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winterzsurprise · 24 days ago

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Change My Mind [6]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 6.9k

If you weren't able to catch the author's note, update will be very slow due to my campus enrolling us to a government extracurricular that spans for three months so updates with be VERY slow until then. Sorry this one took long, had to remove one chunk out of this chapter so I could have it posted as soon as I could. Also ik the last chapter's ending was so rushed, I'll try to fix it once I get the time so for now, ignore that mess ;-;

EDIT: plenty of details edited out but nothing too important, also fixed a few mistakes.

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“Noona, please… Just turn around…”

“I would if I could, but I'm at my limit here!”

“I will break your fingers if you don’t move.”

“Try it and I’ll tell Namjoon you were the one who spilled alcohol on the book he was reading the other day!”

“Just turn around damn it!”

“I already am! I'm not gonna take a fucking peak!”

You're living through a nightmare.

Never in your life did you think working as a make-up artist for an up-and-rising boy idol group would eventually lead you to where you are now; with half of your body out of the bathroom with an arm stretched inside to hold Jimin’s hand that's also reaching out for yours while he stands in front of the toilet.

What are you, Bangtan's—The current biggest boyband in the world—makeup artists doing, holding onto one of the member’s hands while he’s in the bathroom exactly?

Soulbond strain, that’s what the doctor had said. That's what caused the constant fatigue you and Jimin were feeling yesterday which eventually caused you both to pass out from exhaustion. Due to how ill-informed they are of both your marks, they weren't aware of how fragile your new bond was and how much touching should be involved for the first few days.

So now, you are sentenced—sentenced because having to hold your soulmate's hand while you piss, and eventually, shower and shit is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you—to nonstop skinship with Jimin for a week. Though after a few days, your body could withstand not holding his hand for almost a minute and you hoped it goes past an hour when the week finally ends.

Today marks the last day you both will be confined to the hospital as they've finally cleaned up one of the spare rooms in the dorm so you could move in.

You were so glad you could finally eat something more nutritious than bland soup. It should be a talent to be able to cook a soup so tasteless it would even make a white person frown despite the numerous vegetables and meat on them.

Since Jungkook's Birthday, you found yourself more often than not staring at the ceiling after eating, dreaming about eating other food so intensely it's like you could taste them in your buds.

A few days have passed since you found out you were soulmates with your best friends but you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.

The thought that these five—possibly seven depending on Seokjin and Hoseok’s test results later today—down to earth, aphrodite-blessed men with even more beautiful traits were tethered to you is bizarre. The idea never fails to short-circuit your brain every time you think about it.

And it's hard not to, not when you wake up sleeping next to the peaceful face of South Korea’s IT boy—with his arms wrapped around you and his head nuzzled under your chin; Its something you’re still trying to get used to as you’ve never dared to sleep while cuddling with your friends, no matter how tired you might be. It was far too intimate of an act, reserved for those who are romantically involved and for someone with feelings as fickle as yours back then, it was inappropriate.

Not that it mattered much now but it's still difficult to be comfortable with the domesticity of it all.

Save for Taehyung and Seokjin, everyone else has continued working, although you had advised a weary looking Hoseok to take a break, he insisted that he's fine whilst practically dragging himself out of the room. Namjoon had assured you that he'll watch over his hyung but you had threatened Yoongi for extra measures.

Speaking of work, your friends have been blowing up your phone since Jungkook's birthday, asking why they were required to sign a whole different NDA and you told them about your soulmates.

All of them reacted positively, Minhyuk had even pleaded to hear about how you discovered and had asked to be informed of all the latest happenings, from the courting, dates, and even the bedroom—something you had promised to hit him for once you're back to work.

But for now, you were stuck with a foot out of the bathroom and body turned to the opposite with an arm stretched far out to hold Jimin's hand as he finished his business.

So far, there's been no accidental flashing, to which you've been thankful for. The whole ordeal is already awkward as it is with only having to hear each other pee.

Jimin couldn’t even jokingly flirt with you the whole time, far too mortified with the idea of both parties being able to hear the stream of piss to even bother coming up with jokes to lighten up the situation, nor could you dare look into his eyes after the first few times you both had to go through this. You had refrained from eating too much in fear of having to shit during the week but you knew it would eventually happen.

Especially since you both have been greenlit to eat take outs and Seokjin had generously offered to buy you both food—bless that wonderful, handsome man—and dragged Taehyung out with him.

You had been hesitant to make a few demands at first because do you even deserve the kindness Seokjin is showing you after hurting him for years? But the man proved himself devoted once more when he listed down the food you’ve been craving desperately for without hearing it from your lips.

(Tae had joked that maybe it's the soulmate mark manifesting a little late and Jimin elbowed him for that.)

You didn’t even get to tell him not to bother when he began to loudly chant gibberish as he pulled Taehyung out of the room with him.

After all the babying and princess treatment you've been receiving in the short time of knowing you were soulmates, it's hard not to feel frustrated having your best friends become your beck and call when they—save for Yoongi—hadn't been doing so for the past few years. It was somewhat pressuring that you could ask Jungkook to brush his teeth and immediately drink orange juice and he'd do it without question, if not gargling the juice for a little while longer just because you asked him to do it.

From living alone and getting used to doing things by yourself, to suddenly having five people who'd follow your whims almost blindly, was overwhelming and slowly becoming more annoying than it is helpful.

If it wasn't for the guilt from getting irritated, you would've blown up on the first day when most of your soulmates had refused to let you stand up and walk around the room in fear of having you collapse.

Sure you had passed out from the soulbond strain but that same bond rendered you invulnerable to most things, you're not about to die walking around the room with Jimin, Yoongs.

You couldn't fault Jungkook and Tae for wanting to baby you. Jungkook never had someone to pamper and spoil, and Taehyung only had Jungkook; Even then, it wasn't in a romantic way and Jungkook was also being taken care of by the others so he didn't need to do much. His ex and him didn't last long enough for when BTS’ fame had skyrocketed and he had more money than he could ever spend in his life and is quickly running out of things to spend it on.

Still, it was hard to take all the coddling. It was better when they treated you with the distance platonic relationships had granted you.

The sound of a zipper broke through the awkward atmosphere before the flush of the toilet came. With a tug on your hand, you stepped back into the bathroom to follow Jimin to the sink so he could wash his hand, eyes still refusing to meet.

God, how did a friendship where he could literally strip off to his underwear in front of each other could turn so awkward like this?!

After spraying his hands with an overloading amount of alcohol—”Noona that’s overkill, I’ve already washed my hands.” “That’s just water, I’m not letting you touch me with a hand only washed with water!”— you and Jimin returned to the bed, huddled next to each other as you both scrolled on social media with both your bare legs thrown over his.

There's been comments left on your instagram page asking for Jimin's health and you decided to reply to one comment to say that he's fine and recovering. Silencing the app, you move to twitter when the door suddenly opens and in comes Seokjin holding up two plastic bags of takeout, flexing them as if they were golden medals and you sit up.

“Your handsome savior has arrived with fries and actually good food!”

“Hi noona!” Taehyung greets as he steps out of Jin's shadow.

“Jin you're actually the most good looking man I've ever seen in this forsaken planet, did you get me cheese and sour cream flav—”

“Of course I did,” He scoffed, putting down two paper bags and one drink carrier on your bedside table before placing the rest on the table near the bathroom door. “Who do you think I am?!”

“He almost ordered it all in cheese until I reminded him that you wanted sour cream too, noona.” Taehyung chimes in with a grin as he closes the door, a hand hidden behind his back while he holds a covered cup in the other.

Seokjin snapped his head towards him with an indignant ‘Ya!’, to which Tae only giggled at.

“You bought that heinous, god awful sweet tea with my money! How could you do this to me?!”

“I offered to pay but you—”

“WITH MY MONEY!”

Everyone only laughed and Jin trudged over with Jimin’s lunch in hand, offering it with an outreached arm and he took it. At least, he tried to. Jin suddenly raised his hand over his head. You watched as Jin continuously teased Jimin whose reach is limited due to the need to be holding your hand.

Jimin then finally got a grip on the plastic bag’s bottom and suddenly, their fishing game became a tug of war.

“Wait wait wait! You're going to tear it! It's going to spill!”

“Just fucking give it to me, hyung!” Jimin grunt, tugging one last time and the side of the bag rips, immediately Jin lets go.

“Why would you pull that hard?!”

Jimin ignored him in favor of pulling out his container, which he realized is overwhelmingly little compared to your three packages.

“Hyung!” He screams with his bottom lip jut out, dragging out the word. “How come I only have one food package? I'm also a patient, you know?!”

“You didn't request anything.” Jin says nonchalantly, shrugging.

“We've been together for years hyung! You should've known what I wanted like you did noona! This is blatant favoritism hyung!”

Seokjin ignored him, handing you a large bowl of mixed flavored fries, a large boba tea, and a plastic container where an aroma of caramelized fried chicken is leaking out of it the moment it leaves the paper bag. Next to you, Jimin scoffed, incredulous as he crossed his arms.

“She gets fried chicken, fries and boba but I only get Jajangmyeon?!”

Once again, he ignored the younger man, rolling his eyes as Taehyung bounds up to his disgruntled best friend to reveal the half occupied half empty paper beverage carrier hidden behind his back, grinning widely as Jimin’s face morphs into disbelieving betrayal.

“Wow, so this is how we do things now, huh? I can’t believe you’d do this to me when I’m a patient!”

“I’m so sorry, you poor poor thing.” Taehyung pouts as he offers out the food and Jimin spared no time in swiping the bag from him.

With their bicker finally coming to an end and Taehyung comfortably sitting crossed legs at the foot of you and Jimin’s bed, you turned to your food.

After eating nothing but bland, runny soup since the night at Jungkook’s birthday, tasting the cheddar almost made you tear up. You had taken advantage of the privilege of tasting far too long, being able to finally ingest something else felt euphoric, as if you were given the chance to walk through the garden of eden.

Exaggerated much but it's the only way you could explain the feeling.

Wasting no more time, you dug into the french fries bowl.

You hear Seokjin whisper something underneath his breath, sounding incredulous. You watched as he crossed over to Taehyung and snatched his cup, ignoring the younger man’s indignant yelp and took a sip.

Instantly, the mixed taste of cheddar and sour cream was washed away by the familiar taste of Taehyung’s heinous tea preference of illegal amounts of tea and milk. The harsh difference of the three flavors along with the texture of fries gliding on your tongue makes you gag. Your soulmates react, Jimin placing his food down to place his cupped hands under you as if trying to catch your puke while Tae flinches, about to reach over until he sees his brother already positioned to help you and turns to fetch you a glass of water instead.

“You ate too fast noona, try to chew it first.”

“You ate too fast noona, try to chew it first.” You mimic in a tone far too high to be his and Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Why are you being so annoying today?”

“I’m sorry I’m getting cranky after someone disrupted me eating—” Your words abruptly end as Jin suddenly surged in to hug you.

You look at Taehyung who’s staring longingly at his tea still in Jin’s grasp behind you before turning to a similarly perplexed Jimin mid-bite of his tteokbokki. Raising an eyebrow at him, he responds with a shrug before continuing to stuff food into his mouth.

But as you rested both hands on his shoulders, Jin suddenly sniffled.

“Jin?”

Alert, you gently push him off and your eyes meet with his misty pairs, matched with a teary smile stretching plush red lips. Your heart leapt to your throat as both his hands cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in under a second. But instead of getting a seizure or being struck with an overwhelming amount of pain, nothing happened.

Instead a warm feeling, akin to what the rest of your soulmates caused you, wrapped around you like a thick blanket and you froze.

Then, Jin stands with an excited yip and excused himself out of the room, leaving you and the others confused.

What?

You didn't need to look at Jimin or Tae to know they all had huge question marks hanging over their heads as they stared at where they last saw their hyung disappear out of the room.

Why didn't your body react from having someone kiss your forehead while your bonds were still unsettled? From what you've read, there's always a chance of it happening, yet even if your relationship with him stretched over years, there shouldn't be any reason why he's not causing you and Jimin pain.

Unless he's also a soulmate.

Immediately you were reminded of the time he had carried you and wondered why no one ever questioned why nothing fatal had happened when he had done that in the DFA. Even if it had everyone in a flurry of panic, someone should've noticed and questioned it right? Yoongi should have at least.

There was also that one time Hoseok had held your hand in the car, it was brief but it should've done something still with a Nexus bond as complicated and huge as yours. Yet like with Seokjin, nothing happened.

“What did I just watch?” Taehyung began and you wish you had the answer. “Did I just witness my soulmate get stolen by Seokjin hyung?”

“No,” Jimin says, eyes thoughtful as he looks at you before turning to the bathroom door. “I think we just discovered that hyung is also tethered to her.”

Both your head snapped to the man next to you.

In the small amount of time you stared at your soulmate, the pieces began to click as the cogs in your mind whirs with all the possibilities before it took you back to the moment the horrendous taste of Taehyung's tea violated your tongue. Your mouth falls into an ‘o’.

“Shared Tastebuds.” You mutter.

Jimin opens his mouth to ask you to elaborate when Seokjin reenters with a doctor following behind him, red faced but the blinding wide smile he wore was enough to make you forget he was crying not a second before. The doctor next to him looked ecstatic, eyes a little crazy at the newfound discovery.

“Congratulations, it seems that also Mr. Kim here is a part of your Nexus bond!” He says a little cheerily as he hugs the clipboard close to his chest. “It would do you all well to inform the rest of the group of this finding. From a professional standpoint, I do think that Mr. Jung has a huge chance of also being a part of your Nexus.”

To say you never had doubts that the other two members were a part of your nexus would be a lie, you had hoped they were but the absence of mark manifestation symptoms made it hard to believe they’ll be one of your soulmates.

Who knew all it took to find out if you and Jin were connected was eating while in the presence of each other? If you hadn’t fainted from the lack of food and the Soulbond strain, would you have found out about it earlier?

Was he the reason you’d taste the savory taste of a well-seasoned grilled meat or the sweet fizzling taste of a soda late at night yesterday?

Or is the bond you both have will allow for long distance sense sharing? There are two types of Shared Tastebuds after all.

“The results are due today right?” Jimin asks and the doctor turns to his watch.

“This afternoon I'm sure just before you both are discharged. But,” He turns to Jin. “For now I'll be taking Mr. Kim with me to register his soulbond and involvement in your Nexus.”

When they left again, the three of you remained unmoving, stunned.

It must be Jimin’s touch that had kept you calm throughout the revelation because you didn’t know how to react. There’s no doubt joy in the hurricane of emotions swirling in your chest, as well as the pacifying effect from both your and Jimin’s touch overwhelming the rising stress and conflict at the back of your head, forcing and pushing them back into the shadows.

You knew you should be stressing over the possibilities of having seven soulmates and how you’d divide your time to be able to equally spend time with everyone, it was already difficult having five these past few days. More often than not, you found yourself suffering a headache caused by the constant noise and overwhelming sensations each individual soulmarks gave you.

From the constant sounds of Namjoon’s heartbeat at the back of your head, and Jimin’s touch making your skin thrum, even the Amoneuron in your blood is having a hard time keeping you away from soulbond hyperactivity.

Someone’s phone erupted into a shrill scream, it was Taehyung’s. Picking it up, he automatically puts it on speaker and holds the end of the phone close to his mouth.

“Is it true? Please tell me it’s not true! I’m already competing with most of my hyungs for noona’s time!”

“This isn’t a competition, gguk.” Yoongi drawled in the background. “Didn’t we already establish that? No fighting for her hear—”

“What soulmark do they have?!”

“Manager Sejin is already on the way with a lawyer to handle the legal side of things, how are you guys doing right now? Is noona good?” Namjoon asks, sounding closer to the mic.

“She didn't faint if that's what you're asking about. If anything,” Taehyung turns to you. “She looks a little out of it.”

“How did it happen? Is it the test? Is it out already?” Hoseok's voice came through, nervous.

“Yeah we'll deliver it to you later also, remember hyung complaining about tasting something weird? Apparently he was tasting the hospital special soup—”

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On your dismissal, the doctor had handed the eldest their test results. Seokjin had thrown him out since he already knew what it'll entail but held on protectively on Hoseok's envelope.

Jimin had proposed a small celebration for the mark's manifestation for everyone, nothing too grand, just a few take outs appropriate for tomorrow’s dinner—because Jungkook and Tae had requested pancakes and waffles for whatever reason—and a small cake.

With five—not counting Jimin as he insisted that you both sit the activity out and Hoseok who visited his sister but promised to return the next day to read his result at dinner—men at your disposal, boxing up and moving your items into their dorm was easy, even if Yoongi has noticeably slowed down the stairs carrying the same one box he’s picked up since earlier; not that you’d call him out on it but you knew Seokjin and Jimin would to do it instead.

If it wasn't for Jungkook's eagerness to have you move in, it would have taken you all longer than you had today.

It was surreal seeing the items in your home slowly decrease, the mass on your shelves and all the personality of every room disappear with every box filled. You had been staying in the same apartment since you were 21, to have its familiar sights and spots be slowly stripped off of its glow felt sadder than you thought it would be.

BigHit had requested your company friends do all the basic packing such as your clothes and products while you were at the hospital, it wasn't forced but they acted like it was anyway. They (read: Minhyuk and Nabi) had jokingly complained about being tasked with doing things your soulmates should’ve been doing, Minhyuk going as far as threatening to sneak off something into one of the boxes and you feared for your life for what that something might entail.

You offered to buy them anything they want the next time you all visit the mall in exchange for their full cooperation and Minhyuk had vowed to run your bank dry with a sly grin.

“It's not like you’d even need them anymore when you’ve got the world’s biggest boyband as your soulmates, might as well spend your hard earned money on important things; friends, especially me though.”

You wouldn't deny the fact that you tried dating Guwon with the hopes of living lavishly without lifting a finger but the world would have to bathe in fire and water before you'd let them buy you expensive things outside of food; that you accept because you'd be able to taste and experience delicious dishes. Not to mention, it's practical.

Having your furniture moved out as well was out of the question after an hour of argument with Jimin and Jin who insisted on having you buy new decorations, except for the books, trinkets, and plethora of BTS collection you were given by the members themselves every comeback.

You argued that you didn’t need them to buy new furniture when you already have working ones.

But that argument was easily disproved when the maknaes (plus you as an unwilling participant and Namjoon because: "hyung you’re big, we need to weight test it!") had jumped into your bed and the frames creaked and trembled.

He was right, as much as it pains you to accept it.

But just because he's right doesn't mean you agree with him.

In the end, with one against eventually all of them, you were due for furniture shopping with Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon the next day. Today though, you were bunking with Jimin due to the need for constant skinship and the lack of bed in your new room.

You spent the better half of the afternoon unboxing and filling your closet with your items which barely filled two shelves out of six that were bolted onto the wall of the small well-lit room.

“Noona, your closet is a bit… barren.”

“The closets are just huge, I have plenty.”

“I’m concerned that you think this is plenty.” He says, thumbing the material of your cream cardigan.

“Don't you fucking dare Park Jimin.”

He smiled. “Who says I'm the one who'll do the buying? I don’t gift clothes noona, you should know that.”

After finding out your and Jin’s soulmark, you had thought deciding what you ate for dinner until the bond settled would be a hassle or until you both learn how to disable it. But Jin had simply agreed on your choices that night with a shrug of his shoulder.

And that amount of trust in whatever you’ll pick scares you in ways you never thought it would.

It's just a simple decision, one would say, but the ugly voices at the back of your head wondered if you even deserve this amount of consideration from him when you hadn’t noticed his lingering feelings for you for years.

But it seems like that fact has long been swept under the rug when the maknaes bounded up to you with mischief in their eyes.

Upon the realization that their Jin hyung would agree to almost anything you’d eat for a while, Jungkook and Taehyung wasted no second running up to you to propose the idea of ordering you a strawberry ice cream for dessert, claiming it was the only way to test their hyung’s love for her.

“You see noona, if hyung really loves you like he said he does, he would suck it up like the man he is.” Jungkook had reasoned to you with Taehyung nodding behind him and Jimin grinning mischievously next to you.

Fortunately for Jin, you don’t think forcing him to taste strawberry flavored things on the day he found out he wasn’t untethered would be a good decision despite the loud voice at the back of your head goading you to follow through their plan for fun.

But you promised the maknaes that you’ll do it someday.

Dinner was surprisingly uneventful with a few talks about the schedule changes and the rumors Jungkook had read and heard from his small friend group outside his brothers. If it wasn’t for the soft glow of gold at the edge of your vision from where your foot is resting on top of Jimin’s under the table and the faint outline of the red string of fate stretching across to Yoongi’s right pinkie, you would’ve tricked your brain into thinking it was a normal dinner with your friends.

With the words streaming out of Jungkook’s mouth, Tae and Jimin’s additional information and the scandalous gasp and widened eyes around the table once the pieces began to form a picture, you almost thought it was an average weekly dinner with your bosses.

But soon enough, plates are taken into the kitchen and Jimin is already pulling you up to your room, saying how he wants to take a shower and that you should take your toiletries.

Something you had dreaded since you heard the doctor had sentenced you to be in constant skinship with Jimin.

Why are you even nervous?! You had seen him and his brothers in their boxers from being one of their make up artists yet your heart had been thudding loudly in your ears the moment you had entered his room with your travel bag in hand.

Turns out, there was a truth in the saying “Ignorance is bliss” in the fact that knowing something could alter the way you think and perceive even the smallest of actions. In your case, knowing Jimin's your soulmate while facing the dilemma of showering together had you completely fucked up.

On the verge of a breakdown, half a foot on the ledge and the other hanging over the fall.

You had swam in public pools with him before but it was always with the presence of others, to be alone in a small room in nothing but your undies while maintaining skinship with your soulmate—

Isn't that a bit too intimate?

Will you even survive?

To stand half naked in a minimal space alone with Jimin, your heart might just collapse.

Seeing him in his underwear shouldn't faze you as much as it should. He and the others has stripped in front of you in a haste of changing into the next costume for the next performance but in the minimal space of his bathroom where you both are secluded away from the other dwellers of the building and he's already topless and is now unbuttoning and sliding the zippers of his jorts, the mass in your throat kept on thickening with the tension in the air.

Your eyes roamed the soft, flatness of his stomach; from up his lightly freckled bare chest and down to the thin trail of hair down his abdomen. The prominent bones of his adonis belt had your throat drying up.

Seeing him topless shouldn't affect you the way it should yet you found yourself heating up at the sight of them.

When he begins to remove his pants, you force yourself to look away, cheeks burning hot as you thumb the top buttons of your—Taehyung’s—polo before beginning to undo them all with your heart thudding loudly in your ears.

The string tied to your finger lights up in a rhythmic beat, persistent and hurried. Wrapping your fingers around it, Yoongi's loud concern immediately washes over your body. You respond to him by pushing down reassurance down the lane and the thread dulls from one side.

“Did hyung contact you?”

You turn to Jimin, already stripped down to his boxers.

God is really testing you today, putting a handsome man in his underwear in front of you and tempting you to let your gaze fall down for a glimpse of his thick muscled thighs you always saw through the fabric of his skinny jeans.

“Ye-yeah, nothing to worry about though. Give me your foot, I need to remove my shirt.”

Obediently, he puts his foot forward and you step on it before making quick work of your shirt. You feel his burning gaze roam your skin and you shiver from its intensity.

By the time you had your pants pooling on the floor alongside his, your heart is thudding uncontrollably in a way that might concern Namjoon at how fast it's going.

Why is the calming effect of Jimin's touch absent when you need it?

“Ready to go?”

You almost jumped at how hoarse his voice had gotten but recovered quickly and nodded, stepping first into the shower and twisting the valve towards the hotter temperature. Jimin hissed the moment the water touched his skin, breaking the stifling tension for a moment.

“How are your skin not burning off?! It's so hot!”

You rolled your eyes. “You're being dramatic, it's not that hot.”

“It is! The mirror is literally steaming!” He exclaimed, pointing at the long horizontal mirror above the sink which is indeed, fogging up.

Jimin then leaned over, his naked chest touching your back. Goosebumps prickled your skin and you barely stopped the urge to shiver as he manipulated the valve until he was satisfied with the temperature. When he steps back, you finally let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Hearing your exhale, he laughed lightheartedly. The fucker did it on purpose.

Trying to ignore the thumps of your racing heart, you busied yourself with the task of washing your hair. You reached for the shampoo bottle and popped open the cap, body still facing the wall.

“Noona.”

You looked over your shoulder and Jimin was scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“Can I wash your hair for you?” He shyly asks, his sly attitude from earlier nonexistent. “I've never done that with someone else before. I-I’ve always wanted to do that now and now that we're soulmates, I was–I was wondering if maybe I–we could—”

“Not even with that girl you’ve dated before?”

He shook his head. “We were too busy to do something like that, noona. Idol lives and all that. It's one of the reasons why we broke up.”

“She was pretty nice though.”

His lips quirks up. “Don’t get jealous noona, you’re my soulmate after all.”

You hit his shoulder and he brought his arms up to shield himself, giggling. “Do you want to wash each other’s hair or not?!”

Despite your agreement, you were beyond nervous as you handed him the shampoo and turned around to shut the shower off. The string on your finger thrummed once more, still concerned as your heart leapt up to your throat when Jimin's fingers began to thread and scrape his nails against your scalp.

A thrill of pleasure shoots down your spine and you hold back the urge to mewl as he begins to put more pressure on his motions.

It stayed like that for a while and you reveled in the pure domesticity of it all.

When Jimin retracts his hands, you reach for his shampoo and order him to turn around.

“What if I don't want to?” He challenges with a mischievous smirk.

“If it gets in your eyes, it's your fault.”

He giggled and shrunk down to your height, to which you hit his shoulder for and he laughed, standing back up.

“Can you even reach the top of my head like this?”

“Fine but don't complain about your knees hurting, you wanted this.” You jokingly say as he bends his knees once more, a playful lilt in his eyes.

Once you lathered the shampoo enough, you began.

You’ve seen multiple couples on screen shower together and had once wondered how it’d felt having someone to help reach the spots you couldn’t as well as do those domestic things such as brushing your teeth together and just washing each other in general. The actors always made them natural and romantic, with the soft lighting bouncing off their skin and their laughter ringing in the small space.

But showering with Jimin is anything you’ve ever thought of.

Against the other members, Jimin is easily dwarfed by them, matched with the constant jokes about his height, it's easy to forget that the man is still taller than the average man. He towered over you, his eyes intense and lit with a playful sultriness. His lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as he bent his knees low enough where you could touch the top of his head without risking a stiff neck or standing on your tiptoes.

He’s peering up at you yet you feel smaller under his gaze.

He had always done this, getting into your face while you retouched his makeup. In a way, it was nice that you’re slowly regaining the normalcy

But it's not appreciated when he’s doing it when you’re already fighting demons trying so hard not to ogle at his body and explode from how flustered you are.

“Are you seriously getting flushed now noona? We’ve done this plenty of times already, why now?”

Is he seriously asking you that?

He laughed. Your thoughts must’ve reflected on your face.

“Didn’t know you’d be affected by something as normal as this. Don’t you see us naked at least every other day?” He asks with a quirk to his eyebrow and you narrowed your eyes further at him.

“You know damn well why,” You say, slapping his shoulder before turning to open the shower once more. Laughing when the water burst open above him, cutting him off from replying.

With the tension dissolving with the shampoo on his hair, a playful grin replaced the coy smirk and with his newly washed hair, he grabbed your arms in an iron grip and began to shake his head at you, flicking water from his hair and onto you.

When he was done, he then pulled you into the stream with a bubbling laugh as he watched the shampoo suds dissolve with the water. But with both your arms pinned in place, you weren't able to wipe your eyes and had them closed the moment he had you under the shower head.

“I'm—I’m going to put chili in your fucking water, I can't see!”

With sorrys in between fits of giggles, Jimin reached up to wipe your face for you when he realized this.

Shower with Jimin sailed smoothly from that point on. After his teasing, he made no more attempts to fluster you, even when he was scrubbing your back a little longer than it should've taken.

He had, however, made comments on how many steps there are for you to shower.

“Why do you need to shampoo twice, use soap AND body wash? It’s not like you’d ever get sick anymore when I’m here.”

You just rolled your eyes and told him to leave if he’s going to complain about your routine. Eventually though, you speed through your routine due to him whining about how he’s starting to feel cold, lightheaded—to which he dramatized by leaning his hurting head on your shoulder—, and is suddenly sleepy.

Changing into your pajamas was a little hard as you attempted to do it all under the safety of a towel while also maintaining skinship with Jimin every other ten seconds who's also doing the same.

You managed somehow and soon enough, you both situated yourselves into the bed, with your legs thrown over his and backreading the bangtan gc that had awakened the moment Jimin had his phone.

Surprisingly, even Jungkook was active.

[21:24] Mimi: It's so weird tae [21:24] Mimi: I’ve never seen someone use soap AND body wash THEN washes their hair t w i c e [21:24] Hoba: I do that… [21:25] Mimi: That’s expected hyung, you’re a neat freak. [21:25] You: Why are you so weird about me being clean?! [21:26] Mimi: ITS PSYCHOPATH BEHAVIOR [21:26] Jinnie: hoba I think he just called you a psychopath [21:26] Hoba: 🙁 [21:27] Ggukie: NOW YOU MADE HYUNG SAD [21:27] Hoba: 🙁 [21:27] Hoba: you think im weird jimin-ah?🙁 [21:27] Yoongs: why is this even a conversation [21:27] Joonie: Jimin just because you don’t do it, doesn’t mean it's unorthodox. [21:28] Minnie: you’re one of them, are you hyung?! [21:28] Tete: I still cant believe Jimin just showered with noona… [21:28] Tete: why are we breezing through that information? [21:28] Jinnie: ok so lets not talk about that [21:29] Jinnie: what do you want for breakfast, beautiful?

Reading his message felt like cold water dousing you awake and you’re suddenly attacked by a wave of guilt.

Is it okay for you to even make demands like this? Do you even deserve being Seokjin’s dearest?

“Ask him for waffles, I'm craving for them.” Jimin says, his voice slicing through your thoughts and you turn back to your phone.

[21:29] Ggukie: ask me too hyung! [21:29] Jinnie: alright I’ll bite [21:29] Jinnie: what do you want brat? [21:30] Ggukie: noona’s love :DD

You watched as Jin’s profile pic pop up and came down multiple times, and each time they do, your and Jimin’s giggles multiply.

[21:32] Jinnie: I’m blocking you [21:32] Joonie: I should have you kicked out for that stupid, corny ass joke oh my god [21:32] Yoongs: that activated my fight or flight [21:32] Yoongs: don’t do that again [21:32] Ggukie: hyung ask me again [21:32] Ggukie: promise I’ll respond properly this time :] [21:33] Jinnie: Y/N? [21:33] Ggukie: HYUNG [21:33] Minnie: she says she wants waffles :> [21:33] Jinnie: I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth, Park Jimin [21:34] Minnie: D: [21:34] You: I want scrambled eggs and pancakes :D

“Betrayal!”

“You shouldn’t have played around earlier then.”

“You shouldn’t have played around earlier then. Give me that!” You stretch your arm away from him but Jimin was faster, managing to pluck your phone from your grasp and moving to place it on his side of the floor.

Without hesitation, you launched yourself at his hand making him yelp before it dissolved into giggles when you managed to catch him and had curled up around his arm, fingers attempting to pry him away from your phone.

It was how Tae had found you both in and immediately lept in, taking your side the moment he had seen you and Jimin tussled for your phone.

With Tae’s help, you were able to take back your phone only to see that it had locked itself from the many times the screen had picked up on both you and Jimin’s palms and had typed in the wrong combination after the other. For that, you slapped his arm.

“What did I do wrong?! It’s not my fault the stupid phone couldn’t differentiate between palm and fingers!”

“If I wasn’t required to touch you, I’d have you kicked out of this room.”

Jimin pushed himself up, face incredulous. “This is literally my room.”

“Next week you should sleep in my room instead, noona. I’d love to have you there.” Taehyung says, pulling you to his chest and side-eyeing his friend. “I wouldn’t be as mean as Jiminie.”

“Why am I getting disrespected in my own room? Is it gang up on Jimin day?!��

“When is it not gang up on Jimin day?”

“Why you—GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

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pearbunny · 8 months ago

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the bucket list ✘ [fourteen // FINAL]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, fluff, angst, comfort, eventual smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, overarching theme of mental health, eventual smut.

word count: 5.6k

chapter content: cursing. non-explicit shower (not smut), mentions of food, mc has a chat with jisung's best friend, lots and lots of angst, but also a hopeful ending.

author’s note: thank you for reading. and while i know this is a lesser popular work, words cannot express how much every like, comment, reblog has meant. let's say goodbye together. 💛

You can't sleep.

Despite your aching body, your heavy lids, your fatigued mind, you can't –won't– sleep. Your last moments with Jisung would not be wasted with sleep.

Instead, you stay in bed for hours, tangled in each other’s limbs, the thin fabric of Jisung’s sheets the only cover to your bodies. Neither of you are worried about how loud your voices carry through the walls of his apartment into his neighbor’s unit. Instead, you giggle and laugh, the both of you committing those sounds of happiness to memory.

As you lay beside him, Jisung runs his fingertips up and down the curves of your side, mentally mapping the topography of your body, appreciating the moment when the corner of your eyes crinkle as the sound of soft light laughter spilled from your rosy lips. He takes note of the odd freckle below one of your finger’s knuckles when he kisses your fingers, prying them away from his cheeks when you pinch them in retaliation for all the tickles.

“What time is your flight?”

Your head lays on Jisung’s pillow while he's on his side, head propped up on his hand supported by his elbow. Your hands are laced together in the air and you move your wrist back and forth in a playful manner. You choose not to look at the clock. As far as you’re concerned, the moon was still up and it was dark outside and that was all you needed to know. “Not until later.”

“Y/N,” Jisung looks down at you with a stern look on his face. “You should get ready and shower.”

You huff, subsequently blowing some of your hair out of your face. A pout settles on your lips. “If we shower together, can we stay here for a little bit longer?” You fight the shy smile from making an appearance, but you can’t hide the pink blush that sweeps over your cheeks. This wasn’t like you. In fact, open and blatant flirting like that usually made you feel uncomfortable; but not in a bad way, just in the way that it was such a foreign concept to you. However, right now in this moment, it felt right.

Jisung chuckles low, the rumble in his chest tickling your shoulder. “I don’t think that would save us anytime.”

You roll your eyes, “I promise I’ll be good.” For emphasis, you press yourself against him further, letting him know you were adamant on spending more time in bed with him.

Jisung playfully groans with your action, dipping his head low to place his forehead against the back of your shoulder. “I don’t.”

Despite all that talk, Jisung is very respectful in the shower. His fingers move in circular motions on your scalp as he shampoos away the oil from your hair, strong firm hands massaging and kneading the knots in your shoulders under the warm water.

It’s actually you that has to show more self restraint, running the washcloth soaked in soap across his wide chest and small waist. Maybe it’s the lighting in the bathroom, but you truly don’t remember him looking so… delectable.

With a finger, he lifts your chin up to look at him, a suspicious brow raised. A deep laugh bounces off the tile walls when your eyes dart away, refusing to look at him. You feel a little embarrassed with how little self control you seemed to have.

Jisung reaches behind you for the shower knob and turns it cold.

Your mouth hangs open with a loud gasp, bringing your arms across your body to attempt to keep the warmth. “What the hell Jisung?!”

He steps out of the shower stall and wraps a fluffy towel around his waist, pushing his hair back out of his face. “You said you’d be good and you promised.” He looks back at you with such a shit-eating grin on his face. “I didn’t want you to go back on that promise.”

Getting ready went by smoothly, albeit slowly. You dreaded pulling your tight white baby tee over your body. You took your time, bringing your loose army green pants over your hips. Packing up the rest of your belongings was a chore you didn’t want to do.

You meet Jisung out in his living room, dressed casually in faded black jeans, a low scoop neck white tee and a fuzzy brown cardigan. He’s at the kitchen island, looking over the pages of the worn down journal that belonged to your mother. He takes in the feminine and delicate penmanship, eyes going over journal entries and doodles. Jisung lets a smile form on his lips when he recalls how you told him that you often looked over her journals to feel closer to her. He thinks for a moment that he’s doing the same thing right now, but with the intention to feel closer to you. The happiness fades from his eyes momentarily when he realizes why he wants to feel closer to you; the distance between you will grow soon. Physically, and perhaps more than that.

Your footsteps by Jisung’s door snap him out of his thoughts and he twists his whole body towards you. He’s quick to hop out of his chair to help you bring your large suitcase into the hallway. He looks down at you and the look on his face softens when he sees the pronounced pout your face. “Hey, there’s no need for that.”

You wrap your arms around Jisung’s waist when he pulls you in for a hug, placing your head against him as you sigh. As much as you wish you could push your emotions aside to enjoy the rest of the day, you can’t help but feel like you’re leaving a whole life – not your own, but maybe a life you could have had – here in Korea.

“Come on, Seungmin’s cafe should be opening soon.” Jisung holds your hand in his left, your suitcase in his right hand and he leads you towards the front door.

Your feet are planted in place and when Jisung looks back at you, he offers you a sympathetic smile. “Okay, how about I bring your stuff down into the car and I’ll come back up to get you.”

You give him a meek nod and smile. “Yeah, I think that would be good.”

Jisung nods and stacks your travel backpack on top of your smaller carryon luggage and brings all of your suitcases into the hallway. He spots your mom’s journal on the kitchen island and quickly grabs it, placing it into your backpack and letting the door close behind him.

You can hear the sound of your luggage rolling down the hallway when you finally decide to take a step forward, further into the living room kitchen area. You recall how Jisung and his friends’ laughter filled the room just a couple of nights ago, the smell of the steak and pasta that Lee Know helped cook up very distinct in your mind.

You turn back around and place your palm on the sturdy door frame of Jisung’s room before taking a step inside. You walk the perimeter, your eyes glancing over his books and knick-knacks on his shelves. The books aren’t organized in any particular way and you wonder if it was arbitrary or if there was a specific order that was only known to Jisung; maybe it was the order he found them interesting or if he placed them on the shelf based on which topic he knew about the most.

At his computer setup, you find his guitar and microphone and you’re taken back to the night that he showed you the song Alien. Your heart hurts a little when you remember the lyrics and how sad and lonely they sounded, but there was also a hope in your heart that Jisung would be able to write songs that were happier.

Your eyes fall onto the small wolf figurine and you pick it up. It seemed out of place. Most of the trinkets around Jisung’s room were more self-explanatory: A Rubick’s cube, the plushies on his bed – including the one you won at Lotte World by the way –, a slinky. But this was the only figure that resembled a life-like wolf. You turn it over and find an inscription on the bottom of the base. It read, “Chan”.

You place the wolf back down gently and make your way out of Jisung’s room, looking back one last time at his made bed, a blush traveling across your cheeks when you think back on the memories made there.

You travel across the open common area to the guest room you had stayed in previously. You sit on your knees in the middle of the room, hands placed on your lap. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply. You weren’t necessarily the most spiritual person, but ever since your mother passed, you found yourself talking to the air, hoping there was an afterlife for her to hear you in.

You clear your throat before speaking to the empty room. “Hi, Chan.” You awkwardly chuckle and relax your shoulders with a sigh. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was your room.” You shift your weight and opt to sit cross legged instead. “Obviously, I didn’t know you, but all of your friends talk very highly about you. They say that the people you surround yourself with are often reflections of yourselves, so you must have been an amazing individual.”

You open your eyes, but keep them half lidded as you stare at a random spot on the floor in front of you. “I’m sorry that the world was cruel to you. I’m sorry that you felt that you were walking alone in life. Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin, Lee Know… They miss you terribly, I can tell by the way they speak about you. But I want to tell you that as someone who didn’t know you, you have made such a positive impact on those men. Jisung especially. He is such a beautiful soul, so kind, so thoughtful. Intelligent. His determination is unparalleled. Jisung told me that you saw something in him that no one else did… Chan, Jisung may have had it in him, but he didn’t see it until you did. So thank you for cultivating and nurturing that spark.”

You close your eyes once more and offer the empty room a genuine smile, picking yourself up on your feet. As if on cue, Jisung opens the front door. He calls out from the doorway. “Y/N, are you ready?”

You meet Jisung at the entryway and slip your shoes on, grabbing your jacket and cross-body bag by the door. “Yeah, I think I am.”

Jisung holds his hand out. You take it and stand in the doorway. Your other hand hovers of the light switches and as you look over your shoulder into the kitchen and living room, you say your final goodbye to the apartment. With the flip of the switches, you close the door behind you and make your way to Jisung’s car in the parking lot.

Jisung and you are at the door to Seungmin’s cafe right as he opens the door to start his before-work hours shift. His sleepy eyes look over your forms and he groans, holding the door open for the both of you before he locks it up again. Jisung laughs and you smile at Seungmin apologetically as he throws the store keys on the counter, grumbling the whole time.

You take a seat at a table by the front window. Jisung stands by you, making sure the sign at the front of the door still says “Closed”. He’s particular about the lights that he turns on, only turning on the back lights and dimmer ones above head so there was just enough light to see.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have come, it’s really early.” You can smell the coffee beans as Seungmin makes himself a pour over in the back.

Jisung shakes his head and makes his way behind the counter, prepping two cups for the both of you. “Nah, don’t worry about it.”

You chew on your bottom lip, trusting Jisung. You look around the empty cafe, most chairs up on the tables from the previous day’s closing shift. It’s a stark difference to the way the cafe looked on the first day you came: it was quiet without the sounds of people chatting and the clangs of spoons being stirred in people’s cups or knives cutting pastries. You giggle when you remember how you had to hover around the tables just to get a seat.

“Hey, sorry.” Seungmin comes out from the back and places his cup of coffee on the counter, shoo’ing Jisung away from the espresso machine. “I’m one of those people who need coffee to have a functioning conversation in the morning.”

Jisung tries to take back control of the espresso machine. “You’re technically working. I got this, don’t worry.”

Seungmin eyes Jisung for a while before relenting and heading back into the back of the store. “Okay, just don’t break it.”

Jisung comes back to your table with a latte for you and an iced Americano for himself. He sits down right after and gives you a gummy smile, though it’s a bit forced. “I’m going to miss this. I feel like it’s become a routine for me.”

You smile lopsidedly, and bring your feet up onto the chair, pressing your knees against your chest. “Yeah. For me too.”

Jisung watches you as you take a sip of your latte, eyes softening when he notices that you’re barefaced. He is going to miss this. He’ll miss your makeup-less face in the mornings and the late evenngs right before bed, your vanilla lattes and how he’ll never understand how you could take your coffee so sweet in the mornings. He’ll miss flirting with you, and even though his job relied on flirtatious interactions, he liked flirting with you because he never knew what he’d get in response: a shy blush, a roll of your eyes with a smile on your face; his favorite though was when you would gain the confidence to flirt back with a mischievous look in your eyes, like you were challenging him to see who would break first.

At this point, you catch him staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” You wipe your upper lip just in case you had a latte-mustache.

Jisung chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?”

He nods and takes a sip of his iced americano, chewing on his straw. “Yeah. I’m just thinking about how much I’ll miss you.”

You grow quiet and run your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’ll miss you too.” The air shifts between you two.

Seugnmin comes to your table with a warmed up chocolate croissant, placing it in front of you. “Don’t be dramatic. This is the 21st century, you guys can just call each other.”

“You’re right.” You give him a laugh, but it isn’t very convincing. Jisung meets your eyes and you quickly take a bite of the offered croissant.

You both know the likelihood of maintaining a long distance friendship. Sure you could call, but the time difference would make it difficult. Your respective busy work schedules would take up a lot of time. Who knows what life would look like when you two both went back to your regular lives.

And to be honest, you could keep in contact, you could maintain that friendship, but…

Would friendship be enough?

The ride to the airport isn’t that bad. The roads were mostly empty since it was still dark out, signs of the sun rising over the horizon visible once Jisung parks in car in the multi-level parking garage. He assists you with your bags, holding your hand while you both make your way to bag check, fingers wrapping around your palm tightly. He doesn’t say much, though he doesn’t need to. Jisung lets you know how much he doesn’t want you to go with the way he holds onto your hand like if you were to let go, he would never see you again.

And as dramatic as that sounded, it wasn’t that far-fetched.

Once you check in your bag, you place your passport that you showed the person at the check in back into your large travel backpack. You take Jisung’s hands in your own, gently swinging it back and forth between you two. You take a deep breath, your shoulders rising and falling as you do so.

“I guess this is it.”

Jisung nods, a little resigned. He’s feeling a lot of emotions and though he’s usually the type to get the last word in, he’s overwhelmed with how intensely he feels at the moment. He clears his throat, breaking his silence. “You sure you just can’t stay?”

You shake your head and quickly bring your arms around him, pressing yourself into his body. His arms snake around your form, one of his hands traveling up into your hair to bring you closer to him. He breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It’s such a little detail, but he regrets not sneaking a look at the label of your shampoo bottle for the days he’d inevitably miss you.

Jisung’s shirt grows damp the longer you stay in his arms. You both don’t want to see each other cry for two reasons: you’ll only find yourselves crying harder and it would make leaving even more difficult than it already was. When Jisung’s body starts trembling, you hold onto him tighter.

Jisung doesn’t want to see you go. As much as he’s turned his life around after the low he felt after Chan’s passing, you were such a beacon of light in his life. Sure Jisung learned how to grieve, he had his friends next to him to help him get out of that funk, his job was both challenging and fulfilling, but you?

He was afraid that there would be no one else like you in this lifetime.

No.

He was sure there would be no one else like you in this lifetime.

The airport was quiet, soft sounds of luggage wheels rolling on the floor and the announcements of a woman’s voice overhead every so often the only things that could distract you from the gentle sobs between you two. Eventually, Jisung finds the strength to recompose himself and just like you had previously done a lot on this trip, you follow his example. He takes a step back and you're met with a sunny cheerful look on Jisung’s face, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. He places his palm on the top of your head, smoothing out your disheveled hair from burying your face in his chest.

As Jisung tilts his head downward, you lift your heels off of the tile floor to bring your lips closer to his. It’s just a simple kiss, there’s no fight for dominance, no lip bites; just a sweet and tender kiss to remember each other by.

When you pull apart for the last time, Jisung cups your cheek, running a thumb over your cheekbone to wipe away a tear you didn’t realize fell. “In our next life, Y/N.”

“In our next life, Jisung.” Your voice is unstable after catching your breath from the silent sobs, eyes irritated and watery. You purse your lips together tightly in an attempt to hold back the floodgates. You take a deep breath and nod once at him and muster up the biggest smile that you could. You grab your backpack and carry-on luggage and make your way towards the TSA line, walking backwards as you bid farewell to Jisung’s smiling and waving form through the glass window.

Jisung waves at you one last time as you disappear from sight. The smile on his lips drops and he shoves his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

You waited until the last possible minute to go through TSA just so you could spend all the time you could with Jisung, so when you made it through you went straight to your gate that was already boarding. You had no time to mull over your thoughts, focusing on finding your seat and then managing to put your luggage in the overhead bin close enough to where you were sitting so you wouldn’t lose track of it.

Now, you’re ignoring the flight safety protocol that the flight attendant is miming, seatbelt loosely strapped over your lap in the window seat. You take the sleeves over the palms of your hand and press them against your face, catching your tears as they fall.

You don’t care how you look to the other passengers on the plane; not when you’re thinking about how life had a funny way of introducing possibly the most perfect soul into your life then taking him away shortly after Han Jisung was a pleasant surprise on your trip to Korea. He was the best thing that could have ever happened to you. You can’t even begin to imagine how the trip would have gone if you hadn’t stopped to give a random person a bouquet of flowers.

Your plane pulls away from the gate, starting its taxi to the runway.

In two weeks, Jisung taught you a lot about yourself. He taught you how it felt to be listened to and heard, even how to listen and just be present for someone. He managed to show you, someone he barely knew, patience and kindness. He taught you how to go with the flow, to not worry about what comes next. He showed you that grief looked different for everyone and the beautiful things you could take away from the grief; that grief didn’t mean you were broken.

Jisung taught you life after loss.

You think about what he told about inyeon: the notion that two people are connected and bound together, but it could take lifetimes for them to finally be united.

You and Jisung were meant to meet. You were sure of it. Perhaps you needed each other when you did to show you both that choosing to keep going wasn’t in vain, that it was the right decision. You showed each other the beauty of life. Maybe in this life, that’s all you were meant to be for each other...

In our next life.

Those words echoed through your head.

Why?

It seemed so final, like you weren’t going to talk to each other. Ever. But you knew yourself. You two would start off talking everyday. Life would get in the way and it would become once a week. Eventually, you two would talk less, but you wouldn’t act like strangers. You’d leave a like on an Instagram post, he’d comment on a picture of yours. When he’d post a story that included the boys, you’d message him and let him know that you missed them all and your time in Korea. And when Jisung released his music, he’d send you the copy of the full tracklist first because he’ll always think of you.

But that wasn’t going to be enough.

And you would have to be okay with it.

Your fingers curl into your palms forming tight fists. With tears in your eyes, you grab your phone from your bag under the seat in front of you. You scramble to find the instagram app on your phone and once you do, you navigate to your messages. You fine Jisung’s handle and start to type out a message.

“I don’t want to wait for another life. I want this life to be our life. I don’t want to have to wait until we get lucky enough to be reincarnated into penguins.”

You press send just as a flight attendant grabs your attention in the aisle. “Excuse me miss, but please put your hand held mobile devices in airplane mode.”

When they leave, you look back at your phone. Your message was delivered, but you wanted to wait a moment, just in case Jisung would read it. When the plane started to gain speed, signaling that it would be taking off soon, you put your phone on airplane mode, effectively cutting off your signal for the remainder of your 10 + hour flight.

When you get off the plane, your face is all puffy and the bright lights in the airport nearly blind you. When you look out of the tall floor to ceiling windows, it’s dark outside. You want nothing more than to go home, take a shower, and cry yourself to sleep despite doing so on the plane multiple times already. On your lengthy travel, you went back and forth between accepting that whatever you had with Jisung was done and being determined to make it work.

In the end, you realize that no matter what you wanted, Jisung had to also want the same thing, so there was no point in worrying over it.

There was no point, but that didn’t stop you.

You and the rest of your flight are escorted to baggage claim. Your baggage thankfully was one of the first couple of bags to show up on the conveyor belt. Once you gather your large luggage, you make your way through customs.

Thankfully, it goes smoothly and you’re about to grab your phone and finally take it out of airplane mode to call Robin to let her know that you’ve made it through customs and are looking for her, but when you make it through the gate out of customs and into the large main area of the airport, you find Robin jumping up and down.

You give her a tired smile, relieved to see a familiar face after hours on a plane. You feel so emotionally taxed that when you make your way to her, you drop all your belongings on the floor and hold her tightly.

Robin hesitates for a moment before finally returning your embrace. “Hey, are you okay, babes?”

You sigh and nod, your whole body relaxing, putting more weight on Robin than intended which makes her take a step back to plant her feet firmly on the ground to catch you. “I’m just…”

Your voice sounds shaky, which alarms Robin but instead of going into panic mode, she rubs circles on your back. “It’s okay. Let’s get you home.”

You place your forehead on the cold glass of Robin’s passenger side window, staring off into the outside where the bright city lights pass you on the freeway back to your apartment. Your phone sits in your lap.

While driving, Robin glances over at you. “Hey, have you texted Jisung?”

You glance at your phone and then back out of the window. “My phone’s been on airplane mode.”

With her eyes on the road, Robin scrunches up her brows and face in confusion. “I’m sure he’d like to know that you made it home safely.”

“Yeah, but…” Finally, you pick up your phone, staring at the lock screen. “I’m scared.”

Robin turns on the blinker to exit the freeway, thankful that your flight landed so early that it beat the roughest part of early morning traffic. “What do you have to be scared about?”

Nervous, you swipe to pull up your shortcuts, thumb hovering over the airplane mode toggle. “I told him I didn’t want to wait to be penguins.”

Robin takes a beat to look at you with a confused look on. “I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I’ll trust you.”

Without taking your eyes off your phone screen, you give her a small smile, but nothing else.

When you don’t say anything and Robin is just met with silence, she places a hand on your thigh, giving you a pat of encouragement. “Hey. If it’s meant to be for you, it will be.”

You let out a big sigh and swallow the lump in your throat, finally taking your phone off of airplane mode. It takes a while, but eventually your notifications start to pop up. A few e-mail dings, a missed call from your dad – you’ll let him know you got home later; If anything, he already texted Robin to ask if you’ve been picked up–, and multiple Instagram messages.

You’re nervous, but you swipe to read the messages.

I’ve been staring at my phone in the parking lot now for the past 20 minutes. I don’t know what to say.

Oh, maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, fuck. I just mean that I’m trying to find the right words to say.

All good things! I hope!!

Let me start by saying that the past two weeks have been magical. I never thought I could grow so attached to someone so quickly. You were an absolute light on my life.

are*

I’m not sure what I did that first day to make you want to approach me with a bouquet of flowers, but I’m thanking whatever higher power there is that I decided to try out a new cologne that morning.

Lol sorry i’m trying to make this light hearted so i don’t cry my eyes out on the drive back home.

Btw seungmin changbin and lee know wish you a safe flight. I told them to just message you but they said they wanted to give us time.

I guess they can see how much you mean to me.

Y/N…. you mean a lot to me. More than you could ever begin to imagine. I don’t believe in fate or destiny. Maybe i do idk, its a nice idea, but its just an excuse for things we can’t explain.

But maybe thats just it because i can’t explain how much saying goodbye at the airport felt like ripping out a part of me. Its like you took something from inside of me and left with it.

This is about to be so corny lol

But

Whatever it is that you took, just keep it safe, okay?

AHHHHHHHHH LMAAAAO wsadfjas i can’t stand myself lmfao i’m going to drive back and i’ll text you when i’m at the apartment.

Lol not me acting like you’re going to read this right now while you’re thousands of miles up in the sky.

I made it back except im not at the apartment im at Loud Mouths because I didn’t wanna be alone. I got way to used to annoying you all day lmao

Anyway i’d love to say that we shouldn't wait until our next lives. And i’d love to say that this is our lifetime, but we can’t know that. That’s out of our hands.

But i do know that there’s something on your mom’s bucket list that I was eyeing before you left.

For whatever it’s worth, if it my list, I’d cross it off.

I’m always here for you.

You look up from your phone and close your eyes, letting the tears fall. Your right hand goes over to your chest and you squeeze it over your heart, hoping that Jisung knows that he also has a part of you with him.

Robin helps you bring your luggage up into your apartment and you hug her goodbye, convincing her that your broken heart was not worth being late for work again. At least, not now. You promise her that you’ll check in after her shift and that all you truly want to do is sleep and cry.

You close the door behind her and place your backpack on your small round dining room table from IKEA. You take out your journal, seeing the words from Jisung’s message clearly in your mind. You sit down in the matching chair and you notice that it seems like something has been stuck between the pages.

You open it up to that page and it's your mother’s list. Between the pages is a pressed stem of Queen Anne’s lace. It’s dried already, Jisung had pressed the flowers previously in a book of his own during the two weeks, feeling sentimental over what at that point he thought was a start to a beautiful friendship.

Just then, there’s a knock on your door.

You have half the mind to tell them to fuck off, but you have to get up and the front door was on the way to the bathroom where you planned to shower and cry under the stream of water.

You open the door to no one. You look left and right, but there’s no sign of anyone even coming by. That is until you look down at your doormat. There’s a bouquet of flowers in a vase, identical to the ones that you picked out for Jisung at the very beginning of your adventure: Sunflowers, Queen Anne’s lace, baby blue eucalyptus leaves.

You smile and take it inside, finding a note in its leaves.

"해바라��

sunflower Just like sunflowers with the sun,

I only have eyes for you.

- Han Jisung.”

You set the vase down on the table and pick your pen back up, looking over the list. In your mother’s elongated and slanted writing, with the letters connecting to each other in beautiful curves, dips, and loops, you confidently place an ✘ in the box next to “Fall In Love.”

You find our phone and excitedly open up your messages with Jisung. You want to tell him thank you for the flowers and that you’re home safe. You also want to tell him that the feeling is mutual, and that hopefully you’ll meet again in your next life as lovers.

Regardless of when that time will come, you’re happy to have met Han Jisung and so you will take whatever it is between you as it is.

You’re about to message Jisung when you notice “ji.one is typing…”

This is our lifetime.

ending author’s notes: thank you for reading The Bucket List. This all started as a one sentence idea in my drafts. Originally, this was to be a one shot, no more than 7k words, but the more I thought about it, the more i wanted to change it into a series. I will say though, the ending of this chapter had been planned since near the beginning, but while writing it, it was obvious I couldn't do that to these two, so I hope you enjoyed this more hopeful version. :) TBL has been extremely therapeutic for me and has helped me get through some difficult times. I hope that when you read this, these characters are able to touch you in some way as well.

If you’ve read this far, please consider reblogging. 💛

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tinfoil-jones · 18 days ago

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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 10

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

WARNING: This is a long chapter

First - Prev - Next

Ch.10

“Do you remember how you came to Gravity Falls in the first place?”

“I was just passing by.”

“Yes, but this town is isolated, and you have no means of transportation.”

“Trainhopping, I was hiding on a train for two days I think, maybe three? Decided to jump off here.”

“Do you know why you decided to do that here, and not anywhere else?”

“...”

“Stan?”

“It’s funny, specs - a couple months back, I’d already been with my pal Rick for a while, right? Just one heist, escapade, or criminal venture after another, for seven months straight. And it was great while it lasted, but then he asked me if I wanted to stay with him in another dim- someplace far away. And I wanted to, ya know? There’s always been this itch in the back of my mind that I wanted to go around the world on some grand adventure, and he was offering that to me on a silver platter. But I told him no.”

“And why was that, Stan?”

“...It’s stupid.”

“I wouldn’t call any of your reasoning stupid, I’m not here to judge you.”

“...I always wanted to go on an adventure- but something was missing. It’s like- I dunno if it’s intuition or some spiritual mumbo jumbo, it’s like I’m looking for something. But I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

“Do you have an idea what it could be?”

“A part of… me? I’m missing something. Not just my memories- but something else. I think I might have made a promise, I just… don’t remember what it was, or who I promised to. I guess I’ve been drifting around trying to find it.”

“And you felt it was in Gravity Falls?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. There’s something weird here… I just wanted to check this place out, is all.”

“I see. What did you say your relationship with this Rick was like?”

“You don’t need to be jealous, F. We were just friends. Okay, maybe we were kind of an item for a week at most, but that guy isn’t just self-destructive; he’s like a train that wrecks onto a freeway, he can never just destroy himself, he has to wreck the people around him too and create an absolute shit show. Even I have a limit with that shit.”

“You really need to stop putting yourself down like that, Stan. You only ever seem to say negative things about yourself, it ain’t good for you.”

“There isn’t anything good to say, stretch.”

“Don’t sell yourself one egg short of a basket, now. Y’know, your-. Uh, Stanford was telling me that you’re quite clever. He used a trick to get you down here in the first place, but he also said that he wouldn’t be able to trick you again.”

“I should have seen his fake-out coming… I’ll give it to him, it was a good one. But I’m not going to underestimate him, because crazy like his should never be underestimated. What’s he up to anyways? He went to that room that’s always locked.”

“That’s his private study. I believe he goes there when he wants to be alone.”

“...Didn’t he live by himself? Why did he already have that?”

“Can’t say, maybe it’s a quiet and calm space for him.”

(...)

“HE HAS RISEN BABY GIRL.”

“Bill, please stop calling me that. It’s unprofessional.”

“Come on Sixer, at least let the Goo Goo Dolls soundtrack play.”

“The what?”

“Ooop! My bad, it’s not 1998 or 2024 yet. How can I help you today, Fordsy? You haven’t called me in a few weeks.”

“There’s a mindscape I need to access.”

“Oh boy, it’s not usually you who wants to poke around other humans' brains, always prattling on about ethics and consent. What’s the occasion?”

“...You know everything I know when we’re in the mindscape, you already know the answer.”

“Yes, but I still want you to say it out loud. Clearly and concisely, so your dialogue can be read on screen.”

“... I need to get into the mind of my brother, Stanley. He has amnesia, and our leading theory is that it’s due to psychological trauma. But he has been through so much trauma we’re having trouble isolating the definitive event that would have started this.”

“And why wouldn’t he just share that with his beloved twin brother?”

“He does not remember me.”

“Oooh, then he is just like you! Isn't it just precious when twins are twinning?”

“I never forgot about him.”

“Oh Sixer… You might as well have.”

“Just take me to his mind, Cipher… Please.”

“Anything for you, baby boy!”

SNAP

(...)

“So your memories are only clear to a certain point?”

“Yeah. Rick found me wandering around the woods in a ‘catatonic state’, and snapped me out of it. Everything before that… I can remember being on the street, I can remember all the stuff I did, maybe out to a decade? But there’s a lot of holes, lotsa different names I used. And before the streets? Nothing.”

“And when did Rick find you in the woods?”

“What month is it?”

“June.”

“Last May - so about 13 months?”

(...)

“Okay Fordsy he hasn’t made a deal with me so we can’t go too deep, or his mental defenses are just gonna shove us out.”

“Bill, I already know that, why are you explaining it to me?”

“You know; doesn’t mean they know. Unless this is a re-read. In which case; welcome back. Glad you loved or hated it the first time.”

“You are… Beyond comprehension, Bill Cipher.”

“That’s what you love about me though.”

“You have my begrudging, professional respect.”

“From your aspec ass, that’s practically love.”

“Aspe-”

“Oooh! Lookie here, a memory door opened up. He must be opening up to someone right now. Let's barge in haphazardly.”

(...)

“Okay Stan, this might be difficult. But if you ever feel distressed, let me know and we can try grounding techniques okay?’

“You got it, F.”

“Now close your eyes, think back to when you and Rick parted ways.”

(...)

“Sanchez?! How does Stan know-.”

“You know this hilarious crossover character? I already know the answer, but for no particular reason I need you to tell me out loud how you know him.”

“His wife Diane was part one of my PhD programs. She was always so bright and pleasant, but her husband was a nightmare when she brought him around. He was always saying that school wasn’t for smart people, and rubbed his inventions and intelligence in our face.”

“And how is she these days?”

“She passed away from a garage fire a few years ago, her and her little girl. I almost sent him a condolences, but he was such an unpleasant asshole I could not make myself do so.”

“Come on Stan- think about it! You, me, Bird Person, Squanchy- sci-fi adventures, drugs, bitches. Whattaya say? Let’s ditch this dimension, there isn’t anything for us here anymore.”

“Dimension-?”

“Shh, Fordsy, just let it play out.”

“I… I can’t Rick.”

“Why not?”

“There’s… something here.”

“Did you remember something?”

“I don’t remember who, but I think I’m looking for someone.”

“Stanny-Boy, we’ve been through this before. No one knows you, everywhere we’ve been, ‘cept for the fake names. You should just cut your losses.”

“Wherever we go, we go together.”

“What was that-?”

“Just the distorted voice of his subconscious. It’s probably not important.”

“I��m sorry. But there’s a piece of me missing, and I think it’s still here in this dimension somewhere.”

“You know your credits don’t have monetary value here.”

“I know.”

“And I can’t leave you a space cruiser. You’ll have to walk or steal a car.”

“Either is fine. I’ve done it before.”

“Stan… Are you sure?”

“Here. Take all my credits, you’ll get more out of it than me.”

“You want your dusters back?”

“Trade me.”

“Wait, you don’t want your transdimensional watch anymore?”

“If the pigs catch me, I don’t need them asking too many questions.”

“You know that doesn’t just give you dimensional coordinates and time zones, right? There’s a pulse wave in it that can shatter force fields.”

“Pft, what are the chances I’d ever need that?”

“Ooof, he really fumbled the bag there.”

“My muse, please.”

*Rick takes the watch and gives Stan a pair of brass knuckles*

“Thanks Rick… Hey, it was nice while it lasted.”

“Hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“I hope you find that bastard, Prime. Give him the hell he deserves.”

“...Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll miss you too, pal.”

(...)

“Alright, how are you feeling Stan?”

“So far so good.”

“Okay, now let’s go further back. You said your first clear memory is when you met him, let’s go back to that.”

“I was in the back of his shi- iiitty car, I felt like I’d just smoked an entire carton of cigarettes, but in a bad way..”

(...)

“It just- stopped?”

“He’s remembering something else. Just look for another door.”

“Here we go.”

“Wha- where…?”

“Oh hey you’re awake.”

“-’re, you?”

“You’re one tough son of a bitch, y’know? Most of the people I tase end up dead, but you just passed out.”

“You… tased me? Are you a cop?”

“Hell no. I tased you because you attacked me in the woods. Damn near ripped my head off.”

“The woods..?”

“You were wandering around in a catatonic state, can’t tell you how long.”

“A what state?”

“This isn’t going anywhere. Can you tell me your name?”

“It’s…? I... Malone. Wait. It’s- Stan.”

“Stan Malone huh? My name’s Rick Sanchez.”

(...)

“Stan keep your eyes closed. I want you to try to remember what happened before this.”

“Alright…”

“What’s something you can remember? Something you saw, felt, heard?”

“My chest felt really tight…”

(...)

“What is this?”

“Ahh. A pit memory. This is something his brain wants to forget, but can’t permanently delete.”

“So it is a repressed memory?”

“Yes. He’s trying to think about it… but unconsciously, he really doesn’t want to.”

“What happens if we jump in?”

“Sixer, where's your sense of adventure? If it gets too dangerous I’ll just pull us out.”

“Do you swear?”

“Just gimme the word.”

“Which word?”

“Let’s go with ‘defenestrate’ this time.”

‘W̷̷H̷̷Y̷ ̷I̷̷S̷̷N̷'̷T̷ ̷I̷̷T̷ ̷W̷̷O̷̷R̷̷K̷̷I̷̷N̷̷G̷?! ̷W̷̷H̷̷Y̷-?’

S̷̷C̷̷R̷̷E̷̷E̷̷C̷̷H̷

‘̷C̷̷a̷̷n̷’̷t̷-’

‘̷t̷̷r̷̷a̷̷p̷̷p̷̷e̷̷d̷’

‘̷c̷̷a̷̷n̷’̷t̷ ̷b̷̷r̷̷e̷̷a̷̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷-’

*brief flash of a pile of burnt paper ash in Stan’s hands, which are shaking*

“We can’t stay here Fordsy, he’s closing up again.”

“Just one more second-!”

“Might as well, it’s [--- ---- ------ - ---].”

“[--- ---] going to die here. Stan[--- -------- -----], if you don’t [---- - ---- ---- --] in the next minute you will die.”

“That voice-?”

“We’re leaving now, Sixer! DEFENESTRATE!”

SNAP

(...)

“Stan? Stan calm down-! It’s okay! Remember where you are.”

“C-Can’t breathe-”

“Yes you can, just breathe with me. In- out. In- out. Just like that. There we go.”

“I’m sorry Fiddleford, I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t. ”

To be continued…

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flicklikesstuff · 9 months ago

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Can we see more of your RFTS AU? Does your Starboy have a name?

EEEEEEE!!!!! CONGRATS!! You’re my first ever ask! 🎖️💖

And I’d love to!

(I’m just so busy irl but I’m never abandoning this passion project of mine just so y’all know)

1.) I’m going to leave some details out for spoilers but here’s the gist!

Asha:

Design/Backstory:

- Asha has amber eyes with a North African purple and white colour scheme that contrasts Star’s.

- She just turned 18 a few months prior to the story.

- She grew up as a servant to the king and queen to owe up to Magnifico’s generous request to have her and her mom to stay at the castle’s spare rooms after a “fiery incident” took her house and father’s life away.

- Thus, she has a muscular build from all the experience she had running errands for them.

- Sabino is not her blood-related grandpa in this AU. He used to be the prev king’s and Magnifico’s royal advisor before retiring at an old age. He used to be close friends with Asha’s father. (I’m debating whether I should make Tomás the king’s prev assistant.) In a way, Asha still views Sabino as family.

RFTS! Asha’s design is basically inspired by my fav concept art of her <3

Personality:

(Asha’s main arc is that in order to ‘reach for the stars,’ she must first learn to trust in her capabilities and decisions. Because every single person has great potential that grows the more you have faith in yourself :)))

She develops from being an insecure servant girl to an admirable leader.)

- She’s TERRIBLE at organising her thoughts into words when she’s nervous. She finds it easier to sketch positive and negative things that she can’t say out loud into her sketchbook and vents there often.

- Asha is a daydreamer. (I plan on having her daydreaming sequences in 2D while when she snaps back to reality, the story goes back to 3D.). She likes imagining and drawing about her dreams and desires. It’s an escape from life and a stress-reliever

- She makes a bunch of promises to herself and others but often finds herself chickening out, afraid and unsure on how to take direction. (It’s a subversion of the brave princesses we had. Besides, I think we can all relate to this at some point, right?)

- At the same time, Asha beats herself up for still feeling afraid.

- She’s very observant with her surroundings. It’s why she manages to find something was off in the castle and catch on if people are hiding something

- Highly empathetic, allowing her to form deep bonds with people who struggle with verbal communication. She finds it easy to sympathise and is slow to anger and pointing fingers.

- She remembers limited sign language for being childhood friends with Dario, who is hard of hearing in this AU. But now, it’s been a while and is kinda rusty with it.

- Asha struggles in appreciating small things around her, believing that the prize at the end and achieving the wish is the thing most worth it. Initially believing it’s the only way people can be truly happy. If a wish isn’t granted, then what?

- Very creative, witty and quick on her feet.

- Tends to be indecisive due to the initial habit of being a people-pleaser, fears making a mistake, and due to having grown up where most decisions are already made for her (as a servant of the king and queen). She is insecure about her own capabilities.

- Can be playful at times and can take a joke/prank. (often with Valentino, who she adopted after his mother abandoned him from being born sick.)

……….

Star:

Design/Backstory:

- Tan skin colour with freckles across his face. Has wide hazel eyes. (Blue to brown, reminiscent of the sky)

- He’s 22 yrs old. Wishing stars don’t age physically but they still age mentally the same rate as humans.

- His hair looks like it’s made of stardust and it constantly has sparkles flying off it like sparks from a fire. The back of his hair is black like space. (I’ve show it already but it’s basically this:)

- His colour scheme is black and yellow in contrast to Asha’s. He wears a capelet and a cape that’s black on the outside and yellow sparkles under it. When he flies super fast, his cape looks like the tail of a shooting star.

- Light dims when upset and glows brightly whenever he’s happy. Sometimes, he glows red when he’s angry (Ref to Ray and Tinkerbell)

- Mute/Nonverbal. Communicates through sign language, light manipulation, animating sketches in Asha’s book, and drawing in air with stardust.

- He shapeshifts by rearranging the stardust that makes him up. This also means he could change his clothes very easily. In his numerous forms, the most notable thing is that there always has to be a star shape somewhere.

- He’s a young wishing star in the sky that was captured by King Magnifico to use his magic as a power source. He’s been kept locked up for nearly a decade until Asha freed him. However, on his wrists are green bands, similar to what the Genie in ‘Aladdin’ has. It’s the spell casted on him for extra measure to make him unable to return home or stray far from Rosas.

Personality:

(Due to being under Magnifico’s cruelty for a while, Star mistrusts humans and initially wonders constantly if they have ulterior motives. Srsly, the only thing he wants to do is go home to the sky and never go back down again.

But his arc over the story has him discovering how similar humans are to stars. How they shine a light and inspire one another to do great things. And most amazingly, with no magic! Over the story, Star reawakens his wonder of this beautiful world.)

- Wishing stars like him are the only creatures that have Wish magic. An unpredictable magic that not even the best astrologists and researchers know its limits. The way it works is that Star connects with a wish essence first, and then the passion and faith the person has with that wish determines the power and how long-lasting his help would be. It’s up to the wishing star then to decide their own unique method of granting that wish.

(It’s like training wheels. It would help guide you and then goes away once you get the hang of reaching your wish on your own.)

- A heart of gold who can’t resist saying no to a desperate face for long. While hesitant at first, he’ll slowly soften up. He’s actually a very sweet guy who loves making people happy under that defensive mask.

- Overly cautious and paranoid at first (like Rapunzel when she first got out the tower) but his wonder gets the better of him eventually.

- Greatly fears Magnifico to a high extent.

- Claustrophobic asf. The look he gave Asha when she proposed the idea for him to hide in her satchel while travelling through the kingdom was almost personal.

(It’s funny to think his initial dynamic with Asha is somewhat similar to Moana and Maui. Well…Not completely.

Basically, the only way for him to return home to the sky was return to the castle (which he JUST escaped-), find the artifact that casted the spell on him and break it, then he’s free. Though, Asha asked a favour that FIRST, he helps her find a way to free a few wishes first.

Honestly, this is frustratingly the best she could compromise with him because he’ll stubbornly refuse anything that involves direct confrontation with Mag. Asha secretly hopes she could change his mind on the way.

And because of that dread of going back anywhere near Magnifico again, Star would “accidentally” stall their journey there, which annoys Asha.)

- STUBBORN. Asha would tease him at times that he’s getting attached to Earth things and he’ll deny it because “Nooooooo~ I don’t. I am going straight back to the sky and that’s it.”

- Star would annoy or make fun of people harmlessly to express his frustrations with them. (He gets creative with his shape-shifting forms)

- Wish magic is unpredictable. So whenever he’s feeling highly emotional, like highly excited, scared, mad, or depressed, things happen out of his control. A rock turns into a giant orange pumpkin or a mushroom grows to 10x its original size.

- Impatient and gets distracted easily

- Star initially avoids touch at all times because of his mistrust in humans. He flinches at sudden advances. But progressively gets really affectionate as he learns to trust in certain people. That not all humans are selfish after all.

- Feels under-appreciated at times but doesn’t let it show. (A parallel to Magnifico who also feels under-appreciated. But instead of being vengeful, Star chooses to keep making others happy)

- Basically the entire embodiment of the therapist friend. (He keeps his issues to himself to avoid bothering others because “that’s not what stars dooo.”)

- He’s irritated that his inability to speak is misinterpreted as “stubbornness, uncooperativeness, and childishness.”

- This is AFTER he lets his defensive mask crumble down. Star finds appreciation and the beauty in the smallest and seemingly insignificant things, which he often brings to show Asha and his friends. (He’s the type to collect trinkets like Ariel.)

………….

Magnifico/Magnus:

Design/Backstory:

- Most of his design is summed up in this sheet I drew

- Magnifico is 38 yrs old

- His clothing is still white but with blue-ish patterns like the wishes he keeps stored away. Why is he storing those wishes? Let’s just say he and his wife have a big plan for Rosas’ 100th anniversary the coming month. ;)

- Mf has greying hair from all that stress

- I’m still keeping the backstory of him watching his village get destroyed as a young kid. Magnus was one of the few survivors who left the village alive on boat. They retreated to Rosas, where it held its reputation of being the most welcoming kingdom with each king being a grand sorcerer that serves his people. (So Rosas wasn’t built by Mag. It’s an already established kingdom)

- Being an orphan who had to turn to stealing to live, Magnus came across King Oliver, the prev king of Rosas. Feeling sorry for the boy, and having his wife and heir die from childbirth, he adopted him as Prince Magnifico. The name change representing a start to a new life.

- I want to make Mag’s backstory a subversion of the trope where the “MC rebels against their parent figure and is able to prove in the end that they are independent enough and their parent finally sees their POV and supports their child from then on.”

Growing up, King Oliver was admittedly not the best parent and was unintentionally dismissive in Mag’s trauma. “What’s past is past and sometimes it’s best to forget and move on.” Mag was enraged because he LOVED his original family and home and didn’t want to JUST forget.

- Mag fell in love with Amaya in the typical “Royalty x Commoner in the woods” fashion. But even then, King Oliver didn’t approve that. Not because Amaya’s a commoner, but because she’s a criminal who has intentionally broken Rosas’ magic safety restrictions for her alchemist experiments. This added more fuel to Mag’s hatred of him, of course. (Like damn, I wonder if Mag had anything to do with him passing away-)

- “After all, a king can do whatever he wants with his kingdom. Isn’t that right, father…? You did want me so desperately to be a good king…” (A quote that’s sort of a Scar ref?? Idk)

- Mag feels like he deserves the power due to his tragic past. He’s so sure that as king, he decides what everyone deserves. He feels like the world owes him for what happened.

And he will give the world and all those ungrateful brats, especially his dear adoptive father, what they deserve on Rosas’ 100th Anniversary. The day he shapes Rosas into the perfect land that he and Amaya were denied from. And after Rosas, the rest of the kingdoms will follow.

- He’s a vengeful spiky ball who thinks he deserves the credit for any problem he “solves.” Has Hero syndrome.

Personality:

- Psychopathic: Entitled, arrogant and impulsive

- Magnifico craves excitement and rewards. He smiles at the slightest compliment and gets a little bashful with flirts.

-He definitely runs his hands through his hair and plays with his cape as stress-relievers.

- Anger Issues. Yep.

- Superficially charming towards people as a manipulative tactic. Though it’s easier to break his facade compared to Amaya because of his temper.

- Remember when I said he’s almost similar to Lotso in Toy Story 3? I’m not giving too much details but do whatever with that knowledge.

- He genuinely believes and hates the Wishing Stars for ignoring his pleas as a child on the night he lost everything. It’s why he’s so harsh with Star himself.

………

Amaya:

In all honesty, I have not finished the queen’s redesign much. Oof- 😭

Here are some brainstorms I have with her though:

- Amaya is 37

- She aids Magnifico with spying and starting accidental tragedies.

- She’s usually in charge of the servants in the castle. Asha looks up to her since Amaya’s the nicest monarch to her and someone in the castle she feels safe around with. Like a second mother. With Mag, Asha feels like she’s walking on eggshells.

- Amaya secretly uses some animals and prisoners kept in the dungeons as subjects for her experiments.

- Being an alchemist (and more skilled in it than Mag), her magic is a substitute so that they can quickly save more wishes for their grand plan for Rosas’ 100th anniversary. (I forgot to mention that Mag uses the wishes to make his magic stronger.)

- She’s a strong parallel of Asha, presenting the dangers inflicted upon others when one gets too ambitious with their own goals that they are apathetic towards how it affects other people

- An independent woman who is very ambitious like Asha. However instead of keeping it to herself, Amaya goes beyond lengths to reach her goals. To become the most skilled alchemist, alongside her powerful husband, the world has ever known and prove it to those who doubted her. Like Asha, Amaya has her own notebook she keeps her notes in.

- Skilled at disguises and coming up with fake stories that are easy to believe in. (Ref to the Evil Queen, Jafar and multiple other Disney villains who utilise deception)

- Holds the calculating and intelligent skills in her power duo with Magnifico. Mag is more on delivery, force and image. (The Brains and the Brawn duo)

- Her family was against her interest in learning magic/alchemy. So Amaya heavily dislikes company that she perceives as holding her back from her full potential.

- Fled to Rosas for more opportunities. While magic isn’t forbidden at the time she arrived, there were safety restrictions such as certain spells and potions that aren’t allowed to be made and casted, which she loathed. (So she stole and found ways to gather ingredients for her experiments in the woods, prior to meeting Magnifico.)

- Probs just think of her as being as curious and innovative as Zarina from ‘The Pirate Fairy”, but you know, eviler.

…….

2.) Now for RFTS!Starboy’s name in this AU.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post I had before but his name issssssss 🥁🥁🥁:

✨ Star ✨

No, I’m not kidding. That’s it.

Yes, Wishing Stars have names but not in a way humans understand. Their real names are in a language that is incomprehensible and ear-damaging levels of loud for humans to hear. While yes, they know English just fine, there’s not really an equivalent in the human alphabet for their real names.

Wishing Stars still love to listen to the names humans would give them from below though. Either individually or as a constellation. They love it! Ursa Major? Alpha Crucis? Awww.

Anyways-

Star hasn’t received a name growing up in the sky because he’s small and easy to miss. When they first met, Asha was not in a creative state of mind at the time and meant to put “Star” as a placeholder name for now.

However, the magical boy got attached to the name and stubbornly refuses to hear any other attempt at giving him another one. It’s so simple but it’s HIS name now. He claims it. I find it cute that a supernatural being with literal outer space as his home, appreciates the smallest things given to him. So “Star” it became….

Though, Asha did introduce Star as “Peter” (Pan) to certain people to hide his identity. Because ‘Star’ is too obvious, you know?

And then Star jokingly pretends to not know who this ‘Peter’ is whenever she refers to him as such. Asha would just roll her eyes and stifle a chuckle.

Friendly reminder that some details may change as I develop the RFTS!AU more. Hope ya’ll like it so far!! 💖

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Choose Your Own Adventure: Miles Morales - Part 3

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“Okay, so what’s our story?”

Situated side by side, Hobie and Miles glared at the piece of wood before them; the only thing separating the pair and doom. Behind it, the single greatest trial either would ever encounter lay, patiently waiting.

Miles had dreaded this moment for weeks. But not even spider-man could evade the fate.

Dinner. With his parents.

How ominous.

First, having Hobie and his Dad sit together in one room was definitely a mistake. Chances that the two would hit it off were so slim that you had to mentally squint just to imagine it. And unfortunately for Miles, the universe wasn't planning to break the laws of space and time any time soon.

There was no way he surviving tonight. It just wasn't possible.

Not to distract from his impending death, but Miles was slowly coming to the realization that he was also about to out himself to his parents, the funny part being that he didn't like Hobie. Ish.

See, that there was another thing.

Miles may have had a thing for Hobie back a few months shortly after the two had first met. Initially, he had thought the punk to be little more than disruptive, reckless, and frankly, a pain in the ass.

He loved every bit of it.

Enamored his distinct personality, Miles had became drawn to the other like a moth to flame (and in some ways that he'd rather not think about).

However the feelings had vanished almost as quickly as they arrived. With time, the clarity between his various affections for Hobie became blurred.

Sure there were times that Miles feelings for the other were a little less than platonic, but there were also others when he was certain that it felt like normal friendship and nothing more.

Either way, this was not something Miles was planning to poke around with, least of all tonight. Did Miles realize that he was probably sabotaging himself by asking Hobie, of all people to help him out?

Yeah. He did.

But it was fine. He was probably just overthinking it, and everything had actually been completely normal. Besides, everyone becomes helplessly infatuated with their best friend at some point, right?

…Right?

Yeah, Miles was beginning to panic.

“You're just asking me this now? That’s some pretty shite time management.”

“Well we need something, unless you just want to waltz in there unprepared!” Miles whisper-shouts.

He couldn’t just explain to his family that he had met his boyfriend while traveling through an alternate dimension whilst fighting multiples of his alter ego. If they hadn’t had a heart attack once they met Hobie then they'd definitely have after one hearing that.

And no, Miles hadn’t told his parents that he was Spider-Man. His dad was alive and that was all Miles could really ask for, no need to complicate things further.

Miles knew what really awaited the punk at the event innocently disguised at a dinner. Spoiler alert: it wasn't just free food. In reality, it was a glorified interrogation; a setting in which his parents could finally lay into his mysterious 'Girlfriend', and in a seemly domestic environment. It was too perfect.

He felt slightly guilty subjecting an unsuspecting Hobie to the absolute shitstorm that awaited him beyond the door, but he also knew that the sooner they got the over with, the faster both their souls could be put to rest. Miles just hoped that Hobie was strong enough to make it through the night in one piece.

“Hey, what was that thing we talked about on the way?”

“You mean Miguel's ass?”

"The other thing."

"Don't piss yourself, I remember."

“Oh yeah? Then humor me.”

“'Don’t call your parents by their first names. Absolutely no swearing, which is not limited to', as you put it, 'sneaky British expressions.'" He recites.

“Fantastic. I should probably also warn you about-" Miles was cut off by Hobie's fist colliding with the door.

“Hobie!” The teen waves him off.

“You worry too much. Relax babe, we’ll be fine”.

The door swung open to reveal Miles’ father, who's gaze fell upon Hobie who was adorned in leather and numerous pieces jewellery.

“Who's this punk?” he asks, distaste evident in his tone. Welp. Now or never.

“He’s my boyfriend. Hobie.” The following silence is palpable. Miles can feel his insides turning.

“He's your what?” a stunned Jefferson parrots.

"Boyfriend. His name is Hobie."

"Hiya." Hobie waves.

“Is that you Miles?” A voice pips up from behind the officer’s shoulder.

“Hey mom,” Miles gestures awkwardly to the teen at his right. “This is Hobie.” He watches his mother pause as she takes in the sight.

“It’s nice to meet you, come on in!” She pushes past Jefferson, ushering the teen inside. "You''ll have to excuse my husband. Miles left out a few details about you so he's just a little surprised."

Well wasn't that the understatement of the year.

To be fair, Miles had told his parents a perfectly normal amount of information about his 'girlfriend' he could manage without giving himself away. What was he supposed to tell them? Hey, so I'm actually dating an anarchist who wants abolish the police. Like you Dad. Yeah no.

In hindsight, it probably made all the difference but it was too late to change things now. Similar thoughts continued to circulate through his mind as the false lovers stepped inside the residence.

“Mom. I am begging you. Don't scare him off."

Miles wasn't sure of how much energy it took to genuinely frighten Hobie, but he figured that it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Miha. You have nothing to be worried about. He'll be fine, we won't hurt him too badly,” She tossed a casual wink in Miles' direction before returning to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Hobie was busy looking at the wall to their left occupied by various picture frames. Expression softening, Miles moved to join him but half way through was confronted by his Rio who at present was carrying a large red tray.

“Here, take this to the table,” She orders him, pushing the dish into his arms. “And you,” Her eyes find Hobie. “Comes and help me flip the plantain.” The teen gives Miles a playful salute before joining Rio in the kitchen. Grumbling, Miles beings the trip to the dining table where he finds his is dad already seated.

“Mom, he just got here. Can't you give us a little space?” He calls out to her, exasperatedly setting down the dish onto the table.

“I don’t mind!" pipes Hobie from the stove just as Rio comes out to join Miles in setting the table.

“Hear that Miles? He doesn't mind.” She pats him on the shoulder before lowering her tone. "Also I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I wouldn't call Hobie a girl." She tells him wryly. Slightly panicking, Miles begins to laugh awkwardly.

"Ha. Yeah-no, I wouldn't either." Rio raises an eyebrow.

"Have anything you wanna tell me?"

Miles stiles. Hopefully never, his mind supplies, unhelpful.

At his silence, Rio shakes her head, expression fond. "No-we don't really have talk about it. But in case you’ve forgotten, I'm proud of you. Always.” A sudden wave of relief crashes over Miles. At hearing the sentiment he feels something warm swell in his chest.

"Thanks Mom, I appreciate it. Really."

"I would hope so. Now go join your Dad, he's been waiting patiently." True to her word, there he is situated at the diner table, glaring at Hobie from afar.

No doubt the man was already very concerned as to what Miles was seeing in such a person, but also that Hobie quite literally looked like he was about to jump him. He certainly had the build for it.

Hobie’s appearance wasn't very encouraging either. While Jefferson appreciated a strong display of personal expression, he wasn't so sure that he was as enthusiastic about someone who's personal expression screamed yo let's flip over that car.

In short, Jefferson thought that Hobie looked like trouble, and for his own piece of mind needed to make sure that his son wasn't seeing some sort of radical anarchist.

Where was Miles picking up all of these bad influences anyway? That girl Gwanda had already given him a bad vibe, but Hobie was a whole new level of shady.

"Hi." Miles smiles nervously. Jefferson inhales sharply.

"Look, anytime you'd like clear the air-" the cop is cut off by Rio and Hobie emerging from the kitchen carrying several pots.

"Jeff move your phone so I can put down the stew."

"Can't you just put it over there I'm trying to have a conversation with my-" The deathly look he got from his partner made any protests he had die in his throat.

He could reason with Miles later, but to do that he had to survive dinner first.

Soon, the four were seated comfortably at the table. Hobie next to Miles, Miles next to Jefferson, and Rio at the opposite end.

"Pass the beans, would you Miles?" Miles drops his fork and lifts the dish into his mom's reach. Meanwhile at the other end of the table, Jefferson clears his throat.

"So, Hobie," He addresses the teen. "How are..."

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Aurelio: Damn, I can’t… keep up with you… these days. Phoenix: C’mon, I’m going easy on you. Aurelio: I gotta… I gotta stop. Phoenix: Almost done, I promise. My building is right there.

Aurelio: What is all this stuff? Phoenix: Kiyoshi has us all on this strict nutrition plan. Easier to have it delivered than to cook it.

Aurelio: So, you’re really doing this, huh? You’re going to climb Mt. Komorebi? Phoenix: I don’t know. I’m just taking it one step at a time. I’m enjoying the training and people. Aurelio: But you haven’t tried an actual rock face yet or anything? Phoenix: Not yet, but we’ll head out there soon. You know it’s not too late to join us if you want to.

Aurelio: No thanks, man. I know my limits. Maybe you should think about yours. Phoenix: What’s that supposed to mean? Aurelio: Nothing, I just think you should stop and think about what you’re doing before it’s too late to back out. Phoenix: What are you talking about? I’m not going to back out. Aurelio: So, you are doing it? What happened to “taking it one step at a time”?

Phoenix: What is this? Why are you grilling me right now? Aurelio: I just think… maybe you shouldn’t push yourself too far. It’s not worth the risk. Phoenix: Why are you so worried? You aren’t the one going up there. I am.

Aurelio: You know why, Phoenix. You can’t just put your headphones on and check out when you’re hanging on the side of a mountain. You’re gonna have to be present and in it. This sport is dangerous enough, but if shit catches up to you and makes you lose focus, you could get really hurt, or worse. Phoenix: Well, if that happens, maybe it’s meant to be. Aurelio: Not helping, man. That shit ain’t funny.

Phoenix: I know. I’m sorry. That’s not what I want, ok? I’m good. I’m just saying… Aurelio: What? Phoenix: Look, I’m not climbing that mountain any time soon. Do you have any idea how long we have to train for that? But when the time comes, I’ll be ready. Aurelio: I hope so.

Phoenix: Fuck, can you just trust me?! You think I didn’t consider all of this already?! Yes, if I have an episode, it will dramatically increase my chances of falling… like, I will definitely fall. I get that. But the first few spots we climb, I’ll be fine if I fall. That aside, when I’m climbing, all I’m thinking about is the route. Completely focused, drowning out everything else, almost better than the headphones do. So no, I’m not worried. And you shouldn’t be either. I’m not going to be reckless, but I really do want to make it to the top of that mountain. The more I think about it, the more I work for it, the more of a possibility it becomes, the more I want it. So yes, I’m doing this.

Aurelio: Okay. I hear you. Phoenix: Good. I hope you can be supportive. Honestly, man, if anything does come up or whatever, I’m not going to just quit. But I will need you in my corner. You’re the only one I can talk to about that shit. Aurelio: Of course. You know I’ll always be here. Phoenix: I know. And so will I. I’m sorry for everything I put you through, but I promise I’m good now. More than good. Aurelio: Okay. Good. I’m happy to hear that, I really am.

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noirvette · 2 years ago

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WE NEVER EXISTED

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After the whole fiasco with Kenny a couple days ago you were nervous about if you had recently done something to annoy him. Kenny hasn’t ever really been this distant to you before, so this whole thing was somewhat surprising to you. You had been really worried over the situation and decided that giving him some space was maybe necessary. He messaged you a couple days ago that shit had hit the fan a couple days ago with Butters and that he was sorry for his recent behavior.

Knowing that it wasn’t you calmed your nerves, in fact it relieved you of your stress almost entirely. Nichole wasn’t exactly trusting of the situation, you knew that, she even mentioned it a few times that she “didn’t feel like Kenny was being exactly truthful” or that she “just has a gut feeling.” and no matter how many times she said “no, I believe you girl.” it didn’t exactly make you feel any better about forgiving Kenny, but she just wanted what was best for you and you knew that too.

Wendy and Bebe seemed hesitant to believe you when you told them that Kenny had some troubles with Butters recently too, but if they had any actual doubts they never mentioned them to you like Nichole did. You weren’t exactly sure if you should be grateful or concerned that they said nothing.

Clyde tagged along a few times with you and the girls while out and you were grateful for him too, because whenever Clyde was around his mood always managed to make the tiniest of worries in your head go away. You don't know how he does it but Clyde (and the girls of course) made the last few days the funnest experience of your life as of now.

What surprised you the most however was that Kyle was distant and almost cold like to you ever since you and the girls went out, he had spent most of his days cooped up in his hotel room working on schedules or practice times. You weren’t sure what was going on with him, but you hadn’t had a chance to ask him how he was doing besides with just one or two texts, which he responded promptly with one word answers. Your time had been spent having fun few days with the girls. You asked Stan about it in passing but all he said was that Kyle was just trying to keep the band busy. You didn’t entirely believe him but without proof and with how limited Kyle was in talking to you, you had no choice but to believe him.

Stan had honestly been a rock in your life as of late, if it wasn’t for him, you don’t know how you’d have been able to manage the reality of the stalker. It had been nice to have a distraction from the girls with going out and having fun, but that was a distraction, the weight of the situation still sat heavy in the back of your mind every time you came back to your hotel room and Stan knew what you had been feeling, having experienced at least some of the weight of what having a stalker actually meant because of the night of the last concert. Stan helped make the whole processing of what the fuck the past few days had been easier, honestly you'd think of yourself as going crazy if you had been left to your own devices.

Sighing and waiving the thought of the stalker out of your mind, you look at Nichole and Clyde who are both passed out in their seats next to you. With how bored you were you were rather jealous of them being able to sleep so soundly. If it weren’t for your nerves you probably would be asleep like them, but the prospect of being able to see Kenny again kept you up, the series of small gift bags locked up tight in your suitcase making you giddy as you thought about Kenny’s reaction to them. You bought him a few things, some random streetwear you thought he may like, a new pair of shoes, a mini picture collage of pictures you took of New York for him, and this small duck plush that you thought looked like him.

Maybe it was the nerves finally calming down, maybe it was the lull of the airplane and the fact it was silent, or maybe it was the stress of what you had gone through as of late, but you felt your eyes drop and before you knew it, you were knocked out.

As Kenny waits for you at the airport, he can't help but think about every single lie he’s recently committed and how to make sure he doesn’t get caught up in it.

First lie, being faithful…

Honestly that’s really THE lie, but because of that he’s now been spitballing lies like crazy recently. Like telling Tolkien that Karen needs his help and that he can’t go out when he’s going to meet up with Red for a date, or driving down to Denver to meet Red in some cheap motel and telling Butters he’s going out to visit his brother who thankfully lives in Denver, or like blaming Butters as the reason for his behavior to you and Kyle, who unfortunately won’t stop chewing him out for his actions.

Kyle pisses Kenny off immensely and he doesn’t understand why Kyle won’t hop off his dick when it comes to you. Not to toot his own horn in any way but Kenny thinks of himself as a pretty good boyfriend, recent behaviors aside, but besides that he’s already cut ties off with Red so he won’t have to worry about that. And Kyle just won’t let up and Kenny’s about had it with Kyle and his freaky obsession with you. Honestly he has half a mind to tell you all about Kyle’s behavior, which ranges from asking about you whenever Kenny and you are out on a date, to this, chewing him out as if Kyle’s the one dating you. Not to mention high school Kyle…. Kenny clicks his tongue in annoyance.

The thought of Kyle and you dating sours Kenny’s mood and he catches himself debating the pros and cons of shit talking about Kyle to you. It certainly would cause tension between the band.. But is that all so bad? If the band breaks up then you’d be able to spend time with him! Here in South Park! But by doing that Kenny’ll lose his best friends in the process. Deciding against it for the betterment of the group he realizes you and the others are calling out to him and heading his way.

“Kenny!!” You exclaim, running towards him and pulling him into a hug as you pepper his face in kisses.

Kenny wraps his arms around your waist pulling you up and spins you around, kissing you deeply in response.

You hear a series of groans of irritation from everyone and a “Stop the PDA bozos!” from Clyde, but you could care less, you haven’t seen your boyfriend for a near month now and Kenny flips them off, while still kissing you. When he finally pulls away to breathe, he immediately presses a few more kisses to your temple and sets you down, but still holds you against him in a hug.

“Hi baby,” Kenny whispers, his eyes are pricked with tears at the fact he gets to see you face to face again, “you’ve been away too long.”

“Yeah, I have.” you whisper back, putting your head on his shoulders, he sways with you in his arms and after a few seconds you hear Kyle cough, “Sorry to break up your guys’ reunion but I’ve got our bags..” he trails off, clearly uncomfortable at witnessing the PDA from you two. Kenny breathes out in annoyance and hesitantly lets you go.

“Thanks Kyle, is mine on the top like I asked?” You ask, walking over towards the cart of luggage, Kyle hums a low “mmhmm” in response and grabs your suitcase, setting it down gently for you. At this point most of the band and co have started walking off, ready to get going and finally get back to their apartments.

Setting it down you open it slightly, allowing for you to grab the small gift bags you got for Kenny, you close up your suitcase and place it back on the cart, before walking over to Kenny with the gift bags, “Your gifts, Ken,” you hand them over to him, his face tinged red with embarrassment, “I hope you like them.”

He kisses the crown of your head, “I’m sure I will.”

Just as you two were about to kiss once more, Clyde cuts you two off, disgust laced in his words, “Again! Seriously? I wanna go home already!”

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Prev: One,two, three. This is fanfic for the book Ocean’s Echo, containing my own OCs.

Davi had thought that the discomfort of being away from your reader had been exaggerated. He’d never had any issues when he was in the mess hall or the gym while Saelin stayed in their quarters, or vice versa.

But now he was realising the truth: since the sync, they’d simply never been on a ship large enough to really hit their limits.

Their ship had finished its patrol, and was temporarily docked at a space station. So naturally, as soon as their shift was over and they were on rec time Saelin had made a beeline for the opposite side of it. As far away from the ship and their quarters as he could get. And Guidance lights, it felt like someone had pulled out one of Davi’s internal organs and stretched it like an elastic band across the station.

Davi tried to tough it out, but even lying on his bunk he couldn’t focus on the book-cube he was trying to read. Or on any of the training modules, or on the latest pulpy fiction vids the ship’s library had to offer. He couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that a part of himself was not here, was over in the station somewhere wandering around, aching and pulling and tearing.

After half an hour, he rolled out of bed with an uncoordinated stagger, threw on one of his civvie shirts, and limped out into the hallway and towards the docking bay.

The station wasn’t exactly touristy; at least, not the part of it where Saelin had apparently decided to go. Potted plants with heavy waxy leaves lined the thoroughfare, and people wandered in and out of the shopfronts.

Davi’s head pounded from the strain of reaching out in his reader’s direction and touching nothing. For a little while, as he walked, he could feel Saelin getting closer, feel the aching wrongness easing. Then it stopped improving, and stabilised, the invisible elastic band remaining at the same length no matter how far Davi walked along the unfamiliar streets of the station.

Then it started to get worse again.

Eventually he stopped, breathing hard, spots in his vision. Anger made him hiss under his breath. How is Saelin doing this? He’s a pudgy civilian, he skips out on gym sessions whenever I let him! No way he can walk faster than me while putting up with this!

This was ridiculous. If they’d been closer - if his head hadn’t hurt so damn much - Davi would have written him. Ignoring the station citizens giving him strange looks where he stood in the middle of the thoroughfare, he lifted his wristband and keyed in a message.

Agent Thirty two, stay right the fuck where you are. That’s an order.

A few moments later, it pinged with an acknowledgement. No words. It must have been Davi’s imagination that tinged the bland computerised noise with resentment.

When he caught up with Saelin, the reader was sitting at a table outside a faintly grubby little cafe, with one of the waitstaff eyeballing him distrustfully.

Davi dropped into the seat opposite him.

“There is something wrong with you,” he said without preamble. “I know you felt that too. You’re happy to hurt yourself as long as you get to cause me pain at the same time, is that it? Or is hurting yourself the point?”

Saelin sat back in the seat and crossed his arms. He looked sloppy in his undershirt and uniform pants. “I asked. You said I could leave the ship.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to hike out into the fucking middle of nowhere!” Davi hissed. “I thought you just wanted to get, I don’t know. A coffee at one of the port bars. Pick up something at a shop and come back.”

He should have known that wasn’t the case, he realised, kicking himself internally. Saelin didn’t have any money. It had been irresponsible of Davi anyway, even if that was all Saelin had wanted to do. He wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking to say yes.

Saelin shrugged. His glasses reflected the grimy station lights, so that Davi couldn’t quite see his eyes behind them. “So confine me to quarters from now on. I’ll comply; I don’t have a choice.”

“Do you want me to do that?”

“And when,” Saelin said, “Has it ever mattered to anybody, least of all you, what I want?”

Davi wondered what had changed.

Things had been, well, uncomfortable for weeks. Davi’s first impulse - to act as he would with any other ranker or subordinate he spent a great deal of time with, casual and all right, yes, friendly while still maintaining a sense of authority - had obviously backfired. But at least it had been something to fill the space. Now there was just… a wordless resentful submission to everything Davi said or did or expressed. When they sank deep into the sync, for tricky navigation around the curlicues and eddies of chaotic space, Davi felt like he came out with a residue of dislike and contempt on his mind. It wasn’t what Davi had been aiming for but he understood why Saelin responded like that; what choice did he have?

But this, this was weird.

Davi leaned forward and stabbed a finger at the table. “If you want to get me to write you, this is the way to do it,” he said bluntly, and was satisfied to see the reader flinch. “I don’t give a damn what I promised. I know you hate it. But this here is point-blank unacceptable, and I’m being nice by even making this a conversation. So you can cut the fucking attitude, all right? It’s like you’re daring me to write you. Which is why I’m asking you, do you want to be confined to the ship? Do you want more write-commands?”

Saelin hunched his shoulders and stared at his lap. “No,” he said. “No, I don’t want that.”

Davi felt like a bully. Trouble was, he was still angry; a tension headache still pulsed behind his eyes.

“What are you doing out here?” he settled for asking. “Why this? Are you trying to show me that the sync can hurt me, too? I already knew that.”

“No,” Saelin said. Unwillingness radiated from him. “No, not at all. At first I just wanted to see for myself what our range was. And then…” He lifted a hand, pushed the glasses up and aside so he could rub his face. The sync bled vulnerability, all of a sudden. “Please,” he said. “I needed it. I know it hurts. And I know I’ve - I’ve been hostile. But I wasn’t doing it because it hurts you.”

Davi felt his eyebrows lifting. Progress.

“So hurting yourself is the point?”

Saelin frowned, but didn’t immediately deny it.

Davi sighed, propping his head up on his hand. “You need to see a head-doctor,” he said. “Or, I don’t know, get a subscription to a kinky magazine.”

Saelin’s mouth twisted in distaste. He didn’t engage with either comment. “What I needed,” he said, “Was… distance. To be as far away from the sync and you as it’s possible for me to be, ever again. And once I had it, it hurt but I couldn’t leave it alone.”

Davi allowed himself to think about it, for the first time in long uncomfortable weeks.

This was forever. Davi knew people didn’t survive having a sync severed. The two of them were stuck with each other until death. The person across the table from him now would be within a couple of city blocks of him forever.

He wondered if it was better or worse to have had no choice in it. Because right now, Davi felt like the most stupid person in the world for agreeing to this of his own free will.

Across the table, mind close enough to touch, the reader sighed. He was examining the peeling trim of the table with intense focus. The next sentences were clipped. “I’m sorry. That I hurt you.”

That had the ring of a genuine apology, to Davi’s surprise.

“I think,” he said slowly, “I understand.”

“Please don’t… confine me to quarters, or to the ship,” Saelin said. “I won’t go this far again. I won’t play games. I’ll come back when you call. But, please, if I can get out into the real world every now and then…”

Davi felt his brows come together in a frown at the notion that the ship, and the Division, and the military didn’t count as ‘the real world’. What do you think of as the real world?

But he’d flubbed the last real attempt to forge a working relationship with this person. And he found that the alternative prospects - maintaining authority over Saelin with never-ending threats and write-commands and short leashes - was both exhausting and distasteful.

“No promises,” he said. “I don’t think I should make you any more… promises or deals. You’ll have to ask me if you want to leave, and tell me where you’ll be going, and I might need to write you truthful sometimes to do my due diligence.”

Saelin cocked his head, feeling out cautiously along the sync. “But?”

“Ask me next rec period,” Davi said aloud, but pulsed yes. Conditional, but yes, across the corridor between their minds. Saelin acknowledged it with a pulse of his own.

And that would have to be good enough for now.

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aren't we just terrified?

vampire!steve harrington multiship • 3/? • 7703 words "This girl must have muscles of solid iron, because no matter how hard Jonathan tugs at her, she refuses to budge. It’s awful. Steve is screaming these horrific, wailing cries like a hit cat on the side of the road, inches away from death and yet unable to die. They only grow worse by the second and Nancy is crying and Steve is bleeding everywhere and Jonathan, he- he knows what he has to do. (There are vampires in Hawkins. Go fucking figure.)”

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“Okay, um… beartraps.”

“Check.”

“Gasoline. And matches, too.”

“Check on both.”

“Stakes?” At Jonathan’s pained look, Nancy sighs, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she rifles around, elbow-deep, in their box of supplies. “I know it sounds crazy, Jonathan, but the superstition had to start somewhere, right? We’ll just… be testing it.”

“Can’t go wrong with a- um, pointy thing,” he says, clearly trying to get on board even if it’s clear he doesn’t share the same thought. He gives it another look, sighs, and then, “Okay, what’s next?”

“Gun?”

“Check.”

“Silver knife?”

“Check.”

“Um, rational plan? Oops, looks like you guys are fresh out, guess it’s back to the drawing board.” Nancy heaves out a sigh, closing her eyes. She loves Steve; she does, she really does, but of all the times she likes to hear his voice, this is not one of them. Nancy opens her eyes and looks at him, lips pursing. He must not appreciate what thin ice he’s on right now because he throws his hands up and groans, like somehow, he’s the one suffering idiocy here. “C’mon, Nance, seriously? You’re not seriously doing this.”

She raises her eyebrows, bewildered. “What, just because you told me to? Really?”

“Don’t turn this into a feminism thing because honestly, I don’t think Jonathan should go either.” The mention of the other boy makes Steve visibly uncomfortable, and it takes all of Nancy’s self-control not to start massaging the budding headache between her eyes. She’s kind of at her limit with stupid teenage boy drama today.

“Look, you said you wanted to make it up to us, right?” she asks. Steve hesitates, but after a moment, he nods. “Then stop talking. Okay? Nobody’s making you stay here. Just… go back upstairs.”

“And let my- let you go out and get yourself killed in my backyard trying to find Barb’s killer who may or may not just happen to be a supernatural creature?” he demands.

It’s the wrong thing to say. Irritation spikes, and Nancy glares at him. “We saw what we saw, Steve.”

His shoulders fall, and he’s practically mumbling it when he says, “Doesn’t mean you have to be the one to go out there.” And then, louder, “The police are already on it. If there’s anything like- hell, Nancy, like vampires involved, what can we do that they can’t?”

When Nancy is alone, with no one else but her own thoughts to keep her company, she thinks about Steve. About Steve, yes, but more often, about Steve, and who he is. Because as much as he hates going along the path his dad has laid out for him, it would still be preferable to this life of mediocrity he seems to have resigned himself to. He’s the kind of person who’s perfectly happy to stick his head in the sand and take life right down the center. Nancy hates the idea of spending the rest of her life being a housewife with a husband and kids to spend her days looking after, but that’s exactly the kind of thing that she just knows Steve spends his free time daydreaming about.

It’s out of love that she thinks this. Steve will never be a remarkable person not because he doesn’t have the ability to, but because he simply doesn’t want to. And she shouldn’t be surprised that he’s the one trying to convince her to just keep her head down and let everyone else handle things, regardless of how her sense of justice rebels against it, but it’s still disappointing all the same.

Jonathan’s toe nudges against hers, and though she doesn’t look at him, she nudges him back. So far, he’s the only one who hasn’t tried to convince her out of doing what she thinks is right. Not yet, at least.

“Well, we can at least try to go find who killed her, instead of acting like she’s the kind of person to just run away,” Nancy snaps. She shoots to her feet abruptly, crossing her arms. Jonathan is all gangly limbs when he stands up as well, looking between them warily. “You can stay here, if you’re really fine just doing that. But I’m not.”

Steve sighs out a breath, looking frustrated. “I’m not trying to fight with you, I just want you to think about this. Can’t we just sit down and talk about this?”

“I’m going,” she says. “And that’s final. Are you coming or not?”

He stammers for a second, trying and failing to figure out what to say, but Nancy doesn’t sweep in and speak his words for him like she normally might. He looks at her, forlorn, and if he hadn’t done what he’d done today, maybe she’d feel bad. But Steve’s been making a royal ass of himself this afternoon, and she’s starting to become tired of hearing his voice right now.

“You can stay,” Jonathan says, ever the peacemaker. Usually. “I wouldn’t let anything hurt her.”

“Yeah, not worried about that,” Steve mutters, looking at Jonathan’s bloodied knuckles. Nancy sees him flush and tuck his hand behind his leg. “...you’re going along with this, too?”

Jonathan nods. “I believe her. And Will. If they say they saw something, then… And I mean, if this thing is putting people in danger, then why wouldn’t I?”

“Because this ‘thing’ is also putting you in danger,” Steve says, aggrieved. He rubs his hands along his face, and Nancy taps her foot, impatient. They’re losing daylight, and as ready as she is to face this monster, she’d rather not have to do it in the actual dark. Especially if the rumors are true and the dark makes it stronger.

“Steve,” she bites out. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes, Nancy! Jesus, yes, I’m coming with you!”

Something vaguely like annoyance starts to bubble up at his answer and the idea of having to endure his nagging for the foreseeable future, but she takes a breath and tries to let her irritation go. It’ll help to have an extra body, she tells herself.

She takes the gun, because toying with the pistol during her time with Jonathan made it clear that she’s the better shot out of the two of them. Steve makes better use of the bat than she ever could, and as Jonathan hikes their backpack laden with supplies over his shoulder, he slips a sheathed hunting knife into his sleeve—simple, unassuming, but even with a gun and a nail bat, Nancy thinks that he makes the most intimidating figure amongst the three of them. It’s one thing to be capable of violence, but an entirely other thing to be willing to enact it, and she has no doubt that Jonathan has both the capability and the drive.

It’s comforting, oddly. And, also, kind of cool.

The Harrington woods have been blocked off already. Sure, Hopper honored his promise and sent a deputy down, but clearly, investigating the woods is not high on his list of priorities right now. Said deputy is currently napping in his car, and Nancy scoffs as they pass him. She figured they’d at least have to sneak a little bit, but Hawkins Police must be even more pathetic than she’d assumed. It only weakens her diminishing faith in their ability to find Barb’s killer, and strengthens her resolve to find the monster herself.

And, in a little way, it increases her irritation with Steve and his argument in favor of ‘letting them handle it’. To his credit, he looks properly cowed when they pass the patrol car, wincing. Nancy raises an eyebrow at him as if to say, see what I mean? She doesn’t look to see his reaction, choosing instead to trace the path that she and Steve had followed a week ago. She’ll let go of her grudge later, but it’s still too fresh for her to forgive him yet.

“This is where you guys saw her?” Jonathan asks quietly, breaking their tense silence.

“It was further up,” Nancy tells him, squinting at the path. “Maybe about ten minutes down. I’m not sure, it was pretty dark.”

“There’d probably be police tape around it, right? Seems like a good place to start searching.”

If Steve thinks it’s a bad idea, he, thankfully, keeps it to himself this time.

A few more minutes pass of renewed silence, but Nancy is too focused on her mission to break it. She can see the flash of yellow tape just ahead of them; the sight sends a shiver down her spine and puts her on guard. If the monster is still in these woods, then they’re getting dangerously close to the scene of its most recent murder. Killers often revisit the scene of the crime, after all.

“It’s up here,” Steve murmurs, more for Jonathan’s benefit than anything. This very forest has starred in so many of her nightmares that there’s no way she can forget it.

“Do we have a plan?” Jonathan asks. He’s fidgeting with the knife in his sleeve, tense.

“We’re just investigating.” She's headstrong, but she’s not stupid. The weapons are for self-defense, and self-defense only. “If we find any evidence that it was here, we take pictures and we get the hell out.”

“What are we looking for, exactly?”

Nancy sucks in a breath as she comes to a stop, glancing down at the forest floor beneath them. There are still blood stains from where Barb’s body lay, and a fly or two buzz about, undoubtedly feasting on any gore left behind. The pine needles are strewn and thrown about, dyed dark red, and there are deep wedges dug into the dirt where maybe someone’s feet had been. There’s a clump of hair hanging from a nearby branch—it makes her sick to look at.

“Evidence,” she says, a little hollowly. “Of a struggle.”

They don’t speak much as they search, and Nancy is grateful for it. Splitting up makes it easy to hide her red eyes, and if she sniffles a little, it’s not like anyone is close enough to hear it. Steve keeps shooting her looks; Jonathan’s eyes are on her back, but she ignores them. Once they catch this monster, she’ll let herself grieve. But until then, she can’t waste any time crying. Barb’s death must be avenged.

As time passes, the scale starts to tip in her favor and away from the boys. They find boot tracks around the area, and more splatters of blood, and a series of broken tree branches that make a clear but unreachable path further up into the upper reaches of the forest. Jonathan’s camera snaps and catches pictures, every click blurring together until it’s all background noise. She was right; there was a lot of evidence that the police skipped over. Normally, she’d feel smug about it, but all she feels is cold and resentful.

Steve’s sniffling catches her attention. She looks at him, only a few feet away from herself, and sees him wiping furiously at his nose. He isn’t crying, just frowning, and when he pulls his hand away, she sees bright red spots of blood on his fingertips.

He realizes she’s staring, and he shrugs, wiping the blood off on his jeans. “It’s the cold air, I think. It doesn’t hurt.”

That’s a lie. And it’s so like him, to lie about something so insignificant. Her lips quirk a little bit against her will. She reaches into her pocket to pull out a handkerchief to give him, watching as he wipes the continuing blood away from his nose. She steps closer to him, reaching gentle hands up to his face. He’s still looking at her when she pinches his fingers together around the bridge of his nose, putting her other hand at the back of his head to guide him to lean down.

“Hey,” he says, after a moment. Nancy has to lean down a little bit to look him in the eye. He says, earnestly, “I’m sorry. Again. About earlier. I was really being a dick.”

“You were,” she agrees. He snorts out a laugh, and she’s smiling now, rubbing at the back of his neck with her fingers. “Thank you for admitting it, though. And apologizing. You really should be apologizing to Jonathan, though.”

She expects him to get all embarrassed, or awkward, but instead, his smile melts away. He looks up at her, and the way he searches her expression with uncertain eyes immediately has her attention. “...you’d tell me though, right? If I had anything to worry about? Because I keep- I know you said it’s not like that, but I don’t really know if you’d tell me if it was. Y’know?”

Nancy falters. She wants to say that he has nothing to be worried about, that they’re fine, but something tells her she’d be lying if she did. “Steve…”

“I know I should trust you,” he rushes to say. Steve leans up, eyes wide as he steps closer to her. “And I do. I swear, Nance, I trust you with my life. But, just… things have felt kinda weird between us, and I-”

“Steve, Nancy, duck!!”

In a moment of pure instinct, Nancy drops to her knees and drags Steve with her. Something like a gust of air blows hard enough over them that it whips her hair up into a frenzy, blinding her. There’s a thump against the forest floor and a shout. She hears the draw of Jonathan’s knife and looks up, terrified, as something like- like a child lunges at Jonathan with an inhuman snarl.

“What the fuck?” Steve screeches, toppling backwards as Nancy scrambles for her gun. “What the fuck!!”

Child or not, there’s no doubt in her mind that that’s the creature that she and Steve saw. The kid is in a tattered, bloodied hospital gown, and as Nancy sets the sights of her gun on the creature, she wonders how much of that blood was Barb’s. Her finger tightens, the gun kicks back with a deafening pop!! and the creature howls as a bullet buries itself in her leg. She whips around, wild and crazed, and the second her eyes land on Nancy, she knows she fucked up. The kid is moving almost faster than she can see, clawed hands extended as Jonathan shouts and chases after her.

“Steve, come on!” She shoots to her feet, grabbing the lapel of Steve’s jacket and hauling him up to his feet. Her breath fogs in the air, quick and panicked, as they run, the too-light footsteps of the creature just inches behind them. Nancy feels a hand ghost across the back of her jacket, and then- Steve skids to a halt and jerks the bat around, bashing the nails right into the creature’s face. She yowls and falls back, stumbling as the nails dislodge from her skin.

They leave narrow, tiny holes in her flesh, holes that—as Nancy watches, horrified—sizzle and close, smoking in the air. The creature holds a hand to her face as if to feel for the damage, and, finding none, looks at Steve near murderously.

“Back up!” He snarls, holding the bat in front of him like a shield as he stands in front of Nancy. “I’m warning you, freak!”

“Nancy!” Jonathan hollers, catching up to them but not fast enough. “The gun! The gun, Nancy!”

Startled, she picks the pistol up again, setting the sights on the kid. Two more bullets make a home in the girl’s chest, but she doesn’t move, frozen to the spot. Her eyes are wide, and her nose flares, the gentle sound of snuffling reaching Nancy’s ears. The girl is inching closer to Steve, wary and slow, but her eyes are glued to his face.

To the- to the blood.

By the time Nancy realizes it, it’s too late.

The girl is a blur of movement. Nancy blinks, and suddenly she’s latched onto Steve, claws ripping straight through the thick material of his jacket. The bat falls to the ground as he grabs her, grunting, trying to rip her away but the creature is freakishly strong. Nancy drops the gun and suddenly, Jonathan’s at her side, grabbing the back of the girl’s gown and pulling. She doesn’t budge, only bares teeth dripping with saliva and blood, and yanks Steve’s head back.

Her mouth seals around his neck, and she bites.

Nancy will never forget the sound of Steve’s scream.

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chores4days · 5 months ago

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unnoticed ੈ✩‧₊˚ chapt. one

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

summary; in which the girl who's never been noticed by anyone, not even her family, finds herself being noticed by the second son of the bridgerton family-the familly who is the utter opposite of her own.

notes; omg guys i got a chapter finished quickly are you proud!?!?? also i have no idea where im going but i fuck with what i have ( i think ). kind of tried to go for a sophie beckett/penelope featherington vibe at the moment so that should give you some insight to what happens next but yeah tell me what you think please ( begs and pleads ) !! + oh, also after this chapter i think im gonna start looking for a beta reader so let me know if there’s any interest!!

word count; 1082 ( i told you they’d get longer ish >.< )

warnings; i don’t think there are any, maybe some light swearing if anything folks

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despite the spat with your siblings, moreso brother, that afternoon—he never said a word about it after and allowed you to get ready by yourself that evening before the ball. but as nightfall fell closer you were beginning to think more upon your brother's words. perhaps his words came from a good place in what you could only assume was a cold, slightly beating heart. perhaps there was worry that you would end up like your sister who was five and twenty and had no suitors.

or, perhaps it could just be from a place of maliciousness instead of somewhere that was sort of protective. instead of it being somewhere cold and slightly beating, it was just a cold dead heart. however, no matter the reason, you couldn’t come up with any idea as to why he would be more on top of you than your sister—or even as to why he hadn’t married her off yet. you knew from conversations before that he would never be opposed to idea of marrying you off, so why hasn’t he married her off?

“my lady, are you well” you looked up to see your lady’s maid, only looked up at with a small smile. “miss hillner, i’ve already told you that you may call me by my given name when they are not around.” miss hillner only looked at you with smile and waved her hand at you, “yes, yes. miss y/n, i understand. now, what color dress do you fancy tonight?”

you let out another sigh and took a look at your limited options. as much as your brother complains about you not getting married, he doesn’t allow you to go to the modiste as often as you would like to get fitted. “oh, i need something new, miss hilly, but these have all been worn last year. people-lady featherington, will surely notice. or even worse, lady whistledown.”

miss hillner looked at her lady with sympathy, she had been your lady’s maid for years on end. she was there when your parents were still alive and was able to bear witness to how your brother was treating you, to how differently he treated you and your sister. it was impossible to not see if you were there constantly as she was and to see first hand how it would impact y/n was hard, especially when she was the one who had ended up practically raising the poor girl.

an idea suddenly popped into miss hillner’s head, it would most likely wound up with both her and y/n getting into a tiny bit of trouble but she believed all would be well. “i will be right back, my lady.” she said quickly before rushing out the door.

you didn’t get the chance to respond to her before she rushed out, making you look at the door in confusion. you sat down at the edge of your bed as you began to wonder where she went. it couldn’t have been far?

benedict didn’t know exactly how he felt about being at this evening's ball. he was certainly amused by his elder brother's antics as he flourished in his search to find the ‘perfect’ wife this season. and to watch his mama force eloise to socialize with prospective suitors only to see them try to weasel their way out of conversation after only merely five minutes was always an entertaining sight-he didn’t know how to truly feel.

something felt off about the night. he could feel it in his bones that something was coming, that something surely was to happen but he could not put his finger on it. as much as he tried to shake the tense feeling off of himself, it wouldn’t budge and he was forced to sit and lie in wait until that something were to happen.

he took a curious look around the room, watching the people dance and the mama’s speak to one another in the corner as they watched their daughters. he sipped his lemonade as he watched his brothers dance with ladies of the ton. colin danced with a miss penelope featherington, benedict knew her to be eloise’s closest friend.

and anthony danced with.. oh, benedict could not place her name exactly but he believed her to be the eldest sister of the moorenso’s as well as a spinster. as benedict looked closer at his brother’s face, he noticed that a grimace sat making him chuckle.

the dance was over fairly quickly after having noticed, anthony and the moorenso girl nodded to one another before the man began to stomp his way to his brother. anthony grabbed benedicts drink out of his hand roughly, chugging it down without asking. “oh, lord, why could this not have been something stronger?” anthony swore, making benedict laugh.

“oh, is miss mooreso not to be your lawfully wedded?” he teased, anthony glaring at him in response. “it’s moorenso, for one brother. and two..” his entire body shook as he gave his head a shake, no words able to come to mind about his short experience with the spinster. “i’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad of a dance, she seems like a nice enough girl.” benedict tried to defend the girl he didn’t know, as he knew his brother was being picky this season.

“speak to her yourself and you will too understand the pain brother, that moorenso girl is not good one.” anthony sighed before taking another sip of brothers lemonade. benedict rolled his eyes, snatching his lemonade back before speaking, “i’m sure that you are just-who on earth is that?” he cut himself off mid sentance as he caught a glimpse of the girl who had just walked into the ballroom.

the girl walked in alone, looking as nervous as can be. she wore a mauve colored dress that looked as if it did not fit the era, yet it seemed to blend into it nicely. her dress didn’t look like it was sucking her in as much as the other women of the ton, in fact it looked looser than it probably should have on her almost as if the dress weren’t originally made for her. but benedict had decided that no matter who the dress was originally made for-the lady made the dress look more breathtaking than he ever thought were possible.

and in that moment, benedict bridgeton had decided that it had seemed as if, not something but someone had finally happened.

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pearbunny · 8 months ago

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the bucket list ✘ [thirteen.5]

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pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, fluff, angst, comfort, eventual smut.

word count: 2.5k

chapter content: smut; minors do not interact!! multiple orgasms (2), thigh riding, penetrative sex (p in v), no mention of condom, breastplay. cursing, angst.

author's notes: Very short chapter, can be read indepenently from the series and skipping this will not impact your experience if you just don't want to read smut. :)

A heavy sigh leaves your lips when you walk into Jisung’s room, clad in an oversized shirt of his. Most of your things were packed, so naturally he lent you one of his shirts. Jisung is situated on his bed, sitting against the wall, one leg propped up to support his arm as he scrolls through his phone. He tosses his phone right away when he notices you standing in his doorway.

“Hey, come here,” Jisung moves and beckons you over with a hand motion.

You make your way over, dragging your feet in the process. Jisung takes your hand hand helps you into bed, settling next to him sitting up against the wall. You let out another sigh, placing your head against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung squeezes you closer to him, rubbing small circles into your arm with the tip of his finger.

You shrug a shoulder. “Everything.” You look up to him with a sad excuse for a smile on your lips.

Jisung reaches across his lap and places a hand on your thigh, sighing with you this time. “I know. I don’t want you to leave either.”

“What do we do then?” You pause, thinking of absolutely absurd ideas. You laugh at how sad all of it was. “Should we actually get married? Maybe I just don’t go back and wait for the embassy to find me.”

Jisung shakes his head and sits up, causing you to do so as well. He taps on your thigh and easily, you find a seat on his lap. You straddle him, his hands tenderly holding your jaw. “Look at me.”

Your eyes open and you look into his own through the cover of your lashes.

The room is still and quiet, a simple lamp on his desk on the other side of the room casting a dim yellow glow. You’re so close to each other, his breath tickles your face. When you smile, he smiles back at you.

“Forget about everything else, everyone else. It’s just you and me, okay?” Jisung whispers to you. The way he speaks to you is as if truly you were the only ones left in the world. All of it, how close he is to you, the feeling of his breath on your cheek, the rumble and rasp of his voice, it stirs something in you.

“Jisung, I don’t want this day to end.” Your own voice comes out shaky, your body trembling. It’s the desperation manifesting in a physical way.

“Then it won’t,” Jisung lifts his head, straightening his back to press his lips against yours gently. His lips move against yours in a tender kneading motion and respond to him with your own kisses.

His hands travel down your neck, down your back, where he settles at your hips. Jisung’s fingers grip into the fleshy part of your hips, slowly moving you and your core closer to him.

You reposition yourself so that now you’re sitting just on his thigh. Your lips and his haven’t come apart since the last time he spoke, but when you pull apart to toss your hair over your shoulder, Jisung’s eyes open to find yours. On your knees, you’re taller than him in his sitting position. Slowly, you lower your core, only covered in your panties, onto his thigh, gray sweats still on him, a small tent forming at his crotch.

Jisung exhales and it’s shaky, the horrible realization hitting him that you were using his thigh and not his dick to get off. All of that frustration though is tossed away as he observes your face contort in pleasure, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes closed shut while you move your hips back and forth, grinding your heat on his high.

“Hey, hey,” He tsks at you and immediately you know what he wants– needs. You open your eyes and loop your arms around his neck, bracing yourself on your shoulders. The pressure you apply on his thigh increases, dragging yourself on him over and over again. You look down at him and you can see the absolute fulfillment he gets seeing you get yourself off to him. “Good girl,” he coos.

You almost whimper from his words alone.

When your brows knit together, he nods at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, his mouth parted slightly mimicking the way yours has dropped open. “M’hmm, like that? Feel good?” The way his voice is no longer a whisper, low, and gravel-like knots that feeling in your stomach further.

Your breath starts to hitch in your throat, short soft whimpers escaping you as Jisung pressing his thigh up against you. You’re determined, now, and you’re so close.

So close.

You hold your breath as your eyes shut with your head thrown back, feeling a tingly sensation take over your body.

When you open your eyes, Jisung is looking at you with a raise of his brow and a smug smirk.

You avert your eyes away, embarrassed with what you had done. You can’t believe that you basically just rode Jisung’s thigh until you came. The more you think about it, the hotter your face gets, cheeks tinted bright pink in the low glow of the light.

Jisung chuckles at you softly and leans forward and presses a kiss on your cheekbone. His lips place kisses on the tip of your nose, the corner of your lips, then finally your jaw. “Do you realize what you do to me?”

You stay silent and only respond to him by looking at him through your lashes bashfully.

He takes his hands off of your hips and slips them under your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. You purse your lips together, observing Jisung’s face as his eyes roam your body, topless in front of him. He leans forward once more to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

You’re about to say something, but he captures your lips again, leaving you breathless. His lips travel across your jaw in open kisses on your skin. Between his kisses you manage to peel Jisung’s shirt off of him as well, the warmth of his skin on yours sending electrical shocks down your spine. isung buries his head in the crook of your neck, his lips graze the junction where your neck and shoulder meet.

A high pitched shaky moan escapes your parted rosy lips and your hands rest on his shoulders. The reaction entices Jisung to linger longer at that spot, kissing it just before he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your skin. Your mouth drops open, the arousal you feel from the simple action inaudible. Instead, you react to him with a squeeze of your fingers on his shoulders, your arms bringing him closer to you, your legs squeezing around him in need.

As much as Han wants to stay with his head buried in your neck to explore all the sounds he could elicit from you from just that spot, his lips venture down your decolletage. You purse your lips together to suppress the moan that wants to escape you when his mouth engulfs your breast, tongue giving extra attention to the sensitive peak. When his hand kneads your other breast, your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip, brows knit together tightly.

The wetness between your legs is only growing, but so is Jisung’s own arousal. His sweatpants do little to conceal or restrain his hard dick, standing at nearly full attention, aroused by the smell and smoothness of your skin, the errotic sounds coming from your mouth, everything about you was driving Jisung insane.

Gently, you press your hands on his shoulders, pulling away from him. He releases your breast with a pop and when he looks up at you, you can see the confusion on his face. You back yourself off of him, stroking his hardened member through the fabric of his pants. He smiles at you nervously, feeling bashful at how he must look right now, as if you held all the power to make him crumble in your hands. A smirk dances on your lips as you tug at the waistband of his sweats. Jisung complies and lifts his hips and helps you shimmy his pants and boxer briefs off of him.

Jisung nearly becomes a total sputtering mess when your hand takes a grasp at his length, thumb running over his angry red tip, spreading his pre-cum as much as you could. Jisung can do nothing but watch in complete awe when you let your gathered spit spill down to his cock, using it as a lubricant while you start to stroke him up and down with a sense of purpose.

Throwing his head back, it hits the wall he’s propped up against with a loud thud. You stop and loosen your hand around his girth, eyes shooting up to him wide in concern. Jisung winces, sucking air in between his teeth in pain. He opens his eyes and shakes his head at you, laughing at the situation: a small ache at the back of his head, your hand around his dick mid-stroke while you were naked in front of him. You start to laugh with him before you move your hand at the wrist to continue. “You okay?” You ask, just to make sure.

“Yeah, but,” His hand grasps at your wrist, stilling its movements. He grabs your other wrist and gently pulls you up on your knees. You let him guide you closer to him, thighs on either side of his waist now. He leans up and presses a kiss at your jaw. When he speaks, his voice tickles at your neck. “I need to be inside of you, right now.” His words come out as a low growl-like groan and it almost makes your thighs tremble underneath you.

“Please,” Jisung murmurs one last time against the skin of your shoulder. You could feel his tip right at your entrance, twitching in anticipation, your slick teasing him. He needs you. He wants you. Just as you need and want him.

Your fingers find way into his hair when you give him a polite nod, your teeth capturing your bottom lip as you slowly sink down onto him. The stretch you feel is absolutely euphoric; his nails digging into the skin of your hips grounding you back down to earth. You exhale the shaky breath you had been holding as you brace yourself for his length and girth. You moan all the way down while Jisung matches you with a low groan. Once you’ve bottomed out, you wiggle your hips with the intention of hearing a shuddering moan from Jisung, a boost to your ego; but it backfires on you when his dick strokes against a sensitive spot making you shut your eyes tightly in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Jisung curses, resting his forehead on your chest.

You stay there for a moment, giving the both of you some time get used to the feeling. The sounds of heavy panting filling the otherwise silent room.

Jisung applies pressure up against your thighs with his hands, encouraging you to move. You start to set a slow rhythm, simply gliding your pussy up and down on his length. Jisung’s eyes stare at your point of connection, watching as your beautiful pussy engulfs him over and over again. He drags his view up your body, admiring the way that your breasts bounce up and down with your movements. He brings his mouth over a nipple of yours, tongue paying extra attention to the hardened nub.

You sigh in pleasure at the stimulation, leaning into his touch with an arched back. This gives you a deeper angle, the head of Jisung’s cock stroking a certain spot as you continue to grind on him

Jisung starts to leave wet sloppy kisses all around your chest, teeth scraping at skin at random areas. An arm loops around the small of your back as you arch further, supporting you as you place you lean back against your arms now.

You start to gyrate your hips in small circular motions and you know that Jisung enjoys the movement when you see him toss his head back again, this time careful not to bang it against the wall.

Suddenly, he pulls you back up. The speed he does it catches you by surprise and you have to catch yourself, hands placed flat against his muscular chest. His warm hands travel to the round bottoms of your ass, balancing your right above his hard and swollen cock.

You’re positioned to look down at him again, staring down at his handsome brown eyes. You lean down to kiss him, eyes closed and hands holding his jaw lovingly. He kisses you back, a battle for dominance. Right then, Jisung lowers you back onto his cock and snaps his hips up into you, driving himself deeper into you. Your eyes open in shock and your moan is muffled by Jisung’s lips on yours. He pulls away from the kiss and stares up at you with a small smile on his face.

“I wanna see that beautiful face of yours, okay?”

You can do nothing but furrow your brows as he continuously fucks up into you, too focused and entranced in the feeling of the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone. You exhale slowly, doing your best to regain your composure. You nod cautiously at his request, unsure if you’d truly be able to keep your eyes trained on him the whole time.

Jisung watches you intently, reveling in the way your brow twitches, the way your nails dig deeper into his skin of the back of his neck, how your mouth drops open when he snaps his hips just at the moment he bottoms out, rubbing your sweet spot over and over again. He wants to remember the way you look right now: sweat gathering at your forehead, tits bouncing, thighs around him; the sound of your voice: soft moans, heavy panting, how you say his name over and over again the closer you get to your orgasm.

Jisung’s thrusts into you get sloppier as your walls wrap around him tighter. He bites on his lower lip, eyes half lidded just like your own, his desire to watch you reach your climax just as strong as yours is to watch his. The muscles in his arms flex as his hold on your ass becomes deliciously painful.

Loud pants and moans fill his room and the both of you are so damn close.

You brush Jisung’s hair away from his sweaty forehead before giving him one tender kiss to his lips. With foreheads pressed together, Jisung thrusts four more times, each time harder than the last and finally, you come undone together.

It takes a while for you to catch your breaths, but you’re content with resting against his bare chest and his arms around you, his fingers tracing lazy shapes on your back in a soothing manner. You listen to the beating of his heart as it slows down as he evens his breathing.

Finally, you look up to Jisung and do your best to hide the tears that beg to fall. “Don’t forget me, okay?”

Jisung shakes his head in disbelief. “Never.”

ending author's notes: just a really quick in between chapter. I couldn't let these two go without one last intimate moment. I'll see you for our final chapter. :) take care of yourselves!

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voidcat · 3 years ago

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– a case of bad luck

6. I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo (what the hell am I doing here?)

m.list ; prev ; next ; wc: 1.1k

warning for mentions of stalking, breaking in

a/n: this one is a relatively shorter so far, apologies. partially because the next one will be a lot longer (this one serves as a build up) and partially bc I didn’t feel like writing this filler type djfjfj (also im v tired tysm uni</3) also what do we thinking about lyrics for titles

“You look like shit.”

Maybe that’s not the best way to greet yourself in the morning.

Alright, try again, you don’t have to say anything really.

Facing yourself in the mirror gets tiring each day as you realize. Quicker you catch your gaze in the reflecting surfaces but harder it becomes to get the familiar feeling one should have. So much so, to the point of stopping in the middle of the street and staring at the windows of a store you’re passing by.

Whoever this is before your eyes, is not you.

Mouth in a thin line, eyes looking back empty, and an expression so blank, you cannot label it as anything. Is this how people see you on the daily? Is this how you’re perceived?-

A bump from behind, on the right, and it’s a random passerby that pulls you out and reminds you where you are again.

You need to maintain a better focus next time.

Trying to push the thoughts away, you keep on walking until your feet reach the familiar ground of the school. Look around to see the familiar faces of those you don’t know, the same classes, the same boring hours. You don’t have eye bags or dark circles as you feared but you sure feel their weight. You’d like to think you’re doing a pretty good job at hiding your grumpy attitude from your friends but you can tell they are one second away from calling you out on it.

The same day comes, the same day ends.

Nothing happened today. Or the day before that, or the day before that.

Another day of Dazai deciding to take pity on you after school, you begin to walk, ignoring the others choosing a café to check out for the afternoon, you know your time is limited.

If only you could sleep a little…

Yet fate has other plans. And it includes not giving you your fair share of the “ask and you shall receive.” policy.

By the time the sky has darkened, you’re already in bed, side by side with your cat.

An hour of lying without an ounce of sleep in your system.

Another hour, your eyes have grown accustomed to being open for so long, you cannot close them.

Another hour and a feeling creeps up behind your back. You try to shake it off and ignore, there is no reason for your suspicion to come true after all.

Yet you lie still, frozen in the same position you’ve been in the last five minutes. Cracking open your eyes barely, you survey the surroundings to put a name, a face to the cause of the noise.

Nothing.

Then pain, in the middle of your forearm. You should’ve trimmed your cat’s nails when you had the chance last week.

Her sudden will to leave is all the confirmation you need– though the hiss she makes in the middle of the room helps your case too.

It’s the same ringing inside your head whenever Dazai is around, creeping around. The same fotsteps with carefully applied pressure. Shuffling of papers and you can tell he stands in front of the desk, going through the pile of homework you’ve left for the last minute. The fresh closed shut sound of coated paper and you know he has shifted to the righter side now, flipping the pages of a graphic novel you left there for the night.

The sounds muffle for a while and you know he is by the middle of the room now, the carpet playing for his side.

Then his steps come to a halt. Is he looking around?

Holding your breath and doing your best not to clutch at your cover too tightly, in case you pull it slightly, you wait.

The throbbing of your heart is louder than drums in your ears.

The two of you wait in a drowning silence that feels like forever.

Showing up uninvited into your life is one thing, to introduce himself as if he knows to your friends, misleading them into thinking there could be something between the two of you is one thing. It is maddening, and more than once it makes you want to punch the life out of this man, if you were confident in striking a good one and getting away with it afterwards.

But this… this, is beyond creepy. Somehow getting a hold of your schedule looks so innocent now, you cannot even muster a ‘why’.

The door is locked, the windows are closed- and even if they weren’t, he sure couldn’t have climbed that well, you would have heard it if he found a way in–

Hell, you should’ve heard him walk in.

It feels a mockery that he even stands there, walks around and goes through your things; like he knows the place, like he knows you, like he has gained a semblance of respect, let alone your trust.

There is no need to hold your breath, you doubt you could breathe in even if you wanted. Frozen in bed, with no view of him, no idea whatsoever what he is doing or which expression he is wearing, you wait in dread. Too stiff, heartbeat too loud, the same several thoughts run inside your head over and over again, like a broken record.

–Ah, what a way to describe yourself in that very moment.

A sudden flash of lights pass by the building and enter through the window, disrupting the frozen state of time, bursting up that bottle, letting time flow once again, as intended.

Now that the air has been broken, you can tell– or hope that you do, because gods forbid you get ahold of yourself and start assuming that you can analyze this man; that he stands there for another minute, is he done with the items around that he now moves onto observing you instead?

Wouldn’t the objects scattered around provide a better glimpse, though they are only seconder to you as a living being, they carry parts to you, an essence of you, forever in them? Lttle displays of what you like and not, how you write, are the curves in your letters aggressive? Do you add emty dots or filled ones to your i’s? what genre of media you prefer, what would this say about your subconsciousness, your desires, your curiosities?

Maybe it’s better that you do not have a clear view of him like this. What if he stood in front of your case, waiting to see your eyes stay closed just a little too tight, too firm for you to be asleep, unknowning?

Then you hear faint footsteps, leaving.

Just- what the hell was this?

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chaeiimimi · 4 years ago

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06 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can’t handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

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“you know I was joking when I called you shittykawa right?” Iwaizumi asks his bestfriend who was now in his house at 1 A.M having drinks

the ex-captain merely nodded

“then why did you act like an actual piece of shit?” Iwaizumi was trying hard, he really was trying hard to understand why the hell his bestfriend would say such a thing

“I don’t know okay? I was so nervous and- and she sounded like she didn’t want me back - I was afraid Iwa-chan!” he says groggily the alcohol finally taking a toll on him

“so you told her, you’re gonna leave them alone after two months, is your brain made out of shit too? are you out of your mind Tooru?”

Oikawa flinched at hearing his first name from his bestfriend

“I know it’s selfish, but I just want to be happy, even for just a little while, I think they’ll be better off without me, my life-my life is crazy Iwa, you know that more than anyone else, do you think they’ll be happy if they were with me? do you think their lives would be peaceful as it is now if I will let them live with me? I can’t let them live the life I’m living now” he sounded so torn and frustrated he doesn’t know what to do

“I’m not good enough for them Iwa, I’m not good enough for her”

“Is this about the death threats?”

Oikawa looks at his bestfriend, eyes wide open with beads of tears forming at the side

“how did you-”

“your coach told me” Iwa says and takes another sip of his beer

“I never asked for this, I just wanted to play volleyball” Oikawa says meekly and gulps down his beer

“I thought your fans were crazy back in high school, they’re even crazier now huh?” Iwaizumi said in attempt to lighten the heavy mood

Oikawa opened another beer and downed it

“Are you happy with your decision?” Iwaizumi asks his bestfriend

the setter shook his head “I wanna be good enough for them, for her”

the former ace’s lips slightly upturned

“you really are a crappy guy are you? maybe you should start with stopping yourself from drinking beer and start attending your therapy sessions again”

Oikawa looks at his bestfriend, feeling lucky to have found an amazing companion

Iwaizumi hoisted him up and supported him in going to the guest room

“hey Iwa-chan”

the ace looks at his bestfriend, his left eyebrow arched

“thank you” he says sincerely

Iwaizumi avoided his eyes “tsk why are you thanking me shittykawa? It’s pretty obvious you’re gonna end up with each other, one way or another”

Oikawa woke up at the sound of his phone violently ringing on the bedside table, he had the worst headache he had in years, his mouth was dry beyond belief, and his body ached all over

he picked up his phone not bothering to look at the caller

he answered with a groggy “hello”

“hey Oikawa”

his body jolted up with the sound of your voice, you sounded... sick?

“hey, did you miss me already~” despite his head-splitting headache, he still managed to say something sly, he was Oikawa Tooru after all

he could practically feel your eyes roll at the other side of the phone

“I uhh kinda need your help, If you‘re not busy today that is’ you said in between coughs

Oikawa arched his left eyebrow, it was pretty rare for you to ask for help, knowing fully well how independent you were

“no, I’m not busy today” he says getting up from his bed and making his way towards Iwaizumi’s kitchen to get some ice cold water

“great, can you look after the twins for me? I’m kind of sick right now and I don’t want my sons to catch my cold” your voice was croaky and it was very obvious that you were sick

“our” he says and taking a sip of ice cold water

“what?” you asked confused on the other line

“our sons” he says seriously which caught you off-guard

there was a long silence between the both of you when he cut it off

“I’ll be there in 30″ he says

you mutter a small “thanks” and ended the call

Iwaizumi entered the kitchen with his trainer uniform on

“why are you smiling like a creep crappykawa?” the ace asks and gets himself some water

“today is a good day Iwa-chan”

in less than 30 minutes, Oikawa was able to, aid his heavy hangover, beat the record for the world’s fastest shower, and got away from exceeding speed limit because it was 7AM in the morning

despite lacking about three hours of sleep, he was full of energy

he rang the doorbell thrice and was greeted by a very flushed face you, with a cooling pad sticking on your forehead, wearing a very over sized fuzzy hoodie which was a dress on you and a pair of mickey mouse patterned pajamas

he smiled at how cute you were despite being horribly sick

“It’s cold, you should probably go inside” he says and ushers you inside

you sat on the couch while he made his way to the kitchen

“have you eaten yet?” he asks and you shook your head staring at a distance

“alright I’ll cook you some porridge”

“you know how to cook now?”

“apparently, living alone teaches you a couple of things” he says as he washes a pot

“I only asked you to take care of Haruto and Hayato” you said in as a matter of fact tone

but he just shrugged and smiled at you “It’s part of the package bubs”

if you were only flushed earlier you were as sure hell riper than a tomato now

silence engulfed the both of you, you weren’t facing him so you could only hear the sound of kitchen utensils

“Himari will get mad if she hears about this” you said out of the blue

“Oh don’t worry about her, she’s not my girlfriend, besides, I already have someone I like”

you swallowed thickly, a little sting making it’s way to your heart

“that’s good for you then” you said trying to mask the bitterness in your voice

“trust me, it’s even better for you” he says with a light chuckle which made you confuse

I apologize for this short update, I just finished four exams and my brain is all mush hehe, I hope y’all liked this chapter. Reblogs and Comments are very appreciated and just comment, dm or ask me if you guys want to be tagged on future chapter updates. Stay safe babes<3

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gralunaisland · 3 years ago

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yeah that subsection of pros always felt off to me. There's also a popular colourist (also an adult) that stalked an account they were blocked by on twitter to bitch and make fun of how said account didn't believe gruvia fell under the enemies to lovers trope. That teacher the prev anon mentioned defended the colourist by using her age old 'excuse' about how the internet is a public space and that what you post is free to be viewed & commented on in ways you like or dislike. (1/2)

Short Rant About Childish Behavior in Arguments and Hypocrisy

I combined your two asks so it’s easier to respond!

(Side question, I’ve noticed a few of my askers send their ask in 2 parts, and I’m wondering if I somehow have a limit imposed on how long my asks can be, because I’ve sent a pretty long ask to another blog and it let me do it all in one go. Idk if limits for asks is even a thing. If anyone knows what the issue is, because I checked my settings and I don’t see what’s wrong, please do drop a comment/ask! Thanks!)

Honestly, it's just really saddening, that there are so many grown adults who feel justified with harassing people online. I don't think they realize (or choose to ignore) just how many people have committed s*icide because of cyber bullying. It's a real problem, and these types of people are the ones creating it.

First of all, I suppose it's not too surprising this bully of a person would stalk someone who even actively tried to distance themself from them by blocking the bully because that's exactly what their lord and savior juvia lockser would do.

(Remember, y'all, not all Pros are like this, I'd bet most of them aren't, but there really is a subsection of them that act exactly like her).

It really makes me mad that the bullied person was just giving their opinion, a very valid opinion, on what trope they think gr///via is not, and this colorist decided that was fair grounds to mock them and insult them. Again, she's a FICTIONAL CHARACTER! Thinking someone's harmless opinions on a piece of fiction is wrong is negative grounds to mock and insult someone.

Honestly, what's wrong with people nowadays?? I've tried to have calm discussions with people online on things that we disagree over, not even just about gr///via, and more often than not, even if it starts out respectful, it devolves into them making all these assumptions about me and insulting me to high heaven. Even when I call them out on it, and question them by asking, "Do you honestly feel good about yourself for using ad hominem? (which is a fallacy where one attacks you as a person instead of the argument.) Do you feel mature by insulting someone and attacking them just over a disagreement?", and they always seem to say "You don't deserve my respect because you're an idiot" or "a bigoted troglodyte" (that one was new) etc. etc.

These types of people just don't care that about the effect of their words. And the fact they can't see that they only make themselves look like "idiots" or "bigoted troglodytes" or just people who don't have any good arguments is seriously concerning. No matter if someone has a wrong opinion, the moment you insult them is the moment you lose.

Which is worse, being wrong or being a nasty, childish human being? (Imma say the latter every time).

Enough about that rant, back to what you said, Anon.

Hoo boy is this alleged Pro gr///via teacher just continuing to be a grade A disappointment. You're right to put "excuse" in parentheses, because saying "it's a public space" is never a valid reason to be mean to someone. Sure, you have the right to say whatever you want, but that doesn't make you a good or decent human being who should feel proud of themselves. Besides, these are the same people who tell Anti's we have no right to speak about why we don't like gr///via and who mock the existence of Anti blogs like myself on a regular basis, so they're most definitely hypocritical.

Speaking of hypocritical, your second ask shows just how ridiculous some of these people are. I saw a post with that scene where Gray hands Lucy his coat to cover her up, and some Pros continue to be delusional to pretend that GraLu has no chemistry or potential.

They're honestly probably just threatened that there's someone out there that just works better with and is better for Gray and so lash out at GraLu shippers to try and make themselves feel assured that they're the ones in the right. If Pros were really confident and content and happy with their own ship, they wouldn't care that other people ship something that they don't agree with. Shipping is a personal preference thing anyway. But nooo, if anyone dares to suggest that Gray might like someone other than their disgusting queen juvia, they must be publicly shamed until they never step out of line again.

Really, I don't think there's anything wrong with taking almost any scene as a scene that supports their ship for themselves (if it's not something morally abhorrent like p*dophilia or the like of course) if they know the reality of their ship. "Ship moments" shouldn't only describe canonically and intentionally endgame romantic moments between characters; it could be anything, from merely talking to each other, the tone when they do, the facial expressions when they look or speak to or about the other, even when they're just standing next to each other in a scene or a cover image-- it could be anything!

Shippers can headcanon whatever they want, and they can even show other people these scenes and remark on the cuteness or the chemistry of their ship. Pros who want to bash the daydreams of GraLu shippers (or shippers who ship Gray with ANYONE besides juvia) clearly don't trust the chemistry (*cough* the absolute lack thereof *cough*) between Gray and juvia to keep their own ship alive, so the only way they can make their ship seem better is to invalidate all other shippers. I talked about that in this post of mine, which I'm pretty happy with, and a quote I'm taking from that post is "It just shows how insecure you are if you have to invalidate every other ship you don’t approve of in order to feel like your ship is the best or valid."

(It's only when people truly and mistakenly believe that two characters who aren't canonically in love are actually in love and that that's what the author wants that there is a problem, at least concerning their interactions with other people in the fandom. I believe it's just a great way to anger other fans and make yourself look sort of foolish and ignorant. In the end of course, it's not that big a deal, and other people shouldn't treat it as such and should just go about their day because either this person is trolling or is simply and innocently mistaken.)

As a GraLu shipper myself, I soak in allll of the sweet or comedic or downright romantic moments between Gray and Lucy. I even made a list where I documented these moments so I could go back and watch them from my most recent watch-through. But I know the reality is that Mashima sucks at writing romance, and they're not canon or endgame. It's clear that gr///via will have its way with Fairy Tail 100yq no matter what is ethical and good for Gray.

But even knowing the reality of GraLu, it makes no sense that "I wouldn't be allowed" to ship it, since Pros can't tell me what to do (remember y'all, I give all the reasons why people shouldn't ship gr///via, not that no one isn't allowed to), and Pros aren't better than non-canonical shippers because, as I said in this post, canonicity doesn't equal admirability, and it's a perfectly healthy ship! And as I touched on, Pros don't get to define what is considered to be a shippable moment. They're seriously being the delusional ones if they really think a guy, who's blushing profusely, being kind and gentlemanly and offering his jacket to his naked friend, who is herself blushing, isn't romantic or the least bit sweet.

Anyway, I'm glad that other people called them out for their actually dumb take. Glad to know that there are still sane people in this fandom. Now, I wouldn't excuse anyone from stalking people who've blocked them or if they tag correctly or asked them to stop harassing them or what-not, and if an Anti or a GraLu shipper was doing so to the colorist, then that was wrong. But you're exactly right that the "teacher" was being hypocritical and biased by giving their own ally a pass and then condemning others for doing the exact same thing.

And these Pros really want to go there?? They want to go so far as to call GraLu shippers "delusional"?? I've found a lot of the loud Pros to be the delusional ones, where they straight up ignore any of juvia's bad qualities and her damaging effect on Gray and her surroundings and then bash Gray for not wanting to date her as if his consent isn't important and he has no say in the matter. If they were to admit this ship was toxic, that's one thing, but many Pros I've talked to deny any sort of toxicity from juvia at all. They sound exactly like juvia, blissfully ignorant of her misdeeds and willing to attack others who cross her.

Anyway, I hope this rant-y post made sense, and I hope it wasn't too long haha! Thank you so much for the ask and for sharing the annoying and hypocritical moments from the teacher and from a Pro; they're always fun to read!

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Wash Out.22

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Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Prev]

There was no limit to which Taehyung could grieve. But there was a limit to his bank account. The new CEO Tom was a kind man, offering them a chance to mourn their losses and collect themselves before returning to work. There was a small funeral and memorial for Mr Schmidt within the theme park.

Although the employee’s were respectful they remained impartial to the change of leadership. With new management came more appropriate wages.

Waking beside Y/n reassured him things would be okay. You were the only reason he got out of bed and Taehyung suspected you felt the same. Uncanny how the two of you were sporting matching puffy eyes and pink tipped noses. Taehyung gave a soft smile, you had been supporting him while he broke down assuring him that Seokjin would return.

It was time to show Y/n that she had someone to lean on. Knowing you had lost the first person you had developed such a strong bond with. There had been a few before Jimin and there may be more to come, but like magic the two of you had a special kind of love. The rare kind that happens only to few.

Taehyung wondered what you were thinking, if you were really okay, or just saying you were because that's what people wanted to hear. Dressing quietly he noticed you stir out the corner of his eyes. Begrudgingly pulling yourself out of bed and getting ready in the bathroom.

The playful banter on the way to work became silent pondering of thoughts. Hands reaching for one another if those thoughts turned dark. Taehyung was grateful for the company, grateful for the silence. He had no pressure to act like things were okay when they weren’t.

In saying that pulling into the employee parking lot Taehyung cut the engine. Pulling the visor down to look in the mirror, he tested a small smile. Almost foreign and unfamiliar to him, the muscles seemed to have weakened.

How many days had it been? Two and a half weeks later, as the days passed any hope of Seokjin or Namjoon’s return dwindled extensively.

“Tae, we should go in,” Y/n smiled hand ready on the door handle braced for work like it was war.

“Yeah, sorry.”

The security seemed awkward greeting them, rightfully so they had been accused of stealing money from the theme park. It wouldn’t surprise them if everyone kept their distance. Dolphins on the other hand seemed to understand their feelings better than humans. Bubbles, Captain, Dolly and her new pup Hopster came up to greet them, sensing their mood and trying to cheer them up with little jumps, squeals and splashes.

It pulled soft genuine smiles from you both, it was mid practice when a voice called from the bleachers behind the show tank. “You know Joonie, I have never seen a dolphin show, but it looks pretty lackluster, the dolphins are doing all the hard work. The instructors don’t really feel committed to the show.”

“I think they have been having a rough week, maybe they might have lost someone close to them.” Namjoon said softly. “You can never know what someone else is going through without asking.”

“Should I go ask them?” Seokjin said, standing and strolling over, the two looked clean and fresh like they had just come back from a vacation and not the bottom of the ocean.

Taehyung had broken down in the water, crying as the dolphins playfully bumped him with their noses trying to stop his tears. You pulled yourself out of the water and ran over, hugging Seokjin. His whines echoing around the small amphitheater.

After practically suffocating Seokjin in a firm hug you pulled Namjoon in as well, he was surprised by the action. Probably because the two of you were never really close but unlike Seokjin he didn’t complain about the wet patches left on his clothes.

Taehyung had practically crawled out of the dolphinarium show tank, the dolphins wiggling on their bellies beside him on the small raised surface. Seokjin walked towards him sorrowful and compassionate, opening his hands for the young dolphin trainer and groaning when he was pulled into the knee deep water. Letting Taehyung clutch him tightly, his complaints ceased when he felt the younger man shaking in his arms.

“It seems you must have been suffering with me gone.” He tried to coax Taehyung’s head from where it had buried into his neck, but it only encouraged him to grasp tighter and bury his face deeper into Seokjin’s chest. “Hey, you can’t be crying like this, you are going to make me sad.”

“I thought you had died,” Taehyung whimpered voice broken and small, his hands clutching the soft sweater fabric pulled tight over Seokjin’s shoulders. Taehyung looked up, eyes wet, puffy and red for yet another time this week. “I thought I lost you, before I had a chance to tell you properly.”

“Tae, I can barely understand what you are saying,” Seokjin wiped his sleeve under Taehyung's nose, “You have to speak clearly, don’t ruin my good pants for nothing.”

Taehyung pulled him forward kissing him passionately. Taehyung was thrilled to have Seokjin back in his arms. He was unable to stop himself from slowly walking backwards more and more until he reached the edge of the water. Seokjin was too distracted by the kiss to realise until it was too late.

Pulling the older man into the dolphinarium and giggling when they resurfaced. “Ya!” Seokjin shouted, “We were going to dinner after this, I was dressed up and everything.”

Taehyung was apologizing, his grin never faltering as he chased a soggy Seokjin back to the locker rooms. The three of you emerged from the change rooms spotting Namjoon standing awkwardly by the entrance.

“Are you ready to go?” Y/n asked, slapping his back playfully, “I hear Seokjin is paying for dinner tonight.”

“What, you wanted me to come to dinner?” Namjoon said his words, stumbling unsure and confused.

“You don’t want to come to dinner, Namjoonie-Hyung?” Taehyung grinned up at him, before the two of you took Taehyung’s car following Jin’s from the parking lot to the restaurant. It was a small barbeque place, it was a secret treasure known to only a few.

The drinks started flowing. Namjoon seemed awkward at first but he was soon laughing with the rest. “I have never really done this before.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Drank?”

“No, I haven’t had dinner with friends before,” His ears were pink and your smile fell, Taehyung felt like the worst person to ever exist. “I know Jin and I tried but there were always things getting in the way.”

“Hey, we are your friends now, we were just rude idiots. We didn’t know about how cool you were until Seokjin told us how special you meant to him.” Y/n explained pouring him another drink.

“You weren’t rude, I just am really awkward and I know I talk about crabs a lot. It isn’t the most appealing conversation people want to have.” Namjoon waved his hands trying to calm the sad looks around the table, “I am just happy you think of me as your friend.”

Seokjin gasped, pulling a small cloth from his pocket, “Jimin asked me to give this to you.” He placed the cloth in your palm and you opened it slowly. “He got back safely and was definitely worried if you were okay,”

Opening the cloth to reveal a necklace, a cream shell spiraling in a cone shape and in the opening fitting perfectly secure was a gold Pearl. Taehyung leaned over, taking the necklace and helping you secure it around your neck.

You were called into work early one morning by Namjoon, he said something was wrong with Dolly and her pup and he needed help. Taehyung was outside and you sleepily let them drive you across town. You were being pushed into the old marine clinic, Taehyung threw you some swimmers and pushed you into the change room.

Moving quickly you followed Namjoon who was talking about the pups condition seriously, “This is our last chance, just go in first and check on how he looks and appearance and then we will begin the treatment, make sure you keep him calm and make him feel safe.”

You nodded, slipping slowly until you were treading water by the catwalk, about to ask a few questions when you were pulled under by the ankle. Confused and scared, you spotted Jimin in the water, his face showing how happy he was to see you. He swam at you grabbing your waist and resurfacing. You started crying and you wiped your eyes laughing and coughing from the water you had partially inhaled in shock.

“I am leaking,” Jimin touched his cheeks and you kissed him happily.

“How did you get here?” You sniffed, “We have to get you back to the water.”

“Hey, it's all good I have something special with me this time, it allows me to walk on the ground just like you. Our king Jungkook gave it to me. He says I can visit whenever I want, because you are my promised.”

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