I’m an admitted serial Sakura shipper. If there’s a single man in Konoha (or outside of it), you can almost bet I’ll find a way to somehow ship them. But honestly, even if I don’t necessarily ship them, I may find the story beautiful and put it here for others who ship them. Most are in the Naruto-verse but will be stated otherwise if not.
Most, if not all, are Rated M. So be warned that almost all of them contain smut/adult content of some kind. I’m trying to branch out and read things that don’t contain smut but it’s a little challenging. I like steamy reads.
Monsta X Personality Reference for Fanfiction Writers
disclaimer: these could be completely off because obviously I don’t know the guys personally but this is just my assessment of their personalities from being supporting them since No Mercy and writing about them for a while :D
Okay so Shownu is slightly stiff, but not in a mean way? He’d just prefer not to talk or show much emotion, even to his close friends because he feels like he can deal with his emotions alone and doesn’t want to burden anyone. As a leader, he’s very responsible, but he’s one of those quiet leaders that watches from afar and gives silent orders but everyone respects him. He’s a shy boy and gets flustered easily but with time (and when he’s with people he knows well) he becomes more confident. He does things that make people laugh without really meaning to and he’s protective of everyone. He’s a very trustworthy person.
Wonho is not the type of person to lead, he’s a follower. He likes joining in on other people’s fun and sharing their happiness. He does have moments where he does speak out and lead the team, but he prefers to just follow instead as he isn’t completely confident in his decisions all the time. He has an extremely confident front and he actually is confident in himself both mentally and physically, but he does have moments where he doubts himself and he just curls up and falls into a sad ball but he never shows it to anyone. He’s a very emotional person and extremely sentimental. He loves living in the past and he’s thankful for every little thing anyone has ever done for him. He’s a big mama’s boy and would do anything for her. One of his flaws, in my opinion, is that he trusts easily; he opens up to people quickly and sometimes gets hurt in the process.
Minhyuk is literal sunshine. He is the happiest person and strives to make people smile. He loves attention, just like Wonho, but in a different way. Minhyuk wants people to listen to the crazy things he has to say. He’s great at MC-ing so he’s a good mood changer and can have a crowd wrapped around his little finger in no time. People are constantly drawn to him, but the thing is with Minhyuk, is that he doesn’t open up to people easily. He’s quite reserved although he’s really loud and open. It’s like he has two different personalities, his private one and the one he shows to people. He’s a very sensitive person and an over thinker although he doesn’t show it.
Hyungwon is quite slow with his actions and he can be lazy most of the time, but it’s not as extreme as people think. He’s actually a very responsible person and he helps bring people together. If people are fighting, Hyungwon is the perfect mediator because I feel like he’s an impartial person. He knows what’s right and what’s wrong and knows not to cross people’s lines. He’s lowkey extremely caring but doesn’t necessarily show it all the time and loves teasing those who he’s close to. He’s a silent observer in a group who doesn’t speak much but instead gets lost in his thoughts. He’s a thinker and has many opinions that he doesn’t necessarily always vocalise.
Kihyun is extremely protective but he doesn’t show it. He likes bullying his friends but if someone bullies them, they better watch out from his wrath. Kihyun is a soft boy, he’s secretly an extreme romantic. He’s got a lot of dimensions to his character but he’s reserved about them and likes to put on airs that he’s a Strong Man™. He’s loves to boast and show off and it can be annoying sometimes, but it’s him lmao. He’s extremely resourceful and if he’s in a bad situation, he’s the fastest to respond and start trying to fix it. If something bad happens in his love life then he will sulk and block everyone out until someone comes and knocks him out of it. Although he is responsible, he is very dependant on other people and needs the presence of others around him.
Jooheon is extremely dependant on people. He needs people to take care of him and to show him affection or else he’ll probably go crazy lmao. He lives off of attention as well and loves people watching him and babying him. However, if he wants to impress people, he can put on a completely different face. And this different Jooheon also appears when he’s passionate about something. That’s his trigger, if it’s anything that has to do with his passion then he will flip. He’s an emotional person and some could say he’s burdensome because he has to constantly share his feelings with someone, but if you treat him well he will literally fall in love right away. He’s a very creative person and like Hyungwon, he’s a thinker. He can be stubborn sometimes but he can be convinced if you just talk to him gently and with reason. He’s a very reasonable guy.
Okay lastly we have Changkyun who’s a really independent person. He’s the opposite of Jooheon, he loves doing things on his own. He prefers spending time alone but doesn’t mind being in other people’s company. He’s internally a cringey shy boy but he can give off a confident front even if he is nervous. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy when people help him because he thinks he can do it better himself, but he’s also always open to constructive criticism. And he loves helping people; whether it’s just a simple problem or charity work or whatever, he’ll do it. Mostly because he enjoys being thanked in the end lmao. He’s a very reliable person and if you entrust him with something, then he will do anything to get it done perfectly. He’s one of those people that you think is scattered and lost but he is very calculative and has everything organised in his brain. He’s really witty and sharp, also has very fast reflexes and quick reactions.
If anyone has anymore questions my ask box is always open :D
Alright motherfuckers, I have officially met my most irritating customer. I should say, I’ve technically handled much worse situations at work than this one, but I was having a particularly bad day when good ol’ Judy from California came into the picture.
Judy from California was fine at first, we small talked a bit, mostly about the insane weather. I don’t know what Judy was doing in Minnesota during the Hell Month we call April, but I assume she was visiting grandchildren or something. Judy wanted a grande caramel frappucino, no whip, extra caramel. I asked if she wanted extra caramel syrup or drizzle and she said both. Easy enough, it’s an irritating order, especially since this happened at about ten in the morning, but its definitely not hard. My coworker comes back from break. I turn to start Judy’s drink. I start pumping frapp roast into the cup
“Excuse me, are you putting coffee in that?!” Judy yells from across the counter, having not moved an inch despite my coworker’s insistence that her drink will be brought out over there, you know, at the hand off station.
“yup, we make the caramel frappucino with coffee, but it’s no problem to make it creme based instead.”
“I don’t want coffee in it, I want a caramel frappucino.”
“I understand completely.” I didn’t, but I make the stupid drink without the frapp roast and use the creme base instead of the coffee base. Now, since this drink is just milk, ice, clear syrup, and more clear syrup, it comes out looking as white as the snow outside. I hand it to Judy. She looks alarmed.
“I thought I asked for no whipped cream? Why is it white?”
“There is no whipped cream in there, ma’am, the coffee is what gives the frappucino it’s brown color.”
Judy sputters for a bit, clearly under the impression that I have insulted her and fucked up her drink. “In California we make it differently. I’ve never seen the drink made before, but this is not how it looks.”
I turn on my Minnesota Nice (it’s actually Minnesota Passive Aggressiveness but coast people apparently can’t tell the difference with us inscrutable midwesterners). “That’s the standard recipe, but if you don’t like it I’d be happy to make you another drink.”
Judy gives me a glare, says, “No I’ll drink it, that’s just not how we do things in California,” and walks away to her table.
When she’s out of earshot, my coworker, whom I’ve never heard talk shit about anyone, goes “Yeah, well in California, it isn’t 70 degrees one day and snowing the next, so welcome to fucking Minnesota”
Request: BTS reacts to you listening to American pop such as Lady Gaga, One Direction, Katy Perry, Zayn, Adele, etc.. Please. If you haven’t already done this.
“I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays, Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it),”
You gripped the soup ladle in both hands, singing the words as if your kitchen amenities were your screaming fans as you waited for your eggs to fry. Your legs and elbows flailed uselessly in an attempt at a dance for your audience. With your back to the door, you carried on your performance well into the chorus, somehow managing not to burn the six eggs you forced into one small pan. The second the song quieted to begin the bridge, you heard a loud snort.
The ladle fell from your hands with a loud clang, Seokjin hardly able to keep his laughter from spilling over. “How long have you been there?” Your chest heaved, a shameful blush spreading up your neck and dusting your cheeks.
“Long enough to know I’m a better dancer than you,” Seokjin quickly threw himself into the song, trying to mimic the dance you had come up with. Your blush only deepened. He was right; you looked like a dying squid.
Through the embarrassment lodged deep in your chest, you heard the sound of the eggs popping, and quickly busied yourself with taking them out of the pan and replacing them with 4 more. Seokjin quietly chuckled behind you, lacing his arms around your apron-clad waist. He nuzzled at the back of your reddened ears.
“You’re cute, Jagiya. Don’t worry.” He watched your practiced hands easily crack open the last egg while jostling the pan with the other. Your heart beat loudly in your ears with the last dregs of embarrassment. You knew this wouldn’t be the last of his teasing. “You should put on a show for me with more American pop music. I would love to see more of your dancing.”
“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else!” You sang loudly, soapy water overflowing onto the bathroom floor as you made obnoxious hand gestures with your singing. You happily lathered your leg with your body wash and continued your bellowing, only pausing when you slammed a toe into the wall of the tub. “The way that you flip your hair gets-ow!-overwhelmed.”
Goosebumps rose on the back of your neck, the feeling of not being alone spreading like wildfire through your chest as you swore you had heard Yoongi say he wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. You slowly turned your head, and sure enough, an outline of a figure stood in the doorframe, blurred by the white shower curtain. You screamed, instincts kicking in as you tried fruitlessly to cover yourself with your wash cloth and hands.
An all too familiar laugh reached your ears, as you pushed the shower curtain aside to watch in horror as Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a mischievous glint in his cat-like eyes.
Your face burned crimson, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting patiently for an explanation. You sputtered. “Y-you’re home early.”
A light chuckle escaped Yoongi’s lips as he padded across the soaked tile floor and sat on the covered toilet seat, just beside the bathtub. An easy smirk fell on his lips and your bare chest and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
You busied your hands, nimbly folding shirt after shirt, trying desperately to make a dent in the mountain of clothes piled high on you and Hoseok’s bed. You hummed along to the music station blasting hits from your middle and high school days, completely absorbed in the task at hand.
“You think I’m pretty without any make-up on, You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong, I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down,”
You grinned, nostalgia crashing into you as the lyrics came back easily, singing along loudly. You wiggled your butt in a makeshift dance as you continued folding away at the pile.
“Before you met me, I was a wreck, But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life, Now every February you’ll be my valentine, valentine”
You spun around, shirt held out at arms length, mid-dance and screamed. “Hobi! Don’t laugh at me!” You laughed, flustered, and balled up the shirt to throw it at him.
Hoseok’s deep chuckle rang loud in your reddened ears. “You know, you might want to take some dance classes with me.” He beamed at you, kicking the shirt up from the floor and back onto the mountain of clothes. “I thought you didn’t like pop music. I thought you were more into rock or alternative or something.” Hoseok strode towards you, snaking his lean, muscular arms around your waist, strong chest pressed against your back.
Boring holes into the mountain of clothes, and wishing it would just swallow you hole, coral pink dusted your cheeks as you mumbled your half-hearted response. “It’s a guilty pleasure.”
“Climb on board, We’ll go slow and high tempo, Light and dark, Hold me hard and mellow,”
You sang quietly to yourself, sprawled out on the floor of Namjoon’s studio, two text books and a study guide laid out in front of you. The room was silent except for your singing and the low bass that could be heard from his headphones, letting you know he was hard at work on another song. You began scribbling an answer on your paper as you continued mumbling to yourself.
“So we’ll piss off the neighbors, In the place that feels the tears, The place to lose your fears, Yeah, reckless behavior, A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw,”
You paused in your work long enough to notice the bass had silenced, your quiet singing still ringing loud in the air around you. You gazed up towards Namjoon from your spot on the floor.
“How can you sing that while you study? Is it not distracting?” Although his voice was deep, you could hear the smile laced through it. You snorted.
“Unlike you, I don’t think about sex every waking second of the day.”
“How can I help it when you sing songs like that?” Namjoon licked his full lips and smirked down at you. “You should keep singing, babe; it sounds good coming from you.”
You bounced in your seat across from Jimin, excitement threatening to eat you alive. You admired the shabby-chic restaurant with too many things hanging on the wall, from licesnce plates to framed and signed posters of visiting artists. “Ooh, Jimin-ah, you should sign a napkin or something so they can hang it up!” You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, still bouncing in place. Jimin chuckled across from you.
“Jagi, I don’t think they would hang it up.” His smile faded as he ran back over the menu, brow furrowing in concentration. “Have you decided what you want?”
You nodded enthusiastically before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I’ve been dying for an American cheeseburger ever since we landed.” You glanced around the restaurant once more, singing along to the pop song playing from the jukebox in the corner.
“She got a body like an hour glass, but I can give it to you all the time,
She got a booty like a Cadilac but I can send you into overdrive, oh~”
You sang to yourself as you waited for Jimin to pick from the menu. Your eyes found their way back to him, staring at you, perfect lips slightly parted. “What?” An embarrassed laugh bubbled over as you combed a hand through your hair and glanced at the table.
“I didn’t know you still listened to American pop.” The smile was evident in his voice but you refused to meet his gaze, cheeks burning an angry red. You shrugged your shoulders in a noncommittal response. “It’s cute, (Y/N). I’m glad you still listen to your country’s songs even though you moved overseas with me. Does it make you miss your home here in the states?” Jimin lightly questioned.
You smiled up at him, pin prickles of embarrassment slowly fading from your chest. You nodded. “Yeah, it does sometimes.”
You stared lazily out the window, watching as water raced down the car windshield.You had been at a standstill for 15 minutes with no sign of moving anytime soon. Stifling a yawn, you looked over to Taehyung, contently drumming long fingers on the steering wheel to the song playing from the aux cord.
You blinked a couple times, finally gaining your focus back onto the present, song registering in your ears. You smiled and glanced back at Taehyung, turning up the volume.
“But every song’s like
Gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom,
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,”
You sang confidently to the lyrics, hips and head swaying as you nudgged Taehyung with your elbow, grinning at him. He donned his boxy smile and moved to the music with you, not really knowing the words but hyping you up, singing the last word of a line after you. You laughed at his antics.
Taehyung pulled out his phone, updating his Snapchat story with you singing your heart out and trying and failing to dance in the confines of the front passanger seat. You watched the 10 second clip, grinning at how ridiculous you looked.
“What else do you have on here, (Y/N)? I want to listen to more American songs with you.”
“Alright, (Y/N), you pick this time.” Jeongguk tossed the large ipad into your lap, mic and snapback in one hand, the other running through his dark locks before replacing the cap backwards on his head.
“But you always say I pick boring songs,” you mumbled, scrolling through the list of ballads available. You barely recognized any of them except for the occasional OST. Switching genres, you hoped something would pop out in the American section, biting your lip as you quickly read through the list.
Your eyes landed on a title you knew you would enjoy, immediately selecting the song, and picked up your mic, waiting for the music to start. Jeongguk sat down his empty water bottle, lips slick from downing the rest of its contents, and wiped at them with the back of his hand. “Ready?” he raised both eyebrows with his question.
You smiled and nodded in the dim light of the karaoke room, standing up from your comfy spot on the couch. You watched Jeongguk’s face contort in slight confusion and concentration as the music started flowing from the speakers, eyebrows pinched together as he tried to place the familiar song. You grinned at him, singing the first couple of lines.
“What do you mean? Oh~
When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no,
What do you mean?”
Jeongguk’s face lit up as soon as your voice carried out the second line, his bunny tooth smile peeking out of perfect lips. He began singing with you, a bit hesitant at first using the lyrics on screen but as the song wore on, they came easily to him as if this used to be one of his many favorite JB songs, and you only needed to jog his memory a bit.
Jeongguk beamed at you as you assumed your laid out position back on the couch. His nose scrunched up cutely as he teased you. “(Y/N), when did your music taste improve? If I had known you still listened to American music, I would have chosen his songs first.”
name a more iconic duo than lightning farron and lesbianism. i'll wait.
i promised a post on how the lightning saga games highly imply and most likely intentionally imply lightning farron to be a lesbian, and here it is!
this will be prefaced with a brief note on the way lgbt content is handled in japanese society and media, which is essential to understanding all of this. in japanese society, acceptance of lgbt issues is tenuous in a strange way. while lgbt people are accepted in theory, in japanese society you are often expected to be at least relatively closeted, especially if you are in the public eye. business marriages between lesbians and gay men are not only common but are what is largely expected. this attitude is less common with younger people, but it is very prevalent in japanese media, especially video games and anime. the concept of “q*eerbaiting” in discussion of japanese media even gets complicated due to the fact that in much of japanese media, subtext is looked at the way that most of us would look at confirmed lgbt characters in western media.
due to the complicated nature of how lgbt characters are handled in japanese media, the common western media argument of “this character is not lgbt because if they were they would be shown in a relationship with a character of the same gender or it would be directly mentioned” is not very valid in discussion of japanese media.
after that, now i will move on to actual discussions of the games themselves! 😊
-Final Fantasy XIII-
-much of the proof in the first game of the lightning saga is the things always pointed out in discussion of evidence for the fang x lightning ship (flight, fangrai, whatever you want to call it). the difference in lightning’s interactions with fang and her interactions with every other character in the game, the romantic undertones there, the looks they exchange, the way that lightning’s pupils dilate when she looks at fang, pretty much everything about lightning’s interactions with fang. i have seen very few people in the final fantasy xiii fandom who try to argue that lightning is not at least sexually attracted to fang.
-in final fantasy xiii, there are two characters who are the personality archetype lightning would be attracted to, and those characters are fang and snow. fang and snow are both the same
heroic protector type of character. lightning is obviously attracted to fang, and obviously not attracted to snow, even after she has accepted him as a friend but before she has accepted him as family. a scene in particular i will point to here is the scene in the estheim house where lightning talks to snow after he wakes up after being injured (before the fight with the psicom airship). snow is shirtless and is what most people who are attracted to men would consider to be extremely attractive at least sexually, and lightning does not notice or acknowledge this in any way, and as i have pointed out before, snow is precisely the sort of man lightning would be interested in if she were attracted to men, because in so many ways snow is male fang, and is the hero archetype that would be lightning’s “type”.
-this game fucking ramps up alot of the gay, which is not exactly part of my argument but like oh goddess this game is a goldmine of proof for lesbian lightning. nearly every interaction lightning has with anyone in this game screams “socially awkward lesbian”.
-first of all, there is a massive contrast in this game between the way lightning interacts with women and the way lightning interacts with men. in every conversation with a woman, lightning is much more attentive than she is in her conversations with men. lightning often seems nearly interested in women’s troubles, where the troubles of men are listened to in a way that is much more “this is just my job” than “i maybe care”
-there is alot more with fang here, but it has all been discussed in depth in shipping conversations. lightning and fang’s constant flirting, the “it’s a date” line before fang leaves the dunes, the fact that lightning effectively starts to ask fang to go out on a date with her before fang tells her she is going to leave, lightning’s awkward intensified shyness during that conversation, etc.
-there is literally a quest in this game where lightning only agrees to go on a “date” with a man because he says he will pay for her meal at an expensive restaurant, and she spends the entire quest until he starts discussing his backstory complaining about him trying to be romantic instead of just buying her food and letting her eat.
one of the lines in this quest is “i’m just here for the steak”. this is not the reaction of someone attracted to men.
-lightning is always obviously uncomfortable when heterosexual relationships are discussed unless the relationship reminds her of serah and snow’s relationship or can be related back to serah and snow. if lightning were attracted to men in any way, she would not be so obviously uncomfortable around straight and straight-passing romance. contrast this to lightning’s visible reactions to romantic dialogue and romantic gestures between fang and vanille. lightning is not uncomfortable around sapphic relationships, but is around straight-passing relationships.
-the dialogue with the ticket seller in yusnaan during the main quest is a big thing. (some slight paraphrase in the quote here because i am pulling from memory but the idea of the ticket seller’s dialogue is there and lightning’s line i know is correct.
ticket-seller: what’s wrong? did your boyfriend break up with you? trust me, i know what a woman wants.
lightning: you obviously don’t know me.
-also, the difference in the way lightning responds to fang’s flirting contrasted with the way she responds to hope’s flirting. lightning encourages fang’s flirting, and literally threatens hope over his flirting.
there are probably some more things i am forgetting from my playthroughs of the games, but those are the key points. if anyone would like more in-depth analysis, i am planning on doing a 100% run of lightning returns soon and could take notes, and i would not mind replaying xiii in the not too distant future. all of this was mostly pulled from memory of having played through the games recently. if you would be interested in some more in-depth thoughts, feel free to ask! 😊
it’s very difficult to toe the line between letting people know there’s something wrong with you so they give you some slack, but also making sure that they don’t try to give you help or talk to you about it
UPDATE: I was stupid and made the girl 17 so I made her 18 which is legal now because JB is 23 in this. I will fix this in my previous chapters. Please tell me any writing organization suggestions because this is my first time writing a fanfic and I barely write in school so this is really unorganized I feel. I know there are tons of grammar mistakes but I am so lazy! I am so sorry. I will try to take the time to proof read before publishing. Enjoy that hilarious picture of JB.
Your class is going on a field trip to visit a college and guess which teacher is the chaperone! Jaebum. After the intense make out session a month ago, you began spending more time with Jaebum and getting to know him more. Even though Jaehyun was always with you guys when you went out to buy groceries or have small dates, it was better because it would prevent Jaebum or you from kissing each-others cheek or showing any signs of affection for each other in public and risking your relationship. Although you wanted those displays of affection, you didn’t want to get caught and neither did Jaebum. If you got caught, you would not be able to graduate, Jaebum would be jobless, and your faces would be on local newspapers for the scandal… none of you wanted that. For the past month, every time you went out with Jaebum or the two times you slept over at his house, you told your parents you were sleeping over at Irene’s or Wendy’s or you were hanging out with them. Sometimes, You would tell them you had a group project with Jackson to work on at the library so they would think your working on school things. But actually school was the least of your concerns because JB would help you get it done quickly so you could hang out. It probably would be better if you told Irene, Wendy, and Jackson of your new relationship so they would go along with your plan in case your parents ever found out you were lieing, but you didn’t think it was a big deal because it had only been a month and it was working just fine. Last Saturday, you, Jaebum, and Jaehyun went to the bowling alley and you went in fear of getting caught by someone in school. Jaebum told you that all the high schoolers were partying and drinking on a Saturday so they wouldn’t be at the bowling alley. That relieved you a bit because you knew he was right. Your school was known for their parties.
Because of the constant fear of getting caught in public, you guys had been spending the majority of the time on his couch and watching horror movies while eating all the possible junk food. You would both be snuggled up on the couch and twice you fell asleep on each other with the warm blankets tightly wrapped around you two. Although these moments happened and you slept over twice, you weren’t his girlfriend. He didn’t label it yet. You haven’t gotten intimate with him yet besides sweet kisses and a seldom makeout seasion when no one was around (such as Jaehyun). You weren’t sure what the relationship was. It was friendly and you guys were getting to know each other more. Nothing really changed in you and Jaebum’s relationship besides being more open with each others feelings, spending more time together, and talking about more vast subjects. He told you that you looked pretty every time you came over and you blushed each time. These new compliments made you happy. You started having more in-depth conversations with him about almost anything. You talked about your past crushes and embarrassing moments like when you accidentally went to the boys bathroom then dropped your phone in the toilet and he would laugh in your face and call you an airhead. He made fun of you but you still liked it. He would tell you his embarrassing high school stories to make you feel better. Today, Jaehyun was at his friends house and you finally had alone time with JB. He showed you his senior yearbook and his senior pic was too good to be true.
“ Well damn. You looked too good senior year. All the girls must’ve chased you”
“I mean yeah they did. I spent time with a few girls but no one was as fun as you”
You slapped his knee. “Oh come on! Stop being so cheesy”
He smiled at you and said “No really! Some of them wouldn’t even admit if they farted! At least you do!”
“Is that what you like about a girl? One that admits her farts?”
“Well no but you’re honest and I like that about you.” he said as he tucked a hair strand behind your ear.
How can he be so perfect? He can go from talking about farts and then being sweet.
“I like you.” & You quickly pecked his cheek.
“You are so fun to be with and I’ve been having a lot of fun these past few weeks.” he basically giggled and continued, “I sound so cringey and awkward”
“It’s okay I’m cringey and awkward too” you said as you set down the yearbook on the table and snuggled close to him on the couch.
“I want to sit next to you on the bus to the field trip” he whispered in your ear while his arms were wrapped around your small body.
“Sorry I told Jackson I would be sitting next to him.”
“JACKSON?! He is the biggest gossiper in the school! Your friends?”
“Yeah but I won’t tell him about us.”
“I am okay with you telling your friends as long as you trust them.”
So were you guys dating you thought to yourself
He continued talking, “Have you told your friends about how you attacked me in the teachers lounge?”
You turned bright red and internally screamed.
“I forgot that you knew about that…”
“Of course I would know! It happened to me!” JB chuckled.
“What were you thinking when if happened?” you said as you looked up at him and saw his dark brown eyes staring back at you.
“Honestly, I thought it was the best kiss of my life. I found you attractive since the beginning of the first semester but I knew I had to get those thoughts out of my head. But recently, I stopped giving a shit because when you became my babysitter I started really liking your personality as well as your pretty little face even more. I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it.”
His last line sent electricity through your body and your eyes softened when you looked at him. He is the sweetest man alive. His ex was crazy to leave him. But you were still unsure what your relationship really was with him. Did he consider you a girlfriend? He never told you.
“When I saw you, I didn’t think you were great but then you emailed me extra credit and this may sound stupid but that’s when I started finding you hot because thats when I started paying attention to you more. All the girls in our school thought you were hot before but that made me fall for you. I jus felt like you gave me extra credit randomly and I was weirded out but then I stared looking at your face more.”
JB laughed hysterically and spit a bit on your face!
“You spit on me! Quit laughing! What’s so funny?”
“Sorry! It’s just so funny! Extra credit really makes you happy and attracted to me doesn’t it?”
“No! I don’t know how to explain this properly! It probably wasn’t even the extra credit! I probably just looked at you and thought “oh he’s hot!” It was a random observation!“ You said to him while your face turned red.
"No it was the extra credit”
You gave up arguing and tickled him to make him shut up. He just laughed more and more and then his phone rang.
He got up to answer it in the kitchen and came back to the living room.
“Hey do you want to pick up Jaehyun with me?”
You nodded your head and drove with him.
“I am pooped out from laughing”
“Maybe if you stopped laughing you wouldn’t feel that way.” you said in a harsh but playful tone.
He drove seriously but he put his hand on your thigh a couple minutes in the drive and looked up at you an smiled. You were happy today.
You and JB walked up to the door and knocked and a woman opened the door.
“Hello Mr. Im! Oh Y/N! What are you doing here?”
It was Irene’s mom and then you remembered Irene saying she moved to a new house last week. How come you ended up at this new house? Why did she coincidentally have to have a younger brother who was friends with Jaehyun? Irene’s mother called Irene to come down stairs.
“Y/N is here to hang out Irene!”
Irene came down the stairs looking confused.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? You didn’t even call!” Irene said while smiling .“But it’s okay!”
You came up with a quick lie.
“Oh sorry Irene I just really needed to talk to you! Then I ran into Mr. Im. He is here to pick up his kid because he was playing with your brother right?” you said in a shaky voice
“Yeah.. Hi Mr Im I hope your having a good Wednesday. ”
After the awkward conversations and greetings, you said farewell to Mr. Im and tried to keep a distant between you and Jaehyun so he wouldn’t spill the beans that you knew each other. You quickly went to the kitchen and JB understood you wouldn’t be able to be with him for the rest of the evening. You hung out normally with Irene. Now, you finally slept over at Irene’s without lieing to your family.
“Y/N, you randomly came over. What did you need to talk to me about?”
You started sweating profusely and you looked down at the ground.
“Well you see… I trust you…”
“I trust you too Y/N.”
“This secret might freak you out…”
“YOU’RE PREGNANT?! IS IT JACKSON?! HE HAS ALWAYS LIKED YOU! I knew you guys were meant to be..”
“Ummmmmmm. I am not pregnant..I have been getting closer to Mr. Im because JB I’ve been his sons babysitter and right now we are getting to know each other. I am not sure if we are dating, but he told me he liked me.”
Irene looked like she shitted her pants.
“YOU NEVER THOUGHT HE WAS ATTRACTIVE BUT YOUR DATING HIM?! I AM SO JEALOUS! BUT I AM HAPPY YOU TOLD ME. I WON’T TELL ANYONE YOU NEED TO GRADUATE WITH ME STILL”
You laughed at her reaction but you couldn’t help but think of what she said about Jackson. You explained to her how it happened and how it’s only been a short time so far and you weren’t even sure if it would last if JB never stated you were his girlfriend.
You decided to bring up Jackson again.
“But what did you say about Jackson?”
“Oh that was a secret. But I can tell you it now. Jackson likes you and he has since 9th grade. But are you gonna tell him about JB? It would break his heart. Plus he is gossipy so who knows how he will take it.”
“I am not so sure if I should tell him. He would never try to expose me or hurt me so I don’t think he would gossip such an incident if he found out about JB and me because he has always cared for me. I have always thought of him as an older brother.”
“He is gonna hate Mr.Im”
You sat next to Jackson but someone was very close to you on the bus.. Irene and JB sat together to keep a watch. You texted JB and told him the updates and he didn’t want Jackson to like you anymore. He wanted Jackson to move on from you. He was scarred Jackson would snatch you away.. He really has gotten to like you but he didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend yet. He wanted to ask you if you would be his girlfriend soon because he had grown very interested in you and wanted to try being in a relationship again. You were young and 18 and he wanted to be with you and see how it went. But he didn’t want to take advantage of you and ruin your high school career. He didn’t wanna be selfish and satisfy his own needs. He wasn’t even sure if you wanted to date him. But he has plans to ask you if you would be comfortable dating him.
You fell asleep on the bus but your head ended up on Jackson’s shoulder. Mr. Im was quick to notice.
“No cuddling or heads on shoulders while sleeping” he screamed across the bus and all the couples stared angrily at him.
Jackson barely had a chance to talk to you during the bus ride because you kept sleeping. He was a bit sad.
“Y/N let’s go on the college tour together!” Jackson said excitingly
JB was in a separate group from you and Jackson. He clenched his fist and got a bit jealous. But he let it go because Jackson was still your friend and you weren’t even dating him. But today you looked so pretty to JB that he got jealous of Jackson because he got to see your beautiful face.
The trip was boring and finally it was lunch time.
“Jackson I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay! Have fun” Jackson said and laughed loudly.
You giggled and walked towards the restroom area until you felt a hand cover your mouth and drag you to a closet. You were about to scream when you heard JB’s voice.
“You scared the living day lights out of me. Where is this?”
JB turned on the lights and it was the janitors closet.
“Wow the college janitors closet! Way better than our high schools” you said sarcastically.
“Sorry I just wanted to talk” JB said as he kissed the side of your lips.
“He’s good and he’s not even showing any signs of liking me. I feel like Irene doesn’t know what she is talking about”
“Good I don’t want him to steal you from me.”
“Why would I even leave you? You’re soooooo hot” you said in a mocking tone. You weren’t lieing but you wanted to tease him.
He started speaking in a serious tone, “Listen Y/N, I want you to myself. I dont want Jackson to have you. it has only been a month of me and you spending more time together but I want you, I want to dat-”
Before he could finish his sentence you grabbed him by the collar and kissed his soft lips. You have been staring at them since he dragged you to this closet. You trailed wet kisses down his neck then collar bone, and finally down his chest. This was your answer to him and you have been waiting for him to state that he wants to date you. JB was flustered and surprised. You left sweet butterfly kisses as you traveled down. This is your first time acting somewhat dirty and going a bit lower than he expected. He pulled you back up and looked into your eyes with a hungry look and tugged on your shirt and you took it off quickly, realizing what he wanted. He saw your red lacy bra and smirked. He slammed you against the closet door and started kissing your cherry Chapstick lips. He stuck his tongue inside your mouth and the sloppy sounds filled the room and he moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking on your weak spots that you didn’t even know existed and leaving hickies. Your body was on fire. You were squeezing your legs together and you could feel your panties were getting wet and you haven’t felt this good in your entire life.
“JB.. Oh my god…” you whimpered.
“You don’t realize how much I want to be with you.” he said against your neck and you felt his hot breath against your skin.
You couldn’t believe you were getting intimate with Mr. Im and you felt bad for basically attacking his lips again, but he wanted it too. That made you feel better. He actually wanted to date you and it made you happy.
He made his way down to your boobs and unhooked your bra. He looked at them hungrily.
“You are so beautiful. I cant believe this” he whispered.
He grabbed one mound and as he was about to put your nipple in his mouth, your phone rang in your pocket. He disappointedly kissed your chest and let you take the phone call. He had a look of annoyance. You were annoyed too. Who could possibly be calling? You were just about to get it with JB in a janitors closet but someone had to ruin it.
“Hello?” you answered in an angry tone.
“Y/N where are you?” Jackson said in a fake worried tone.
But Jackson knew where you were.
Bambam texted him and said “YO I JUST SAW MR. IM AND Y/N GO INSIDE THE JANITORS CLOSET!”
“Oh I am in the bathroom! I told you right Jackie? I’ll be out soon!”
You started getting wearing you shirt but JB sadly looked at you and put his hand on your hips and lightly kissed your lips. Even though it was so light and quick it made you excited. This was the first time JB and you did something so dirty and you loved it. This was the beginning. He actually liked your personality and didn’t use you like your past boyfriends. Everything was perfect. But little did you know… Jackson just found out your little secret relationship.
Request: G-Dragon has a daughter that is 4 years old and does not know if he is her real father because he is never around.
(For optimal immersion, I am naming your daughter Mirre.)
“Wake up, baby girl.” I whisper softly, brushing the tips of my fingers over my daughter’s soft cheeks. With a tiny giggle, the corners of her lips begin to widen, revealing the adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it.
“Morning, eomma.” She stares up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that remind me so much of Ji-Yong. She is a spitting image of him. He has always taken pride in it, when he is around, that is.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. A hearty laugh falls past her pink lips when I lift her right out of bed and into the air, smiling widely up at her. Bringing her back down, I rest her on my hip and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the counter. “What would you like for breakfast, love?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.
“Whatever is easiest for you.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by love.
“How did I end up with the most considerate, intelligent, gorgeous, and loving daughter in the world?” I sigh, wrapping her small body in my arms and hugging her impossibly close. She giggles loudly as she squeezes me back. With a sigh, I release her and look through the cabinets to begin making her breakfast. “So, Mirre, your birthday is in a few days. Appa and I would like to know what you want.” I inform, already knowing and having already bought the deluxe doll house she has been swooning over for months.
I wait for a few moments, but when the silence goes on for too long, I furrow my eyebrows and turn around to face her. To my surprise, a frown has settled itself on her pouty lips. “What’s wrong, Mirre?” I ask, becoming concerned.
She looks up at me with a tiny jump, as if she were just startled out of deep thought. “Is G-Dra- G-Dragon my real appa?” She asks.
Every ounce of breath has left my body as I stare at my daughter in complete shock. My mouth slips ajar, the words I was going to speak caught on the tip of my tongue. How do I even respond to this? Why would she think Ji-Yong isn’t her appa? Why would she refer to him as his stage name? I know she has heard me call him Ji-Yong. Many more questions fill my mind but by her silence, I can see she is becoming uncomfortable. “W-What makes you think he isn’t your appa?” I question somewhat sternly.
A frown settles itself on her face. “He never comes home.. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. He didn’t come to my last birthday, he missed Christmas and he missed your birthday, too, eomma. You’re always sad.” Mirre looks up at me with tears leaking from her eyes.
From the wetness on my cheeks, I’m also crying. I didn’t even realize I was sad about this. Mirre brings up a good point. I’ve been ignoring the fact that Ji-Yong is never around. I never wanted to accept it and it has always been easiest to ignore how much I’ve been hurting. “And now you’re crying again.” Mirre sighs, her bottom lip quivering.
“Hey,” I smile, wiping my tears away quickly, “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? Ji-Yong is your appa. He will be here for your birthday and he will be around more often. I promise you.” I hold my pinky out, grinning when she links her own tiny pinky with my own.
“Hey, babe.” Ji-Yong greets upon answering his phone. My immediate instinct is to melt into his words, but I refrain.
“Hi.” Silence spreads over the line. I can tell he knows something is wrong, which is exactly why he isn’t saying anything.
“Is everything okay?” He questions cautiously.
He genuinely sounds concerned, which leads me to bite my lip harshly, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Ji-Yong..” I murmur, tears already beginning to slip down my cheeks.
A sigh falls past his lips and I just know he is running a hand down his face. “Don’t cry, love. C’mon, you can tell me.” He says softly.
With a deep breath, I am able to compose myself. “You’re never around.” His stunned silence prompts me to continue. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter? She asked me today if G-Dragon was her real appa. She barely even knows who you are.” I rant, all of the words just spilling out of my mouth. “Think about that for a while. Maybe you’ll start putting you daughter before your career, G-Dragon.”
“Happy birthday, my love.” I sigh, kissing Mirre on the cheek. She giggles happily, staring up at her deluxe doll house. The last of the guests have left, and I can just tell how exhausted she is from all the exertion and playing.
“Thank you for the presents, eomma.” There is a hint of sadness to her voice. I can see in her eyes that she misses her abeoji. “Appa isn’t going to come, is he?” She murmurs, her sad, little eyes gazing at the floor boards.
I immediately engulf her in my embrace. “I don’t know what to say, my love.” I sigh, at a complete loss for words. How do you explain to your daughter that her abeoji cares more about his career than he does his family? “Appa is just-”
“I’m here!” A voice suddenly yells from the doorway. Mirre and I both snap our heads towards the direction of the noise. Standing in front of the door, holding a giant, wrapped box, with sweat pouring down the side of his face, is Ji-Yong. “I got stuck in traffic for three hours.” He gently places the box down and leans against the wall. “I tried to get here on time.. this was my chance to show you both that I’ve changed and I messed it up..”
Before his spiel can continue, a tiny squeal interrupts him. “Appa!” Mirre shrieks, bursting out of my hold and sprinting as fast as her miniature legs will take her towards Ji-Yong. “Appa!” She jumps into him, effectively knocking him over.
“Hey baby girl.” He laughs holding her tightly to his body. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, appa.” She cries. I can see the pain in his eyes just from those few simple words. He makes eye contact with me, but I quickly avert my gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”
Ji-Yong lets out a choked sob. “No, baby girl. I love you and eomeoni with all my heart. You two are the only girls I want in my life.” He says sincerely, running his fingers through her hair.
“Did you get me a present?” She asks excitedly. He nods, prompting her to run over and rip away the wrapping paper. “Appa.. eomma already got me this doll house.” She giggles, looking over at him with innocent eyes.
I hold in a laugh, shaking my head. “Oh man… do you want me to return it and get you something else?” He frowns.
“No, it will do.” She grins. “Now my dolls will have two houses!”
As I stare fondly at our daughter, I don’t notice Ji-Yong make his way over to me. “I’m sorry for never being here for the two of you.” He whispers. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I hold back the urge to start crying. “I didn’t have my priorities in check. I don’t want to mess up what I have. You and Mirre are my life. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” He runs his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you.”
“It’s going to take more than an apology and some sweet words to convince me otherwise.” I state matter-of-factly, smirking at him. He flashes me a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I’ve got a lot planned for you, love.” He grins cheekily, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll see soon. I’m changing my ways.”
“Appa!” Mirre calls. “Please come build the doll houses for me!” With a quick wink to me, Ji-Yong goes to help assemble the doll houses. I stare adoringly at my small family, knowing that things are going to turn around and only get better from here on out.
It’s cold in your small apartment, only light in the room is on your table with also a light coming from the TV screen. The colors flashing over your dull face as you flipped the channels.
Pete has gone somewhere, he hasn’t told you where he went off to. He always seemed to be off somewhere, without you.
“ Quite buggerin’ me! Can’t I breathe without ya buggerin’ me?” he yelled right before he left slamming the door behind him. Pete and you were merely friends sharing the apartment.
Checking your phone for any messages, finding none. You decided to go on Twitter scrolling through your dash until you reach the NXT Twitter showing the promo between Pete and Tyler for the UK Title this upcoming Wednesday. You remember when Pete had told you first about it, how excited he was that he wanted to becoming champion. He deserves it, after everything he worked for. The moment was his.
But Pete wasn’t usually like this, not at all. He never snapped at you. You dialed a familiar number putting it on speaker, with minutes he answers the phone.
“ Do you know the fuck is wrong with Dunne?” the other person on the line chuckles.
“ Hello to ya to Y/N” Trent says, you could hear people in the background.
“ Hi Trent, better?” you got up from the couch making your way into your bedroom to fish out your journal to write in. it made you feel better usually. But as you looked into the drawer, it was there but something was off about it. Flipping through the pages as you had the phone on your shoulder and ear listening to Trent talk on the other line about something to due with the match on Wednesday.
One page stuck out to you as it was folded, you never fold your pages. Suddenly it was like a light bulb flash on top of your head as you realize that Pete has been in your room going through your stuff. How dare he? This was your own private stuff in it, all your memories and secrets kept in it. Who gave him the right to snoop.
A wave of angry tears find their way to your eyes, streaming down your cheeks. In rage, you throw your journal on the bed,on the other line Trent was still talking like there was no tomorrow. You haven’t seen in him awhile. Your balled fist wipe your tears as you sniff, catching Trent’s attention.
“ ‘hat’s goin’ on?” he asks, worried.
“ I call ‘hat bullshit, yer are crying. Talk to me”
“It’s fucking Pete that’s what!” you ended the call with Trent being angry at yourself for leaving it out for Pete to find your journal.
As you sit on your bed, the ringing of your phone once again cuts through your room. You’re not into the mood to talk to Trent or anyone at the moment, but the familiar tone lets you know it’s not Trent calling. When you lift up the phone from your bed, turning it over, as if the name on the screen hissed at your skin. A picture of Pete with his nickname lights up on your screen. You stare at it for a moment before declining the call. You let it sit on your bed, let it continue to ring, wiping your eyes from the tears.
There were only a few moments before it rang again, and don’t answer him again. Rejecting the call, pressing the red button. Grabbing your phone hearing it ring once more, groaning you get up to throw it against the wall with a harsh swing.
It’s been a day since you last spoke with Pete. He has been trying to reach you and talk to you but got nothing from you. You haven’t even peeked out of your room since you were home, you had a few days off before getting back into the ring. You questioned yourself if you were being dramatic about this or not or should you confront him about this. But then you remember, he looked into your journal. Something personal to you.
It’s Wednesday, now. You’re returning from home going back to the arena for your match tonight against Ember Moon. Tonight wasn’t too pleasant as you had to face Pete one way for another. He has been trying to talk to you and tried to corner you but you always had a chance to run away. You’re parking the car, getting our your back when you hear Liv call out to you, you just groan continue to walk inside. You groan gets louder noticing the figure waiting by the door until he clears his throat.
You open the doors walking inside holding your bag on your shoulder, he follows you inside walking besides you. He is wearing a cap on backwards, clutching his bag on his shoulder with a hoodie on him with some shorts.
“ Hey” you roll your eyes and take deep breaths not to lash out on him.
“ Fuck off, Pete”
“ You haven’ been ignorin’ me…” He steps in front of you stopping you in your track, looking elsewhere but at him. Only a few inches separate you. He has a sad look on his face, pouting with his eyebrows pulled together.
“ I take it ya hate me or somethin’”
You let out a chuckle and attempt to walk around him, he steps in front of you yet again blocking your path.
“ Wait..” He sighs and takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair brushing it back. He thinks to himself to why your this pissed off at him. He never seen you like this. But then the other day he went to look for your journal again to see what you wrote that day when it wasn’t there. It’s like a lightbulb appeared on top of his hat. He sighs.
“ Can I jus’ explain m’self b’fore ya go?”
“ Sure, you can go ahead, but it won’t do you any good.” You spatted, snarling at him. “ It’s better if you save your breath.”
“ I wasn’ goin’ t’apoligize,” he tells you. This shocked you, he wasn’t? Then why was he wasting his time standing in front of you.
“ Good to know. Move out of my way.”
“Y/N,” he sighs, licking his lips trying to find what to say to you, taking a step forward. You stepped back, wanting nothing to do with him.
“ Stop” he growled seeing every time he took a step forward, you take one back. “ Pete, fuck off!” anger tears spilled down your cheeks, you never cried in front of him because he never knew how to handle when someone cries or is hurt. Your head is turned away from him as you sniff, trying so hard to keep your distance from him. You don’t want to even be here. The Pete you knew would never snoop in your things.
“ Are ya cryin’?” He looks confused with his eyebrows frowned together, his hand is up reaching for you. His chest feels like it’s tightened and he feels lost not knowing what to do.
“ Go away.” you say through your tears, but he stood there. “ Pete.. please.” “ ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry ‘m an idiot . Didn’ know yah’d be upset like ‘his”
“ What’s that suppose to mean?” you asked, turning your head towards him. “ Yeh never talk to me about your day, I knew yeh like to write, I wanted to see yah writin’”
Your fist were balled up as you angrily shook staring at him.
“ That’s my stuff! You went through my stuff without my permission! The fuck Dunne!”
“ Didn’ think it was that big of a-”
“ Excuse you! Those were my thoughts. You invaded my privacy!”
You wanted him to know that what he did was wrong, he stopped over a dangerous line.
“ There was a reason I never showed because it is my journal. My stuff! My private writing!”
“ But you’re so good! People deserve to be able t’read yeh stories”
“ Shut up!” a hand runs down your face as you sigh. He’s not understanding you clearly.
“ What I write in my journal is for my eyes only. I don’t want to share with anyone. Understand?!”
I jus’ thought th-”
“ Thought what? You don’t! You invaded my privacy Pete! You read things I don’t want you to ever find out! You cannot do th-”
You were cut off as Pete grabbed your face with both his hands as his lips are on yours, kissing you with hunger. Your hand balled up a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you kiss back. He pulls away for a brief moment and your out of breath with your lips tingling.
“ Would yeh jus’ shut up?” he whispers, fingers brushing over your cheek. “ m sorry. I was tryin’ t’ make yeh tick”
You had barely enough time to tell him off again when his lips crash against yours, hands going from your cheeks to your waist making you go back until your back hits the wall. Your mind is clouded like a blank page, tongues going into battle. You had never imagined kissing your best friend like this. You’d be lying if you told yourself you never thought of him as more of a friend. You push every thought away as your arms go around his neck, kissing him.
“ Dunne! What the blood hell are yeh doin’ boy?” Regal’s voice makes Pete pull away from you as he glance over at him.
“ Yeh got a match in less than 10 minutes” Pete’s eyes go wide before he looks at you, kissing you one more before he rushes to his bag picking it up tossing yours to you before he rushes off.
“ Good luck Bruiser!” you yell, he stops in his running turns to face you yells out, “ ‘his is for yeh love! ‘m winnin’ ‘hat ‘itle for yeh!”
is anyone else far too into shipping hell like I could be three episodes into a tv show and two characters have a somewhat meaningful conversation and I’m just
“they’re in love, here are sixteen reasons why and seven aus for them and three situations they could end up in that would strengthen the close emotional and romantic bond that they undoubtedly share”