@therealjacksepticeye ‘s tour in Chicago was absolutely incredible. I cannot believe he was able to answer one of my questions that I wanted to ask at the Q & A. I was so nervous to ask, but after I did he was so calm and gave a real and honest answer. I honestly cannot believe even now that I was able to talk to him, it’s insane!
But the show after the Q & A was incredible as well. Everything felt down to Earth. I felt like he was truly speaking from his heart at times during the show, and I think others felt that way too. I remember at one point during the show, it was almost completely silent. No cheering or even talking, just Jack and the crowd listening to what he had to say.
I laughed, I cheered, I smiled from ear to ear. Thank you so much Jack. This experience meant the world to me.
“No, sorry Lance I can’t hang. I’m out of town for the week. Sorry dude.” Pidge sounded far away on the phone. That was alright, she was always busy anyway. He’d called Shiro then.
“Nope. Sorry Lance. Keith and I are out of town.”
“For how long?”
“About a week?” That was cool. They were probably sucking face anyway, he didn’t need to be there for that.
“Allura do you wanna go to-”
“Lance, stop calling everyone. They told you, we’re out of town.” She cut him off rather harshly. Lance could hear someone say her name in the background to which she responded with a “what?”
“Wait, where are you guys?”
Allura came back to the phone and answered him as if he should have already known. “On a cruise. We’ll be back in a week. Lance we’ve been planning this for a month so if you could–”
“WAIT YOU LEFT ME OUT OF A CRUISE?! WHAT THE HELL ALLURA?!” Lance yelled into his phone. “Put me on speaker.” His mind ran in circles over all the reasons they left him out of a trip.
“Lance, can you chill? We didn’t think you’d want to come.” He could practically hear Keith roll his eyes.
“What gave you that impression?” Lance caught his voice wavering with each word he spoke. He was upset they left him out of a cruise and didn’t even tell him they were going in the first place. They purposely did this to him.
“Well we’re going to Cuba and we know how much you complain about the heat and bugs so we just thought you wouldn’t want to go.” Keith answered.
Lance nearly dropped the phone. He was in complete and utter shock.
He put the phone back to his ear and started cursing them out in Spanish feeling his fingers cramp from clutching the phone so hard now.
“Woah- Lance slow down what are you saying?!” Shiro’s voice was clear.
“I WAS BORN IN CUBA YOU DICKS.” He finally said with the tears choking him. He wheezed and coughed. “I have family in Cuba! And you’re going on a fucking cruise?! You didn’t ask me!”
“Lance we didn’t know-”
“BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED. Hunk knew– Wait where’s Hunk?” Lance had realized Hunk was the only one who hadn’t spoken to him.
“I’m right here Lance. I asked them why you weren’t coming and they told me you didn’t want to. It was odd but I didn’t call you. I’m sorry.” Hunk tried to explain but everyone knew he was just as guilty as the rest of them.
“Some fucking friends you are.” He almost hung up before he heard Keith one last time.
“Why the fuck are you so upset? Look, we’re sorry, we didn’t know. You can’t blame us–.” Lance never hung up the phone so fast before in his life.
He was angry, he was sad, and most of all he felt abandoned. They didn’t know where he was from despite him always talking about it, they didn’t think he’d want to come because he’d complain?
It doesn’t matter. He’s got other friends he doesn’t need them anyway. He doesn’t…
I translate a little of the Q&A from Alan’s workshop when he talks about Villainous and making Black Hat voice (he is the VA of Black Hat btw)
sorry for the quality, it’s the only one that I can find and if there are some sentences that doesn’t make sense or anything is because Alan was so nervious that he didn’t complete his sentences and he hesitate a lot, and that was so cute! (✿◕‿◕)
if you have any questions just ask, and sorry if I have some grammar errors, I did it by ear and sometimes I translate very literally.
I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know.
My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.
All day and all night I was frustrated. (Y/N) and I had gone to a friend’s wedding yesterday and all night she teased me. From doing simple, innocent things she knows gets me going to running her hand up my thigh under the table. I couldn’t wait to get her home and of course, right when we got home, her ass fell asleep. I knew she had done it on purpose as well. I was going to get her back. I was 100% going to punish her for her actions.
The next day, while she was at work, I decided to go out and get some vibrating panties for her. Tonight we had reservations with a different group of friends and I definitely was going to take advantage of that.
The night had come and (Y/N) was getting ready. I was already dressed up and ready to go but she wasn’t done yet. I walked into the bathroom with the bag in my hand. She sat on her vanity in front of her mirror, putting on her makeup.
“Hey, I bought you a little something to wear under that dress tonight.” I smirked at her, nodding towards her black, wrapped dress she had on.
you have sixty minutes to complete this test. not a minute more, not a minute less. follow the damn rules, for once. answer every question to the best of your ability. if the question is too difficult or even unanswerable, raise your hand and someone will come. (will someone really help? you can never know.) if you need a drink of water, exit the room and enter the first door on your left. try not to drown, the water fountain leaks.
which of the following is not like the others?
a) i peer out of the window of my car, road rules be damned. we’re hitting seventy, maybe eighty, and it almost feels like the wind is trying to blow me out of the car and away, away, away. maybe i want it to.
b) the grass feels warm and supple beneath my bare legs, and i pluck out a dandelion. the earth sighs, but i do not hear. as i draw breath, the wind does my job for me, and the wisps have floated away. i never got to make a wish.
c) i’m at the very top of the rollercoaster, and i’m staring down at the fall before me. the wind tips us over, and i’m light as a feather and i’m falling, and i’m not falling anymore, i’m flying, and my wings skim the top of the lake and i fall again.
d) i’m looking at you again, and the wind seems to have found a home in your eyes. a light wind could blow me away, and maybe it does; maybe i’m as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the wind and just as empty, maybe the sound of the wind against my fingertips is home.
e) the wind is my home, the wind is where i am safe, the wind is all i can hear and my world is disappearing with the wind and my heart is shattering and the pieces are floating away in the wind and there’s something thumping against my chest and it’s the wind; the wind is all i know.
order the following events in chronological order:
- there is nothing here to find. - not all wars are cold. - i can see empires beyond the horizon line. - life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. - the only part of me not buried in ash is you. - the guillotine falls again and again and again. - there is smoke in the air and smoke inside me. - i sign myself away with a stroke of a quill. - our monuments have all crumbled. - we notch our arrows and let fly our bullets. - rise up, rise up, rise up. - how did this happen?
identify which of the following statements are true and which are false:
i. when i bite the my lips i taste blood ii. when i bite yours i taste ichor iii. did you fall from the sky to meet me? iv. or did i rise from the earth to find you? v. yes, i can see it now, i can see it all vi. maybe that’s why everything you touch turns to gold vii. and everything i touch shatters
is there a right answer for anything? or is it just the stars whispering nonsense in your ears, trying to watch you explode like they themselves did so many billions of years ago? is it just the rain hitting the paper? or is it the ink from your standardized 0.7 pilot gel pen spilling out in quicksilver rivulets all around you?
(use mla citations, and use the space below - all 93 billion light-years of space provided must be utilized.)
you have completed the test. congratulations.
this was the easy part. step outside the door to your right, and face the world again. that’s the hard part.
Genre: Demon au (no smut yet lul… not really anyways…)
A/N: Enjoy~! Longest chapter yet, I think :)
“Even better… come fuck me then.”
A shudder erupted through your body and you swore your eyes were going to pop out of your skull and your jaw would be slack permanently. Did he seriously just suggest to fuck him?
“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N.” You were in a complete daze, still in shock that he had so straight forwardly suggested you to fuck him.
You couldn’t process it with Jungkook so close to you. You could feel his hot breath on your face as he whispers quietly in your ear. Your knees were going to buckle any moment and your body felt like it was on fire.
“God I can just imagine what it would be like to touch that body of yours. Y/N, I’d treat you right and treasure every part of you. I’ll make you feel so good. Plus… I’ve always wanted to try it in a classroom…” He snickered.
A/N: this one shot has been in the works for a while and i finally managed to finish it up :-) i hope you all enjoy it! sorry for any typos! feel free to leave your thoughts by my inbox and happy reading! all the love, andrea 💝
There are a lot of things that Y/N loves in the world– enough to fill up entire pages of a book, possibly. Not a thick book, though– no, more like a short chapter book like the ones she used to read back in first grade.
She adores general things, such as her family and friends, along with more specific things, like her cozy knitted blanket and the new season of Supernatural. And then there were the detailed, intimate things, such as popping her sweaters into the drying machine for a few minutes before slipping them on so that they would be toasty for the road, or petting her two-year-old Burmese cat, Sybil, in the curve right behind his left ear and feeling his deep purring against her thighs.
Then there was Harry, which Y/N tended to file under all three categories. For general, she fancies him for his quirky sense of humor and lovingly idiotic personality. For specific, she’d state that she loves the size of his hands because they were huge– big enough that one of his could easily hold both of her wrists together. And for intimate, Y/N has always been fascinated by Harry’s ears. A tad odd, perhaps, but she could never live down how small and adorable they were, and super sensitive, too. Whenever she would bite at them he would always let loose something in between a childish giggle and an anguished whine, signifying how torn he was between the pain and pleasure that derived from that certain area.
However, there is one exact thing that Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to categorize because her attachment to it is simply too much to put into words: riding Harry.
(I’ve spent more time looking for a picture/gif for this than actually writing this. My fingers got a goddamn workout from scrolling for the past couple hours and I swear I’ve seen every BBH pic on the internet now. Just think about that chair as the dining room table chair, and he’s got the smirk I guess so… here)
genre: smut, fluff, friend!au,
warning: Eating out, graphic smut, A (kind of) HELLA TWIST, Baekhyun still being a goddamn tease like always.
length: I guess It’s a pretty good length
Authors note: SO THE SMUT BEGINS. A lot of you requested that the smut begins in this chapter, but a lot of you also requested that it didn’t so I thought I would meet you guys half way and give you something a little spicy to hold you off till the next chapter. Please don’t be afraid to leave recommendations or requests for what you want to see in later chapters in my ask box along with other smuts, fluffs, reactions, etc. Enjoy!
Oh no, oh no. You’ve been sleep talking since you were about ten years old, and everything that ever comes out is either gibberish, or your actual thoughts, especially when asked questions.
You laugh, although it comes off shakier than you would have liked. “Oh yeah, I once had a twenty minute conversation with my mom about why fidget spinners caused the cold war.” You walk towards the dining room table, trying to put on the best poker face you can manage, “wh-what did I say?” Good job y/n, now he knows you’re nervous.
He gives a little chuckle then slowly glides towards you, sitting in the seat just opposite. “We’ll…” he looks to the ceiling as if he’s trying to remember. “At first you were randomly talking about ‘the large cheeto man with a comb over’ and I assumed that you meant Donald Trump, so I asked you if you were talking about Donald Trump you said, 'Ah yes, he is a very large cheeto indeed.’” He takes a sip of his soda, “And when you answered my first question, I thought I might as well ask you some other questions.” Your eyes are wide and fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of the wooden chair. He see’s your panicked expression and gives you a sweet smile, continuing. “So I asked you, 'What’s your favorite thing about Baekhyun?’” Oh my god, OH MY GOD. “And you immediately said 'his smile’ and I thought that was really adorable, but then you sleepishly decided to continue,” You grip your chair harder, knuckles turning white. “'His smile, and oh god his hands? have you seen his hands? They’re sculpted by God himself, just like the rest of his body. But that smile, that smile is the best goddamn thing on this Earth. Oh and his singing voice. I can listen to him sing to me for the rest of my life.’” You slouch down in your chair, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact from the everlasting embarrassment that is now engorging you. “And when you’re finally finished about going on and on about my smile and how you can look at it all day and night, I asked, 'So what do you think about Baekhyun as a person?’ and you hesitated for a second so I thought you were awake,” he laughs “but then you rambled about how I was an ass for like 5 years to you and then you said,” You hear him take a sip, this time his voice turns a little more serious as he continues. You can practically feel his eyes burning through you even with yours being closed. “'Baekhyun is easy to fall in love with, especially when he’s your neighbor.’” Your eyes shoot open and meet with his immediately, “'The Baekhyun you fall in love with isn’t the Baekhyun that is an asshole to you everyday, but the Baekhyun you see behind his window. The Baekhyun that you see smiling and singing and being himself from a distance.’” You’re in shock, you didn’t even know you could comprehend sentences while you’re sleep talking, let alone confess this hardcore to Baekhyun. “It gave me quite a shock I do have to admit,” he gives you a nervous laugh.
You squeeze your eyes shut again in pure embarrassment, “Baekhyun you weren’t supposed to hear any of that I’m sorry.” Your words come out fast and high pitched.
“It’s okay, really. I just thought it was funny?” He gives you a little shrug before you stand, heading towards the fridge for some orange juice, your throat is extremely dry.
Baekhyun trails behind you so he can sit at the kitchen island, “Is my smile really that great?” You hear him say playfully behind you.
“Yah! Baek shut up!” You say turning around to give him a dirty look, though it comes off more innocent than anything, you look more like a pissed off 7 year old.
“Baek? I like that.” He smiles widely, obviously trying to smile as much as he can now.
You roll your eyes at him and pour yourself a glass of orange juice drinking it slowly so you can coat your dry throat.
“So you actually wanted to die when I walked out of the bathroom in only a towel?”
You choke on your orange juice.
“You said that you wanted to die when I came out of the bathroom because 'his body is so heavenly I had to run to the room just to get some air.’” He says in a mock voice, “OH! And I knew that you were staring at me while I slept the other night! You admitted it!”
You didn’t even know what to do. Do you run? Or laugh along? No, instead your body decides to do the most extra thing it can think of by squatting down behind the counter so he couldn’t see you.
“Ah it’s okay y/n, I know my lips are plump and exquisite under the moonlight.”
“Oh my god.” Was all you could whisper to yourself.
When you stood up from your awkward counter squat, your face was as red as a tomato.
“I didn’t think you found me so hot y/n.” He winks at you, taking another long sip from his soda.
You took a long sigh and looked skyward. Why the hell is this happening to you? This could have happened any other time, but no, it had to happen when you’re stuck in a cabin with Baekhyun for another 4 days.
“I’m gonna um… take a nap.” You say, pointing in the direction of the room before dragging your body down the hallway.
Just as you entered and started to close it, Baekhyun squeezed through and pushed you up against the door with one hand, the other settling right next to your head, trapping you.
“I wasn’t finished.” His voice came out deeper than usual.
He pushed towards you, lips almost touching as he whispered, “Did you like watching me get off to you?” You gasp and quickly look down at the floor.
He moves his head to the right, attaching his loft lips to your neck.
Your body is completely still, unable to move even if you wanted to.
He continues, “You kept going on about how nice my 'long thick cock looked in my hand as I was pulling it at the thought of you.’” The hand that was placed next to your head starts brushing your hair out of the way so he could lick up the shell of your ear, stopping to slowly suck on your lobe, “You were touching yourself on the other side of the door while you watched me cum at the thought of you?"Your thighs clench hard under the sound of his voice in your ear.
"Well?” He leaves an open mouth kiss on the spot under your ear, “Is it true?” Not know what else to say, you nod your head and whisper a slow, “yes.”
His lips are on yours. His kiss is soft yet dominating as he licks your lower lip asking for entrance. Your tongues start battling for dominance, eventually submitting to him.
You thread your hands through his brown locks as he pulls your waist against him, clashing your bodies together. You submit completely into his touch, growing impatient as the feeling of his member becomes more and more prominent on your thigh.
Lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He turns around and starts to walk towards the bed laying you down, resting in between your open legs as you continue your rough make out.
Both hands start to travel up your shirt, slowly lifting it to see how you would react, “can I?” He breaths, breaking away from your lips for only a second. As soon as you nod the cloth is discarded from your body and thrown somewhere in the room in one swift movement.
He starts kissing down your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, sucking lightly in places and swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin.
“Baekhyun.” You whimpered impatiently.
He gave your collarbones on last kiss before moving down to your bra. His right hand dug underneath you and unclasped it, removing it as swiftly as your shirt.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He says lightly before taking your right nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your mouth, arching against him as he uses his hand to need the other. He took your nipple in between his teeth, biting down only slightly so you would get a mixture of both pleasure and sweet pain, earning him a loud moan from you before doing the same to the other.
He starts to move downwards, placing open mouth kisses on your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.
He looks up at you for approval, his fingers rubbing up and down your sides, similarly to how he was doing in the lake earlier this morning.
You nod rapidly “Yes, Baek please.”
His long fingers hook in the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, keeping eye contact with you. His hands caress your thighs, opening them so now his face was only inches away from your core.
He smirks up at you, seeing just how badly you want him by the pool of wetness showing through your panties. You squirm at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your clit.
“So wet. Is this all for me?” He smirks while pulling your panties down your legs.You whimper an almost silent yes, anticipating his next move. He kisses your inner thighs, giving them small bites occasionally, marking you. He licks your outer lips up and down, never coming in contact with where you need him most.
“Baekhyun,” you pant “stop teasing, please.” lifting your hips in the slightest.
His deep laugh radiates through you “so needy.”
You sit up on your elbows, eyes fluttering shut when he finally gives your nub a small kiss, licking a stripe from your slit up, sweeping his tongue side to side as he reaches your clit.
You moan, hips bucking up to meet his face. He smirks up at you before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pin you down. You fall back against the pillow as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.
Moans and Baekhyun’s name tumble out of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut feeling only the pleasure his mouth is bringing you while grabbing a fist full of his hair, earning you a deep groan from him.
He adds a finger, entering it half way before pulling it out again. You whine, looking down at him, eyes pleading for him to stop teasing. He complies by entering his long finger, curling it immediately to hit your spot. You gasp at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he adds a second digit. His fingers work fast, going in and out at a speed that matches with his tongue movements on your clit. Your moans become louder and louder, sweat and euphoria coat your body, feeling a heat begin to rise in your stomach.
“B-Baekhyun I-I-I’m gonna…” you can barely get the words out. He takes his other hand and spreads your lips wider so your clit is isolated before sucking hard and bringing his tongue down in circles, giving you that last push to cum. Screaming his name, your orgasm rips through you, your body feeling only pure ecstasy. His lips and fingers continue, riding out your orgasm before driving you over the edge.
“Too-too much.” You whimper out, grabbing his hand.
He stops his movements, moving up your body to catch your lips. He sucks and bites down on your lower lip, pulling away slightly. He grabs your leg, wrapping it around his waist so he could press his clothed member against you. You moan into his mouth, feeling how hard he is.
In a sudden moment you hear the familiar click of the front door being unlocked and pushed open.
You both look at each other with panic.
With energy it seems like you harnessed from the sun, you roll off the bed and put on your clothes in light speed.
You turn to Baekhyun while hopping into your shorts “Stay here and pretend like you’re taking a nap.” You whisper.
He gives you a wink and a thumbs up before climbing into bed, turning away from the door.
You walk down the hallway into the living room to see your mom looking down at the mess you and Baekhyun had forgotten to clean last night sitting on the coffee table.
She looks up at you. “Hi sweetheart.” moving towards you to embrace you in a hug.
“Hi mom." You say while trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice as you hug her back, "I thought you guys were gonna stay for the retreat?” You give her the most innocent look you can possibly make.
She smiles, “Yeah, we still are. I just wanted to come and check up on you guys, make sure you’re okay. And I forgot my phone charger here and have been having to use your fathers, so I might as well come get that too.”
“Yeah were doing fine.” Steady your breath y/n. “Baekhyun’s asleep.” You say, giving a fake eye roll.
“Has he lightened up? You know, since we left?” The concern in her protruding through her smile, “I’m sorry, I know you two really don’t get along.”
"Yeah yeah don’t worry Mom, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”
A/N: Wow! Another series has come to an end and WHAT a whirlwind of emotions this story has been?! Boy did it fuck up my bias list too XD. GAH! I hope you all love this as much as I do! thanks for the overwhelming love and support you give me. i appreciate every single one of you. THANK YOU @kpopimagi for the AMAZING Edit! :DDDD
Sportacus took a large chunk of metal off of one of Robbie’s
lab tables, experimentally tossing it from hand to hand.
“Is this important?” he asked, wiggling it at
“Nope, fidget away,” Robbie waved an arm in his
direction, occupied with finding himself some CAKE.
Sportacus smiled and spun it around in his hands, threw it
in the air and caught it, and then accidentally tossed it across the lair.
“Shit, sorry,” he said apologetically, starting to
run over to where it clanged to the ground, “I’ll get it.”
Robbie froze, and he stumbled backwards for a moment as his
worldview completely shattered. SPORTACUS just CURSED.
Once he had blinked himself back into some semblance of
brain function, he vigorously wiggled a finger in his ear, mind working quickly.
Were his ears deceiving him, or did he REALLY hear-
just-did you just say a bad word, Sportapure?”
he asked cautiously.
Sportacus shrugged, returning with the piece of metal.
“Yeah, I guess. Haven’t you ever
heard me swear before?”
“NO I haven’t!”
Robbie said accusatorily. Why was he
being so…cavalier? “I thought you were…I don’t know, MORALLY OPPOSED
“Well,” Sportacus said, placing the piece back on
the table, “I do not swear in front of the kids, obviously. But, we are both adults here, and I am certain that none of the kids are going to pop up down HERE, so I can…drop the filter.” he smiled.
“I-I-” Robbie garbled, trying to reconcile what he
just heard with what he knew about this…paragon of virtue.
It must have been contorting his face in some sort of
interesting way, because Sportacus tilted his head. “Are you okay,
“This-this-” Robbie gestured everywhere,
“-whole FUCKING TIME I’ve been
CENSORING MYSELF around you AND NOW YOU JUST-”
Sportacus’ jaw dropped. “You’ve been CENSORING
YOURSELF? For me?” he asked
incredulously before he burst into laughter.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY, SPORTAFLOP!!” Robbie
near-screamed over the sound of his laughter. “I thought you would be
OFFENDED!! Because you’re such a…HERO type!! STOP LAUGHING!!”
Sportacus was doubled over in a fit of mirth.
“All-all this time,” he said, wiping his eyes and
letting out the rest of the breath as a laugh, “You thought I couldn’t
handle a few bad words?” he let out a couple more chuckles. "Oh…fuck, that’s so funny.“
Every time Sportacus swore it sent a jolt of surprise
"I-you-uh??” he stuttered, flustered.
Sportacus walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Looks like I’M not the one you had to worry about, eh Robbie?” he
said, mustache twitching with the effort of keeping his composure.
“Go to hell, Sporta-SportaFUCK,” Robbie snarled.
Sportacus just put up a finger gun at him with his free hand.
“Nice one,” he complimented, winking.
He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle … but he was
also Littlefinger, the lord she’d known at King’s Landing, smiling slyly
and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei’s ear.
Niccolò Machiavelli, Lorenzo Bartolini + Petyr Baelish, Game of Thrones
can i request a ten, taeyong, and haechan neighbour au?? hehe i really love your writing a lot < 3
ten’s birthday is next week, so here’s a kind of early gift to all you ten stans!! and of course, taeyong and haechan stans~（´・｀ ）♡ find mark + jaehyun (here)
he throws parties on the weekends and practices guitar on the weekdays while also getting REALLY R E A L L Y into nba 2k17,,,,,,
especially if johnny comes over like the two of them cannot shuttup and neighbors always have to go over and be like “quiet down” and johnny apologizes while ten just sneers and is like “YEAH JOHNNY WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD” and johnny is like “i swear once this door is closed-”
but he’s FUN,,,,,like there is not denying that he’s an entertaining, amusing, and great person like why else would his apartment be basically filled to the brim with people who he probably doesn’t even know all that well
yeah the snacks,,,,,but also like?? ten makes great jokes, he’s good at making everyone feel comfortable, and his dancing: a+
he’s the whole package,,,,,,,,,even though his place is a mess monday morning and he has to practically beg taeyong and jaehyun to come over and help him clean
and he once tried to ask hansol and hansol was like “you brought this on yourself lolololol” and the proceeded to hang up on him whenever ten tried to call him back (real friends are like this tbh)
speaking of which ten has ,,,,, like no idea how to keep his things organized,,,,,,,,because he has so much stuff like every time he leaves his house he’s wearing a brand new outfit
and everyone is like bro you spend way too much money on clothes,,,,,why do you need so much and ten is like Firstly: it’s fashion you Wouldn’t Get It,,,,,,,,secondly someone stole some of my pants from my last party ok leave it alone
but his apartment itself is pretty cool, like somehow he got mark to ask renjun to come over and paint on his wall and it turned out really cool and ten’s the type to have fancy stuff for no reason like did you really need to buy a lamp that looks like a chandelier and ten is like yeah i did bye
cute lil secret: he keeps letters from his parents back in thailand in a shoebox in his locked closet so it’s safe because it’s the one thing he refuses to lose,,,,,,,,,,,
but you know ten if not because you have to listen to the music he blasts at each of his parties and him yell at his friends when they play games but also,,,,,,,,,on multiple occasions
ten has come to you for help
one of the most common is he always ends up needing a place to crash for the night because someone else fell asleep in his bed,,,,,,and his couch,,,,,,,,and on his floor. then there was the time he woke up with his head in a bowl of uneaten ramen and the noodles had gotten stuck in his ear piercings and you had to get them out while ten cried about how gross that was,,,,,and of course the most famous: ten gets tipsy and Emotional and you,,,,,,,well
you listen to him
mind you in the morning when he’s all better ten is just like “hEY thanks for letting me cry and ,,,,,,,,, stuff let’s never talk about this again!!!!”
and you feel bad because ,,,,,,,lmao you’re just his neighbor who also knows his deepest insecurities and fears and it’s like????? you never have the heart to get mad at him for knocking on your door at 2 am
but also,,,,,,you like then ten that is open with his feelings. the ten that cuddles into your arm face first and mumbles that you’re so sweet to him, so kind
but when ten,,,,,,is being his loud, fun self he’s not exactly that person
until you end up being the one in need of help,,,,,knocking on ten’s door at some odd hour and he opens it, shocked to see you and you’re like
“where is your alcohol stash,,,,,,,,give it it to me” and ten slows you down by catching you around the waist and he’s like “are you o-?” and you’re like NOPE IM NOT ,,,,,,give me,,,,,,,,,the,,,,,,,,drinks
but ten isn’t letting you go and he’s like “sit down, tell me whats up” and you grumble that it doesn’t matter, trying to hide behind your hair a bit so he can’t see that you had been crying
but ten just shakes his head and he’s like “c’mon,,,,,i know you listen to me when i come sobbing over to you,,,,,,tell me what it is”
and you’re like “ten,,,,,,,,,,,do you even see me as a friend? or am i just the closest person near you when you have to complain?”
and it’s quiet and ten kind of looks at you, but then he gently pokes the center of your forehead and he’s like “of course you’re my friend,,,,,,to be honest,,,,,,,ive always thought of you as more than that. to me,,,,like i want,,,,,,,want you to be more than a friend but,,,,,,,i know you don’t feel that way so i just wanted to be close to you,,,,,,,,”
and for the first time you’re hearing ten stutter over his words (when he’s not drunk) and you’re like “wait wait wait stop”
and you put your finger to his lips and he’s like ??? and you’re like
“you want me to be more than your friend?” and ten is like ,,,,,,,, “how,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,let me say it like this it’s hard not to fall for the person who pulled ramen out of my earrings for me.”
and you’re blinking a bit, completely forgetting the thing that made you upset because wait. is ten confessing??????
and you’re like “so you like me?” and he’s like “yes, i like you. i thought bothering you all the time made that obvious”
and you’re like aljfkddkskre it didnt,,,,,,and ten is like “huh, did you also not hear when johnny screamed ‘GO CONFESS TO THE PERSON NEXT DOOR THAT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THEM YOU IDIOT’???”
and you’re like holy shit no i missed that too
and ten is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,how
the model neighbor
as in he looks like an actual model, and is also super clean and quiet and ??? just very overly polite like he just wants people to like him ya know?????
he’s barely home because he’s always over at his friends houses doing their chores because they never want to,,,,,,like when taeyong explained that you have to change your bedsheets at least every three weeks ten dam near had a heart attack because he was like “ive been sleeping on just my mattress for the past 7 months” and taeyong was like HOW ARE YOU A PERSON
taeyong loves cute stationary, and cute mugs, and owns an apron with little kitten embroidered on the side and those hanging plants that he decorated his bedroom with and idk he’s got like,,,,,,a clock that looks like a sunflower
like taeyong,,,,,,,,is just a boy who loves things that make his apartment more adorable and clean
owns every cleaning product imaginable and dedicated a whole closet to them
the type to have labels on all his cupboards and shelves and you open his refrigerator and everything is labeled it’s like,,,,,,how does he have the damn nerve to do this
also: uses coasters for his drink because he gets anxious about drinks spilling onto his rug
but yeah other than that,,,,he’s kinda awkward around most people,,,,but he does his best to smile and come off sweet
and you’ve seen him,,,,,,lugging home like three different brands of detergent and a new mop every week and you’re like huh so he’s super,,,,,,like,,,,,,,into cleaning
which you’re like is fine but you,,,,,after only recently moving in,,,,hasn’t even unpacked half your things yet and everytime your friends from your original hometown call you’re like (—: im an adult. my apartment is nice and sparkly and im doing fine
(this is a lie. you’ve been living off fast-food and half your stuff is still in boxes)
which is why when your best friend says she’ll be visiting tomorrow you’re like HOLD UP
and you know just the person to go a solicit help from. taeyong
and when you knock on his door he’s like surprised because you two have never held a solid conversation
and he is like “oh hello, i know we’ve never properly-”
and you’re like “you have 309458 mops right. you got a duster,,,,,,thing,,,,,,,,right”
and he’s like “feather duster?” and you’re like YEAH THAT,,,,,,,listen i need help now
and when you explain that you (being the lazy person we ALL are) didn’t unpack or clean or do anything and your friend is coming tomorrow and you don’t want to look like a Failure of an Adult in front of her,,,,,,,well taeyong kind of looks at you and is like
“,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,fine ill get the swivel sweeper”
and you guys spend like 7 hours getting your things unpacked and taeyong is really good at like????? decorating and he’s like “OH i have the peRFECT thing”
and he runs over to his place and comes back holding this cute like paper weight in the shape of like a giraffe and he puts it on your desk and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,what is that” and he’s like “are you really an adult?”
but he helps you a lot and it’s kind of fun, he has like,,,,,,,,a really nice laugh you made a pun about like cleaning and he almost fell over laughing it was really,,,,,,,,,,cute
and once you’re done you’re like how should i thank you
and he’s like “it’s fine, you don’t have to!!”
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,but i should but he’s like really no it’s nothing
but even after he leaves,,,,,,you’re like this is mean he worked so hard for me
and it bugs you, even after you friend comes over and is like WOW this place is so clean im impressed
that you end up going out and buying one of those cute little home humidifiers and you’re like “this seems taeyong-ish”
and you knock on his door again and he’s like “oh!!! do you need to borrow my mo-” and you’re like “here!!!!!! it’s a small gift,,,,,,but i thought you might like it,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
and he looks down at the bag and he gets super duper red and he’s like “i,,,,,,,,i can’t accept this,,,,,,,it’s too much,,,,,,”
and you’re like ashofvd you spent SIX HOURS cleaning my house for me pleASE
and finally you manage to get taeyong to take the gift and you’re like “anyway,,,,,,,,,,seriously thank you”
and taeyong kind of hesitates but he’s like
“do you,,,,,,,,,,,,wanna come inside,,,,,,,,,i don’t usually let people over but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
and you’re like huh oh sure!!! and ok his house looks like a palace there isn’t any dirt anywhere
and when he makes you a cup of tea there’s like little cute bears on the mug and you’re looking at the cup and at taeyong’s beautiful face and you
can’t help but giggle and he’s going red again like,,,,,,,am i funny?? are you laughing at me??
and you’re like “no no no you’re just so,,,,,,,,,,much cuter than i expected!!”
and taeyong damn near falls over,,,,,,,you called him CUTE?!?!?! and you’re like “i didn’t think someone so chic would be into little cute animals” and taeyong is like im not,,,,,,chic,,,,,,,,plus animals are so,,,,,adorable right
and you’re like omg taeyong you i should have gotten you a big stuffed bear and he’s like aGHDSd no,,,,,,i love what you got me don’t worry about it
and he’s so cute getting nervous and staring at his lap,,,,,,,you can’t help but wanna lean over and like kiss his face but you don’t
even though tbh taeyong is like,,,,,,,,,i wouldn’t mind being kissed by them,,,,,,,,like in his head LOL
thought he was old enough to be totally fine living alone. and he is,,,,,,,except he goes over to everyones house for his meals and got mark’s netflix password so he didn’t have to pay for it himself
how many times has yuta lent him his nintendo ds? like 32424234
jaehyun is convinced haechan took his ricecooker,,,,,,,,,but he has no way to prove it except that haechan was like “nooo hyung i got this at the mall on sale i promise!!!!” and jaehyun is like “then where did mine disappear to?” and haechan is like thats your problem,,,,so,,,,,,
but it’s ok because everyone adores him because if he wants something all he has to do is be a cute kid and bam! he gets it
and although he’s a little trickster, and sometimes his hyungs fall into his traps. he shows that he cares for them too
and especially for his friends that are younger, like when chenle and jisung come over to hangout haechan will literally be like “if you stay past 10. you have to sleepover. im not letting you go out in the dark.”
and he knows how taeyong hates messes so he brought coasters just for him and he always has snacks that he knows mark likes
like YES he can be a bit of ,,,,,,,,,,, a devil but he’s a sweetheart too
his apartment isn’t full of too many toys or anything he actually has a pretty mature taste
and if anything he just really likes having a space for him to write and think clearly because to me, haechan is really creative and so he’d like a big desk with post-its and books full of ideas,,,,he just comes off that way
but he’d have some like cute joke stuff like a really bad photo of johnny framed and on his bookshelf or something LOL
also idk why,,,,,,but haechan seems like he’d have a dog,,,,,like a corgi,,,,,or a beagle,,,,,,,,,
anyway you’re really close with haechan because you love love love teasing doyoung and mark and jaehyun
you guys kind of bonded over pulling harmless pranks together
and so for ten’s upcoming birthday you and him decided to make cookies but to fill some up with hot sauce or wasabi just to see ten run around the room arms flailing
but as you know,,,,,,doing anything with haechan can’t be a calm and clean process
halfway through you try to feed him some vanilla extract saying it’s melted white chocolate and he tries to get some icing on the side of your face
but it’s all fun and games like,,,,,,,you love being in each others company because you guys never get sick of being silly
until someone (probably haechan) ends up spilling some of the eggs on the floor and neither of you notice
until you slip on your way to the oven and go tumbling backwards
and you’re like haechan!!!!!! look out!!!!!
but he’s like throwing down the flour he’s holding to outstretch his arms and catch you
but it just ends up with both of you on the floor, covered in the eggs and sugar and flour
and you’re leaning against haechan whose hit his arm on the counter coming down
and you’re like “are you ok????” and haechan is like “no i think im bleeding”
and he puts his hand up and you see some red and you’re like HAECHAN oh my god im so sO SOrry let me get a bandage omg do you not have any here let me rip some off this tissue -
and then out of nowhere he starts to laugh and you’re like ??????? and he’s like “it’s just some red icing, im fine!!!”
and you sit there on the floor, and frown and you’re like “you scared me!!!!! i thought you were hurt,,,,if i had hurt you i don’t know what i-”
and haechan can see the sadness in your eyes and automatically his smile falls
and he’s like “im sorry, it was a dumb joke why are you so worried about me anyway, you know im indestructible!”
and you know he’s playing around but you still take his wrist and turn his arm to make sure he isn’t hiding that he might be really hurt
and you’re like “im glad you’re ok,,,,,,,,,,,,”
and haechan looks at you, still holding his arm and he’s like
“wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,did you get all worried about me like that because maybe,,,,,,,”
and you look up wide eyes and you’re like “UH”
and haechan is like snapping his fingers like “YOU LIKE ME?”
and you’re ike UHHHHHH WHAT SHUT UP NO WAY
but haechan is like mimicking your voice and he’s like “you scared me!!!” but then he reaches out and pulls you toward him into a hug
and he’s like “seriously, you could have just told me because i like you too!!!!!!”
and you’re like haECHAN don’t be playing some kind of joke on me-
and he’s like “this isn’t a joke, i promise, for real this time.”
and you can’t help but blush and be like “we’re covered in eggs let’s not hug-” but haechan just pushes you closer because like c’mon he totally would
summary: after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.
prompts: “do you think we’re bad people?” “i tried my best to not feel anything for you. guess what? i failed.” “if you had asked me to stay, i would’ve.”