbiani* (see bottom for reference) on every other idol with the exception of Momo from Twice. She loves to eat different so I would want to share my food with her. 

14. What idol, when they come to mind, makes you feel warm, fuzzy, at home?

Johnny or Bang Chan. IDK they radiate paternal energy and are like father figures in their groups. 

15. Which idol would you like to have a long, deep hug with? Why?

Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Baekhyun (EXO) or Seulgi (Red Velvet). They look like they give good hugs. 

16. What’s your ideal day with an idol(s)?

Walking around the city and having a nice conversation with them about anything (but it was PG). I had a dream about this lol. 

17. What idol(s) would you watch the sunrise with?

Jaehyun from NCT. I don’t know why lol maybe because he looks like a morning person?

18. What idol(s) would you watch the sunset with?

RM from BTS. Same reason as 17, except he looks like a night owl. 

19. Has an idol or group said anything that has stuck with you?

Not said, but has done as time progressed. Suho from EXO manages to deal with his crackhead members (*beagle line*) so well by being cool and calm. Additionally, he and his group have managed to be extremely humble in award shows despite being known as one of the best-selling groups in Korea. 

20. What idol would you like to spend a rainy day in with? What would you do? (please keep it appropriate lmao)

Ten from NCT. We’d watch romantic comedies, listen to music, clean my house and talk. If it stops raining after a while, we would go shopping.  

21. Talk about why you love your bias so much.

I don’t know. He’s loud, super talented, sweet, funny and very clever; he cares so much for his fans to the point where he got a tattoo for them. I didn’t want to follow his group at first, but he’s become my favorite human beings in k-pop because of his radiant personality, visuals and ability to do many things at once. Also, we both have big ears (#bigearsgang). 

22. Would you rather go to Disneyland or Everland with your bias? What would you do there?

Disneyland. We’d ride roller coasters, take pictures and eat. I’ve never heard of everland

23. What do you imagine your bias to smell like?

Cologne, specifically something like that Chanel Bleu one guys are wearing, Acqua Di Parma or Versace Eros. 

24. What do you wish for your bias group or idol in the future?

I wish that PCY gets all the rest he needs. I wish for his group mates (specifically Jongin/Kai and Baekhyun) to get rest; they don’t need to work all the time for our satisfaction. I remember seeing Suho slowly falling asleep at an award show, so they need rest. Same with GOT7 (@/Jackson)

25. What season do you associate a group or idol with? Why?

BTS, Spring. IDK if it’s because of the fact that they have a song called “Spring Day” or their songs give me an overall spring vibe. Them as people, as well as their songs are fresh, like flowers blooming for the first time in the year. 

26. What idol would you like to share childhood stories with?

Honestly, maybe Sorn from CLC. She’s funny and seems like a person who enjoys old stories.

Well, I’m boring b/c I got redundant with the groups. However, here’s my answer to all the questions. ENJOY! 

*Joey Tribbiani: In an episode of “Friends”, Joey is telling Phoebe the story of a date he went (who happens to be a friend of Phoebe’s) on and he professes he will not go on a date with her again. He was upset that she (Joey’s date) had take a piece of his food, which tuns out to be fries. Rachel happens to walk in and Phoebe tells his story; Rachel confirms that Joey is like this and has even gotten upset with Rachel’s young daughter Emma because she had taken a few of his grapes, thus his immediate, slightly pathetic yet very iconic: “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD”. 

[finderskeepersff]

34. Part 2

Furrowing my eyebrows hearing my phone ring, opening my one eye looking down at my chest with my phone just ringing. Lifting my phone from my chest and answering the call “mom” resting my head back opening my eyes, clearing my throat “Cassius, my baby boy. I was just calling to see if you are ok?” I don’t even know what the time is, looking at the window and seeing it is dark as hell “I am ok, I was just asleep. I am good, I was supposed to call you, we never spoke after the raid. I don’t know if Josiah told you but I was coming out there to see you, Sofia said it actually and I goes why not so we was driving. I felt something was wrong when I saw the road blocked, they only do that with me because they assume a car will come and take me but y’all good yeah?” I never actually called my mom after what happened “we good, you know us Cassius. We are so used to seeing that happen doesn’t really scare us, Bryce on the other hand. He was scared, he was very scared of the big men, he really cried holding me. He was very scared but all is well. They didn’t get anything, they just said where is your things. I said that he don’t live here which they know this, it’s stupid” she isn’t wrong, they do know I am in Atlanta, they are just trying their best “I feel bad now, for Bryce that is. Is he ok now?” he must have been really scared “yes he is ok now, everything is fine. I just wanted to know if you was ok, I get scared when I see your friends come. They came last night, I was like please lord let it not be anything wrong but they just dropped some things off, I wish I could have done better for you” getting up from the bed “mom it’s happened now, but don’t worry about it. Shit should be ok now, I am hoping anyways, I just need to sort some people out and then I can just rest” I can’t believe I slept this long, it’s night “please do that, how is baby? I am so sad Sofia couldn’t see me, is she ok? Is wedding going to be soon? I have so many things, I should ask her” I chuckled “yeah, everything good here. Baby is fine, Sofia is fine. The wedding, I don’t know yet because I am not sure about Grace, you know it’s a big deal, I will let you know though. When we do get married, I mean you will be there” I laughed “I was about to say, Josiah went to see Jordan and said that he is looking bad, he thinks he is using inside. I don’t know what I did wrong with him” Jordan always wants some attention on himself “he wasn’t wanted” I said straight up, there was no need for two more boys.

I guess I will be wide awake now, first I will see what is good with Sofia and then I may go out. I got a lot of shit to do, I have things to do with Kyle and Myles. I ain’t seen them niggas in a while, they should be awake anyways “Sofia” placing my snapback on my head “what is it?” she has still got this stank attitude, like seriously stank “well” I paused “I am going out, I can see you still have that dumb attitude which is pathetic, you’re being this person. You’re being like your mom actually, anyways. Bye” I cannot be bothered, speaking to me like what is it “don’t speak on my mom” she is still dumb to me “like mother, like daughter I guess” I am going out, I have no time to deal with Sofia. She is a pain in the ass for no reason, dialling Kyle’ number “if I cared I would actually say something but I don’t, speak your words” shaking my head “I am asleep?” lying ass, answering the phone like that “clearly not, come out. What is the other one doing? Still not fucking with Isabella?” looking behind me at Sofia, I really do hate seeing Sofia like this, it’s not fair on me or her. I just don’t know, I don’t get it either “leave Myles, just me and you. We got shit to catch up on, you driving though come out” I didn’t want to drive but I guess I will “cool” disconnecting the call, still looking at Sofia “I am going now, I’ll be back later. Love you” I don’t want to be damn hearted, anything can happen when I am out but she didn’t say it back, that is not nice but it’s whatever.

Parking outside the building that will be the new Clover Club “it’s creepy” Kyle said “how? Because we in someone else’s territory? We good bro, you know this. We just need to be nice. So what is good with you, y’all get back good?” this Clover Club will be bigger, the building itself is big “erm yeah, it was fine. You stayed behind for a few days? What happened to Sofia’ dad and all that?” I chuckled “you know like Sofia wanted to get married? She met her dad, now she is being mad weird. I just don’t get it. It’s annoying me, I don’t like to see Sofia like this, she won’t speak to me. I guess she sees me as him, she must do? But I ain’t him, I done find out that he is a snitch nigga, he beat Grace and then put a hit out on them both, he is bad. Sofia don’t know this but I flat out said to him, you are telling her the truth and then we can see if she wants to know. So I got that drama, police raided my mom’ home, Jordan is a crackhead, Bryce thinks I am his dad. I need someone to be the face of this company, someone I can trust. The issue I got, I need someone I trust but also they could also die, you know. I don’t know what to do. Fucking money coming in fast, I ain’t got nothing to do with it but give it away. Then I just want to kill Samuel my damn self, but I know the Latino’s will come at us but I said to Ethan, make sure every single one of our workers have guns, shoot to kill type shit. See what happens” I sighed out heavily, Kyle patted my back “relax, just breathe. Relax yeah? So let’s do this, Amira. She ain’t known, they don’t know she is connected to us. She will be the face of it, the police know nothing of her. Clean record, we stay away ok? So that is fine, she will do it. Sofia, now I don’t know. I can’t say but what I would say is you both need to talk” I am bored talking “for what? She is stupid, she got Anaemia. I ain’t even know what this shit was until Sofia but she got it, she ain’t been eating or taking tablets. She harming my baby because her parents are fucked up, I snapped. I just fucking don’t get it, maybe she don’t want me? Maybe she thinks I am her dad, you know?” my phone started ringing, unknown number and it’s not my burner phone, that could be Jordan.

Answering the call “hello?” watch it be Jordan asking for money “It’s Celine, I have Grace on a three way” moving the phone away from my ear groaning out, not what I want “ok, how can I help?” clearly she wants something “is my daughter there?” Oh Grace speaks “I am out, she ain’t here” I am not in the mood for her “she will never be yours, you send messages to me you come correct. You don’t own everything and not my daughter with that” putting Grace on speakerphone “they stress you out more than your own family” Kyle said in a whisper “this ain’t about me Grace, I am not doing it because I want too but for Sofia. That is what grown folk do, as much as you don’t want to speak to me, I am the same” looking over at Kyle moving the phone back “you got my daughter pregnant, then your brother pushed my daughter. Then you get her pregnant again, now you want to marry her. Did you even ask if I wanted that from you?” shaking my head “I mean it usually means I have to ask the father, and I already done that. Relax Grace, I asked Samuel” Kyle snorted laughing “you think you’re funny, pay for my ticket and I will come” she is cheeky “I change my mind, I ain’t want you there. Your vibe is sickening, I can’t have that. I have given your daughter everything you couldn’t give, she is living like a queen and you want to come to me being rude? I don’t need to ask you nothing Grace, you think I will want you there after this?” I am fucking annoyed “what does my daughter want?” she asked “I know what she wants, but she is stupid! She is stupid to want you” Grace laughed “tell her to leave you and I will have her back with open arms. You know what boy, Samuel is you. She don’t need a dealer” I want to throw my phone “and she needs you? The same woman that couldn’t protect from older men, I know Grace. I know your secrets. I am sorry Samuel beat you! But you” Kyle disconnected the call “you whored yourself to other men” I abruptly stopped looking at Kyle “no” Kyle simply said, throwing my phone at my dash and cracked the screen.

Kyle ended up driving instead, I am angry and now I harmed my car like that. Kyle been on the phone for a while now, he is just like yes, ok, no. He doesn’t say much. I can’t have Grace around at all, she is a liability to me now. I was being nice, I am not nice anyways “we got problems, we got Samuel problems. I think he is pushing his luck” Kyle said “why is that?” I am still thinking why the fuck me “you know when we went to Jersey, looking for Leyton, we met his dad? Yeah, well. Samuel killed him, he killed him. The stupid man killed him” resting my head back against the headrest “why? You are joking me right?” Kyle shook his head “he called him a pervert, shot him. Ethan said it, he assumed you was having alone time with Sofia and said it to me but yeah, more issues” I swear to fucking god, Samuel is bringing issues for no reason. I mean Leyton’ dad has nothing to do with my dealings but it just creates feuds for no reason and not only that, why “called him a pervert for what? Why? Why is he acting out, why now. He had years to do that and he does it now? I swear this nigga is just a bullet away from being killed. Well tell Ethan, when you speak to him. You” I stopped speaking because my phone started ringing “right on time” Samuel ringing “what is it?” Answering the call “why?” I asked, I am so done with this guy doing dumb shit “because Sofia said she was nine when men wanted her, he was around then. I went to him, I just wanted to speak to him. I swear, it was to talk. I wanted to know who, I did ask. He started it with me, he said she had good lips and I got mad, I shot him. I did it. He deserved it, he said those words” this is a mess “lay low, this doesn’t cover the shit you done” disconnecting the call “oh well he dead now” what else can I do, I woud have done the same.

I thought my family would be a mess but no, Sofia’ family is a straight mess “you know what I think, I am thinking why do I bother? I am going to go back home, she will just be like ok and then sleep. I am here doing things for her, it’s not gaining me shit, you know? She don’t fucking speak to me, all she can say is that I am mean” I don’t know why I bother “you know what you need? You an intervention. You need to first of all tell Sofia you the man, stop the cute shit bro. Then you get the big momma involved, fly Monique here” pulling a face at Kyle “the fuck is my mom going to do? She got Bryce, she busy now” Kyle is dumb “shiit, when Amira don’t be acting right I call her mom, but Grace isn’t stable. These elders get these girls in formation. Ok, fine don’t. You going to continue to play around with you saying awww bub, you love me? You don’t love me bub” Kyle mimicked me, side eyeing him “awww bub, love you bub” punching his arm “you straight pussy, but I get it. I get it my nigga, relax. You in love, you are too in love with her” scratching the side of my face “I wish I wasn’t Kyle, I really wish I wasn’t. It’s like, I hate it but I feel like I have to always make her happy, I don’t think I do much for her, you know. I am not good for her, then it’s like what do I do now? She is not even speaking to me. I could have saved her and be friends with her but no, now look” shaking my head “now you having a young blood, shit is good. You don’t know how to handle this, things like this happen but we will need to set up the finer details. We will use Amira as the face of this, she is safe because she got a rich uncle, we can use that” Kyle is saying this but hasn’t even asked Amira.

I like what Kyle said but I decided against it, I want to do this on my own. Sofia needs to listen to me, I knew she would be awake still. It’s like four in the morning “you not heard of sleep?” picking up the remote from the side of her, switching the TV off “I was watching that” placing the remote down on the table “I have decided that until you can actually stop acting like this, we ain’t getting married at all. You can do what you like, once my baby is born you can just not eat and be this zombie but while my baby is in there, you going to sleep and eat like a normal person. Seeing as you don’t respect me, I am shipping you off to my mom’ I don’t have the time to baby you. You want this then ok fine, you got it. You can stay there where she can actually watch you, I have things to do. Seeing as loving you doesn’t work, this will” I did want to do this on my own but I can’t, this is just not me “I am not even doing anything!?” She spat, walking off “I will sleep in the spare bedroom” I think I will snap if I hear her snore.

[jksofficialwifey]

Not so badass boyfriend jk and the cockroach fiasco drabble ♡

wc: 1,700smthin (i added some sht rn so the wc got messed up)

warnings: cockroach death, mentions of the word cock & pussy, sexual themes, this is somewhat a crack drabble

this was inspired ofc by my favorite beings in the world: roaches. jk. i h8 them so much & theres so many in our house and i just wan di3 but i decided to write this shtsterpiece instead. anyway here it goes enjoy or wutevs! jk.

You were cuddling with your boyfriend Jungkook on the sofa in his dorm, while watching a movie with all of your friends, (all of the other bts members + you're all uni students btw) when an unwanted visitor decides to fly and land on top of jk's TV.

It was your most hated winged creature to ever exist on this entire fracking planet, and it doesn't help the fact that your mortal enemy could withstand a nuclear explosion. Although they aren't that invincible, and could easily be killed by being squashed, hit with a slipper, or by being sprayed with an insect spray. You still hate that a few of them can survive high levels of radioactivity. Anyway, going back to the bothersome cockroach that's stressing you a lot, maybe more than your weabooass-mayhaps-secretly-or-not-so-secretly-a-furry-gamer boyfriend, the horrid thing just flew again, now towards your direction. Making you flinch and scream a little, also making your boyfriend surprised by your sudden movement and screaming. "Baby are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone. "Guk...there's a jungcockroach. Kill it please, you know I hate it so much." you told him in a pleading voice.

"Where? and did you really have to call it jungcockroach?" he asked, and you looked around trying to find where the fck it is now, "Idk, it flew in our direction and oh- there it is! just right next to you on the wall! omg kill it! get it away from me!" you screamed, startling jungkook. Which also made him scream in his high pitched voice, because he was shocked. Your friends also wondered why you were screaming and shouting, and when they finally saw the reason why, they were alarmed too. Hoseok screamed and said, "OMG I'm going out of this room until you kill it. ohmygod I hate bugs!" Jin also screamed loud and decided to follow him out of the room. Joon, yoongi, jimin, and tae didn't seem too bothered. They just looked concerned for you.

The cockroach flew again, but it went to the floor, and crawled somewhere in the room. You weren't that scared of it now, that it wasn't flying anymore. But it still wasn't dead, and you were still a little afraid if it reappears, and flies again. Though, you could blame your boyfriend's scaredy ass for not killing it and just screaming at it. Like you did.

"Guk, why didn't you kill it? you just screamed like those undercover agent guys from that white chicks movie." you asked him, mocking the way he sounded a bit, cos he screamed like a girl. "In my defense, I was shookt because you screamed, which made me scream too." he said rather defensively. "Really? or is it because you're afraid of cockroaches like me too? oh my god. and I merely agreed to date you, because I thought someone would finally protect me and kill these pests for me. You were such a badass when i met you though, it turns out you're just as scared of them as I am. How saddening," you asked him, and joked about only dating him because you thought he'd kill these annoying pests for you. But he didn't quite get it and took it a bit seriously to which he replied,

"I just don't like them or bugs in general okay? It doesn't mean I'm scared of them. And what do you mean you merely agreed to date me because you thought I'd kill em for you? I clearly remember you saying, you'll date me because my big cock's a keeper." he said smugly, to which your friends faces wrinkled in disgust. "Um, guys we're still here, pls don't forget." Jimin had said.

"Sorry guys. But sure, whatever you say baby guk, don't worry I won't break up with you. Even though you're scared of bugs," you teased jungkook. "I really am not scared of damn cockroaches though, that pest should show up now. And I'll prove to you that I'm not scared of them." He said too proudly, and not long after, it did show up flying towards his shirt. He tried to fight it, but he shook it off his body instead. Staring at it wide-eyed after doing so til it fell to the ground, and jimin stomped it with his foot, and all his might, ending the nasty thing's pathetic life. "Well, you really proved you're not scared of them gukie. Thanks to jimin though," you said sarcastically. "Jimin ssi, you should become my new boyfriend. I'm breaking up with gukie, cos I need a brave man with real balls to protect me." you told jimin coming up to him, but you really just wanted to get jungkook worked up. Jungkook just glared at you looking annoyed. You actually succeeded in getting under his nerves.

While you were busy teasing jungkook, you didn't notice another cockroach appearing. But this time jungkook had an evil plan, "Um hyungs, why don't y'all go out for a bit. I'm just gonna talk to y/n about our relationship, or whatever that's left of it." he said, feigning to look angry, being like the great actor he is. Sensing that you and jk might have a couple fight, the hyungs obeyed and went out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N, how unfortunate, it's just the two of us left, jimin can't protect you now." Jungkook said with an evil smirk. "What do you mean guk? he killed the cockroach already, I won't have to worry about one for awhile." you replied. Jk found it amusing you didn't even see another cockroach crawling towards you.

"Oh. But what if there's another one? idk baby, but I think that nasty thing crawling towards you looks like a fracking cockroach to me." He said triumphantly, and when you looked down, it was indeed another annoying roach. You moved away from it, but it looked like it was crawling towards the wall instead. "JK kill it please, I can't deal with another one again ughhh. Why won't they stop attacking me?" you were so annoyed and distressed, you just wanted to disappear forevs. "What's that baby? you want me to kill it? oh i dunno if I can though cos I'm so scared of bugs, maybe you could do it yourself since you're so brave. Or you could call jimin, but I think they went home already. Anyway, maybe I'm gonna go out for a bit. Goodluck with your friend..." his cocky ass said, heading for the door.

But he isn't really gonna leave you alone with that nasty pest right? you won't let him. "Ughhh baby I take it all back. You're not a coward, you're the strongest and bravest person in the world! so get rid of the nasty creature now pleaseee." you said loud enough so he can hear and reconsider leaving you to die by the hands of a dirty cockroach, "Really? just awhile ago, you were saying you were gonna leave me for jimin though. But since I'm a merciful being, I'll help you and do it, if you beg again nicely and do something for me in exchange." he wants you to beg again and do something for him, of course. "Fine. My brave and ever so handsome boyfriend, can you pretty please kill that cockroach for me? I was just kidding when I said I'll leave you for jimin sir, I would never choose another person who'll never have the same big dick energy as you. I'll certainly do anything you ask me to do in exchange."

"Well since you asked nicely, I'll get rid of it now for you, baby." he then approached the oblivious insect which was now at the wall, it didn't fly yet but before it could do so, jk had hit it with a book making the roach fall to the floor. He then proceeded to stomp on it, to make sure it wouldn't live anymore. "Done, that was gross. Oof. I didn't realize I used Jin hyung's book that I borrowed to kill it. Maybe I'll just tell him to wipe the cockroach's juices off of it." he said uncaringly.

"Ew. Shouldn't you wipe it yourself before you give it back, like a good person? Anyway, thanks for doing it for me baby, I knew you were still a bit scared but you still did it anyway. And I really was just joking when I said I only agreed to date you, so you could protect me. Ok, maybe that wasn't entirely false, but i love you, you brave bun perfect or not. And I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world." You were being soft, but he just had to remind you of the thing he asked for, in exchange of getting rid of the pest.

"I love you too baby, and I really wasn't scared anymore, because It was fun seeing you scared and wanting me to be your hero. I'm still not gonna wipe that roach's juices off jin hyung's book though, cos I don't feel like being a good person today. And about that thing I want you to do...I just want you to wash my dishes for a month, and don't bother me when I'm playing my video games. It's not too much isn't it?" he said smirking.

"Of course it isn't baby, though I guess you won't be getting a blowie or any type of action for a month then. We're not frickfracking for a month, how tragic. But my glowing fidget spinner anal plug and me will still enjoy, idk about your hand though," you retorted. "What? baby nooo. I changed my mind, you can annoy me anytime even when I'm playing, just don't take away my smashing privileges. I wouldn't last a day, without your pussy in my cock." he exclaimed.

"That's what I thought so. I'm gonna shower now my brave cockslayer, cos all that roach fiasco got me feeling nasty. you're more than welcome to join me if you like." you said, as you went to the bathroom to shower. "I'm coming, I wouldn't pass up a great opportunity to use my privileges, as always."

♡

A/N: sorry for the grammatical errors/typos as always. yk i can't write for sht but I still do bec it's fun to share my crack ideas w/fellow crackheads shsh. I tried to edit this but u cant rlly notice it cos i suck at writing 😂 anyway it's just a drabble bec i h8 flying cockroaches sm!

[coolestqcumber]

Warmth (Zimo - Awaken F)

Word Count: aprox. 1.6k

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood

Other notes: gang!au, ehhhhhh I know it feels a bit short and rushed but I hope the feels are still there

 In the past, you always had people watching you. The cold stares glued to your back when you patrolled the alleys at night, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to pounce. However, that was different from the stare the barista was currently giving you. It was warm, and filled with adoration. You smacked your head and tried to focus on your studies.

 A few hours later, you had successfully finished writing your paper. Before you left, you tucked a few bills between a napkin and jotted a quick note down to the barista.

“For Qin Zimo,

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. - William Shakespeare

Nice try with the ‘free’ muffin today. I’m still paying.”

 So maybe you did have a crush. Maybe you did come to this coffeeshop specifically on days when you knew he was working a shift. Maybe you purposely walked your dog around this part of town on the off-chance you would bump into him. Maybe you just wanted to feel normal again. Maybe you just wanted to feel again.

 You were definitely feeling something again. It was unexplainable, the fluttering sensation you felt every time Zimo’s leg bumped against yours. The two of you had run into one another while you were out walking your dog. Now you were sitting closely together on a bench in the park and he was petting your puppy. XiaoGeZi (meaning ‘little pigeon’ in Chinese) was a small ball of white fur and the joy of your world. Zimo laughed as XiaoGeZi licked his face and you smiled. Whatever this foreign feeling was, you liked it.

 You had expected things to change since you left the gang to attend college. But for a long time, it didn’t. The empty void in your heart the childlike innocence once occupied was stolen from remained coldly desolate, keeping you emotionless like the gang had trained you to be. Now, things were finally changing.

 You almost couldn’t believe it, and yet here you were sitting in the cute barista’s apartment. Zimo had invited you over to his place to play videogames tonight. The two of you laughed uncontrollably throughout the evening, filling the night air with your friendly banter and shy flirting. The two of you bid your goodbyes as Zimo had to go work his shift at the coffeeshop and you returned home to take your dog out for a walk.

 You skipped happily down the dark alleyway, heart filled with a warming sense of happiness. Even XiaoGeZi, who was always energetic, had a hard time keeping up with your enthusiastic pace. And in an instant, it was all gone. Chilling dread swept through your body, drowning out the positivity that had been humming through your veins just moments ago.

 You felt the cold stares on the back of your back again. You had forgotten that, with the nice emotions you were familiarizing yourself with again, also came the negative emotions. And the worst of them all was Fear, who seemed to be trailing an icy finger along your back sending shivers down your spine.

 “Run XiaoGeZi! Run! Run!” You hurriedly unclipped the leash and gave the puppy’s rear a harsh shove. The dog paused for a moment to look into your eyes with confusion before turning and running away. Away from you. And away from danger. You heard them scratch their knives against the wall and you pulled your own out from your waistband. “I see you still carry around that knife of yours,” the leader of the gang said. You spun the knife around in your hand, “What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

 While you were still trapped in the back alley, your Little Pigeon had followed his nose to the familiar coffeeshop. It just so happened that Zimo had just finished his shift and was exiting the shop when the small ball of fluff bolted towards him. The puppy quickly latched his teeth onto the man’s pants and began to tug at it urgently.

 “Kyulkyung,” you said softly. The name felt foreign on your tongue from the long time of disuse, and it made you slightly sad. The girl in question stepped into the light, her knife glinting. “What do you want?” you hissed, gripping the handle of your own knife. “To tie up loose ends. You know we have to do that, don’t you?” Cold sweat broke out on your forehead and Fear tightened it’s icy grip on you.

 “I left the gang for a reason,” you said evenly. “And I haven’t done anything to expose you guys!” Kyulkyung casually cleaned her fingernails with the tip of her knife, “We’re moving operations to a different city.” She leveled her knife at you, “So we can’t take any risks.” You lifted your knife too. “Bring it on then.”

 “Whoa, XiaoGeZi? What are you doing here? And where’s Y/n?” The dog yapped once at the man and then dashed off into the darkness. Zimo quickly ran after the puppy, fearing what he would find once they reached their destination.

 You were panting from pain, pathetically laying on the ground. The hand pressed to the slash on your abdomen was doing nothing to stop the bleeding. Kyulkyung pressed her blade to your neck. “If you can survive this,” she nodded to the wound on your stomach, “Then you live, we won’t be coming back to bother you. I won’t kill you now because of all those times you saved my a$$ in the past.”

 Kyulkyung pulled a necklace out of her pocket. It was a simple ring (the gang’s trademark ring) looped on a thin chain. She wrapped the chain around your fingers and closed your hand over the necklace. “If you ever decide that studying literature ain’t your thing and want to come back, just find us and use this.” You nodded weakly. But both of you knew you would never go back to the gang.

 Kyulkyung hesitantly stood and lingered at your side, regret written all over her face. You tried to smile. “It’s okay, I’ll survive.” She nodded mutely and left. The other hooligans you once called friends trailing after her, leaving only the sound of their knives scraping against the wall.

 Zimo freaked out once he found XiaoGeZi licking your face, desperately trying to keep you from passing out. In fact, Zimo was ready to pass out himself when he caught sight of the pool of blood that had collected on the pavement beside your stomach, which of course had a massive cut in it. He gently scooped you up bridal-style and XiaoGeZi led him back to your apartment (this was one smart dog).

 Zimo took in the sight of you, staring in horror at the jagged hole in your abdomen. “Ohmygodohmygodohmy-” “Zimo!” you snapped, your vision was beginning to get fuzzy again. “Sorry, there’s just so much...blood,” he hurriedly pressed a towel to stanch the bleeding. “Well what do you think would be coming out of the gaping hole in my stomach? Jellybeans?!”

 “Good lord, I think you need a doctor. Let’s take you to the hospital,” Zimo blabbered and moved to pick you up. You waved him off, “Not the hospital. I’ll get into a load of legal trouble if they find out I was attacked by a gang.” Zimo’s jaw dropped comedically. “A gang?” “Specifically the gang I used to be in,” you continued, slightly delirious from blood loss. “You were in a gang?!” You gave an exasperated sigh, “Now do you understand why I can’t go to the hospital?”

  Zimo nodded solemnly,”I’ll just call Mubo, he’s a nurse but I think he should be able to stitch you up.” You then proceeded to blackout a bit before being woken by Zimo’s screaming. “Qinfen! You crackhead, give the phone to Mubo! Someone’s life is in danger-”  “Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch,” you quickly interjected with a quote from Romeo and Juliet. “Just a scratch?!” Zimo screeched, “You’re whole shirt is soaked with blood.”

 There was a heavy sigh on the other side of the phone and Mubo asked, “Is this that literature nerd girl you keep talking about?” Zimo wore an expression of total humiliation as you incredulously mouthed ‘literature nerd girl?’ He coughed awkwardly, “About that...it turns out she’s an ex-gang member and she ran into a bit of trouble. So could my favorite bro who’s a doctor please come over and stitch up my crush so I won’t be forever alone?” There was silence, and then “the things I do for you.” The phone clicked, signalling the end to the call. More silence. And then you groaned, “That has to be the sh!ttiest confession I’ve ever gotten. Like ever.”

 Zimo nervously wandered around your bedroom, trying to keep himself from having a total meltdown. “Don’t worry, they won’t be coming back. They just wanted to give me a scare,” you assured him as you watched Zimo straighten the stack of textbooks on your desk. He pouted, “I think I was the only one they managed to scare.” You smiled tiredly, “Are you concerned about my well being?” His frown deepened, “So what if I am?” You laugh, causing a gush of blood to flow out of your wound, staining the towel pressed to it. Zimo let out a panicked squawk and commanded you to stay still. “Keep this up and I might actually fall for you,” you gasped out. He refused to meet your eyes, but you could see the blush rising to his cheeks. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”