very much enjoyed it

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good times were had. I had david sign the part of the play where he has an orgasm on stage (see top left). because why the fuck not. 😁 he was in way too much of a rush to notice, anyway. but it amuses me. I have his signature on plenty of tickets and other stuff, so this was a spot of self-indulgence.

the pic is shaky but he is handsome as ever. I very much enjoyed watching him be a debauched lech tonight. 😘👌

the schoolbook of love

my first namjoon writing ever. i’m not 100% happy with it, but i think it’s ok. i hope you all enjoy nevertheless. remember that feedback is very much appreciated! -sen

summary: you’re the new girl in school, and you’re teamed up with the smart guy in class. what could happen?

genres: fluff, angst??

word count: 9.3k

pairing: namjoon x reader

warnings!: -

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Starting a new life is nowhere near as scary as leaving the old one behind. See, it’s easy to start something new, but dropping something you’ve been used to for years, and trying to build a new life and ways to function is very hard. So, starting in a new school could be described as a very frustrating experience. All what you have known about social circles and so on, are not valid anymore. The people are new, the teachers are new, the classrooms are new, everything’s new. Heck, even the schoolbooks are new.

Some are lucky, and they can easily leave something meaningless behind. So for you, it felt like nothing to change schools. You didn’t own any friends in your old school, and you had your doubts about finding friends in the new school either. You were there to study - and that what you were going to do.

It was the first Monday in the new city. You had waken up early to get to a shower, wash up and make yourself even slightly better looking. Not that you were trying to impress anyone - you just wanted to feel better about your first day of school. Whether it was worked or not, that should be asked from the students, not you. You dressed up, ate a small breakfast, and then made your way to the new building where you educational would be held.

The principal had given you a tour around the school last Friday, so basically you should be familiar with getting around the school. You were wrong. Terribly wrong. You had no idea where any type of an class was, and of course the map you’d been given had gone missing. What a way to start your school life in the new school - lost and late.

“Hey, excuse me? Are you lost?” You heard a quiet voice of a girl behind you. You turned around, and a rather short girl, with a pretty smile was standing in front of you. You smiled back - no need to be rude.

“Yeah. It’s my first day. Do you know where’s the history class?” You asked and the girl smiled widely. She nodded.

“Yes! I’m going there too. Mind walking with me? I’m Eunha, by the way”, she said and grinned.

“I’m Y/N. Let’s go”, you said. Eunha just nodded, and lead the way. Eunha seemed like a good person - she wasn’t jumping on you asking everything about your life or if you and her could be friends forever until the world collides. She made you feel comfortable in the strange environment. Maybe the school wouldn’t be so bad. Eunha could be someone you could spend time with in school, maybe even outside. It would all depend on her behaviour for the next few hours.

“Why did you move?” Eunha broke the silence between you two. People were still crowding the hallways, chatting filling every silence that could happen. You shrugged your shoulders.

“My parents needed to move. I didn’t mind, I don’t own many friends. They chose a good school - this one - so I just came”, you explained. Eunha just nodded, and you smiled. She wasn’t going to ask you every single little detail about your life before, and you appreciated that. Openness wasn’t your forte, and Eunha didn’t want you to make it one.


Eunha and you arrived in the class. The teacher was overly excited about getting you into her class. Not that you cared - to you it was only a new class with a new teacher and new students. No one wants to come off as rude though, so you smiled at her. All was well - nothing had happened yet.

“Miss Y/L/N, you can sit next to Mister Kim Namjoon right there”, the professor said and you nodded. Eunha tried to pull your hand to say something, but you weren’t there to disobey a teacher. You got seated next to the guy. You had to admit - he was good looking, but you weren’t there to drool over boys, or girls for that case. That just wasn’t you. He answered you with a polite smile and then turned to look at the board where the teacher was doodling something about the first world war. Strange - but it might just work.

The lesson started properly and while the professor kept going on and on about the gases they used during the war time. You stole a look at the boy sitting next to you. He had an interested look on his face, and he kept scribbling something to his notebook - probably just notes from the class. At least he takes his studying seriously, and doesn’t mess around in school.

“Listen up, class! You know I mentioned the project for this course? We’re starting it today. I’ll be announcing the groups and subjects you’ll be working on. You have ten days to finish it - please make sure you do!” The proffesor announced five minutes before the bells would ring. The whole class groaned in annoyance, expect you and Namjoon. This was just another project - school is school and in school you must do assignments that the teachers give you. At least you thought that way, others didn’t seem to.

“Group number one is Miss Y/N Y/L/N, Mr. Kim Namjoon, Jung Eunha, Jeon Somin, Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin. Your subject is the Western front in the First World War”, the professor called out, and you heard Eunha’s litle voice whisper something to the girl sitting next to her, you figured out it would be Somin. You turned around to face Namjoon, who gave you a smile. Eunha, Somin, and the two guys sitting in front of you turned to yours and Namjoon’s direction.

“What even happened in the first world war? I mean, I’ve heard of Mussolini and all”, one of the boys said and you furrowed your eyebrows. Was he serious?

“That was the second world war, Seokjin-hyung”, Namjoon said next to you. He didn’t seem too shocked by his friend being very uneducated. Strange. You hummed in agreement, and looked at the people next to you. There was no hope, it was time to take matters into your own hands. You opened your little notebook and started scribbling your plans.

“I figured two of you could do as in why the war started in the western front, like what were the problems and issues behind the war. Two could write about how the war was stuck in the western front. Reasons, and why it continued that way. The remaining two could write about how and why did the war end, and how did affect all the other countries, and especially Germany. Does this sound like a plan?” You said, and when the last word was written, you lifted your gaze from the paper only to be met with 4 confused, impressed faces, and one smiling face. Namjoon nodded at your idea, smiling widely.

“Sounds great. Me and Y/N can do the first one. Choose your partners, go”, Namjoon said with his deep voice while showing off his dimpled smile. You smiled back, while the other groaned and choose their seated partners.

“Namjoon, it’s not fair! Clearly Y/N is smarter than all of us, probably even smarter than you, how could you just steal her?” Eunha asked and you looked at her, answering her with a smile.

“Well Eunha, it’s about time you’ll all learn a bit about history. Holocaust, in the first world war, seriously?” Namjoon laughed and Seokjin groaned.

“Say it one time while being sleep-deprived and they never let it go”, Seokjin groaned and the guy - you guessed it would be Jimin - laughed a little.

“Okay. Class dismissed. Please work on your projects!” the professor yelled over all the loud chatting. Namjoon got up from his seat.

“Library, tomorrow at 6 in the evening, is everyone alright with that? Yes? Good”, he said, without letting anyone answer his question. With that, he was off. A strange, but smart guy. Interesting.

“Y/N! We have lunch, wanna come with me?” Eunha asked you and you nodded, smiling. Maybe the school would be alright, after all.

Eunha was a nice girl to you. She asked just the right questions, and told you just enough about the school so that you wouldn’t accidentally embarrass yourself or anything. She told you more about Namjoon, the surprisingly smart guy next to you. She told you that his grades were super high, highest in the school and that he had his friends. Eunha mentioned that he was single in a rather suggestive way, but you didn’t consider it that important. A guy is a guy, a girl is a girl. How could you have a boyfriend if you didn’t even have proper friends yet?

The school day ended sooner than you would’ve guessed. At least that’s what it felt like. Eunha asked you to hang out with her, and for a change, you agreed to come with her. She took you to her house and spilled all the dirty secrets of the school. You asked a few questions about the mysterious Namjoon guy. Turned out, he was one of the smartest guys in the whole school. Liked, and well-mannered. Seemed like a good guy. After hours and hours of talking with Eunha, you went home, and your mind was consumed by Namjoon. Who was he? Could you get to know him? What if he was the total opposite of what you thought?

The following school day was also short. Namjoon had psychology class with you, and he actually had a conversation with you, before the teacher came into class.

“Oh, hi. Y/N, wasn’t it?” Was the first thing he asked. You nodded and seated yourself next to him - all the other seats were taken by other people.

“How was the first day of school?” He asked. Polite, you thought. Not even Eunha had asked you that.

“It was alright. A school is a school. This just seems better than my old one”, you smiled and he nodded. His dimples showed whenever he flashed that pretty smile of his. What a charming point.

“Well, then”, he said when he heard steps from high heels coming from outside. I hope you enjoy this school. It’s a bit strange, but not bad at all", he laughed and you answered with a smile. When the teacher stepped in, he went silent and focused everything on his work. No one could distract him from getting all his class assignments ready. After the teacher dismissed the class, he stood up.

“See you at six, aight?” He said, waited for your response - a plain nod - and then ran off to another class. What a strange guy.

The clock striked four, and all your classes for the day were completed, you jumped on the bus home to make yourself ready for tonight’s study session. The clock striked 5:45pm after what felt like an eternity and it could’ve not been any sooner. You walked downstairs, put your shoes on and got out of the house. If you and Namjoon could work on the project in peace, the fact that his friends didn’t know much about basic history wouldn’t be so bad at all.

You arrived two minutes early at the library, where Namjoon, Seokjin and Somin where already seated. You smiled and made your way to them, sitting next to Namjoon. They both smiled and greeted you. They both already had opened their books, and it seemed as if Somin was trying to learn something. That’s only good, right? Somin must know something before making a project.

It didn’t take long for Jimin and Eunha to arrive to the library either. They laughed with each other rather loudly, but it was soon stopped by Somin shushing them. Eunha rolled her eyes, still sitting next to her friend. Jimin went to next to Seokjin, saying to hello to you in the process. You answered with a smile. Namjoon looked at everyone and then smiled.

“Okay”, he whispered and everyone turned to look at him for instructions.

“So. Somin and Eunha, you can do the as in why the war was stuck, and Seokjin-hyung and Jimin will do the aftermath of the war. Does everyone have a laptop?” He asked with a quiet voice and everyone nodded.

“Great. I think we should all spread out a little - considering how loud Jimin and Eunha are”, Namjoon whispered and received a kick under the table from either Jimin or Eunha, you weren’t entirely sure. You were sure it hurt though, judging from the groan that slipped from his lips.

“Respect your elders, Eunha. Now, off you go. Y/N and I will stay here”, Namjoon said, keeping his gaze in Jimin. The younger and shorter one rolled his eyes and got up. Seokjin whined something about how the other chairs were uncomfortable, but they did leave. Eunha patted you on your shoulders and gave you a smile, before running away with Somin. You turned to smile at Namjoon, who was already surprisingly staring at you. He blushed and turned to pull out his laptop.

“So, I think we should do it as… Uh… Like… A power point? I guess. Whatever’s fine with you, I’ll be fine with it, honestly”, Namjoon mumbled, sounding a bit flustered. Was it because you were alone with him? Can’t be, he probably has girls drooling all over him all the time.

“We made power points in my last school all the time, so using one is easy for me. Let’s do that one?” You whispered as an answer and Namjoon just nodded, opening his laptop. If he was going to be as shy as that, this will be a long evening.



Namjoon is a hard-working person, who doesn’t give up on the things he starts on. Once he starts working on something, he needs to get it finished, that’s just his nature. This project was different, however. He wanted to procastinate the work, just so that he could spend more time with you. You were extremely intelligent, he noticed it the first time you opened your mouth in that previous history class. You were also a hard-working person, not to mention that you were attracting to him. He usually didn’t react around girls, but you were different. He didn’t even know you properly, but he felt all blushy and giddy when just sitting next to you. It’s dangerous, feeling something for someone even after such a short time. It just means that the person causing your heart trouble - it always means that.

“Y/N?” He broke the silence with a quiet whisper. You lifted your gaze from your own laptop. You two had actually gotten a lot more done than what the other people in your group had, but it still felt like so little.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you move here?” Namjoon asked, his voice shaking a little. He was stupidly nervous, you were just a girl? Why was it any different that it was with with Somin or Eunha?

“My father found a new job here. And I didn’t really mind moving here. I don’t really have any friends, so no one would be missing me if I moved away”, you said, as if the last part of your sentence was the most simple thing. Namjoon felt his heart receive a little stab. How could someone like you not have any friends? He still understood, that it was none of his business, so he didn’t ask any further.

“How long have you lived here, then?” you asked him, in return and he felt his cheeks blush again. He collected himself, not showing you how nervous just a little question from you made him.

“All my life, if I’m correct”, Namjoon and laughed silently. You joined his laughter and he felt his smile widen. You thought it was funny?

“That’s cool. This city seems really interesting. What places do you reccomend to see? Or to eat, I could use some food after this”, you said and Namjoon smiled widely. He knew his chance was now or never. He coughed a little, and nodded.

“Y-yeah, I know a few places”, Namjoon said and felt another wave of coughs flushing over him. God damn it, why now? It felt like forever until he no longer needed to cough, but you just smiled at him with an understanding look on your face.

“Gesundheit”, you said and smiled a little. Namjoon furrowed his brows slightly, clearly confused over the meaning of the new mystical word.

“Means bless you in German. The literal translation is health, and I know you’re supposed to say after someone sneezes, but I figured you could use some health, if you cough that much. Are you really okay? Because we can go home if you’re not healthy”, you said and Namjoon felt his heart flutter inside his chest. You cared about him and his health! What an angel. He shook his head.

“I’m fine, thank you. But I do know a few places where we could grab food, if you just want to? We’ve probably done more than the others combined, and if you’re hungry, we can eat. It’s fine if you don’t want to, but there’s this great chicken pla-” Namjoon’s words were interrupted by your quiet giggles.

“Chicken sounds great. Let’s go.”



It all felt like a dream. You, and the smart guy that you were working with were getting food, and he didn’t seem bothered by you spending time with him. You were all smiles, and so was he. When you finally did arrive at the chicken place and got your food, the gates to heaven were opened for you. You both started eating and chatting about everything that’s been going on in the world and in your lives.

“Namjoon? Are Jimin and Eunha dating?” you asked him. You didn’t really care, but you wanted to ask him about your possible new future friends. He just nodded.

“Yes, for six months now. They seem really happy together, don’t they?” Namjoon said and smiled again, his deep dimples showing. You answered his smile again and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess. Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend. Or a special someone? You know what I mean”, you asked, your curiosity genuine. If he was taken, then that would be your sign to not develop anything too deep. You would never come between someone else’s relationship - if they’re taken, they’re taken and that’s just basic rules of life. Namjoon shook his head this time.

“No, I don’t. I guess the people in our school aren’t so special to me? Like don’t get me wrong, they’re pretty and nice and all, but not that way”, he answered, his voice deep and calming. You nodded, smiling. Only better.

“Do you then have anyone special in your heart?” He asked you, his voice a little breathy again. You smiled and shook your head.

“No. I don’t have many friends, so having a boyfriend or a girlfriend when not having any platonic love seems like a surreal idea to me. I think platonic love is equally important as romantic love. See, forgetting platonic love while being blinded by romantic love is a toxic formula”, you said, while taking another piece of chicken inside your mouth. Namjoon chuckled.

“Why the chuckle?” you asked and he just smiled.

“Nothing. It’s just that I agree, and I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who thinks this way, or at least dares to admit it outloud. Not that it’s strange or weird to think this way, people just don’t often pour their thoughts out the way they should”, Namjoon said and smiled. You smiled back, and it felt natural so sit in front of him and smile with him. The evening went forward, you continued chatting and it was the most you had laughed in a while.

Soon, you noticed the clock was already almost ten. Your parents knew you could protect yourself, but you did feel your eyelids refusing to stay open. Namjoon had noticed that too, and he got up from the table to pay. You wanted to tell him not to, but the words wouldn’t come out. He soon payed and returned back to you. In a blur, he took your arms in his and started dragging you out of the restaurant. You didn’t mind - you wanted to get home and sleep like there was no tomorrow.

Namjoon walked you home, trying to keep you concious. He kind of succeeded, because you did realise when you arrived at your house. How he knew your address - you didn’t know, but didn’t care. You were home finally.

“Y/N? We’re here. I put mine and Eunha’s phone number to your notebook, let us know when we can work on our project, alright?” Namjoon asked in a sweet tone and you nodded sleepily.

“Yeah, I will. Thank you”, you said, smiling to him. Namjoon smiled widely and caressed your cheek.

“Good night, Y/N”, he said as you walked to your house, keys in hand. You just smiled back, feeling all giddy.

“Good night, Namjoon.”


The following morning was filled with the feeling of embarrasament and guilt. How could you let yourself get so sleepy like that? It wasn’t you at all. And you made Namjoon walk through the whole city and pay for your food? You’ve really topped yourself this time.

You pulled out your phone while sitting on the bus on your way to school, and texted Eunha with the number Namjoon had given to you. You told her who you were and then told the story about last night. She answered with a bunch of laughing emojies. She might’ve found it amusing, but you sure didn’t.

Your misfortunate for the day was only at its prime, because the minute you stepped out of the bus, you bumped into Namjoon, almost tripping the both of you over. He laughed with his deep tone and looked at you. You felt your body freeze, breathing hitch in your throat and your cheeks blush. What if he was mad over the fact that you made him pay for the food and that you embarrased yourself in front of him?

“Well good morning to you too, Y/N. Slept well?” He asked. You recognised a teasing tone in his voice and your insides let out a exhale of relief. He wasn’t angry with you, that was a good sign. It didn’t take away the embarrasement, though.

“Yeah, thank you. Listen… I’m sorry for last night. I know I should’ve stayed awake better. I’m sorry I made you pay, I can pay you back right now, if it’s okay?” You said, words blurting out of your mouth really fast and almost not understandable. Namjoon laughed at your silliness and shook his head in disagreement.

“Don’t mention it, it’s fine. I understand that you were tired, and I didn’t mind. Don’t pay me back, I would’ve payed for the meal in any case. And although I believe you’d be perfectly fine with walking by yourself in the city, I doubt a sleepy Y/N would be good at defending herself. Correct me if I’m wrong”, Namjoon said and ruffled his hair. You felt little giggles escape your lips and bit your lower lip. So Namjoon wasn’t mad, and he wouldn’t his you with snarky remarks too much for almost falling asleep on him. Things could be worse.

“Okay, alright. I’m still sorry though”, you answered back and he waved his hands as if he was trying to woosh away the silly comments about it. A cloud silence was flewn over the two of you, and after a few seconds is started to get awkward. He was the first one to break the silence.

“Can we possibly do another study session, tonight? Unless you have hobbies or something, then we can do it tomorrow?” Namjoon asked, and you couldn’t help but smile at his nervous voice. He was so polite to you, and asking for something as simple as a study session made him nervous? Hell, even looking at him after last night made you nervous.

“Yeah. My place or your place? I doubt that the others want to come. I don’t know them that well yet, but they’ll probably just whine, or something”, you said and you both erupted in quiet laughter. Namjoon shrugged his shoulders.

“My place? My parents and little sister are gone for tonight, so the house would be empty. I mean, they wouldn’t boher us, but I figured the living room would be a nicer place to study than my room”, Namjoon said, his voice still shaking. You giggled and nodded.

“Text me a time, when you’re ready and I’ll make sure to send you the address, alright?” He asked and you nodded, feeling your smile widen and widen every second while being closer to him. Funny how he could make the butterflies fly rapidly in your stomach, even if you had only known him for a little while. He could make the sun glow a little brighter everytime his dimples showed.

“Yeah. Do we have any classes today together?” You asked with a curious voice. Maybe you could spend more time with him?

“I have literature, math, chemistry, and P.E. My day’s kind of short today. What about you?” He asked, and you already knew your answers would be disappointing.

“English, social studies, physics, French and literature. Guess we’ll just see each other tonight?” You smiled with an apologizing look smothered all across your face. Namjoon answered you with a goofy smile back.

“Yeah. Looking forward to it”, he said. It felt like you both had something to say to each other, but he got called by one of his friends, so he excused himself and you were left with trying to find Eunha and go through everything that had just happened and what will happen tonight. 



When you’re really anticipating something, time seems to be stuck and the clock doesn’t want to move. The same thing happened with today, and Eunha sitting next to you, blabbering on and on about how it’s gonna be so amazing didn’t slow down the speedy flight of the butterflies in your stomach.

“Do you like him? Namjoon, I mean”, Eunha asked with a quiet voice in physics class. There were still almost two and half hours until school would end. And then you had another one and a half hours until you could leave for Namjoon’s house. He had already texted his address, and you had it memorized. You looked at Eunha and bit your lower lip.

“I haven’t really felt romantic feelings before, so I don’t know. He’s nice and I want to do our project”, you whispered back and she scoffed.

“Romantic feelings my butt. You clearly like him. But that’s totally understandable. If I weren’t together with Jimin, I’d like Namjoon as well. He’ll be nice to you, even if he’s a little inexperienced. But if you’ve never felt romantic feelings, or if that’s what you’re calling them, you’ll fit perfectly. You’ll be so cute!” She smiled and you smiled back. You nodded at his answer and smiled back. Eunha wasn’t the perfect friend after all, the squealing little girl was inside her, after all. But that’s fine, not everyone can be perfect. You had your flaws, not allowing Eunha have hers would be unfair. Besides, she was still excited over you getting to spend time with Namjoon, and that meant more to you than her being annoying. It meant that even if you had known her for a short while, she was still happy for you for small things. And that was worth more than a hundred friends who don’t really care.


Somehow the time slowly was enough for you to leave. Eunha wanted to come with you to your house and make you prettier, but you refused. This was only supposed to be a study session, not a date. Besides, Namjoon seemed like the type of guy that wouldn’t be too worried if a girl showed up at his house with baggy clothes and a bare face. He wouldn’t probably even care. But the tiny, shallow bit of you wanted to make yourself more attractive, even if it was for just a little bit.

The clock finally striked 5:29 and you knew you should get going if you wanted to be in time. You still weren’t entirely sure where his home was located, and you wanted to get enough spare time for getting lost. And besides, Namjoon’s house be very far away, and you weren’t very fond on running around. Shoes on, bag on your shoulder and off we go.

To your surprise, the half an hour was just enough time to arrive at his house. You were three minutes early. Or should you be? You could wait three minutes outside until it would be exactly six o'clock, or just walk on in three minutes early. After pondering on it, you chose the latter, walked over to the door and knocked. You heard your heart beat hard and loud in your ears and tried to collect your breathing. He would come in through the door any second now, you would soon be inside and he would do the project with you and you could talk with each other and it would be so strange and the door opened.

“Oh, hi. Come on in”, Namjoon’s deep voice ended the silence and you felt your mind feel relief. You smiled, nodded and stepped inside. Here we go.

“Do you want something to drink? Or to eat? I have some ramen in the closets, but I guess that’s too plain…” Namjoon said but you giggled when you kicked your shoes off your feet.

“Ramen sounds amazing right now, to be honest”, you answered and Namjoon smiled widely, nodding.

“Alright, ramen it is”, Namjoon laughed. He showed you the way to the living room with his hands, telling you that all is set up and if you wanted you could start working on the project. You seated yourself in the sofa, throwing one leg over the other. You could hear Namjoon working in the kitchen, the water starting to boil slowly but steady. Your laptop was placed on the wooden surface of the table. The water was boiling even louder, and you heard Namjoon whistle a quiet melody. Where from, you didn’t know. You were startled by the water boiler making contact with the kitchen floor.

“Fuck!” Namjoon yelled and it was your sign to get up from the sofa and check the situation in the other room. You rushed your steps to the kitchen, only to see Namjoon sitting on the floor and the water boiler pouring the liquid out on the floor, some on Namjoon’s hand. You squated next to him and moved the hot object away from him.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Those could give you really bad burns”, you said and took his hand into yours. You examined the hand and sighed.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit clumsy”, Namjoon said, shame flushing over him. You shook your head and smiled. Silly boy.

“It’s not your fault, it was an accident. Those happen. I just want to make sure that you’re not hurt. Does your hand hurt?” you asked and he just shook his head, a goofy smile on his face. You smiled back and took a piece of clothing used for drying from the cooking surface. You wiped it across the floor, but Namjoon took a hold of your hand.

“I am not letting you clean my mistakes”, Namjoon said, but his words were not heard. Only thing you cared about was his hand on your hand, holding it in place. He seemed to realize what he did, but didn’t let go. You both looked into each others eyes and smiled. Neither of you moved forward or backward, and there was a familiarity to it.

Namjoon let go of your hand and shook his head. You pulled out your hand to yourself and got up from the floor, him following your actions after starting to wipe the floor. You picked the water boiler from the floor and investigated its condition.

“Strange. It didn’t break. I’ll make the ramen for us now, alright? You go work on the project”, you said and looked at Namjoon’s defeated face. He didn’t have a choice, so he chose just to go and sit on the sofa.

Cup ramen is easy to make, and it doesn’t take too long. That’s the charm of it, it’s easy and fast, and it tastes good. A gift sent from up above. You carried the ready portions with chopsticks inside your long sleeved shirt. You placed the cups on the cold surface of the table, careful to not spill anything on Namjoon’s computer, where he was already working. You weren’t poor, but you sure as hell would not be able to afford paying for it either. He thanked you and you seated yourself next to him, smiling. You heard him slurp his food, and you decided to do the same - hunger was already clawing at your stomach hard. You still kept your eyes on Namjoon and his laptop. He looked so focused and… Manly? No, this can’t be. You shook your head and turned your eyes away from him. You were here to work, not to mess around.

“So, Y/N, I was thinking that you could speak the parts you’ve written yourself and I could speak the part I’ve written?” You heard Namjoon break the silence set above you. You nodded at him and flashed him a smile. You both turned back to your laptops, silence being louder than ever.

“I think were pretty far with this project, so we can take a break”, Namjoon said after what felt like a million years. The break was much needed, your back was aching and you desperately needed water after the salty portion of ramen. He was a step ahead, however and already had a water bottle ready for you. He told you to drink up, and so you did. It tasted sweet.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Namjoon said and when you turned to face him, he was smirking. You grinned back.

“Ain’t nothing there, sorry”, you giggled and he hummed back.

“Can you ask you something?” Namjoon asked and bit his lower lip. You nodded, knowing you couldn’t say no to that face.

“Why did you talk about not having friends? You’re a nice girl, I don’t understand as in to why you wouldn’t have friends”, Namjoon asked and you felt your mind go blank. Maybe your face did too, since Namjoon was quick to correct himself.

“I’m sorry. It’s fine if you don’t want to answer, I know I crossed a line there. You know what, nevermind”, Namjoon mumbled quickly, and the blush on his face was obvious. You coughed and shook your head.

“It’s fine. I can tell you”, you answered and collected your thoughts. How to explain it? What if he would think that you’re weird for thinking this way? Or think you’re emotionally uncapable of living like everyone else?

“So… I don’t know. I’ve always appreciated people behaving modest and listening to what other people think and how they think. But not so many people are that way. When I started high school, none of the people there seemed like they could be a friend. Everyone had some sort of an impatience to them. Not that I was perfect, I didn’t listen to their thoughts that well either. The people at my school were all pretty much stuck up, and they didn’t want to listen to my thoughts, I guess? And I just didn’t want to bother. I think a lot, and if someone doesn’t want to listen to me at times, then I don’t want to bother. I know you’ll think of Eunha and ask me why am I friends with her. I guess she just didn’t jump on me the second we met, telling her thoughts immediately. She understood that I wasn’t very experienced in stuff like this, and she’s nice”, you said, the vomit of words just coming out. Namjoon listened, humming inbetween sentences to tell you he was listening. It felt good to tell your thoughts to someone else than yourself, for a change.

“It’s kinda hard to explain, I guess? But yeah. When you’ve spent enough time in school without friends, it’s hard to make them your new ones. But I didn’t really mind it. Eunha, you and the others, you all are nice to me, and you listen to my thoughts. It’s better here, I guess, even if my number one priority is still studying”, you sighed and Namjoon smiled, as if he understood.

“We like you. You’re kind, nice and smart. I think Eunha and I, even Somin, Jimin and Seokjin would be fine with listening to your thoughts. I hope you can settle with us and your thoughts about us”, Namjoon sighed and you smiled at him widely. It was hard to put into words what you thought, but Namjoon understood anyway. And that meant a lot.

“Sorry, my thoughts are confusing”, you said quietly, Namjoon just shook his head and pushed a little bit of hair out of your face. You lifted your gaze to him, only to see him smiling at you already.

“Don’t worry. I understood, what you wanted to say perfectly well”, Namjoon said while he looked deep into your eyes. The ticking of the clock seemed to disappear as you both just looked into each others eyes. Something changed inside you, a boost of confidence was loaded and before you knew it, your lips were crashed on his. They felt soft, a bit chapped. You had never kissed anyone like that, or well. You haven’t kissed anyone, ever.

To your surprise, Namjoon kissed you back, softly. He moved his hand to the back of your neck, gently caressing your hair while moving his lips in a steady movement. You scooted closer to him, and he pulled you into his lap. The kiss was sweet and gentle. Just the two of you, sitting while the world stopped spinning.

All good things must come to an end, the kissing included. You were the first one to pull out. Your lips were all swollen and so were his. He smiled and gived you a small peck on your lips.

“Was that your first time?” He asked and you nodded. He smiled at your shyness.

“Well then. It was an honour to be your first”, Namjoon smirked and you felt rosy blush spread all across your cheeks. They were just words, how could they make you feel all these emotions?

“You know, there’s this party on Friday? We could go there, if you want to. You probably haven’t been to a party either? Not that it’s a bad thing. But if you want to”, Namjoon blabbered and you laughed quietly. You placed your index finger on his lips.

“Shush. I’ll come”, you said and you swore you saw Namjoon’s eyes sparkle. Your eyes were sparkling too, and all of the things that had happened over the last two hours were like a dream come true. A dream which you’ve never dared to dream before.


The next few days seemed to pass in a blur. After a few more kisses, you had left Namjoon’s house, and the only person that came into your mind was Eunha, so you called her. She seemed more excited about Namjoon kissing you than you yourself. But Eunha’s excitement only made you happier about what he did.

You didn’t get to see Namjoon is school much, or at least talk to him. He always smiled at you when he saw you, but never had time to talk to you. It’s not like you had either, though. The new school asked for a lot, and although you were a hardworking person, it was a lot of stuff to do.

Friday night came around faster than you would’ve thought. Eunha came with you, she was all about getting to impress Namjoon with how much prettier Eunha would make you. You didn’t mind, going to a party was new and strange to you. Eunha sat you down on your bed and you just let her do her wonders with you. The result wasn’t bat at all - it was natural enough, but not too plain. Just what you liked. Eunha threw a skirt, fishnet thighs and a white shirt at you, telling you to get dressed. It wasn’t your usual style, but why not? Eunha said it would be better to walk, so after you both had gotten yourself ready, she opened the door for you and you started walking towards the house where the party would be held.

“Y/N? Have you ever drank alcohol?” Eunha asked suddenly. You were startled by her question. You shook your head. Why would you drink alcohol, it’s basically just poison, and it makes you do silly things. Not your thing.

“Oh… Well, remember that when we go to this party, that there will be people drinking. A lot. It’s held by Jung Hoseok,  and he tends to get wild at times. His parties do the same”, Eunha explained. You nodded. It wouldn’t be that wild, right?

You were wrong. Terribly wrong. The minute you heard the bass you knew that it was going to be as wild as Eunha said, or even wilder. You thought about running away, but Eunha grabbed onto your arm and dragged you towards the house. The bass was really loud on the front yard, and when you stepped inside, it was even louder. How was that even possible? The house smelled like alcohol and sweat, and people were dancing everywhere - whether they did it well or not, that was up to the viewer.

“Listen, go look for Namjoon somewhere. I’m getting myself drinks, and Jimin’s waiting for me in the kitchen”, Eunha said and tapped you on the shoulder, as if to give you encouragement to walk through the party.

“You can’t do that! Eunha, I’m serious, you can’t just leave me here!” You tried to protest but your words were left to deaf ears. Eunha winked, turned around and went off to find her boyfriend. You were left with no other choce but to find your way to Namjoon in the maze or intoxicated and messy people.

Fortunately, Namjoon wasn’t far away. He was sitting on a sofa, surrounded by some guys - the only one you could recognise was Seokjin - and a few girls. One was Somin, who was laughing with one guy. The guy noticed you and tapped Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon lifted his gaze and smiled, waving his hands, opting you to sit next to him. You felt your smile widen, and made your way to be seated next to him.

“Hi, Y/N! Everyone, here’s Y/N”, Namjoon introduced and smiled. His arms were covered in a long-sleeved white shirt, which made his muscles stand out. You didn’t drool over anyone, but you did recognise beauty. You nodded and looked at everyone. They all smiled back saying their name. This one guy smiled at you for a remarkably long time. It felt strange.

“My name’s Sunyoul, nice to meet you”, the guy said and you just nodded, smiling. Namjoon looked at his direction, but you knew that you were just here for Namjoon anyway. Sunyoul could be nice and all, but Namjoon was your real company for tonight.

The night started off good. Everyone was chatting, the atmosphere was cheerful and Namjoon seemed to be happy sitting next to you, just like you. Everything was well, until the boy who had introduced himself as Hoseok decided to bring the drinks in. You knew that a bunch of teenagers in a crowded party with alcohol wasn’t a good idea, but Somin pushed a glass into yours and you were left with no choice but to swallow it up. It tasted terrible, but the more and more you drank, the less it tasted like anything. Namjoon was drinking next to you as well, so you felt secure sitting next to him and letting the toxic liquid fill your insides.

Drinking lots and lots of something will result in the desperate need to go to the bathroom - that’s just laws of nature. After another shot of alcohol, you chose to stand up from your seat and excuse yourself. From the boost of confidence the alcohol had given you, you brushed your finger gently against Namjoon’s cheek before you disappeared to the crowd of the people. You hoped it would have the reaction you wished for.

Finding the bathroom was a harder task. You tried to ask people for directions, but either they didn’t hear you, they didn’t care of they were too drunk to comprehend what you were asking for. After wandering around in the house, you found the ladies’ room. To your surprise, it wasn’t occupied. After doing what was necessary, you stepped out, and bumped into someone tall and muscular. Your balance was lost, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from falling. His touch was just a little bit too hard and uncomfortable. Not to the point where it would feel painful, but it sure as hell was not nice either.

“Careful there, beautiful”, a familiar voice said. You looked up, and Sunyoul was standing there. You showed a shy, awkward smile. You tried to pull your hand away from his touch, but he was clinging onto it.

“You know, you could spend the rest of the night with me. You know how Namjoon is, he doesn’t posess the same amount of experience as I do”, Sunyoul whispered to your ear and smirked in the process. You shook your head, disagreeing with him. Namjoon was so nice to you, what was Sunyoul saying?

“What is it? Cat’s got your tongue?” Sunyoul asked again and let his hands slide way too low for you liking in the backside of your body. He had you held tight in his touch. The man looked around him nervously, and way too soon, he was pressing his lips on yours. He wasn’t what you wanted - the touch of his lips was too hard and possessive. You tried to push him away from you in terror, but he just took your hands in his and squeezed them.

“Y/N?” You heard a much missed voice behind you. Sunyoul removed his lips from you and looked at the guy behind you. He smirked and let go of you. You turned around, only to be faced with Namjoon’s confused and most of all, hurt expression. No, no, no. This wasn’t happening, not this way.

“Oh shit dude. I’m so sorry, she just jumped on me. God”, Sunyoul said with a fake worry in his voice. No! He can’t say lies like that after doing something as terrible as he did!

“Namjoon, no, that’s not true. Please, I would never!” You said and tried to take a step closer to him. He moved away and shook his head.

“No. I get it. It’s fine, really. Let it go”, Namjoon said and his voice had never brought as much sorrow as it did now. He turned around and walked down the stairs. You shot one last angry look at Sunyoul, who kept smirking. Your steps made their way after Namjoon, and you caught him in the front yard. How was he already outside?

“Namjoon, listen to me, would you? Sunyoul kissed me. I would never do that to you, especially since we’re not a thing yet. Namjoon! I’m begging, listen to me now”, You yelled after him, running to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder. He pushed it away. Why didn’t he want your touch anymore? He couldn’t believe Sunyoul right? He turned his face to you fast, breathing in deep to control his voice volume.

“No. I don’t want to listen. I saw what was up. You two kissed, and that’s fine. If you don’t like me that way, it’s alright. I understand. But the shittiest move you can do, is to make me believe that you actually could like me, and then go mess with other guys. Minutes after you flirt with me! God, Y/N. You’re truly one of a kind”, Namjoon yelled back at you. The minute the words left his mouth, you felt crystal tears form inside your eyes. No, this can’t be happening. You liked Namjoon, you wouldn’t kiss another guy.

“And you’re right. We’re not a thing. So it’s whatever. Go screw whoever you want”, Namjoon said, his voice breaking inbetween his sentences. He turned away, walked away and no matter how loud you tried to yell after him, he didn’t turn and come back. After everything that had happened, your knees couldn’t take your weight anymore and you collapsed on the ground, your tears rolling down from your cheeks, making little stains on your skirt. Your heart felt like it was being cribbled into a million pieces and no one would be there to glue them back together.


Eunha was the first one to find you outside and she was the one to take care of you. She took you to her house with a taxi, letting you pour your heart out to her. She listened patiently and never once stopped you when you told her everything about the night. She held you, dried your tears and when the story was finished, she let you sleep in her bed. When the morning came, she told you everything she thought about the situation. Sunyoul was a dick, according to her. She also told you that Namjoon was just a little sensitive and that it would be fine. You knew better though. Namjoon was hurt deeply, and you knew it was your own fault. There was no way he would come back or at least discuss things with you. And the worst thing was that you truly weren’t even official. Your feelings had developed too quickly and it ended up ruining everything.

It was Saturday morning, a few hours after you had woken up, when you decided that you would go back home. Eunha gave you some of her clothes to borrow, so that the walk of shame in the painful hangover wouldn’t be so obvious. You knew you couldn’t go home - your parents were too smart to figure out what happened at the party in the alcohol section. The only place what you could think of was the library. It would be quiet there - you could make a better view out of your thoughts. Maybe you could even find a solution for what would you do with the project.

You had found yourself a big pile of books you could kill time with. If no one bothers you, time passes quickly when you lose yourself in the world of books. It’s like you dive into a new fantasy, a new universum where everything is built differently and has their own story. And right now, you needed a little alternative universe to yourself as well. So, you curled yourself into a little ball and took one of the books to your hands, switching through the pages as the story went forward. But even if you tried to focus your mind on the story, it felt like he kept popping out to every male character, reminding you of his words last night and everything you had made him feel. The guilt was worse than the actual heartbreak.

It felt like hours when someone finally interrupted you. A small cough woke you up from your little daydream in the other place somewhere in the world or out of it. The interrupter was someone you were not expecting.

“Namjoon?” You whispered, and he hummed. You looked at him with furrowed brows - why was he here and what did he want? Not that you minded, if only you would get to talk to him.

“Quite a lot of books you got there”, was all he said. What was he on about? You answered with a silent nod, keeping your eyes on him and his expression. What was he here for? Was there something he still wanted to say? Maybe it was about the project?

“Listen… Can we go outside for a moment? I got a few things to say, and whispering doesn’t do good to your vocal chords”, Namjoon said with a very quiet voice. You closed your book with a loud thump and stood on your feet. He followed, and got outside to the sunshine faster than what you did.

Namjoon was already leaning against an oak when you reached him. He had his arms crossed, and his gaze tightly in you. You stood in front of him, keeping your eyes down from him. It hurt too much to look him in the eyes.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” You blurted out, after a while of neither saying a word. The silence of him was too much to bear - you just wanted to know what he had in mind.

“Yeah. I, uh… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about last night”, Namjoon said and you heard him exhale deeply. It was like he was still collecting his thoughts and trying to think of the right order of words to say the right things. You looked up to face his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry too. Listen, I know I was a bitch, I should’ve not let him even hold me. But I swear”, you moved your hand on the place where your heart approximately was, “that I did not kiss him. I would never do that to you”, you continued, never breaking the eye contact. You wanted, no, needed him to know what really happened.

“Because I’m not that type of girl. I liked you and some Sunyoul or whatever his name was could ne-” your words were cut off by a nicer pair of lips than what the one last night was. His arms made their way to your back by your sides, gently touching your hair as well. Namjoon held you, imprisoning you in his embrace, and not one cell inside you wanted to leave. You kissed him back and this time you knew it wasn’t a practice round. He was passionate, he was kissing you harder than what he had done before. You really wanted to keep kissing him, under the maple tree.

Namjoon broke the kiss first, having to breath a little deeper to gain the oxygen back. He smiled, his deep dimples decorating his face once again.

“I like you, Y/N. And I know you didn’t kiss him. Eunha called me last night once you fell asleep and did a rather… Serious yell-at-Namjoon-for-being-stupid-speech”, he laughed, still keeping one arm behind you. The other’s hand was caressing your cheek.

“And when I thought about it later on, I realised that it was a shitty move from me to think that you would actually kiss someone like that. I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday”, Namjoon explained, and you heard a tiny bit of guilt in his voice. You rose on your tiptoes to kiss his nose, soft and sweet.

“Don’t apologize. The main thing is that we like each other”, you said and his lips crashed onto yours again. This time the kiss was sweeter again. Passionate, sure, but not as hard as the one before.

“God, Y/N. You’ve gotten me so messed up. We’ve only known each other for such a short time, and I’m already this whipped?” Namjoon scoffed and you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. God, how cute.

“It’s mutual”, you said and this time it was his time to laugh.

“Mind if we stay here snogging for the rest of the day?” He asked, keeping tight eye contact with you.

“That sounds like heaven to me.”

This weekend I visited Dutch Comic Con. We had a lovely cosplay group and I very much enjoyed all our Yuri on Ice antics. This is the first of a few pictures I’ll be posting. It’s my personal headcanon that Victor and Christophe are good friends, although that might be because the lovely Victor in this picture is my best friend. 

I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to create another Chris cosplay, but after this weekend I’m quite sure I’ll be making his black and red skating outfit. 

Christophe Giacometti - @ the-dark-stag

Victor Nikiforov - @aiedail-cosplay

Picture taken and edited by @vosplay / @saracrispuno

anonymous asked:

did you ever play "Surviving High School"? it's not in the app store anymore I think, but it was similar to Choices, and I can't remember if it was made by the same company.

It was also by Pixelberry. I did play it and enjoyed the game very much!!!

Yuuri’s costumes from my Viktuuri time travel fic <3 

Trying to keep elements of the canon costumes while also changing things up is hard OTL, but this was generally what I had in mind :0

(this is probably gonna be a long oneshot and once there’s more it’ll be on ao3 but for now, let me know what you think?)

There are things that Kent can handle, and then there are things that Kent cannot, under any circumstances, in any universe, even begin to handle.

As it turns out, watching Jack Zimmermann, Alexei Mashkov, Randall Robinson, and Sebastian St. Martin attempt to build a deck is one of the things that he can’t handle, because holy fucking shit.

It’s about a million degrees out, and they’re all shirtless and covered in sweat and, yeah, it’s the off season, but they’re still professional fucking hockey players, for fucks sake, and Kent realizes then and there that accepting the invitation to spend the week at Jack and Bitty’s new cottage was definitely a mistake because, really.

Except for Mashkov, everybody brought their families, and they’re all friends, and they’re all teammates, and Kent is 99% sure that his invite was a pity one prompted by the Aces losing the Stanley Cup in game seven against the Stars, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong there at all, and he can’t help but think it’s because he doesn’t.

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Twins and Triplets Headcanons

-Preschool age triplets and the two Alphas being very worried about their clumsy and small Omega sibling so they always insist on each of them holding one of their hands and keeping the Omega safely between them when walking around crowded or public places

-Identical Omega twins in high school that think its funny to take turns flirting with the same Alpha, and the Alpha has no idea that he’s flirting with two different Omegas because they look and smell identical, and then the Omegas causing a big dramatic scene when one of them “catches” the Alpha flirting with their twin. And the Alpha just being so embarrassed and confused by the whole thing

-Twin Alphas that fight constantly but if anyone else picks a fight with one of them, the other will become extremely protective

-Older triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, other Omegas always befriending the Omega just to get closer to their Alpha siblings and the Alphas very bluntly rejecting any Omega that they catch doing it

-Twin Alpha and Omega that are very close and the Omega always goes out of their way to try and take care of their twin while the Alpha is very clingy and protective of them

-Twin Betas in middle school getting revenge on Alpha bullies by leaving fake love notes from Omegas in their lockers and watching the usually arrogant Alphas become flustered messes when they confront their “admirer” and are told that the note must be fake because the Omega doesn’t like them

-Triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and the three of them going places and hanging out and the Omega walking ahead happily, not noticing their Alpha siblings behind them, giving death glares to any other Alphas that even glance at the Omega for more than a second

-Twin Alpha and Omega, the Omega being extremely picky about what kind of mate their twin will end up with. Partly because they don’t think anyone is good enough for their twin, but mainly because they want all the Alpha’s attention for themselves, the way it’s always been

-Baby twin Omegas and one of them almost never cries, except when their twin is extremely upset because even as an infant they can sense just how distressed their sibling is and it causes them to also become very distressed because they can’t make it better

-Twin Omega and Beta, and the Omega always really admiring the Beta and looking at them like they are the most impressive person in the world, so even when the Beta is looked down on by others it never really bothers them because their twin thinks they are great and that’s all they really care about

-Little triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and whenever the Omega is sad the Alphas try their hardest to cheer them up, making funny faces and attempting squeaky croons until their Omega sibling is once again content and giggling

-Little triplets with two Omegas and an Alpha, and the Omegas always pulling the Alpha along into whatever they are doing like building nests and playing house and the Alpha going along with it all because they like making the Omegas happy

I drew a compilation of just a few of my favorite Ritsu moments!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

I have to say that I very much enjoyed ‘Running With Scissors’, I loved seeing Marco become a magical badass, as well as his relationship with Hekapoo changing over the years from one of disapproval and mistrust into one of respect and mutual admiration.

Dear god do I ship it. I really wanted to get something out of them before the next episode, I think I scraped in!