#wc; 1469

[g1rld1ary]

1980s horror film - james potter x reader

wc: 1469 summary: you work at a video store and james works at a convenience store in a shitty small town. you're both bored as hell, but at least you work across the street. me: inspired by the movie clerks! set in the mid-late 90s (so title is a bit misleading LOL). kind of obsessed with this au so feel free to send reqs if you like it or want more!! a contribution to shop au for @acourtofchaos festival!

You tilted your head back, boredom overtaking your body. You’d already been on shift for, like, seven fucking hours, and you’d maybe leant out three videos. Like, who even goes to a video store in the middle of a Thursday?

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, you wished you could turn them off. Maybe you’d get cooler customers if you were in charge of the decorating. Your first order of business would definitely be to install some lamps or something, anything nicer than the violent white light you had to put up with every shift.

You twirled around in your swivel chair for a few minutes, watching the shelves blur into one multicoloured blob, surrounding you until you thought you might throw up.

Knowing you would be the one to clean it up if you did vomit on the aggressively eclectic patterned carpet, you stopped, standing on unsteady feet. You walked out of the store, not bothering to lock it. You weren’t going far.

You traipsed across the street, having learnt you didn’t need to look both ways before crossing long ago. Hardly anyone ever came by.

The bell jingled above you as you pushed the convenience store door open, the boy behind the counter looking up lazily. When he saw it was you, James’s face broke into a crooked smile.

“Slow day?” He asked, pushing himself off the counter he’d been leaning against. You nodded, heading straight to the row of fridges to grab a Coca-Cola, producing spare change to drop on the counter with a clang.

You cracked the bottle open with a satisfying hiss, hopping up to sit yourself on the counter in front of James. He made a teasing face at your audacity but let you do it anyway, taking a step to lean against the back wall, amongst the cigarettes and porn mags.

“How many customers have you had today?” He asked, pulling a bag of crisps from under the bench, sticking his hand in haphazardly.

“Three,” You answered plainly, stretching out your back with an aggressive twist. James laughed exaggeratedly in your face as if he was proving a point.

“I had seven,” he puffed out his chest as if it were a personal achievement.

“Right,” You stared at him, “Are you aware that you run a gas station and I work at a video store. On a Thursday.” James didn’t appear to see the ridiculousness of comparing your respective careers.

“It’s because of my superior personality and dazzling charm,” He crowed, circling some keys around his fingers to fidget with. You rolled your eyes, sliding off the countertop, examining the selection of chocolate bars under the register.

“It’s because you have gas, drinks and toilet paper. If I sold necessities, I’d be the most popular kid on the block, too, Potter.”

“Speaking of what you do sell,” James scanned the KitKat and started unwrapping it for you, “I’m meeting the guys tonight, got a recommendation?”

You paused, genuinely thinking.

“Well, if it’s the guys, then you’re looking for something ridiculous, right? Something to laugh at, like Scream or Wayne’s World. Remus will hate it and think it’s ridiculous, but the rest of you should like it.”

“Genius!” He cried, smacking the counter. “I thought we were gonna have to rewatch bloody Sleepless in Seattle again coz it’s one of the only tapes Peter actually owns — not that I don’t love Sleepless in Seattle, but we’ve probably watched it twelve times already.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“You’re all softies, the lot of you. I can’t believe you walk around acting all tough when you all pile into Peter Pettigrew’s basement and cry over Sleepless in Seattle.” You shook your head, biting a chunk out of the chocolate.

“Okay, first of all, fuck you, I’m just in touch with my emotions. And second of all, I only cried the first time, and that’s because we were all high.” You cackled, leaning on your knees for stability.

Oh, fuck! Customer!” You saw from the corner of your eye, waving quickly to James. “Softie!” You called over your shoulder as you darted back across the road, ready to greet with a smile.

You ran down an empty aisle, diving (and skidding) into the swivel chair behind the register, bringing up the membership page ready for the customer.

You watched the back of a head browse titles for ten minutes, umming and ah-ing over the romances before finally heading toward you. Your mouth dropped open when you recognised the miraculous head of hair.

“Do you have any thoughts on either of these? Just me and my wife at home tonight, so I thought I’d surprise her with a nice night in but I’m just not sure with all these new fangled ‘rom-coms,” Fleamont shook his head, sliding three different tapes across to you.

“That sounds nice, Mister Potter. You might like It Could Happen To You or Much Ado About Nothing, but My Girl is about two little kids; might not set the mood — oh my God, I cannot believe I just said that.” You slapped your hand across your face, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Fleamont Potter, hot dad that he famously was, only laughed.

“Alright, I’ll take Much Ado then, thanks for your help. It’s a good thing this store has such knowledgeable employees like yourself.” He winked, and you used all your self-control not to throw yourself under the desk and hide until he left. You stuttered through the rest of the renting process, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

“Hey, uh, Mister Potter, would you be able to tell James to come in on his break?”

He nodded, silver hair attracting the light as he left the store.

“And then I fucking told him it’d set the mood. What the fuck is wrong with me?” You moaned, throwing your upper body across the counter in agony.

“It’s literally fine,” James said through a huge bite of his curry lunch, “Pretty much all of my friends wanna fuck him. You talking about him fucking his wife is probably a welcome change.”

“James!” You squealed, popping back up to face him, gesturing wildly. “You can’t just say that! Most kids don’t talk about their parents fucking that casually!”

James shrugged, mixing his curry around in the container and offering you a fork.

“It’s just life. Everyone has sex; they had to have sex to make me. Even you have sex. I assume.” He looked you up and down with a frankly sassy attitude, and you grew self-conscious of your long jorts and Jaws t-shirt.

“I can get laid, thank you very much, not that you’d know what that’s like.” James opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, “I don’t wanna know where you’re sticking your dick, okay?” He raised his arms in surrender.

“Whatever, we all know you’d jump if you had the chance.” He rolled his eyes, wandering off to look for the films you’d recommended earlier.

You turned up the music playing over the store speakers, Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic pumping through the aisles.

Taking your hair out of its scrunchie, you loosened out your body, dancing around the store. James’ tall figure popped up from behind one of the aisles, watching you with an amused grin.

“Come on, Potter, not too good to dance, are you? Need to keep active if you’re gonna retain that athlete physique,” You teased him, miming freestyle strokes to travel over to him. James rolled his eyes, nevertheless holding his nose and wiggling his arm to imitate being underwater with you.

You danced for the duration of the song, laughing and enjoying being up and active amidst an otherwise very monotonous work day. James held his hand out like a gentleman, and you took it with exaggerated elegance, the two of you jumping about the store in a terrible waltz.

The bell to the shop door jingled, signalling a customer entering. You and James leapt apart, James returning to where the comedies were, and you practically flying back to your spot by the computer.

You both held coy smiles as you completed the transaction with mock-professionalism as you asked for his full name and membership number, biting your lip to stop your giggles as the old woman shopping inched further towards the curtained off pornography section.

“Make sure you return this by Monday, ‘kay?” You sent James off, rolling your eyes at his corny wink, smiling despite yourself.

[bobawitch]

Halloweekend | M.S.

summary: Matt and reader have matching costumes which gains the question of could you two be more than friends?

cw: little bit of fluff, y/n used, not proofread </3

wc: 1469

pairing: matt x fem!reader

Halloweekend was potentially your most anticipated weekend of this year. Why, you ask? Well because you were doing matching costumes with your friend Matt. Now why was a friendly Halloween costume so important to you? Well that’s because you had a not very secret crush on that friend. You had known Matt for years now and were well acquainted with the fanbase as well. You and Matt had decided to dress from his favorite show, Gravity Falls. Since Dipper was Matt’s favorite character he was going as him and you decided to do a human version of Bill Cypher. You were sitting on Matt’s floor, all of your makeup strewn about in front of a little mirror. You had already slicked your hair back, some fly aways resting down so that your hair looked a little disheveled. You had a smokey eye with some golden shimmers on your eyelids, your lips were painted black and you had made a little brick design as contour. You were nearly ready and just waiting for Matt to finish his shower. As you hummed along to the Halloween music you put on you noticed the shower faucet sound had stopped. You turned your head to see Matt walk out in most of his costume. His white shirt hugged his torso, just barely being off of the rim of his cargo shorts. Thankfully you both lived in LA which meant that it wasn’t freezing during Halloween. “Hey.” “Hey” He smiled down at you, pushing his wet hair away from his face. “Have a good shower?” Matt nodded, moving to his bed where his blue vest sat with his little blue hat. “Your makeup looks good.” You smiled, “Thanks Matt.” “Yeah of course.” The two of you stared at each other for a minute, your eyes never leaving his. You opened your mouth to say something, to say anything, but you closed your mouth again. You didn’t know what you wanted to say, maybe you should tell him how you felt. Anytime you were with him he treated you so gently, it made your heart flutter at any word. 

Suddenly a hard knock came onto Matt’s door, Chris’s voice ringing from the other side. “Are y’all almost ready? We’re ready and people are going to start showing up soon.” You giggled at Matt, who jumped at the sudden knocking. He glared over at you before pulling the vest on himself. “Yeah yeah, we’re almost ready, just give us a minute.” You laughed again before standing up, dusting your mini skirt off before buttoning your big yellow tail coat. When you looked up you saw Matt, his hand was on the door knob but his eyes were glued to you. He blinked a few times before noticing you saw him. “Sorry uh, you just look amazing.” Your cheeks warmed and you tucked some of your gelled hair behind your ear. “Thanks Matt, you look cute.” You must have been seeing things because for a moment it looked like Matt blushed. But how could that be? He’s just your friend, nothing more. Matt was quick to open the door, his hat in his hand. He held it open for you to walk through which prompted you to jog your way to the door, smiling at Matt as you walked through the door and to where Chris stood. Chris looked you up and down before nodding. “Nice costume.” You smiled, doing a little pose. “Thanks Chris. I like your costume too.” Chris was dressed as Billy Loomis with Nick matching him as Stu. Matt soon joined the two of you in the hall, his hand grazing your lower back as he stood next to you. Your body tensed at his contact before you melted into his touch, leaning against him before remembering Chris was there. You stood up and smiled between the two, “Well I’m gonna go see everyone.” Matt nodded. “Ok, sounds good.” Chris nodded before giving Matt a look and walking away. 

When you walked into the kitchen you saw Madi sitting at the island scrolling on her phone. You moved to sit by her and smiled when she looked up. She met you with the same smile before turning off her phone. “You look cute.” You smiled and shrugged, “Thanks, you do too!” She giggled as Nick walked in. He dramatically gasped as Matt and Chris entered the room as well. He walked over to you and motioned at your outfit. “You look amazing Y/N!!” You gushed, not being able to control your smile at the boy. From the corner of your eye you saw Matt smiling at you as well. 

After some small talking between the 5 of you some of your other friends began to arrive. You dabbed up various people and began to party the way most 20 year olds would. Though you weren’t the drinking type, you’d have a few sips of something but nothing to get you hammered. As you mingled with Madi and some of y’alls friends you noticed Matt staring at you more and more. It made your heart flutter knowing that he was looking at you when other people were around. You mingled around the party earning a few confused looks at your costume and many compliments before finding Matt again. He was sitting on the couch looking around before his beautiful blue eyes fell upon you for what felt like the millionth time tonight. You smiled to yourself before walking over to him and sitting down. Without a word you curled yourself next to Matt, resting your head on his chest. You felt him tense under you before relaxing, laying his arm around your shoulder. You smiled and cuddled into your friend before looking up at him. “Enjoying the party?” You spoke to him, loud enough to be heard over the general bustle of people yet still quiet. Almost as if you two were in your own little world on that couch. Matt nodded, “Yeah, it’s better now though.” You felt your cheeks warm at that before sitting up, looking him directly in the face. “That was cheesy as fuck.” You stated, smiling at him with a teasing look in your eye. Matt laughed though it was almost as if it were a flustered laugh, causing him to look away from your face. After the two of you giggled he became oddly serious, grabbing your hand. “Can I talk to you?” He nearly whispered. “Of course, what’s wrong?” You whispered back. “Let’s go to my room..” He stood then, pulling you with him by the hand. He held your hand tight as the two of you walked past all of your friends and to the back hall where his room was. He opened the door for you and you walked in, immediately going to the mirror to make sure your costume was still in one piece. After you were certain you still looked like Bill Cypher you turned to Matt who was fidgeting nervously. You smiled sympathetically before walking over to him and grabbing his hands. “Hey look at me.” His eyes shot up, locking in with yours. “Talk to me Matt.” You whispered to him. Though it didn’t strike you as strange in the moment you were nearly an inch away from Matt’s face. It was an intense stare but the kind that felt so friendly and kind and full of love. Matt smiled for a moment before looking into your eyes, he sighed and looked back down at your hands. “Promise you won’t be mad at me.” Upon his words you furrowed your brows, now worried for what he may say. “I promise Matt, I could never be mad at you. Not really.” You moved to tilt his face up so that he was looking into your eyes once more. “Y/N I like you, like a lot.” You paused, your mind not letting you accept what he just said. “What do you mean..” Matt sighed before dropping your hands and grabbing the sides of your face. Suddenly your lips collided with something soft and warm. You blinked a few times as Matt kissed you, your heart exploding into fireworks. Quickly you began to kiss back, holding onto his hand that cupped your cheek. Your hands moved to his white undershirt, clutching it in your fists as you deepened the kiss. 

Finally pulling away you looked at Matt, a smile lingering on your lips. “I like you a lot. I wanted to do this costume with you because I like you. Like more than a friend.” He admitted, looking away a bit. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands snaked to your hips. You pulled him closer to you, kissing him once more. “I like you too Matthew Sturniolo.”

[prinzrupprecht]

Meeting in Valhalla (part 1)

Decided to do best boy~ yes, I really like him. Made up backstory for you!

Part 2

Pairing: Okita x fem!reader

TW: mentions of death, bit of angst

WC: 1469

Synopsis: after dying and being brought to Valhalla, you suddenly came across the infamous elite samurai Shinsengumi group after getting lost in the vast landscape.

When you died back on Midgard and and awoken up and saw a blue sky and a very beautiful landscape, you knew everything was going to be alright. Having to live once was enough, but Valhalla was different. Many fallen historical figures gathered in such a sacred place. Valhalla was beautiful and huge. Things were different and this made you more and more curious to wander.

You noticed a very big area of swordsmen practicing and harnessing their skills. Who were they—? Your thoughts were interrupted when someone behind you grabbed your upper arm tenaciously. “Hey girl what the hell are you doing here? Scram!” A larger man grabbed you by the shirt to make you stand. You nearly panicked wishing you had gone anywhere else than their training area. “Saitou-san!” Another voice broke out before you were released and trying to catch your breath.

“So—sorry, I just— I just got here! I shall take my leave!” You were scared that these blood lustful swordsmen would kill you and where would you go afterward? Is there a place beyond Valhalla? You felt everyone’s stare on you until someone broke the silence.

“How about you join us for my homemade cooked meal?” Another tall figure interrupted and the amount of faces turned into disgust made you wonder if his meals were good. You fell silent and reluctantly agreed so you wouldn’t get killed by any of these swordsmen. After some time settling down in the forest and learning everyone’s names. They were a part of a famous elite group of swordsmen back in the Edo period called the Shinsengumi. Many of their names were familiar as if you heard some of them before in history.

You observed everyone’s demeanour. Even Hijikata who was the loudest one was yelling at some of the others about him being stronger and he’d prove it. However, one of the swordsmen was quiet and sat close to Kondo as if he were his son and was referred to as the strongest swordsman. Upon finding out he was the first division captain Okita Souji, you immediately were drawn to him at first. He was super reserved unless he was with Kondo. Upon learning your name, Okita called out to you politely giving you one of the bowls of Kondo’s homemade meals. Unlike everyone else who was refusing to eat due to the man being a horrible cook. You blushed due to his hospitality and still ate despite the atrocious strong smell and food could possibly kill you. “Ew gross, she’s actually eating that…” Harada whispered to the guy with glasses on, Yamanami.

Later that day, you found Okita nearby under one of the trees and asked if you could sit next to him. It was quiet at first between the two of you before you broke the silence. “How did you end up here?” You looked around and saw him smile. He looked so innocent and calm. Was he really a demon child that Hijikata called him? He looked at you when you asked and began explaining how he and Kondo were so acquainted with one another. You quickly asked if he lived a long life but his face changed and you wanted to refute the question.

“Well no, it was… I died from an illness. I wanted to be with everyone in the end,” and that was when the two of you fell silent. You tried to change the subject but Okita laughed and asked about you and how you ended up here. You looked away embarrassed and told him about the timeline you came from. It was horrific and those around you had used you as a proxy resulting in your death. There was a pause between the two of you before you spoke up. “It’s fine! I should’ve not trusted so easily.” It wasn’t enough Okita felt rage surge through him. How could someone so soft and nice as you get killed for selfish reasons?

“I wish I could meet the ones that hurt you and kill them,” this took you by surprise as Okita brought his knees up to his chest and hugged himself. You couldn’t see his expression but you could feel how he sympathized with you.

You had felt guilt for him and yourself. “I should probably get going, I would like to thank Kondo for his hospitality before I find my way through Valhalla.” Truth was, you had no idea where you would be going and hated being a burden to others. Okita perked his head up, “you don’t have to leave so soon, Kondo-san wouldn’t mind you staying with us.” It wasn’t mainly that. You hated being a disappointment if others around you disapproved of you. 

“Well, if it’s okay with you guys. I guess I can stay then,” his eyes lit up at your response and not long after you were permitted to stay as long as you didn’t get in the way of their training and duties. Even eating Kondo’s meals just to make Okita happy became a tradition that you didn’t want to upset any of them. Back in your life, you never felt any happiness and only betrayal followed you.

You were completely fine with it, this made you grow even closer to Okita over a few weeks. Even occasionally meeting by the tree became more and more frequent whenever he was not with the others or division. You wanted to tell him how much you appreciated him and the others for letting you stay with them. He wasn’t as what others described him, and you reminded him that he’s also human. No one is a monster. It was like he felt connected to you in a way since you began to open up small snippets of your life and how people used to call you ugly growing up.

“I really appreciate our talks, Okita-san. Sometimes I feel like we have more in common than we think,” you chuckled but you felt his hand touch the side of your face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was smiling as if he were happy—?

“I think they’re wrong. All of them, you’re probably the prettiest girl I’ve seen.” You flushed at his comment and was trying to think of something to say back as you turned your head away from him. Maybe he wasn’t around girls often growing up and only knew the ways of the sword before illness took his life.

“Ah! You– You probably shouldn’t say— say that.” You couldn’t hide the fact you were red as a tomato. Why was your heart eating incredibly fast by such a comment? “Huh? You think I should lie then?” His eyes were closed as if he felt relaxed around you. Was he trying to be flirty or just being obnoxious with his comments? As you were about to dismiss the comments and think of it as nothing. Your heart clenched hoping he meant what he said. He was still in his white baggy clothing as his legs were up to his chest like usual. However, for the first time, he was leaning a bit into your side making you freeze in place. Your heart nearly exploded in your chest. 

“I also don’t like how Hijikata-san makes suggestive comments about you,” he was frowning but didn’t look up to meet your gaze. What was he trying to say? Hijikata made comments about you? Suggestive comments?

“You can choose to ignore them, I’m not bothered.” This made Okita clench his fists around the cloth of his clothing. Well, he was bothered and you just dismissed it? Was he growing too attached and you weren’t? Do you like Hijikata? He didn’t want to think about the possibilities.

“Do you like him or something?” This through you off guard. Why was he being persistent with the topic all of a sudden? You shook your head and obviously denied it. Do you like anyone? You had wondered for a bit, but you mostly only hung around Okita and or laid in the spare room that was given to you. This brought back that you only ever felt acquainted with him and nobody else.

You wanted to ask him something else but you quickly stood up. “We should head inside…” you had no idea why you had changed the subject when he looked like he had something else to say. Okita fell silent and didn’t look at you that evening or spoke to you for the next couple of days.

Did you do something? Why was he distancing himself from you? Anytime you saw him, he would look away and quickly leave. You laid in your room pondering over the conversation the two of you had. Was it possible he liked you? It hurt that he felt like the first friend in Valhalla to you and now refused to speak.

Was it worth mending over or should you carry on and leave?

Note: no ETA on when part 2 will release. Imma prob do a slight yandere Anubis x goddess reader next before part 2.

[rkjxy]

────   k.arma september 2019 schedule   ╳   weekly idol guest appearance   ❞

she approaches everything with slight trepidation—feeling somewhat out of her element despite the fact that she’s completely looking forward to what they’re about to do. joy considers herself as the type of girl who knows where her strengths and weaknesses lie. today’s venture definitely falls on the weakness part of her spectrum and she knows better than to put her entire being forward.

unless she wants to embarrass herself completely by the end of the day, that is.

the setup was as daunting in person as it looks intriguing on television. the ever famous white walls of the basement location has been home to a few famous faces and soon enough, theirs would grace it as well. she tries not to feel too intimidated by the fact that appearances here had exposed its guest to a plethora of opportunities and simultaneously, bad press. like any other rookie, she wants to impress everyone who would turn on their television come that day when their episode would be released. yet at the same time, she fears that she would have too boring of a personality to unleash that kind of impression on anyone.

be kind, her subconscious speaks to her. after all, this is only their first variety show appearance and she can’t possibly expect everyone to fall in love with her at first glance. some things are hard earned and considering her lack of variety talents, she should expect that hardly any eyes would fall onto her as the show goes on.

when the camera starts rolling, she watches with amazement as the hosts kick off the show with such ease. they were all huddled to the side, forming one line as they wait for themselves to be introduced. when the camera pans to them, she’s all wide smiles and clapping hands as they walk quickly to position themselves in the center. she’s flushed, nervous, shy, and excited all the same.

“—hello, we are k.arma!”

there’s a lot of teasing with regards to the fact that they have never appeared in any other variety show before this. then they laughed, words were exchanged and before she knew it, the attention was on her. introduce yourself in a minute, the host says. she’s flustered but because she’s talkative, it didn’t take her a half-second to think about what she wants to say.

“hello! i’m k.arma’s dancing queen, kil. just like my name, i’m someone full of killing charms on stage and happy laughters off stage. um, i was born in athens, greece but six years ago i moved to seoul to pursue my idol dreams. my favourite food is seollongtang and the greek good baklava! i’m very happy to be here!”

it was a dysfunctional introduction at best but joy thinks it fits well enough. in one go, she was able to explain what she hopes to highlight with her stagename—the duality in the way that she shows herself off to the masses. she smiles widely afterwards and waves enthusiastically to the camera. exposing a sliver of her background isn’t something she’s particularly wary of and she hopes that it would make their fans feel closer to her. maybe telling something about herself now would open more doors for her to connect with them in the future. she can only hope that any incriminating information about her past were tightly tucked away in the corners of her deepest secrets and something that no one can ever pull apart.

afterwards, things pass by in a blur. more segments were introduced and in doing so, they had to attempt at singing ticket in a capella. watching them try multiple times and subsequently fail at it was amusing and she feels she’s laughed so much already she probably couldn’t laugh even more. yet when some of the members proceeds to showcase their tiger jk impressions, she had to clutch her stomach to prevent it from hurting from all the laughing she has done. there’s a sense of achievement when they emerge from another round of a capella singing with absolute success, officially determining no playboy as an easier a capella piece. then finally, her most awaited part arrives.

joy cannot deny that she’s watched multiple episodes of the show and longed for when she can finally take part in the famed random dance play. she’s filled with nothing but excitement as she and the girls huddle together in preparation for the game. the prizes were set but even more, she’s looking forward to experiencing what the fuss is all about. she’s steady where she stands, waiting for the first song to come through and when she hears it, it didn’t take her long to rush to where she should be. immediately, she’s dancing and pays little mind to what’s going on around her. it’s hard though, when the mc’s were being distracting and she can hear the flustered reactions and laughters of her members. despite her seriousness, she laughs too whenever a new song breaks out, glances every now and then to make sure that her position is correct. when the first mistake was announced, she playfully groans. “unnie!” she complains with a lighthearted smile, making sure that the older member knows she’s just kidding by giving their arm a tight squeeze or a sideways hug. when the hammer falls on the member’s head, she gasps loudly in equal parts surprise and worry, hands flying to her mouth to cover it. she feels bad for them, and in one instance when she sees that sohee’s eyes watered slightly from what she assumes is pain from the hard hit, joy immediately rushes forward and envelops the older and smaller girl in a tight hug.

unsurprisingly, they fail at the game. yet that didn’t stop her from feeling exceptionally lighthearted and evidently happy. she enjoyed it nonetheless and it didn’t matter that they wouldn’t receive their prizes. afterwards, they were ushered into chairs to discuss the profiles they wrote prior to the show. joy watches the entertainment unfold, laughing, cheering, smiling, and at times cringing, until they get to her part. 

she was asked to speak in greek, given that it’s a talent she wrote that in her profile despite it being her first language. she can only happily oblige, choosing to say “our first variety show appearance is going well and i’m very happy!” in her mother tongue with the ease and fluency that no one probably expected from someone with such east asian features as her. she smiles brightly, translating her phrase into korean when the hosts asked for it. afterwards, they move forward and she’s asked about what she means when she says she can do a combination of hip hop and contemporary dancing. she explains, “it’s like when combining the sharp and quick movements of hip hop with the tenderness, flexibility, and more emotional approach of contemporary. it’s like moving more in-tune with the music.” it was a logical explanation but still, she was asked to show it. with a gleeful smile on her lips, she walks up to the middle and completely transforms as she performs te emo with a self-choreographed piece. it was as though she was heartbroken even when she’s not, as if she’s feeling an onslaught of heavy emotions even when at the moment, she’s perfectly elated. dancing like so always feels like an out-of-body experience but she enjoys it with such fervour passion. when she finishes, cutting it short by wrapping up as soon as the chorus fades into the background, she bows and laughs softly. they clap around her and she floats in easy happiness.

afterwards, everything speeds up. they all go through the remaining members’ profiles and then finally, the twice speed dancing. as soon as she hears their song sped up twice more than normal, she can’t help but break out into a loud laughter. after she’s gotten her amusement out, she moves quickly. eyes focused, she moves from one position to another. they’ve practiced for so many times already that the performing the choreography even with it being sped up feels like second nature already. by the time they’ve reached the second chorus, she’s ready to fall down. it’s exhausting being asked to move quickly and she breathes heavily through her nose and makes grunting sounds as they reach the conclusion of the task. with her hair a mess and her breathing laboured, the song ends. the success and their prize in the end makes it all worth it.

all in all, she thinks it was an amazing experience. their first variety show appearance emerged as a striking success and she cannot wait for all of their fans to see it. this would always have a special place in her heart and one that would certainly benchmark all of what’s more to come.

[scriveyner]

gifts & curses 14

gifts & curses: 14/30 wc: 1469 rated: M

Masayoshi sat on the bare concrete floor and watched the dawn through the grimy windows. He couldn’t see the sun from this side of the building, but instead its reflection from the outside world. He hadn’t been able to go back to sleep, the revelation bringing a flood of emotions that threatened to drown him. Masayoshi touched his breastbone with his fingers, felt where the comfortable weight of the ring should lay, and felt ashamed that he could ever forget.

“You’re up early,” the vampire’s voice came from the corner of the room. Masayoshi tilted his head, smelled the food, and looked over to see him carrying a paper sack in one hand.

“I remember,” Masayoshi said, rising in a smooth motion. “I remember it all, and I’m leaving. I have to get in touch with Hidenori, he must be going out of his head with worry by now.”

Masayoshi was easily a head taller than the dark-haired vampire, but he still managed to look completely unimpressed by Masayoshi’s pronouncement. He shoved the bag of food at Masayoshi, who caught it against his chest. “Didn’t you hear me?” Masayoshi said. “I’m leaving.”

“Sit down, Hazama,” he said. “You’re not going anywhere yet, especially not like—”

The snarl cut him off—and he was fast, but Masayoshi was faster, his huge paw pinning the vampire to the concrete floor, pressing down on his chest with enough force to crack bone. “-that,” the vampire finished, wheezing the breath between clenched teeth, both of his hands on Masayoshi’s leg and somehow keeping him from caving in his entire rib cage, arms locked tight. Masayoshi’s muzzle was too close to his face, lips curled back in a snarl. “But thanks for proving my point.”

All at once, Masayoshi came back to himself. He nearly tripped over his feet scrambling backward, on two feet and human again already, staring at his hands wide-eyed and terrified. “I, I—I’m sorry,” he said, taking another step back. The vampire sat up and exhaled, rubbing his chest. “I don’t know what just happened…”

“And that’s why you can’t leave yet,” he said simply. “Because you don’t have that under control. You can’t be doing that to regular people who piss you off, you’ll kill them.”

Masayoshi stumbled over the bag of food and sat down hard. The adrenaline rush faded, the ghost of the anger he’d felt already gone like it hadn’t been. “What’s happening to me?”

“Nothing you won’t get a handle on.”

Masayoshi ran his shaking hands back into his hair. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that we’re not sure what’s happening to you, exactly, Hazama-kun,” a different, familiar voice said. Masayoshi raised his head and looked over to the corner that the vampire had emerged from—there must be a door there, flush with the wall, that he’d been unable to find previously—and the witchbreed steeped into the sunlight, her hair highlighted in orange.

“Akino-chan,” Masayoshi said and dropped his hands into his lap.

“Oh, he recognizes you,” the vampire said, mostly under his breath, but Masayoshi’s sharp ears caught it and he glanced over to him as he clambered to his feet.

“Maybe if you had taken the time to re-introduce yourself, Martin-kun,” Akino said sweetly, “then perhaps he might have come to his senses sooner.” She looked back to Masayoshi. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“No shit,” Masayoshi said, surprised by the swell of annoyance in his own tone. “But first, I want a phone. I need to talk to Hidenori.” Akino and Rian—the vampire’s name was Rian, he remembered now meeting him at the event and his annoyance spiked into irritation—glanced at each other, and Masayoshi wasn’t having it. “That wasn’t a request.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Rian said.

#

The door to the bedroom slid quietly open. The light in the hall was dim and unfamiliar—there was a hint of sunlight from the other direction and it caught small dust motes in the air. Keiko had never been here before, but a quick glance around told her the layout of the place; a big open space to the right, a small kitchen, an exit to the left—and the scent of visitors was old and faded. There had been others here, recently, but they were gone now.

Except for one strong, familiar scent originating from that open space. She could see the end of a couch from the doorway, but no movement.

Masanori lingered in the dark bedroom. He’d been quiet, even for him—and he didn’t speak when Keiko rattled off her plan in hushed tones—but now he stood in the center of the room holding a bag that had been left atop a change of clothes and staring at it silently. “Why are we leaving?” he asked, his voice whisper-quiet in the darkness. “We’re safe here.”

 “Because,” she hissed back, wishing that Masanori would get it, that they just needed to get away and that she had to do something and not just sit around and wait any longer. She would fall apart waiting for the adults to get it in gear, and the only thing she wanted to do was push forward and complete her objective: find their parents and ride off into the sunset together.

Whatever happened in their wake, well…that wasn’t her concern.

“What about them?” Masanori hadn’t lifted his eyes, talking to the bag in his hands and not to her, not directly. There was something in his voice that she didn’t quite understand, and Keiko let out a disgruntled sigh and stepped away from the door, lit now by the dim hallway light. “What about what happened to Hazama-san? Or Gotou-san, we can’t just leave him after he came to find us…”

“We have to follow this lead to the end, ‘nori,” Keiko said, her hands resting on his shoulders. She tilted her head close to his, bumping their foreheads together, and she felt a stab of confusion when he still didn’t raise his eyes. They had always been on the same page, always together—and there was something here now that she didn’t understand, something between them, silent and invisible. “Masanori?”

“What lead?” Masanori asked, mouth twisting. He took a deep breath and raised his head finally, staring at Keiko with determination. “I’m not leaving, ‘neechan. There’s no lead. There’s nothing to find.”

Keiko stared at her brother, taken aback. “What?”

“It’s not safe out there!” The hunters, the white wolves, the strange, crushing oppression of the city, so diametrically opposed to the forests that he loved. “The white wolf—”

“Hazama killed the white wolf!”

Keiko’s voice was louder than she intended, her words ringing into the silence, and Masanori flinched away from her, out from under her hands and backing away. “Masanori,” Keiko tried again, helplessly, not understanding her sibling’s hesitation. “We gotta do this, ‘nori, they’re never gonna find our parents, they’re not even trying, I guarantee you they’re not!”

Masanori flinched again, physically, and refused to look at her. He held the bag tight to his chest and in the turn of his head she could see the wolf, ears pressed back flat. Keiko hissed out a breath, confusion turning readily to anger. “Fine! Fine then, stay here, see if I care!”

Each word was like a slap, and now Masanori really was back into wolf form, spin pressed against the corner, ears back and head down. He wasn’t whimpering audibly, but she could see him shaking in the dim light. “I’ll just find mom and dad on my own!”

“You won’t,” Masanori said, human again, voice barely a whisper.

“I will,” she snarled, and slammed the door on the way out.

#

Gotou startled away, groggy and disoriented at the gunshot-loud bang of the apartment door. Sleep had been a struggle in coming, lying on a hard, unfamiliar couch and unable to turn his mind off; fighting the certainty that Masayoshi was dead and all he’d have left was a wedding ring and a broken phone, but exhaustion had finally pulled him into a dreamless slumber. He flailed into an upright position, squinting around the room—and the knowledge flooded in like the tide: the kids.

He was on his feet in an instant. The door to the bedroom was open, Masanori standing just inside, eyes wide and looking far younger than he was. “Masanori, where’s Keiko,” Gotou asked, and Masanori said nothing, looking past Gotou toward the entrance.

The front door to the safehouse apartment was sitting just ajar, having not latched after being slammed so hard against its frame. He opened it wide, staring up and down the deserted breezeway, before pushing his hand back through his hair and exhaling heavily.

Fuck.

<< Part 13 || Start || Part 15 >>

[jinkicake]

All Jean Needs is a Little Push

Jean x Reader

Hi~~ I love Jean! I wanted to experiment with a jealous!Jean, I even tried to add a confession scene... I like writing jealous!reader so I thought, might as well switch it up!｀∀´ Also Marlowe is best boy, such a sweet thing. أ‿أ

WC-1469

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“Hitch huh?” Connie smirks at his snide remark and Sasha stifles her laughter into her hand. You throw an arm around Marlowe’s shoulder, peering up at him with the same teasing glint in your eyes.

“You guys are you know…” You trail off, dating?, a knowing look etched into your features. Marlowe only glances down at you before quickly looking at the other two beside him.

“I don’t know.” Marlowe replies and you quickly unwrap your arm from his shoulder, sending a confused look towards Connie. He can’t be that dense, can he? You only gape at him before hearing Eren sigh on the other side of the table. 

“I don’t either.” Eren replies and the table falls silent, the density of the two boys too overwhelming. As a result you lean forward and let your forehead slam against the wooden table. 

“I’m so sorry Mikasa.” You mutter painfully, dramatically ignoring a distressed Jean who’s trying to pull you up in an effort to check out your now bruised head. His hands wrap around your shoulders and force you to sit up straight. Your face is warm against his hands as he pushes back your hair, Jean lets out a sigh of irritation at the redness on your forehead. You narrow your eyes up at him and purse your lips in concentration as you try to swat his hands away. Beside you, you can hear Connie and Sasha letting out playful snickers and you turn to look at them. You only get so far before Jean grips your jaw to turn you back to him. Only after the noise settles down does Marlowe turn his attention back to you.

“Oh, that’s right. (Y/N) do you mind showing me around the stables after we finishing eating?” Marlowe asks politely and you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. Giving him a soft smile you nod and Jean pushes his hand against your sore forehead in response before sitting back down at the table. 

“Why don’t you have Connie show you?” Jean mutters childishly and you stare at him with an eyebrow raised, your hand clutching your now aching forehead. 

“Why don’t you just go with them, Jean?” Sasha offers and Connie nods his head in agreement, staring at the boy who lets out a noise of confusion.

“Clearly you want to go so badly.” Connie eggs on and you can’t help the amused smile on your face. 

“Huh? No?” Jean tries his best to act uninterested and he forces himself to listen to Mikasa and Eren’s conversation beside him. Had he known that the next day you and Marlowe would become buddy-buddy he would have gone with you, no hesitation. Now all he gets to do is watch as the two of you trail around everywhere together. The next evening Jean watches the two of you talk freely in the mess hall and his face scrunches in irritation. Leaning his cheek into his palm he continues to stare you down, wondering when did you become so interested in someone from the military police? Jean knows you didn’t like those guys. His face must be exposing his true emotions because you, once again for the fourth time that night, send him a raised eyebrow. One that dares to ask him what? All Jean does is continue to hold your stare. Letting out an irritated growl you place your hands on the table and stand up from your seat. 

“Jean.” Your eyes narrow at him before you wrap your hand around his wrist and drag him out of the mess hall. The rest of the table falls silent and watches in amusement, Connie leans over to give Marlowe a congratulating slap on the back.

“Maybe you aren’t so dense after all.” The bald boy laughs and Sasha places her hand on Marlowe’s arm.

“Who knew all Jean needed was a push?” She laughs cheerfully and even Mikasa is watching the scene with interest in her eyes. Armin looks at Eren who still looks lost and the blonde-haired boy furrows his eyebrows at his friend.


“Eren you know Jean likes (Y/N) right?” Armin asks and Eren snaps his head to his friend before looking at the rest of the table with shock all over his face.

“Huh? Jean likes (Y/N)?!” He damn near yells and the table falls quiet, staring at him with defeated faces. Eren is too blunt, poor Mikasa. 

You ended up dragging Jean out to the stables, letting go of his wrist when you end up in front of the building. Immediately you turn your attention to the horses and give one a gentle smile, rubbing their nose softly. Jean only stares at the ground, starting to feel the embarrassment from his actions wash over him.

“Well Jean, say what you want to say.” You face him head-on but still focus all your attention on the horse in front of you. The large animal calming your racing heart. Jean feels like an idiot but even at this moment he is jealous of a horse, what he wants is your attention and he wants all of it, like a possessive little toddler. You turn and glance over at him, noticing his fists are tightened and a hard look is resting on his face. You remove your hands from the horse and turn to him, resting one of your hands on his bicep. “Jean? What’s wrong?” You ask him and genuinely start to feel worried. 

“Since when are you friends with the military police.” He mutters, his eyes still trained on the ground, unable to look at you. You find it hard to mask your laughter and you let out a soft chuckle at his words.

“Huh, Jean? Last I recall you wanted to be apart of that section, did you not?” You taunt lightly and Jean grits his teeth in response. That had been true but that’s before Eren got into his head and before he knew you. When he saw all of you standing there, staying for the corps he knew he had to too. 

“T-that was b-before…” He stutters, clearly flustered with your teasing. Quicker than his brain can process, you wrap your arms around his waist before resting your head against his chest. “(Y/N) p-please wait until we get married.” The words fumble out of Jean’s mouth before he can stop them and when he sees that glint in your eyes he knows it's over for him. 

“You have no reason to be jealous Jean.” You lightly scold him like a child, he’s too easy to rile up. “You should have just come with us last night as Connie said. You could have listened to us talk about our feelings, Marlowe was telling me about Hitch and I told him about you.” You let out a little hum before unwrapping your arms from the taller man’s torso. “Well,” You pause and tilt your head at him as you shrug before turning around to walk back towards the dorms. Jean following behind you, hot on your trail.

“W-what do you mean feelings?” He sputters like an idiot and you softly laugh. 

“Must I spell it out for you Jean, or will you just tell me already?” You ask, wanting to hear him confess to you first. The taller boy only darts his eyes over to the side before lowering down to the ground, confusion etched softly all over his face. 

“Tell you what?” His bratty, defensive mode finally appears and you sigh while rolling your eyes. Turning around to face him once again, you cross your arms over your chest as you stare him down with a frown. 

“I don’t know…” You trail off, looking up at the night sky in a fake thought. “That you have feelings for me.” Softly the words leave your mouth and you can’t look at Jean, too embarrassed by your words. “Because I adore-“ You're cut off as your breath hitches in your throat when Jean wraps his arms around your shoulders. The action makes it impossible to see his red face, instead, you get a face full of his clothed chest.

“I might as well be in love with you.” His words are quiet and you barely hear him. The only way Jean knows you heard him at all is by the subtle movement of your hand clutching his jacket in your fist. “Yes I like you (Y/N), so much.” Jean confesses and you wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Really?” You breathe out and look up to see him already staring down at you, nervousness written all over his face. It’s endearing. “I really like you too Jean.” You whisper and rest your face back against his chest. You love him whole-heartedly and never want to let him go, as you squeeze your arms around him you do just that.

[hoebii]

Found

Pairing : Jimin x Taehyung [(MXM) Mentioned but TaeTae isn’t in the fic itself] 

Genre : Yandere!Au, Angst

Rating : 18+

Warning : Obsessive behaviour (dude wants Jimin all to themselves), Implied violence, mentions of potentially murdering someone, dude’s basically a yandere and he has a knife plus he broke into their dorm oop- 

Wc : 1469

A/N : Well this was supposed to be a crack fic but then my brain said ‘no’ so here we are :D Thank you @jinings​ for reading this and giving me pointers ily best girl~ As always, hope you guys like this one and if you have any req/promt/idea that you might want me to see try out, send ‘em my way <3

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When Jimin had awoken to an empty dorm, he hadn’t thought much of it. What could go wrong? Jimin was an adult, plus it’s not like this was the first time he stayed somewhere alone - and this was their dorm, it was bound to be one of the safest places to be - he had thought. Then why oh why was he currently hiding in the bathroom from a damn maniac?

Jimin had spent the day playing games and catching up with any work he had pending. At the end of the day he finally got up to get himself some food when he heard the sound of glass shattering. His breathing hitched, he had texted the boys before and they were supposed to be back tomorrow, so who was in their dorm?

Jimin set his bowl of food down and slowly crept towards the noise. He peeked inside the living room to see a silhouette moving around, the window behind him broken. His eyes widened, heart beating erratically as he stepped back quietly to not alert the intruder. How did they even get through the main gates?!

Jimin watched in shock as the intruder moved around the room, as if looking for something but not touching any of the expensive gadgets lying around. Jimin’s brows furrowed at their unusual behaviour, if they didn’t want any of those then why break in? A gasp escaped when he saw the intruder pull out a dagger from under their jacket, the blade glinting under the light. 

The intruder whipped around at the sound, making Jimin whimper in fear. The intruder had a cloth tie around their mouth as a mask so Jimin could only see their bloodshot eyes. A shiver ran down Jimin’s spine as he got a good look at their eyes, rabid dogs had less menace in their eyes. Jimin could feel the insanity that lied beneath and it was nerve wracking to hold eye contact with them. 

“Jimin-ah! So good to see that girl was right! Did you enjoy your free day?” The intruder spoke animatedly, their eyes sparkling with delight. 

Jimin concluded it was a man for how deep and gravely their voice sounded, it reminded him of Taehyung. Oh what he would give to be wrapped in Taehyung’s arms right now, safe and sound. Jimin stepped back as the intruder took a step forward, their eyes narrowing in disapproval at the action. The intruder raised one hand to untie the cloth from around their face. Scanning their face, a small part of Jimin couldn’t help but notice how good looking the man was regardless of the situation. 

“Why are you moving away Jimin-ah?” The man asked, “Don’t be afraid, I’m your biggest fan! I love you so much.” 

“H-how did you get past the security?” Jimin stuttered out, still moving backwards as the unknown man got closer. 

“It was easy really!” The man started, voice almost childlike, “I told them I was here to repair your A/C units, can you believe how easily they let me in when I said Bang P.D sent me?” they asked while twirling the knife around as if it was a mere toy. 

It felt as if someone had dumped ice cold water on Jimin, the severity of the situation finally settling in. This wasn’t a dream, some crazy fan somehow managed to get in their dorm. Tears sprung up to his eyes, he was alone with a crazy person with no one to call for help, what was he going to do?

Seeing the tears in Jimin’s eyes, the intruder furrowed their brows, head tilting curiously, “Are you not happy to see me baby? I came all the way here so we could finally be together!” 

Shaking his head, Jimin took another step backwards, “What do you want from me?”

The man frowned, eyes darkening and tone turning serious, “You don’t seem happy to see me, Jimin-ah. Why is that?”

Jimin gulped at their words, He didn’t want to agitate the man but he didn’t want to be anywhere near them either. “O-of course I’m happy to see you! I’m so t-thankful you’re here..” Jimin started, his words turning into whimpers by the end. 

Clearly happy with his answer, the man smiled brightly, though their tone remained low as they spoke, “If you love me, why are you dating Taehyung then?”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his boyfriend, they had decided to announce their relationship after being together for three years. ARMY’s reactions were mixed, that was to be expected, but thankfully the majority supported the two. So hearing this unknown man say his name with such a crazed look and each syllable dripping with hatred, Jimin felt sick.

At the lack of any reply, the man’s eyes hardened, lips tugging into a scowl as their grip on the knife got stronger, “You don’t really love me, do you? You wouldn’t go running to that fucker if you did.” 

Jimin’s brain was screaming at him to say something, to assure the man he was wrong even if it were a lie to save himself, but he couldn’t make any noise. He only stared at the man, tears freely running down his cheeks as he remained stuck in his place. 

“That’s alright! That’s why I’m here to be honest~ I thought if I,” The man said, pointing towards their chest with the knife, “can’t have you then no one can! I’ll make sure it’s painless, Jimin-ah. After I’m done, I’ll keep your heart in a jar just for me. Your heart belongs to me after all.”

Breath quickening, Jimin shook his head, crying harder. The man had started to advance towards Jimin, knife held securely in their hand. Just as the man was about to strike, Jimin pushed the man away and ran to find a place to hide. He could hear the man scream in anger behind him, calling after him but Jimin picked up his pace and raced to the second floor. Running into the bathroom at the end of the hall and shutting the door quietly to not give away his position before hurriedly locking the door. He scrambled away from the door and tried to make himself as small as possible when he heard the man’s footstep outside. 

“You can’t hide from me forever, Jimin-ah! You belong to me. I’ll get you in the end no matter what~” Jimin heard the man call out from the hallway. He clamped his sweaty hands over his mouth to stop himself from making any sound, body shaking in fear and tears falling non-stop.

“Silly me! Why don’t I just call your phone? I noticed your phone wasn’t in the living room so it has to be on you right? Why did I not think about this before?” 

Jimin’s eyes widened at that, the man was right. He could feel his phone in his pocket and he almost cried in relief when he remembered that it was switched off so calling him wouldn’t get him caught. Why didn’t he remember this before?! He could’ve called the police earlier! 

Hands shaking, he brought his phone out from his pocket, almost dropping it from how much he was shaking. How did this man manage to get so much information on him in the first place? 

“Tsk tsk tsk, you didn’t pick up Jimin-ah. Maybe you don’t have your phone with you… How do you reckon I find you now?” The man called out.

Jimin ignored the words, too busy trying to turn his phone on but with how much his hands were shaking, the task turned out to be more difficult than it should have been. Growing frustrated and more desperate, he pressed the power button to turn on the screen and much to his relief the screen lit up. The relief was short lived though, for as soon as the screen lit up, due to Jimin still holding down the power button Siri had been activated.

“What can I do for you?” rang out Siri’s automated voice in the bathroom, echoing in the small space. Jimin paled at the sound, eyes widening and breath hitching. He could hear footsteps rushing towards the door as he sat there staring at his phone in horror. 

He slowly raised his head to stare at the door, terrified out of his mind as the door began shaking. The man was trying to break down the door and Jimin knew it wouldn’t take long before they would be able to kick down the door, it wasn't very strong to begin with. 

Mind shutting down in fear, Jimin remained frozen, eyes unblinking as the door was slammed open and the man stood there, grinning maniacally as they looked down at him.

“Found you.”