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“Mad Dog and Puppy” English Translation

Here it is. I apologize for the delay, but various circumstances got in the way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

From Haikyuu!! Light Novel 6, Chapter “Mad Dog and Puppy” written by Kiyoko Hoshi with illustrations by Haruichi Furudate.

Introductory page 

Attached illustration on page 129:

Mad Dog and Puppy

One fine holiday in fall, there was a man standing in a convenience store nearby Aoba Jousai High School. The guy, wearing a volleyball jersey, walked out as the opening and closing door made an electronic sound. The man’s name is Kyoutani Kentarou, a second-year member in Aoba Jousai High’s volleyball club.

Kyoutani tore the wrapping of the chicken—chicken is his favorite food—that he took out of the convenience store bag before sinking his teeth into it, making an audible noise; this was how he walked toward school. The volleyball club took Mondays off. Practice starts morning today, which is a Sunday.

Kyoutani had not attended the club for quite a while since the middle of his first year due to various circumstances, though he has been recently thrown into the spotlight for coming back after being recalled by Oikawa, the team captain.

At the preliminary round of the Inter-High Miyagi Finals in June, Aoba Jousai suffered defeat at the hands of Shiratorizawa Academy, the invincible champions. It was necessary to regroup and reorganize the currently completed team in order to clear themselves of the disgrace come the next Spring High School competition, move on from second place and aim for the Nationals. What they wanted to strengthen in particular was their offense. The fighting strength that served to be the trigger of that was Kyoutani, whom Oikawa jokingly called “Mad Dog.”

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things i wish i’d known in my first year of university

I’m reaching the end of my time at university and it’s got me all sentimental. and regretful. There are a number of things that I had learned during my time at university that I wish I’d known during first year. 

  • Read everything. The only valid excuse for not reading everything on the reading list is that you didn’t have time, not that you found it boring, or that it wasn’t useful. Because there’s nothing scarier than trying to write an essay on something you studied a month ago, and you have no notes on the topic. 
  • Revise constantly. I wish I’d revisited everything I did a week after I did it, just as a recap. I tended to focus on what I was doing in the moment because it felt the most important thing at the time. Well, during exams, everything is equal. And it’s so frustrating not quite being able to remember something. So, revise. Even just for ten minutes.
  • Don’t spend all of your money on impulse. I’ve bought so much rubbish that I really don’t need. And if I’d saved that money, I could have gone on holiday. Save every last penny you can. 
  • Eat well. I just said that you should save all the money you can, but I think that food is one exception to that rule. Try and save money where you can, obviously, but don’t go for days and days without fresh vegetables because you’re saving money for a holiday. Your mind, as well as your body, needs food.
  • Go and talk to professors in their student hours. I used to find this so awkward. To be honest, I still do. But if you’re going sending them an email and asking for clarification on a topic, consider maybe popping into their office when it’s open to students. And tell them if you’re struggling! If you don’t let them know, then they can’t help you.
  • Take hot drinks with you, to your lectures or to the library. Don’t spend all your money in the library cafe. Bring a flask of tea, and loads of study snacks in a packed lunch box. Trust me on this.
  • Make time to meet up with friends you haven’t seen in ages. Don’t wait for them to ask you. I make sure to socialise with my friends at least twice a week. And by socialise, I don’t mean getting blind drunk and going clubbing. Sit down and have lunch together. Chat. Get to know each other properly. Friendships formed over alcohol never last as long as friendships formed through actual conversation.
  • Do stuff that the university puts on for students. Join societies. Get involved. One of the best nights I ever had at university was a masquerade ball that my college put on. And for some reason, I’ve never done anything like that since then? And I don’t understand why! University is for making memories, and I don’t really have many!
  • Travel around your university town. If you’re university is on a campus, don’t let your life revolve around that one place. If you’ve travelled away from home to go to university, then make it worth your while! See the sights, be a tourist, get on a bus and go to a random town and buy ice cream. 
  • Experiment. This is the time. Dye your hair blue, join a weird and random society and take up a hobby you’d never dreamed of.  If you want to try drugs, make sure it’s a safe environment and do your research before hand. If you don’t want to do that kind of thing, then don’t judge other people for doing so.
  • Give yourself a day off per week. When you’re at university and you’ve got loads of work, it’s tempting to just work constantly - or at least, to work every day, if not all the time. But it’s so much better for your mental state to take a day off to just relax. 
  • Keep up with your chores. When you’re stressed about an assignment, you don’t want to be also stressed about that pile of washing up accumulating by the sink. Keep your room tidy too - clear space, clear mind.
  • Be kind to everyone. You’re going to meet a lot of people at university, some you’re going to hit it off with immediately. But there will be some who really rub you up the wrong way. Don’t worry about it, it’s completely fine to not like someone. But don’t be mean to them. This isn’t high school, you’re all here to learn and there’s just no need to make them feel bad about themselves. It’s just petty and childish.
  • Think about the future. I know that you’re completely wrapped up in your university life right now, but you’re going to have to venture out into the real world at some point. Do things that might help your future career: volunteer, get a job, join a sports club, make connections. University isn’t, sadly, forever.

There you have it! The advice that I would have given myself in the first year of university. Whether you’re just about to start university, or whether you’re just about to leave, I hope this is useful to you.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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Jealous. (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut, smut, smut.
Word count: 6.1k

Summary: You and Namjoon had this thing going on where you would flirt openly with each other, but neither of you did anything about it…until you decided to make him jealous by grinding with Jungkook at the club.

WARNINGS: dom!namjoon, spanking, dirty talk, outdoor sex etc. prepare 10000 gallons of holy water bc this is some straight up filth and your girl is thirsty af for namjoon. -Reader Discretion is advised.


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{Special} College!AU Shownu
  • major: statistics 
  • minor: business management 
  • sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 
  • clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
  • first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
  • WELL WRONG
  • shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
  • that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
  • and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
  • the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
  • i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 
  • but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
  • but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
  • he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
  • but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
  • and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
  • and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
  • it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
  • sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
  • because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 
  • one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
  • and they were really good
  • even the coach complimented them
  • and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 
  • most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
  • but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 
  • shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
  • he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
  • calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
  • but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
  • you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
  • and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
  • but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
  • plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
  • speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
  • luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 
  • always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
  • but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
  • there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
  • but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
  • so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
  • so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 
  • thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
  • but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
  • “what are you doing?”
  • they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
  • but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 
  • and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
  • but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
  • what
  • and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
  • and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
  • and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
  • and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
  • but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 
  • and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
  • but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
  • and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
  • and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
  • and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
  • and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET
  • and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 
  • and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
  • and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
  • but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
  • shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
  • opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • aNYWAy 
  • and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
  • and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
  • and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
  • like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
  • (ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
  • and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
  • and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
  • when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
  • “the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
  • and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 
  • and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
  • and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
  • and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
  • and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
  • and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
  • and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
  • and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 
  • and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
  • and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
  • meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
  • and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
  • and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
  • and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
  • and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
  • and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
  • and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
  • and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
  • and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
  • and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
  • and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
  • and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
  • and shownu is like why are you asking them that
  • and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
  • and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
  • and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
  • and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
  • but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
  • and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
  • and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
  • maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
  • and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
  • like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
  • shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
  • and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
  • and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
  • and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
  • and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
  • and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
  • and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
  • and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
  • and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
  • and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
  • shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
  • and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
  • and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 
  • and you focus on putting up the flyers
  • but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
  • and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
  • and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
  • and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
  • and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
  • but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
  • and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
  • and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
  • and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 
  • and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
  • but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
  • but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
  • and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
  • and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
  • and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
  • but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
  • and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 
  • “,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
  • and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
  • and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
  • and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
  • but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
  • and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
  • but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
  • but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
  • and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
  • and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
  • and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
  • and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
  • and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
  • jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
  • and it’s a mess
  • but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
  • mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
  • and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
  • and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
  • and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
  • and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
  • do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
  • and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
  • and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
  • and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
  • and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
  • but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
  • that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
  • that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
  • and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
  • and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
  • and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
  • and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
  • and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
  • and you guys even up with a mess
  • but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
  • and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
  • and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
  • and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
  • and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
  • and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
  • and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
  • and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
  • and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
  • and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
  • and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
  • and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
  • and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
  • even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
  • except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
  • shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
  • and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
  • and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
  • studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
  • the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
  • (literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

college!vixx (here) & college!bts (here) & college!seventeen (here)

find special college!jb (here), college!mark tuan (here) college!youngjae (here), college!jinyoung (here) & college!jackson (here)

find special college!amber (here)

find special college!wonho (here) , college!im (here), college!minhyuk (here), college!kihyun (here) & college!hyungwon (here)

and please look forward to more special college!aus!

Special Instructions (3/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M
Word Count: ~3800 (why do they keep getting longer?)
Chapters: One Two

hope u like crazy hot mess emma 😝 🍺🍻🍷🍸🍹🍾🍕 😵

remember a few months ago when i asked everyone to tell me stories of stupid/funny shit y’all did when drunk? thanks for the inspiration ;))

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones @like-waves-on-the-beach 

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Special instructions: pls send cute delivry guy, i missss himm   

One of the benefits of having a job with odd hours was that Emma could get completely trashed on a Tuesday evening and not give a single fuck as to how it would affect her the next morning. She’d started her own private party several hours earlier when all of her friends had turned her down for one reason or another. (Because they had jobs, mostly. Fucking party pooping productive members of society.)

She was giggling so hard she snorted when she clicked ‘order’ on the website, so beyond caring about anything that she felt no shyness or shame whatsoever.

Drunk did not even begin to cover it. Drunk was several homemade cocktails earlier. She was mixing a bunch of things she really shouldn’t be mixing. She couldn’t remember everything she ingested, but she did recall the two straight shots of tequila that she started off with (and what a way to start), as well as the few gulps of red wine that she took straight from the bottle because she was a respectable, refined adult. She vaguely recalled an almost-daiquiri of questionable flavor, as well as one particularly horrible concoction of Red Bull, triple sec, vodka, gin, and Gatorade because apparently she was trying to liquefy her internal organs.

(It didn’t help that she’d pulled out the entire contents of her alcohol cabinet and placed everything on her kitchen counter, giving her a wide selection of self-destructive options.)

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Limbo (Derek/Stiles)

frostniskare “I bet I can make you scream my name.” Sterek

This is your fic prize for winning second place in my birthday giveaway! I really hope you enjoy where the muse took the prompt, as I’m sure it’s not in the direction you had in mind. Hopefully, you’ll like it anyway! For those who read my “Just Like Me” series, this fic could be considered a prequel in that verse. However, you do not need to have read that series to enjoy this! Fic #42 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

 Limbo. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles and his team are on an undercover stakeout that’s not going too well. Derek’s using his powers for good, but Stiles knows it’s not the right moment for their relationship to change. 

“I bet I can make you scream my name.” The words are accompanied by the thick stench of whiskey and good old-fashioned bad breath.

“Yeah, see, I’m not really feeling it so I’m gonna have to decline that bet.” Stiles scans the club looking for the potential suspect, trying to ignore the old pervert attempting to pick him up. He’s not interested, and he made it clear, so the guy should leave soon.

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Rye & Lies

Originally posted by gotjimin

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

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{Special} College!AU Bambam
  • major: biochemistry 
  • minor: took film for a semester and then dropped it when the teacher disagreed with his opinion on dr. dolittle being the best comedy of all time 
  • sports: quote on quote “what’s the point of sports when i burn calories with all this swag” 
  • clubs: chemistry club, tried to join a frat but jb made sure that did NOT happen
  • when people first meet bambam they’re like “you’re a fashion major? a english major? a theater major? a,,,,,,,,,,art major???” and he’s like “noooo im not good at art and writing, im good at BLOWING THINGS UP” aka he’s a science major
  • nd he’s like,,,,,,pretty good?? like he’d be better if he ACTUALLY studied 
  • because when he does he ends up doing really well,,,,like on tests if he gets his hands on someone else’s notes and spends at least 2 hours reading through them he gets by with like a 90% without even trying TOO hard
  • the problem is,,,,,,,,,,,he never does that. he never studies. he gets swept up in campus drama or parties or his own personal relationships and stuff 
  • and in lab he’s a headache for the poor teacher because his questions always stray from the topic at hand and go “if i put chemical x and chemical y in water at the same time i could theoretically make something strong enough to burn through skin right??????” and the teacher is like “yes but that’s not-” and bambam is like “where’s jinyoung i gotta get him back for hitting me over the head with one of his big ass ‘political’ textbooks” 
  • and the teacher just has their head in their hands and the class is laughing and it’s just like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,bambam,,,,,,,,,are you seriously interested in a career in science??? 
  • but in a way bambam doesn’t really know what he wants?? he’s a creative person with a good fashion sense and he’d fit so well into the art community but he like doubts his skills ?? even though it never seems like it
  • he’s always internally hard on himself and he’s convinced the only way he can maybe prove he’s good is if he gets a successful job as a doctor or engineer
  • but at the same time does he really want to do that for a living??? like it’s fun to experiment but classes that deal with math and theory are kind of boring to him
  • but bambam just keeps it to himself,,,,,he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s worried and maybe that’s why he distracts himself with gossip and parties and oh my god taehyung hooked up with who?? oh hyuk is throwing a party?? 
  • and you’re familiar with bambam from the first day you start your work study as a TA to the chemistry professors lab program because all the students there have their coats on and their goggles and their notebooks
  • and bambam is sitting there with what looks like a labcoat that is bright green instead of the standard white, his name sewed in cursive on the pocket, and goggles with stars bedazzled on the side
  • and he’s the only with bright blonde hair and dangling earrings and when he raises his hand the teacher lets out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life
  • before turning to you and he’s like “you have one job. take care of that one.”
  • ‘that one’ is of course, none other than bambam
  • and lab happens two days a week and those two days a week are straight up Teasing from bambam on your part
  • from the second you introduce yourself to his group, bambam goes “i’d much rather learn from you than that old grumpy professor,,,,,,,,you’re cuter (;”
  • and his greasy cheesiness at first off-puts you but somehow you find yourself falling into it
  • and as you’re leaning over his shoulder to correct some of his notes he goes “ahhh,,,,my heart might explode with you so close to me~”
  • and you roll your eyes but like,,,,,,,,,,,it’s also kinda cute
  • having someone’s attention and being around someone who is so open with their feelings like it’s nice like who doesn’t like attention
  • but also the teacher loves you because bambam has focused his energy onto you and not onto asking him what kind of atoms make someone tall and someone short
  • but,,,,,,that all changes when the science department gets a new lab technician, a tall and handsome recent graduate nichkhun  
  • who from the first day is very sweet and helpful,,,,reminding you to roll your sleeves up when you get near the burner
  • and asking you if you’ve eaten before lab start 
  • and bambam notices this because he’s Nosy and Mischievous ,,,,,,,and he does not let you live it down
  • all of his flirtatious little come-ons turn into teasing you about nichkhun and how ‘cute’ you’d look together and how much he thinks his hyung likes you
  • and nichkhun just brushes all of it off,,,,,,because he’s older than you and he’s your colleague. both of you don’t talk outside of the lab
  • but bambam think it’s the funniest thing ever to keep trying to pair the two of you together  
  • but one day he goes a bit,,,,,too far,,,,,,you’re all sitting around the table and you’re helping someone else in bambam’s group figure out the equation needed to change the temperature into kelvin when you hear bambam call over nichkhun
  • and nichkhun gives everyone a friendly smile and of course one to you as well but bambam nudges nichkhun and is like “hyung,,,,,,,,your staring is obvious~ when will you two date? have you exchanged numbers?”
  • and you’re trying to help someone so you’re like “bambam, not now”
  • but it goes completely over his head and bambam is like “ill get their number for you hyung, you interested?” and you slam the pencil you’re holding down and you’re like “bambam. stop.” and nichkhun is like “bambam, really we are just acquaintances” 
  • and bambam is looking at you, your pissed off expression and he’s like “ok,,,,,,fine.”
  • and you go back to helping the student and bambam doesn’t speak to you and you don’t speak to him 
  • you try to tell yourself not to think about it because like you don’t care about nichkhun,,,,,,what bothers you is the fact that bambam had always been so sweet and affectionate toward you in the beginning
  • telling you how much he likes your eyes, staring at you when you were working with the burner, even poking your cheek with the eraser of his pencil because he claimed the sound of surprise you’d make was cute
  • but ,,,,,,,, now with him always pushing this other guy onto you like it makes you realized that perhaps all of that ‘flirting’ was really just a part of his personality, he’s just that person who teases people without having real feelings for them
  • and you had never been comfortable with openly coming to terms with the fact that your liking for bambam had turned into a bit of a crush,,,,,,maybe partially because he’d be so interested in you but also,,,,,it’s hard not to fall for someone so outspoken. so unique
  • with his tall, slender body,,,,sharp jaw,,,,,,,,mesmerizing gaze,,,,,,how his lips look partially open in concentration,,,,,,,how his laugh is loud,,,,,how he’s silly but also so??????? gorgeous 
  • like how could he be sitting there looking like a prince from the cover of a novel to dabbing every time the teacher says the word “ethanol” 
  • but it’s obvious with the way he was totally ok with the idea of you and nichkhun,,,,,,,that those compliments and his flirting was all just a way of him killing his boredom in class
  • so when you return to lab the following week, you don’t even spare him a glance. you think instead about what you’re going to do later,,,,,,,,and you get a text from a friend asking if you’d want to go on a double blind date with them
  • and you peek at bambam whose happily laughing with someone from another group and you reply that sure, you’ll go
  • the date is in some cafe half a mile off campus and you don’t know if you’ve even put ‘effort’ into your outfit tbh you just want a distraction
  • and your friend is mindlessly telling you about this class they’re taking on portuguese film when you’re approached by two guys,,,,,,one you know is totally your friends type so you let them go off and start chatting
  • the other one seems as awkward as you are about this situation,,,,he’s quite tall for what he says his age is and his black hair is cut in a kind of mushroom style with his bangs falling in front of his face but he seems nice,,,,,,,,,
  • and you tell him your name and he goes in a bit of a high voice, “im yugyeom!”
  • and your friend and their date are completely hitting it off as you and yugyeom sit in the corner sipping chocolate latte’s in silence until he asks what your work study is about and you tell him about the lab
  • and yugyeom stops and then tilts his head and he says your name outloud and you’re like yes? and he’s like and you’re the TA for chem lab,,,,,,,,,,,,,,then you must know my best friend!!!
  • and you’re like ????? who is it and he’s like “bambam!”
  • and the straw kind of falls out of your mouth but you regain your composure and you’re like “ah- yes i do” and yugyeom is all smiles and in your head you’re like change the subject change the subj-
  • “you’re the TA, he’s actually talked about you a loooooot!!”
  • and you’re like wait excuse me what now
  • and yugyeom is tapping his chin with his finger and he’s like “he mentioned that he was doing even worse in lab since you came along,,,,he already doesn’t concentrate but he was like like ‘yugyeom i couldn’t even take a single thing down i kept wanting to look at them’ it was so funny, actually hasn’t he asked you out??????”
  • and you’re sitting there with your jaw practically on the floor
  • and yugyeom is like “are you on this blind date because you didn’t like him back or did that loser never ask you?”
  • and he’s asking it jokingly but you look down at your hands and blink because wait,,,,,,,,,,bambam talked about you to his bestfriend????? he told his bestfriend,,,he ,,,,,,liked??? you????
  • and yugyeom is like “hey- are you ok?” and you get up and you’re like “yugyeom you’re nice and all but i-”
  • and he grins and waves his hand in front of his face like “i get it. by the way bambam is probably in the library right now, jaebum forced him to go and stay there. forced him or gave him ten bucks something like that~”
  • and you look over at your friend and yugyeom is like “don’t worry, ill take care of it ^^” and you’re like,,,,,,,ok thank you so much
  • and you don’t know why but you can’t even walk properly, your excited because the thought of,,,,,,,,,, “he likes me,,,,,he likes me,,,,,nichkhun was just a joke,,,,,,but why,,,,,,,,does he like me? he must,,,,,,,,maybe,,,,,”
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re running, trying your hardest not to bump into student on their way back and forth from classes
  • and you get to the library,,,,,but it’s closing and you try to tell the librarian you just have to see if someone is still there and she’s like “no one is here, go” and you’re like,,,,,,,standing there defeated
  • until you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you turn and bambam is there, notebook under his arm and a smile on his face and he’s like “what are doing here TA?”
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,,,” but you freeze up and you’re not sure what to say because well you were kind of standoffish to him for a while
  • and he seems so fine just smiling here in front of you that you find yourself doubting what yugyeom told you like how can you even trust yugyeom like you just met him on some stupid blind date what if he didn’t even know bambam what if this was all-
  • but you don’t have to say anything because bambam sheepishly scratches his neck and is like “i wanted to find you and tell you something by the way”
  • and you’re like “oh,,,,,?”
  • and bambam flicks his eyes to look into yours and you’re like holy shit his lashes are so pretty and long what,,,,,,,but bambam intentionally lowers his voice and is like
  • “i was really childish to keep teasing you and nichkhun hyung. im sorry i made both of you uncomfortable.” 
  • and you stop for a second because ok you kinda were expecting that confession but also your heart warm a bit because it’s nice to see him reflect on his mistake 
  • and you play with your fingers but ofc you’re like “it’s ok,,,,,,,but why did you keep pushing it? the one i like isn’t nichkhun,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re shyly blushing now a bit and bambam gives a nervous chuckle and he’s like 
  • “i thought you’d be into guys like him! you know,,,,,,guys who are actually going places with their life. you’re definitely not into losers like me.”
  • the words make you look up in shock because bambam has always been this mr. confidence to you and ,,,,,,,did he just call himself a loser??
  • and the usual bambam who stands tall, chest out with a gleaming grin on his face is now hunched over, hair in his eyes as he speaks in embarrassment
  • and you’re like “is that what you think of yourself?” and bambam coughs a bit because he’s never,,,,,,,really,,,,,,,,,told anyone,,,,,,but he just shrugs and is like “kinda,,,,,,you’ve seen my lab grades. im not a genius - im not getting a job as easily as someone as nichkhun,,,,,”
  • now his voice is breaking a bit,,,,and you’ve never seen this side of him because you’ve always only know the vibrant bambam whose popular on campus for dabbing during lectures or getting the most likes on his instagram or hell being that kid at the party who drew a mustache on the president of the college’s portrait 
  • you never knew there was this much self criticism within him and you put your hand out, pulling him forward so you can wrap your arms around his waist
  • and it shocks bambam, he drops the notebooks he was holding and he kind of hesitates with the warm feeling of your body pressed against his
  • and he’s like “it’s ok - p-please don’t pity me-”
  • and you muffle your words and he has to bend his head to hear
  • and you look up and you’re like “,,,,,,you may not be a genius but you’re not a loser bambam,,,,,,,,you’re such an open and lovely person,,,,,,,you have so much about you that people adore and are jealous of,,,”
  • bambam’s eyes widen a bit and he just chuckles and he’s like “no one is jealous of me-”
  • and you’re like “you’re wrong!! not a lot of people can be as friendly and as social as you without being fake or mean about it. you’re genuine with people,,,,,,,you put yourself out there and don’t show that you’re hurt,,,,you’re so strong i wish i could be like that too,,,,,,”
  • somehow you picture the bambam that you first met, who maybe your teacher didn’t like all that much, but who made the class laugh. who made the people around him happy.
  • no one had known he was harboring this look on himself and it hurt your heart to think you were too selfish in your thoughts to think of the other reason as to why bambam might have tried to push nichkhun toward you,,,,,,,,
  • you never imagined he could feel like he wasn’t good enough
  • and bambam hears you sniffle a bit you can’t believe you’re crying but imagining the smiles he’d have to fake or the thoughts that haunted him it makes you so sad
  • and you feel his warm finger press against your cheek, wiping the small tears that come down
  • and he’s like “i never thought someone as perfect as you would be jealous of me,,,,”
  • and you swallow and you’re like “i’m jealous, it’s true but that openness about you,,,,,,it makes me like you so so so much too”
  • this catches him off-guard once again and bambam let’s you go and points to his face in shock again and he’s like
  • “you like me?”
  • and you’re like “yes, which is why i would get pissed even more when you were like nichkhun this nichkhun that like i don’t like him dummy i like YOU”
  • blinking back in confusion bambam straightens his back and he’s like “huh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i can’t believe i beat hyung,,,,”
  • you roll your eyes and you’re like “is that really what you’re thinking about now?”
  • and bambam is like heY nichkhun is hard to beat like his has a face, money, a C A  R and you’re like oh my god and you have the face too, plus the personality 
  • and bambam raises an eyebrow and suddenly you can feel he’s back to his trickster self because he goes “are you sure you’re not just saying that because i complimented you so much?”
  • and you swat his arm you’re like “why,,,,,were those compliments a lie?” and bambam is like nO to be honest i should have laid it on more thick like when you would bend over to get something you dropped and i would be like hey that line of you-
  • and you put your hand over his mouth and you’re like don’t start
  • and he just grins under your hand and gives your palm a kiss and you’re like bAMBAM and he’s like what i can do that now because,,,,,,we’re gonna date right
  • you pretend to think about it for a bit and bambam is like omg don’t tell me you’re gonna reject me after all that c’mon ill get on my knees
  • and he literally does get on his knobby knees and you’re like bAMBAM GET UP and he’s like no ill stay like this till you say yes
  • and you’re like yeS YES fine yes i was going to say yes anyway
  • and bambam dabs because hell yeah you’re his s/o now
  • and you want to smack your face with your hand but you just settle for dabbing along with him beCAUSE WHY NOT YOUR BAMS OTHER HALF NOW YOU GOTTA MEME
  • amazingly the day is a lab and nichkhun comes by to hand out some gloves and bambam leans over and he’s like “hyung,,,,,,you lost your chance with the hottest person on campus because guess what they’re ALL MINE now” and he turns to wink at you
  • and you hide behind your notebook because gfhaljfghkfjsla he’s so corny
  • and nichkhun just grins and pats bambam’s shoulder and is like “if you need to borrow my car to take your sweetheart out for a date - just let me know”
  • and bambam is like OMG REALLY and nichkhun is like lmao no not really are you kidding i wouldn’t trust you with my water bottle i am not trusting you with my car
  • but you and bambam do have a first date,,,, a crazy one because bambam thinks it’s the brightest idea in the world to take you to a club
  • but it’s like why not you might as well let loose with your boyfriend it’s a friday anyway
  • but wow bambam cannot hold his drink and when he dances it’s like long limbs everywhere
  • but it doesn’t matter because the whole night he keeps you near him and you guys get matching light-up necklaces and bambam gets a hold of the djays mic at some point just to scream out i really rEALLY like you y/n
  • and you’re once again hiding behind your cup but gosh he’s cute ok
  • at the end of the night you meetup with jackson and yugyeom who were also there and they help carry bambam whose stumbling everywhere and when you drop the boys off at the dorm
  • bambam is like “goooooodbye kisssssss” and you’re like this is a first date ,,,,,,,,,,, but bambam is puckering his lips and he looks so silly that you just do it
  • and jackson is like AYEEEEE and yugyeom just winks at you because your little secret about how this wouldn’t have happened without him spilling the beans is still,,,,,a secret
  • and you learn that dating bambam is a RIDE but it’s never ever boring and he’s so full of affection
  • and the best part is he is so damn open about it to the point where it can get really embarrassing really fast
  • like you’ll be sitting with the study group for biochem majors and you’re there to help bambam with any chem stuff and he just looks over as you’re solving a problem
  • and brushes his hand over your shoulder and he’s like “so,,,nice,,,,,,,so soft,,,,,,,your skin is always glowing i want to kiss it let’s go somewhere where i can kiss it all i wan-”
  • and you’re like packing up your books dragging bambam away by the ear going bYEEEEE to the rest of the group
  • and you scold him to not be so Vocal about his Desires
  • but bambam just whines and he’s like b U UUUUU T I llllllOO OOVeeee you
  • and you’re like yes i love you too but im not going to go down to the music building open the door and go “I REALLY WANNA MAKEOUT WITH MY HOT BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW”
  • and bambam completely misses the point because he leans in and smirks and is like “is that what you wanna do? we can do tha-”
  • and you put your hand in his face and you’re like no we’re gonna study right now
  • jb thinks you’re a gift from God because you actually get bambam to study for his tests 
  • and ever since he started dating you his grades have gone up
  • even though he isn’t 100% sure this is the major for him,,,,,he feels like he excels at it and you’re always cheering him on and that makes him wanna work even harder
  • also the fashion majors keep asking you to ask bambam if he’d consider being a model for them and you’re like you can ask him yourself he’s a really sweet guy and they’re like omg no he’s too cool
  • and you wanna laugh because they don’t know how much of an ACTUAL dork your boyfriend is
  • just because he wears a leather jacket and brand-names doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to do horrible aegyo for you to buy him ice-cream like
  • also bambam is the king of social media, we all know this and his snapchat story is just full of him getting you to try out the filters with him
  • and his sister always snaps back that she doesn’t get what bambam did to deserve someone like you who puts up with him
  • and bambam is like “because they love me um???????” and you’re like OTL i do,,,,,,and his sister is always like i wanna meet you!!!! so i can tell you all of bambam’s childhood secrets!!! and bambam is like sis i will block u don’t test me
  • but he also loves her and he’s always texting you pictures when he’s out shopping because he’s like “should i get this for baby??? she’d like it right?????”  
  • but he ALSO sends pics of stuff and is like “i should get this for my mom”
  • you skyping his mom made bambam so nervous because he respects and loves her so much and he was like “ok ok ok if she doesn’t like you ill just have to,,,,,,,,dump you” and tbh you weren’t sure if he was joking or not the boy loves his family TO DEATH it’s soooo charming
  • but ofc his mom liked you and his sister liked you and bambam is like phew why did i worry you’re PERFECT so ofc they’d like you
  • jackson always comments on bambam’s couple ig posts of you guys as “lolololol my kids” and bambam is like im an adult and jackson is like “no you’re my son”
  • more on dork boyfriend bambam: when you two are passing by like a mirror or something he is like let’s stop and take a funny picture
  • and you either like poke each others face or stick your tongues out
  • and people are looking at you 2 like what in the world but you’re having fun
  • but don’t think bambam isn’t about that couple #aesthetic either like if you guys are wearing matching accessories there will be pictures taken. you guys get coffee together there will be pictures taken. you guys meet a cute puppy there will be pictures taken
  • and once you fell asleep with your head against his chest in a silent study hall and bambam took like a picture from above with his big hand around your shoulder and he captioned it something like ‘my sleeping beauty’ and jinyoung was like “take this down i report this for explicit pda content” and mark was like @jinyoung literally calm down
  • bambam over spoils you and you wish he’d stop but he kinda admits that he does it because he’s so scared of losing you for messing up he tries to compensate with presents
  • and you’re just like you have to hold his face and be like “you are never going to lose me, unless you do something really dumb. but i always want to be by your side”
  • and bambam nods, burying his face in your chest and it’s always a cute meaningful moment,,,,,,,,until you feel his hands on your butt and you’re like OK 
  • when the teacher finds out you’re dating bambam (which is pretty early on bambam literally is like ‘this is my s/o’ and points at you for the whole class) he’s like “are you sure? about him?” and you’re like listen grandpa he’s my delightful slightly loud but still endearing boyfriend and i am 100% sure he will never hurt me so let. it. go.”
  • bambam is the kind of boyfriend who tries to stay up with you when you study but falls asleep and when he wakes up he apologizes and buys you an expensive breakfast and gets you a stuffed animal all because he slept
  • like he’s so nice ????? how are people mean to him i don’t understand
  • tries to get you more into fashion and thinks couple looks are sorta tacky he’s more into couple themes. like all black ft gold or something and he knows his stuff 
  • your dates range from clubs, to cafes, to youngjae trying to teach the two of you how to play league and failing miserably, to expensive dinners because bambam is extra like that
  • couple spa days are a very big thing if you’re into that. if not, and you’re more an active person bambam will try sports for you. he might get hurt in the process, but for you - anything
  • you tried on some his rings and necklaces and stuff once and you were like “i wonder how heavy it would be if i put ALL of them on” you tried and it was heavy but bambam got a pic for insta
  • randomly buys you flowers and brings them to class and you can’t have flowers in the lab but you go outside of the lab and jump on him and cover him in kisses
  • and bambam always begs you to skip so you can go back to his dorm and ; ) but you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,no we have to go to lab
  • once you did say yes it was great and bambam was like i can’t believe you broke the rules and you were like it’s your fault. you and your super amazing face and pretty flowers 
  • bambam: whose prettier my face or flowers
  • you: flowers
  • bambam: im calling the Police 
  • recreates memes and sends them to you at like 2 am and you’re too tired to send anything back except a picture of kermit the frog on fire or something
  • match-made in heaven
  • yugyeom is still so proud of himself for making this happen. even if all he did was literally tell you bambam liked you on a blind date you were on with him which you agreed not to tell bambam because bambam would probably flip LOL

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find special college!jb (here), college!mark tuan (here) college!youngjae (here), college!jinyoung (here) & college!jackson (here)

find special college!amber (here)

find special college!wonho (here) , college!im (here), college!minhyuk (here), college!kihyun (here) , college!shownu (here) and college!hyungwon (here

and please look forward to more special college!aus!

Velvet Box (Mafia AU)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: Hoseok is kind, charming and friendly, but there are some lies behind the blinding smile of this strip club owner. Jungkook is a mysterious, passionate musician- and don’t you know that you need to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams… sometimes even your morals?

Genre: Ansgt, Smut, Fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Hoseok

Word count: 5k

Trigger Warnings: Smut, swearing, strippers, criminal activity, thigh riding, oral

“You suspect that whenever he thinks like this, it means your question might have an answer he doesn’t think you’ll like.”

Part 2

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suzu-idk  asked:

RFA + V & Saeran with as childhood friends with MC who grow up together then puberty hits and it gets messy as they slowly realize their feelings (highschool!AU; I enjoy going thru your blog btw!)

i am so glad you like my blog! it’s still a little messy, but it’s getting there! ヽ(・∀・)ノ this is such an awesome request! i wrote this based off of the characters’ canon childhoods rather than what the characters would be like if the RFA was a high school organization, if that makes sense. i just felt like the canon childhoods would flow better with a childhood friend sort of thing. these headcanons turned out a lot longer than i had originally planned, so i hope that’s no problem…  ( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ enjoy!

yoosung

  • yoosung is the posterboy for the “childhood friend” trope
  • you lived in the same neighborhood as him so you were always going to his house and vice versa throughout the years
  • yoosung had always been popular with The Ladies but high school really emphasized that
  • you were still the only girl he bothered to hang out
  • this proved to be a challenge for you, as you often became the victim of bullying and rumors
  • you both shared similar aspirations, such as going to sky university and an interest in animal health services
  • but as the time went on, you weren’t just giving him valentines as friendship tokens anymore
  • and the nights you spent at his house weren’t just sleepovers full of jokes and dreams
  • but you had no clue how express to someone you’d known your whole life that you wanted to be more than just childhood friends ヽ( `д´*)ノ
  • wELL that is until one night when you and yoosung were studying at his house after school for a big test the next day
  • you were really struggling with one biology problem so you just “heyyy yoosung did you get number 14 because i have no clue what they’re—”
  • “i heard some girls talking about you.”
  • “… yeah so number 14—”
  • “they were saying the most horrible things about you. all because i hang out with you and not them. all because i only accept your valentines and not theirs. that’s not fair.”
  • “it’s okay, yoosung. they can’t help it. a-after all, you’re really nice and handsome and—”
  • “i… i want to be able to protect you, MC.”
  • … WELL S H I T GO RIGHT ON AHEAD MY DUDE
  • and he did ♡(。- ω -)

zen

  • zen had a pretty nasty home life and was constantly spending his days at your house
  • sometimes he would legitimately run down the street to your house in tears because of his mother’s harsh words or because of a stranger’s VERY creepy comment
  • you would assure ur sobbing pal that he was cute but so much more than that!! (o´∀`o)
  • you two would re-enact movie scenes and musical numbers together all the time
  • zen and you were very close when you first started high school but he drifted from you when he ran away from home, got his own place, and worked several jobs
  • eventually he wasn’t showing up to school much at all anymore, despite all your worried texts
  • one day, you walked by a group of guys in the hall after school talking about a party they had attended over the weekend and how “that one guy hyun was out of control”
  • that could mean anything
  • you were aware of zen’s, uh, passion for alcohol and even some drugs you were pretty sure (the devil’s lettuce will always getcha)
  • zen never left for a party without a text from you that said “stay safe” so what could have possibly happened??
  • you immediately headed for zen’s place with a knot in your stomach and didn’t even knock before you barged in
  • you were hit with the stench of cigarettes and the sight of a tattered zen on a couch
  • “hyun! what on earth happened to you? where were you?”
  • he jumped up, rushed over to you, and practically collapsed into your arms
  • “j-just… heh, some finance issues. and a nasty hangover. nothing to worry about.”
  • “‘nothing to worry about’? zen, you’re HURT.”
  • you then proceeded to roast him and his dangerous lifestyle
  • “and smoking cigarettes? really? i don’t want to kiss someone whose breath is all smokey.”
  • “… you want to kiss me?”
  • “i-if that will knock some sense into that thick skull of yours!”
  • “you don’t have to tell me twice.”
  • ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ

jaehee

  • jaehee did not have the easiest childhood in the world per se ╮( ̄ω ̄;)╭
  • but you two were inseparable and did everything together
  • you guys definitely got the soul sisters nomination in your middle school yearbook
  • … gal pals amirite (¬‿¬ )
  • you were the shining light jaehee had always needed and when high school rolled around that became extremely apparent
  • when her mother died, jaehee was destroyed and the move to her uncle’s residence took a huge toll on her
  • but it amazed you how she was able to maintain excellent grades and such a happy disposition when everything around her seemed to be going wrong
  • you guys hung out even more if that were even possible
  • one of your guys’ favorite things to do was find tiny hole-in-the-wall cafes and order a different item from the menu each time you went
  • nothing could beat the look on jaehee’s face when she smelled the blend of coffee and tea and pastries as she entered a cafe
  • the night before graduation, you and jaehee had a sleepover but couldn’t fall asleep since you were both so excited
  • it was around 2 am when jaehee spoke up out of nowhere
  • “MC, my life has changed so much. both of my parents are gone now. i’m about to go to an amazing university. but there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, one thing that’s stayed beside me for so, so long.”
  • “yourself?”
  • she laughed that breathy laugh that you loved oH GOD you loved her laugh how long have you loved her laugh
  • “no, MC. you. and… i think i want you to be with me for the rest of my life.”

jumin

  • you and jumin were church kids ╰(▔∀▔)╯
  • both your parents and jumin’s parents were always joking about you two growing up and getting married one day, probably because you two were always playing house together (with a cat as the baby ofc)
  • but jumin stopped wanting to play house once his father divorced his mother and remarried
  • you watched as jumin would turn down any girls who asked him out in middle school out of his suspicion of them
  • you found it to be unfair but it’s not like it mattered who jumin did and didn’t like
  • … right?
  • jumin wasn’t the only kid in town being crushed on
  • you found your fair share of not-so-secret admirers in high school and it was anything but pleasant
  • a kind “i’m sorry, but i’m not interested” was never taken well by these people
  • you were constantly getting catcalled, harassed, and bullied by the ones who were supposed to be in love with you!!! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
  • one day you complained to jumin about it and expressed how sometimes you were legitimately afraid of some of the people you had turned down
  • right as you finished talking about someone in particular, they passed by and whistled
  • you almost cried on the spot and jumin noticed
  • “th-that’s who i was talking about.”
  • “i could tell. you know, you can always hold my hand when he’s around. then he’ll think i’m your boyfriend.”
  • “but you’re not my boyfriend.”
  • “… well, i could be.”

707

  • i guess mystic messenger just has a thing for crappy childhoods
  • you and seven didn’t see each other often growing up
  • but you were the only one who could make him smile and give him some sort of hope
  • you two had a lot of classes together in high school but your shared astronomy class really stood out to the both of you
  • you slowly found yourself falling in love with the redhead in glasses who was always showing you things like distorted pictures of dogs with the caption “BORK”
  • seven was always “busy” whenever you wanted to come to his house and only came to your house for small periods of time before hurrying home
  • when you guys did hang out, it was mostly visiting a local car dealership and though it bored you more than any class you took it was low-key adorable to see seven’s face light up when he saw a sports car he really liked
  • you spent all of your breaks and lunches with him at school in the computer lab
  • it was kind of weird how all he did was practice coding and the occasional hack into the school website (this made for fantastic april fools’ day pranks)
  • seven had his moody days and his downright cheerful days but you were there with a smile no matter what kind of funk he was in
  • sometimes he would let something pretty ominous slip like “don’t get close to me” but you pushed his 3edgy5me comments aside
  • there was no confession moment between you and seven
  • one day you just started holding hands and then the next week you were kissing his cheek and he was lending you his sweaters and walking you home and then you were married JK JK JK
  • but you proved to seven that nothing about him could ever drive you away, no matter how dark and twisted he thought he was

V

  • you, jumin, and V were a squad to behold
  • but jumin found himself three-wheeling you and V as the years went on
  • V was always taking pictures and drawing, doing whatever he could to express his artistic influence, and you often joined him
  • V was not the most sociable guy so you were one of the few friends that bothered to interact with him and you never had to worry about someone trying to get with him
  • nOT THAT YOU WERE CONCERNED WITH THAT OR ANYTHING
  • you found yourself quite lucky to be able to witness a side of V that no one else but you were able to see
  • high school opened up new possibilities for V, including photography clubs and art composition classes
  • you often served as the model for various projects and pieces (≧◡≦)
  • it felt cool being best friends with the school’s most iconic Art Hoe
  • you guys could be found at the local underground cafe that had an open mic night and hosted slam poetry events on the second tuesday of every month at any given time
  • anyone could see that you and V had feelings for each other
  • but anyone could also see that you and V were completely oblivious to the fact (and completely oblivious to your own feelings for each other tbh)
  • V was photographing you one day when he mumbled out of nowhere and probably by accident, “you’re stunning.”
  • your jaw dropped open and right as that happened, he snapped a picture
  • “j-jihyun! you don’t really mean it.”
  • “i do, though. i’d tell you to look into modeling, but what would my photography be without you?”

saeran

  • you met saeran through his brother, and although you never directly interacted with him until your high school years
  • you would sneak your lunch leftovers through his house’s window on your way home from school almost every day
  • when his mother wasn’t there, you and saeran would quietly talk to each other and he would tell you about all of the horrors he experienced
  • yet he warned you not to tell anyone and especially to NEVER call the police (╯︵╰,)
  • it was late into your high school days when saeran was finally able to attend school thanks to “some blonde religious lady and her fiancé”
  • he was constantly upset at his brother for abandoning him and his mother for abusing him but you were able to soothe him most days
  • saeran was sick a lot due to his past and his weak immune system but you were always bringing him soup and a tub of ice cream to his new home
  • you helped saeran learn how to socialize and tutored him when he didn’t quite grasp a subject
  • “now, saeran. if you want to be friends with someone, what’s a good way to tell them—”
  • “i love you.”
  • “no, no, no! we talked about ‘i love you’ last week. you use it when you want to—”
  • “no, i mean i actually love you.”
  • “i… look, we need to focus on this—”
  • “do you want to go out for ice cream?”
  • you blushed harder than you ever had before but you were so hAPPY????
  • “v-very good. and… yes. i’d love that.”
Fanboy

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Summary:  After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?

This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.

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Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.

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Read ‘Em and Weep

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Pairings: Reader x Yoongi 

Description: How do you fall in love with someone who can’t talk? 

Word Count: 7k+

A/N: Four years ago today I tried to end my life. This piece isn’t prolific, I don’t think it’s even that uplifting. But it’s warm and it makes my heart feel full and thats enough. If you’re hurting today I hope you tell yourself ‘I’ll wait one more day’ and then keep telling yourself that everyday from now. 

He was here again.

You bit your lip in quiet anticipation, feeling the butterflies in your tummy bubble over until you felt like you might actually explode. He came in every Thursday night between 6:30 and 8:00 and usually strayed towards the non-fiction and classic works sections in the store. You noticed from his check outs he liked poetry, but he rarely ever visited any new authors, he stuck to classics, but they all had the same depressing theme to them. If you had to see one more Poe, Plath or Bukowski check out you would consider referring him to your therapist, who, as nice as she was, you couldn’t exactly vouch for her turn over rate if you were basing it off yourself.

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Divine

I followed all the rules, when I came here the first time. Listened to all of the stories, the tips, believed all of the warnings and the worries. Watched some classmates disappear, sometimes covered with excuses of transfers, sometimes not, watched suspiciously or with awed eyes to those who were suspected to be other.

But I never saw a single thing. I never saw the creatures late in the library, I never heard things scratching on my windows, and I never felt eyes on the back of my neck walking home in all the dark, clutching iron nails in my jacket pockets.
I’m from the South, you see, and down there we don’t have this Fae nonsense. There’s no flimsy fairy circle to be warned about, no rock in the middle of the road; sure, I’d read the fables, but that’s all they were to me. Fables.

I believed in something different. That’s all it came down to; belief. 
So when I brought the shrine with me, and gave it its own shelf, I shouldn’t’ve been surprised that everything left me alone for the first year. I shouldn’t’ve been surprised that, as I was deaf to my gods, so was I blind to the Fae. (You learn to listen in other ways.)

It was only that first summer, when I wore something other than a t-shirt for the first time, and my ankh tattoo finally was blessed by the sun for the first time, and my friend flinched away from me when I turned to talk to someone, it was only then that I started to take note.
I couldn’t see them - of course, this will come as no surprise - I couldn’t see them, I couldn’t hear or touch them, not like some of my friends swore they could, but.
When I was holding that ankh necklace, when I was wearing that tattoo, when I was believing, they could tell. I learned which days to wear the necklace over my shirts, and which days to hide it under the binder.

It wasn’t until two years later, when I painted gold onto my eyelids, that I could see for the first time.
But that’s getting ahead of myself. I had two years of knowing nothing; of seeing friends Taken and gone, of some of them coming back, of wondering what it was that I wasn’t seeing, and wondering when my belief wasn’t going to hold me safe anymore.
I brought my cat up to campus, in one of the apartments nearby (did the campus own these? were they just affiliated with it? I’m still not sure, to this day) and then when I set up my shrine, certain friends stopped coming in without permission. My cat followed me about the small space, over and over again, waited for me by the door every single day, and purred on my lap for hours. (It wasn’t until years later that I would call him a “familiar” for the first time.)

The next year was rough. I still never saw a thing; I made friends, I joined clubs, I branched out to new places and new people and new classes, I drew fantastical things in my sketchbook, I wondered and wondered whether the softest tone of a bell I heard in one class was something Other, I wondered and wondered whether the thunderclap that we all heard one day with clear sky was something Other, and yet I never knew anything for sure.

I stopped carrying iron, stopped wasting my ramen packets (that stuff is so, so bland without it, so I savored every possibly last bite I got) stuffing them in pockets, stopped wondering. I stopped looking at certain students with awe and wonder, stopped darting glances over my shoulder late at night, stopped pretending to have seen something my classmates had. I had followed all the rules; done everything right; and never seen a thing. I had friends who would swear up and down and around the mountain that they were real, that the Gentry (their word, never mine), had done this or that, that they had seen something or other, but never me. It was a quaint university, that was for sure, but was it really magical?

And then I saw her. She was the first person to ever seem More, to me, the first person to shine in my eyes like she had some kind of luck brimming in her smile, the first person to freeze me solid with her laugh (oh, there were others, who sent shivers all up and down my spine in the best ways, but this one, this one was different somehow) and the first person to touch the fox tail I’d worn for years with wonder, and not disgust or barely-hidden half-curiosity half-abhorrence. 

I bribed her with gummy sharks, all the while thinking about the fables - for, to me, they were truly only fables - of eating food in the Fae world, of being stuck there forever. All the while wondering breathlessly about the idea that maybe, for the first time, I was Seeing.

I met her again on the lawn, looking for someone else, and I sat and found that she, too, drew fantastical things and creatures without name. I found that she wore no shoes, and when she laughed I wanted to listen to the sound forever. And when her eyes glittered just so, then I wanted to drown in their blue.

I bribed her with gummy sharks, and dances, and honesty; the greatest gift that one could give on this campus, I had learned, and I’d honed mine to a brutal point.
And, eventually, when I tangled my fingers finally in that curly ocean of teal, dyed colors and colors that I did not know could come in a tube or a on a brush, I felt like magic for a moment.

It wasn’t until she flinched at the first mirror that I started to suspect anything, for real. It wasn’t until then that my heart knew, and my mouth started speaking with that brutal honesty it was so good at. It wasn’t until then that something in my gut changed, something in my heart stirred, and something in my hearing clicked.
I heard padding footsteps on the path behind me, that night, felt something curling in the mist around me, that night, as I walked away from her dorm.

I still didn’t believe it. Not really, not truly; but I did clutch to my necklace when I walked away, a little too fast, and I did relax in my car, sheathed in metal, a little too much. 

She changed me.

And when I told her my stories, her eyes lit up, and when she told me her worlds, I listened with rapter attention than I had paid anyone here, shivers dancing on my spine and gooseflesh on my arms (no feathers; I was embarrassed to admit even to myself that I had checked, later, in the bathroom, alone with my cat.) and something shivering new in my heart.
And when she looked at me, I felt like I had become the center of every vision on earth; and when she laughed for me, the feelings that swelled in my heart swelled without name; and when I kissed her, I thought that it was nothing more than what it was; smiles and flattery and - daresay - love.

But then the meat in the dining hall tasted a little bit different that night. But then the salt burned my tongue a little more than it should - how should salt burn your tongue, anyways? How do you describe what should and shouldn’t taste, how things changed just enough to notice them but only once, because pineapple and oranges taste so good, how had I never tried those before?

I’m getting away from myself again. It’s easy; easy to get lost. Maybe that’s what they mean by Taken, sometimes. Maybe that’s why english majors and storytellers and musicians are the most oft to come back.

Anyways. It entered my life in bursts, leaps and bounds, fits and starts: the half feral cats purred at my touch, the crows regarded me with careful eyes, the rain kissed my lips and dusted my eyelashes like gems. The music spoke back to me, random patterns finding less random and more sass; the tarot deck she would push into my hands would speak louder, eventually.

She called me beautiful; and I had no words to reply. She called me divine, and my heart sung out in response so loud and so unerringly that I could not say no, and within a month I had inked it into my skin.

The artist gave me rose quartz to hold, told me that there is no divinity without pain, and the sigils on my arms burned like fire the first time I stepped foot back on campus.
But that was alright.
Because I could hear them now, because I met the fox eyes and lightly glowing gazes with my own raised high, with a proudness that had infected me, somewhere, when someone a little less human and a little too magic had told me I’ll have enough confidence for the both of us, and at the end of that winter everything had changed.

I mean that mundanely, of course. I couldn’t See anything yet, but new scars stretched across my chest and suddenly, shirtlessness was possible, and suddenly, my tattoos meant something more, and suddenly, I was myself and there was no other way to be.
I convinced her she was Fae at some point, over that break, too. With whispered words beneath blue fairy lights, and the snow trapping us alone, with my heart beating so much closer to the outside world than it had been, wrapped in a form that wasn’t quite mine, we spun tales at one another until she was half joking to worship me, and I was half joking to change my piercings out for less iron ones.

The joke stopped the day I painted gold onto my eyelids. With her supervision, and my nervousness - just a little bit of makeup - just a little bit of makeup - we surrounded my eyes in gold and she smiled, by my gods did she smile, and my heart felt so radiant I could not want for anything else in that moment.

And then I left her dorm to trek my way home, to my cat, and my lights, and my bed - sorrowfully empty - and when I raised my head to meet the eyes of another student, I had to look twice as high as I ever had before.

As it turns out, the Fae have an agreement - this Court with others, that Court with some, ancient beings with ancient beings, and - for me at least, far be it for me to speak for others - occasionally, the child of the divine.
All it takes is belief - belief in the Fae, belief in the rumors, belief in the iron around your fingers and the salt in your pockets - belief in what will and will not work, belief in the world around you and the one that you cannot see - and belief in your own kind of magic.

I believed hard enough in the divine touching me - and, maybe, roped a child of the Fae into speaking it into truth - that maybe they did.
And now I never leave the house with my eyes unburdened by gold, without my fingers wrapped in a carefully picked pattern of gold and iron rings, without the glitter of divinity speckling my skin, without the pride in myself decorating my features, inspired by someone who won’t use her roommates’ iron cutlery anymore.

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kuroken; don’t call kenma lazy in front of kuroo. just—don’t.

for @dgalerab - idk if someone beat me to it but i too, like kuroo, would defend kenma to the depths of hell and beyond,,


They’re eating lunch when it happens. It’s just the two of them today, Kuroo nabbing a random vacant chair to join Kenma at his desk because the second year doesn’t feel like moving. Or talking. Or really anything, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

Kuroo talks for the both of them, one of his notebooks open next to his bento as he drops broccoli into Kenma’s box when he thinks the other boy isn’t looking. Kenma has his phone out, but he’s barely scrolling through it. Instead, he’s steadily picking through his lunch, silently taking in Kuroo’s babbling about some sort of revelation in the chemistry world. He hums every now and then to let Kuroo know he’s listening. It’s almost peaceful, as familiar this scene was.

Then, of course, one of Kenma’s classmates, a tall kid with glasses whose name Kenma can never bother to remember, has to go and make a snide remark about him, just loud enough for most everyone in the classroom can hear. 

“There’s no way he made the starting line up without kissing ass. I mean, if Kozume’s lazy ass can be a starter, then what does that say about our volleyball team, right?”

Kuroo falls silent immediately, fingers clenching his chopsticks so hard Kenma’s afraid they’ll break. He wants to say something, or run away, or tell Kuroo to ignore them, but he can’t. He just hunches further into his sweater.

“Excuse me,” Kuroo says, turning in his chair. His tone is light, almost conversational, but his eyes are the sharp kind of dangerous when he plays against opponents that don’t play nice. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The kid sniffs, and Kenma isn’t sure if he should be in awe of his classmate for being so undaunted when there’s a large scary third year glaring him down. “I said, i don’t understand how Kozume is on the team. He doesn’t talk, he’s creepy, and he’s lazy—”

“Kuro,” Kenma says quietly, but his friend doesn’t hear him. Kenma can only watch on nervously, fingers twitching around his phone. The whole classroom is watching the exchange with varying degrees of alarm.

Kuroo finally stands, stretching to his full height. He easily looms over the other kid. “Have you ever gone to a game of ours?” he says, staring the kid down. “Do you even know what volleyball is? How it’s a team sport? How each member carries their own weight, how each team relies on its setter? Have you ever seen Kenma play? Do you know that he’s our setter, the setter who is currently carrying us to nationals? Do you know how much time he puts into studying other teams’ plays, how long he stays for extra practice with all of us, individually? Do you?”

The other kid has the sense of gulp. He pushes on his glasses, glancing away from Kuroo, but not even his friends are willing to help him out of that. Kenma understands. Kuroo is real scary when he needs to be.

“If you want to talk shit about Nekoma Volleyball Club, fine,” Kuroo says, tilting his head so his too-long bangs throw shadows over his narrow eyes. “But let’s see you come to an actual game first, huh? There’s a practice match this Saturday. I invite you.” 

Kenma watches sweat gather on the poor kid’s forehead. But Kuroo isn’t done.

“And if you ever dare call Kenma lazy again,” says Kuroo, leaning forwards until the kid has to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. “We’ll be having another nice chat. Understood?”

The kid swallows audibly. He manages a strangled Y-yes, and then Kuroo is settling back next to Kenma, picking up his chopsticks and continuing his spiel about some unique chemical bond only found in space as if nothing happened. The noise level in the classroom picks up again, and Kenma puts down his phone.

He doesn’t say anything, but when he knocks his knee against Kuroo’s and feels the other boy press back gently, he knows he doesn’t need to.

Chapter I | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here! Please read the prologue first!

Song for the Playlist - Flowers In The Window by Travis

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Word Count - 9000..ish

“You are. That’s why all the girls love you.”

“Ah, well, none of them are as special as my home girl right here.”

“See, now you’re just being silly,” she shook her head.

“Nah, I’m not. You’re number one. Me and you? We’re down for life.”

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Thigh riding (Woozi)

Smut.


Work had been stressful for you recently, with assignments, meetings and the like piling up one after another, and now that they were all behind (for the time being), all you wanted to do was let go after weeks and weeks of stress and nothing but work, work and work.

So you had decided to go to a club with two of your best friends. It was surprisingly empty for a Friday night, but you didn’t mind: you didn’t particularly enjoy huge masses of people anyway.

Having left your jackets at the cloakroom, you and your friends went straight to the bar and ordered whatever your hearts desired. While enjoying your drinks, you looked around.

“So, Y/N,” one of your friends began and smiled at you. “What do you want to do tonight?”

You looked thoughtful as you sipped your drink, and slowly moved your gaze from the dancefloor to your friend. “Dancing is a must, otherwise I don’t mind as long as it’s fun.”

Your other friend cheered in excitement. “Leave it to us, it’ll be a fun night alright!”

And that it really was - you couldn’t remember having smiled and laughed that much during the past two weeks combined. You talked a lot with your friends, met new people who you had fun with, and like you had wished, danced.

At first, you danced with your friends, but at some point you felt someone bump into you. Upon turning around to look at the person, you were met with a small, embarrassed smile from a guy who pointed behind him. “Sorry, my friends are idiots and thought pushing me into you was a good idea.”

You quirked your eyebrow and looked at the two laughing men behind him, and giggled. “It’s fine, really. I didn’t fall, after all, did I?”

The male grinned. “Luckily, you didn’t. Anyway, my name is Jihoon.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said with a bright smile, and with the song changing into one of your favorites - and a very sensual one, at that - you licked your lips. “Do you want to dance?”

There was something in your gaze and the way you said the words that made Jihoon swallow, but he really didn’t know why he would refuse, especially when he was still slightly bummed at his friends, so he found himself nodding, and soon later, dancing very closely with you.

It almost took you aback how much chemistry there seemed to be with the two of you from early on, even if physical. His body felt toned and all around good as it was pressed against yours and moved along to the rhythm of the music. You danced together for a few songs, during some pressed more closely to each other than you normally would with anyone - yet you wished you could’ve been even closer to him - and during some just having fun and letting go as you moved about, turning around and joking with each other.

Jihoon had unbuttoned some of his dark red button-down by the end of your dances together, and if he had looked attractive before, he looked sinfully gorgeous then. While dancing, you had taken a better look at him, too: he had handsome features, and with his killer smile and shy yet somehow confident aura, he was your type in more ways than one. It was only a plus that he danced well, wasn’t afraid to hold you, and most of all, managed to make you laugh.

After dancing, you found your ways to the bar and started talking more, with drinks in front of you. It was mostly casual chit-chatting with some very flirtatious undertones, and the longer you talked, the touchier your found yourself getting, your hand flying to Jihoon’s arm more and more often, feeling up the slightly defined muscles through the crisp material of his shirt. Not that his hand would’ve left your thigh once it had settled on it, either, though.

Eventually you found yourself leaning closer to him, and when he didn’t do anything to pull away, pressed your lips to his, curious and a bit reserved. However, when Jihoon kissed you back passionately, all reservedness of yours flew out of the window, and your hand on his arm tightened a little.

Some minutes later, Jihoon swallowed and squeezed your leg before turning to look at you, his eyes the slightest bit darker than they had been a bit earlier. “I’m sorry if this sounds pushy, but would you like to just–”

“Take this to your place? Gladly,” you said without waiting for Jihoon to finish his sentence, but judging by the grin that spread to his lips, you concluded you had been correct about where his question was headed to. His hand lingered on your thigh for a while longer, as if he didn’t really want to let go.

“Shall we go, then?” he asked while standing up, and with excitement pooling inside of you, you nodded and followed him to the cloakroom, from where you retrieved your jackets. You sent a message to your friends, who you had been separated from around the time Jihoon bumped into you, and told them that you’d be spending the night with him, just so that they wouldn’t get worried about you at a later time. Not waiting for a reply, you put your phone into your purse and followed Jihoon out of the club, your hand reaching for his while he tried to get the two of you a cab.

“Do you live far?” you inquired when a cab finally pulled by, and opening the door, Jihoon smiled at you.

“Not that far, maybe five, ten minutes away,” he said and motioned for you to get in the car, and so you did. He joined you on the backseat of the cab and gave the driver his address before turning back to you, his hand absentmindedly finding its way to your leg again. You scooted a little closer to Jihoon, placing your hand on his leg, too, and squeezed it.

“You should know I don’t do this very often,” you said quietly and looked into his eyes, just as deep and lustful as your own. Considering you had indeed not done things like that too often, it all felt incredibly good and familiar with him. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned a bit closer to you.

“Me neither,” he whispered, his eyes slowly falling down to your lips, and all it took was another breath for you to lean in for a kiss, needy from the very second your lips met his.

He replied to the kiss almost immediately, his hand squeezing your thigh and moving slightly higher on it while his other hand found your neck, cupping it gently. You teased his lips with your tongue and grinned when you heard Jihoon sigh, only a moment before he parted his lips and let your tongue into his mouth. Needless to say, things were getting heated, and they got heated fast.

Had it not been for the voice at the backs of your heads nagging at you, reminding that you were in a cab, you would’ve probably gone a lot further than you ended up going, which was nothing but making out with some good caresses over the clothes that allowed you to feel how hard Jihoon was while he felt you up over your clothes, although his fingers did slide under your skirt as well.

“Excuse me, we’ve arrived,” the cab driver said after clearing his throat when the car had indeed stopped, and turned to face you with a disinterested face, as if it was perfectly normal for him to see his customers all over each other on the backseat. Then again, it probably was.

You got off Jihoon’s lap, which you were half on and, giggling, waited for him to pay for the ride before you both got out of the cab. It didn’t take you long to get to his apartment in the sixth floor of the apartment complex, and as soon as he had shut the door behind himself, you found yourself pressed against the wall next to the door.

“Straight to the point,” you said with a grin when you felt Jihoon’s hands on your legs, sliding up them and under your skirt, while his lips latched onto your neck. He hummed, whereas your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of him kissing and sucking lightly on your skin, and with his hands on your ass, it was impossible not to grind into him, if only a little.

“I think we’re both just as impatient,” he chuckled against your neck when he felt you pushing against his crotch, and began trailing kisses a bit lower on your chest. Wetness was pooling between your legs already, and you knew for a fact that Jihoon had been hard for a good while as well. Impatience felt like an understatement, really, because you were downright desperate.

You got your hand in Jihoon’s blond hair and tugged at it lightly, so that he pulled back and looked into your eyes. Biting your lip playfully, you placed your other hand on Jihoon’s chest and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Where’s your couch?”

A grin spread to his lips as he tilted his head to the left, where you figured his living room was located. “It’s right there.”

You just nodded, and instead of saying anything more, pulled him into a kiss from his collar, during which you began stumbling to the living room, desperately trying to get both yourself and him out of your clothes as you went. It was your pleasure to unbutton his shirt until the end and slide it off his arms, because what you were met with was a lot more muscle than you had expected, and you couldn’t help but let your fingers trace down his abs and play with the trail of black hair leading to his boxers.

“That kind of tickles,” Jihoon said with a lopsided grin as he sat down on the couch and pulled you down with him. You chuckled and sat on his lap, looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

“Not my problem,” you muttered before slowly closing the distance between your lips, while your hand moved down his stomach to his boxers, where you palmed him through the fabric. Jihoon grunted against your lips and unhooked your strapless bra, and after tossing it away, easily slid his hand into your panties from the back. You jolted at the touch, and when you felt his fingers moving around in your wetness, you moaned, and the sound Jihoon let out wasn’t far from that, either.

“You’re soaked, baby,” he mumbled into the kiss, while you let out a slightly frustrated sound.

“I know, and if you don’t mind, you could do something about it,” you whined, trying to grind against his fingers a little, which in all honesty was incredibly satisfying yet not exactly what you wanted. Sliding your hand into Jihoon’s boxers, you took a firm grip on his cock and stroked it slowly. “God, I really need you to fuck me.”

“I can’t wait to,” Jihoon said with a breathy gasp when your palm went over the head of his length, and continued exploring your wet pussy with his fingers. You spent a while like that, with you stroking him slowly and him being so close to fingering you that eventually you just told him to go for it. While one of his fingers slowly slid into you, you bent down and pulled his boxers down enough for his cock to be free, standing up hard and proud, with some pre-cum smeared around it.

You looked at his length with such adoring hunger that Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle while his finger moved in and out of you steadily. “That’s all you can think of right now, isn’t it?”

“Pretty much,” you sighed and leaned down, pressing kisses along the shaft in your hand. Jihoon was fairly well endowed, which you were infinitely grateful for, and apparently fit pretty perfectly in your mouth.

Upon feeling you take him into your mouth and your tongue swirling around the head of his length, Jihoon threw his head back and grunted. His voice sounded the slightest bit unsteady as he spoke with another finger teasing your entrance. “That’s a good girl.”

You hummed around him, which prompted another deep grunt from Jihoon that went straight to your core and had you clenching a little around his fingers. When you felt the second finger enter, you let out a satisfied sigh and took as much of him into your mouth as you could before pulling back up, a thin trail of saliva connecting your puffy lips to his cock, glistening with the mix of your saliva and his pre-cum.

Jihoon’s gaze was almost burning when you looked at him, and his fingers never ceased moving inside of you. You were certain your juices were just about everywhere at that point, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and his fingers came to a halt. You frowned a little. “…I forgot I ran out of condoms.”

It felt like a rough blow of cold wind straight into your face, and you found yourself blinking. “Are you saying you have none?”

Jihoon seemed a bit embarrassed as he nodded, although it was obvious he was just as disappointed as you were. “Do you have any?”

“No,” you sighed heavily, and once Jihoon had pulled his fingers out, moved to sit next to him on the couch, the dark leather of it cool against your warm skin. “I wasn’t planning for this to happen, and I’ve been too busy lately to even think about keeping one in my bag.”

For a moment you sat silently, you with your arms slightly crossed by your chest and Jihoon with his hand on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into it. He hummed, and you felt his hand move up your leg slowly. “Well… I know we were both looking forward to something else, but we could still do other stuff.”

By the end of his sentence, Jihoon’s hand was already on your crotch, and you couldn’t help but buck against it, desperate for the friction. You uncrossed your arms and placed one hand on the couch and another on Jihoon’s hand, giving him a small grin. “I like the sound of that.”

You got out of your panties, which left you naked, and got Jihoon’s boxers off him, too. Standing on your knees above his lap, you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him, straight in the eye, practically eye-fucking him, while his finger massaged your clit in slow, utterly satisfying circles, with you slowly grinding into his finger.

Jihoon chuckled, half-joking as he spoke. “If you want to ride something, I do have two thighs.”

You froze for a second, then let your eyes fall down to his legs - a quiet gasp left your lips when you saw just how nice those two thighs happened to be. “Well, if you don’t mind…”

He just shook his head with a lopsided grin while you moved about until his left thigh was between your legs and you were lowering yourself onto it with Jihoon’s hand on your hip. “Just go for it, baby.”

And you did, moaning as your wet pussy met his cool thigh and you moved for the first time. It was just the friction you needed. He watched you in curiosity, taking in just how swiftly your hips were moving and how erect your nipples were right on his face level, which was also why he was unable to hold himself back when he brought his lips to your breasts and began kissing them.

“That feels good,” you mumbled through your quiet moans as you continued grinding on his thigh at a steady pace, the feeling of his lips moving on your breasts and wrapping around your nipple every now and then only making you that much wetter and needier.

“That was the point,” Jihoon muttered into your skin and continued giving your breasts the kind of attention that infinitely fueled your desire.

You loved the way his thigh felt against you: the way Jihoon would occasionally tensen it so that it felt more solid; the way your clit rubbed into it; the way it was just that much better than using an inanimate object, even if you couldn’t really compare them in the first place. On occasion Jihoon would also shake his leg a little, which always had your breath hitching and your nails digging into his shoulders.

And just as much, he loved watching you, knowing it was his thigh giving you so much pleasure, and especially when it was something he did that clearly made you feel good, he felt a surge of pride inside of him. Naturally it was also something he greatly appreciated that you looked incredibly hot while so needy and so open about it (although he had thought you were hot for the whole night).

From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand start to move closer to his cock, but you grinned and took a hold of it before he could. He gave you a surprised look, but you merely shook your head with a small, playful smirk taking over your features. “Let me.”

He definitely didn’t mind, and so you began stroking him more or less in time with your movements on his leg, and felt his fingers dig a little into your hips as his breathing grew heavier.

“Holy fuck,” Jihoon hissed and let his head fall back and his eyes fall shut while he was overcome with pleasure, both from being touched by you and knowing just how horny you were, right on his lap. Your hand felt heavenly on his length, soft skin on soft skin, and whenever your thumb gently slid over the head of his cock or dipped into the slit, his hips bucked up a little, also resulting in his thigh rubbing into your pussy in a completely new way.

You grinned at his reaction, which he was so obviously unable to hold back, and let your forehead fall against his shoulder as you rode his thigh desperately, your body jolting whenever your clit got just the right kind of a rub. As you got closer to your orgasm, further assisted by Jihoon’s hands that were roaming on your body, it was impossible for you to be quiet. Jihoon’s lips spread to a grin when he could hear the quiet, breathy “Yes”es coming from you and felt your hand get sloppier on his cock.

“Let me help you out a little,” he said, voice raspy and deep, and slid one of his hands down from where it had been on your breast, all the way down to your crotch. You bit down on your lower lip with a whimper when his forefinger pressed into your swollen, sensitive clit, and began massaging it in fast circles.

But it wasn’t enough for you, which Jihoon learned when you, with the most commanding tone you could muster (which in all honesty wasn’t that difficult when you were so close to and so desperate to come), told him to finger you instead.

His hips bucked up at your command, and he for the first time moaned at the feeling of himself moving in your fist. Jihoon moved his hand from your front to your back, and when you adjusted your hips a little, he easily caught some of your wetness to his fingers before easing the first, and soon the second finger into you.

And oh how badly he wished it was his cock inside of you instead, because that was just how temptingly hot and wet you were.

With Jihoon’s fingers moving inside of you fluidly, riding his thigh felt even better. You could barely hold your moans back at all at that point, and instead you allowed the pending orgasm finally start washing over you, while you also stroked Jihoon with a delicious twist of your wrist.

“I’m coming,” you were able to whimper into Jihoon’s shoulder right as you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach open and your core clenching around his fingers, your legs shutting a little by instinct as you released. It was that, joined by your palm moving on the head of his cock, that had Jihoon ejaculating soon, too, his cum covering your fingers and some of his lower stomach while he let out a long, satisfied grunt.

“That was,” he breathed, slowly sliding his fingers out of you and sucking them clean with an approving hum, grinning a bit tiredly afterwards, “a lot better than expected, after the condom catastrophe.”

“It was,” you chuckled and remained in place, slowly moving your hand from Jihoon’s cock to your mouth before licking it clean from his release, his eyes following you intently.

You were panting as you leaned into him, your legs shaky underneath you and your pussy quivering against his sticky thigh. Jihoon stroked your back absentmindedly, and you loved the way it felt. When you had caught your breath, you swallowed. “So… is this a one night kind of a thing, or…”

Jihoon chuckled, at which you pulled back so that you could see his face. His eyes scanned you, and at the end he quirked his eyebrow meaningfully. “Not to be disgusting or anything, but I still want to nail you, so I’m hoping for at least a two night kind of a thing.”

It was impossible not to smile at his comment, so your lips curved into a wide smile as you stroked his hair with your fingers. “You’re lucky the feeling is mutual, because otherwise that wouldn’t have sounded good at all.”

He shrugged and grinned, and you leaned down to kiss him, right on time to hear the wall clock of one of his neighbor’s hit 2am.

“Can I sleep over?” you asked quietly, your forehead resting against Jihoon’s, and felt him smile against your lips.

“I don’t mind.”


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What You Deserve

Originally posted by trevanterhodes

Imagine: You and bucky develop a close relationship when you join the team, but it’s put to the test when he accidentally hurts you

warnings: smut, choking (tragically not the sexual kind), angsty if thats a warning? 

a/n: buckle up y’all this is a long one, like 5.3k words long (yikes i know i got really carried away okay) I’m really sorry if it gets typo-y at the end, i’ve been working on this all day and my head hurts and i want to get it out for you guys so i didn’t proof read please for give me. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

When you joined the Avengers, you didn’t expect to fall in love. Save the world? Sure. But falling in love was most definitely not on you radar, at least not until you met a certain boy with a mess of brown hair and striking blue eyes.

Bucky was your first friend when you moved into the compound. You were more on the quiet side, very unlike your other team members, who were a rambunctious bunch. It’s what drew you and Bucky together, staying behind while everyone else went out to a club or party.

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