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wincore · 4 years ago

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field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan.

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly.

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that.

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you.

You shake it off.

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer.

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks.

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates.

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue.

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile.

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

“Sungchan?!”

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!”

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face.

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity.

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.”

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns.

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on.

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention.

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys.

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling.

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love.

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile.

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation.

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on.

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones.

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you.

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm.

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes.

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls.

"Do you have any bandaids?"

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.”

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you.

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind.

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers.

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans.

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him.

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade.

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan.

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead.

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly.

“Hm?”

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that.

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field.

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding.

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave.

“You should,” he responds, honest.

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile.

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties.

Only one more match, you remind yourself.

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this.

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all.

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty.

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you.

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading.

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care.

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk.

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild.

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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early2000smovieimagines · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Fred Weasley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- It’s sort of hard to ignore the Weasley twins, isn’t it? Tall redheads who play on the Quidditch team and are always bringing attention to themselves in one way or another? Little hard to miss.

- Speaking of being on the Quidditch team, that’s how the two of you first meet which, depending on what house you’re in, means that you either met during tryouts for the Gryffindor team or after/during a game against Gryffindor.

- The competitive and teasing Weasleys are going to mess with you either way but how they; mainly Fred, tease you somewhat depends on which house you’re in.

- The teasing which occurs regardless of what team you’re on includes: them playfully telling you not to screw something up, Fred smiling and insisting that you’re doing something wrong, him giving you compliments he jokingly pretends to not want to admit, etc.

- If you’re on the Gryffindor team then he’ll have more of an excuse to be around you and be more touchy, ruffling your hair, picking you up in a hug when you guys win a game, softly pushing/bumping shoulders with you, etc. Him and George are the bane of your existence and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- It’s after one of your games that he finally asks you out. If you’re on the other team then you’d probably have to lose for him to do so, so sorry about that.

- He comes up to you and cheekily says “good game y/l/n” before asking “think you’d want to celebrate with me at Hogsmeade this weekend?”. This means that you either happily agree or teasingly ask what you’re celebrating, reminding him that your team lost.

“Why, you’re celebrating another great fight against the ultimate victor, of course!” He answers in an exaggerated voice, tossing his hair back while sticking his noise in the air.

“Alright, alright, sure. I’ll go with you to Hogsmeade.” You laugh in reply as the two of you walk towards the school.

- So yes, your first date takes place in the little village near the school. He keeps his arm around you as you walk in the snow together and talk. He also probably drags you to the joke shop which, knowing him, you probably should have anticipated said visit. He’s just as cheeky as always but hey, that’s what you like about him, right?

- The two of you share your first kiss about a week later, right before you go to get ready for another game; or at least before he does. He’d playfully asked for a little good luck kiss and you’d pressed one to his cheek. He hummed, saying that he “might need a little more than that”, giving you a grin as he pulls you in by your collar and presses a kiss to your lips.

“That’s better.” he’d said before sending you a wink and running off to get ready, leaving you standing there flustered yet happy.

- And just like that, the sneaky, secondhand robe wearing redhead had officially stolen your heart.

- Tons of pda. He’s a touchy boy and he loves loving on you; he can never get enough of it.

- Fred’s used to sharing affection and attention with a bunch of other people so he’s always eager to have yours. Surprise him with a hug or a kiss on the cheek and he’s a happy boy.

- His hand is constantly on your thigh. Sometimes it’s purposefully placed there, other times he’ll just rest it there without thinking after he pats you on the leg.

- Hugs from behind. He loves to whisper things in your ear or duck his head down to brush his lips against your neck, making you giggle and squirm as he holds on tight.

- Temple kisses.

- Teasing words leading into kisses. He likes making playful comments, his face moving closer to yours before he finally connects your lips.

- Sweet, soft kisses. He’ll just keep going in for another as you’re half distracted, doing so until you finally giggle and softly push him away.

- Him stealing kisses from you before you can do anything, either on your lips or somewhere else. He likes quickly giving you a peck before running off with George to do something.

- Lots of snogging.

- He can cuddle you in just about any position and be happy but he has a particular fondness for when you lay in the crook of his arm with his head resting against yours.

- He always pulls you to sit down next to him whenever you’re in the great hall together; or wherever else you can be together.

- Him lounging between your legs; especially when you’re with your friends. He likes resting the back of his head on your stomach/chest and feeling you wrapped around him.

- Soft looks. He acts like this cheeky menace all the time but he’s really a softy when he’s with you. George gives him smug and amused looks when he catches him looking at you like you’re the moon.

- He likes calling you things like pretty girl, lovely, and sweetheart.

- Flirting and pick up lines. Usually you flirt with someone when you want to date them but not Fred. No, Fred started really flirting with you after you became a couple.

- Teasing; in every sense of the word. Poor girl, you’re never left alone.

- He thinks spooking you is highly amusing. He likes seeing you jump or jolt at his sudden appearance, loving the way you slap his arm and whine at him.

- Pranks, both getting them played on you and helping him play them on others.

- Getting roped into things. He’s the ringleader of most of the twins shenanigan's so its only natural.

- Mini competitions and bets. He’s a competitive boy and he likes that determined look on your face; and bragging to you or watching you brag when one of you wins.

- Passing notes in class.

- Sneaking around the school together using the marauders map and his sheer knowledge of the school.

- Getting to keep his old sweaters when he outgrows them. They’re the only piece of clothing that he can really give you, considering everything else can go to his siblings.

- Sometimes, you’ll get him a little gift and he won’t be able to stop smiling for the rest of the day. He cherishes it; especially when you aren’t there to see. Occasionally, he’ll just hold it in his hands and smile when he’s alone in his room.

- Snowball fights and snowman building.

- Being dragged into Zonko’s shop whenever you go to Hogsmeade.

- Study dates. He usually gets very distracted by you and just tries to persuade you to go do something more entertaining. He’s never been a big fan of academics, not unless he’s trying to mess with you and teasingly not pay you attention when you want it.

- He probably likes writing stupid stuff on you or your things, stuff like “Fred’s property” or “Gryffindor rules”, etc.

- Celebrating with him after he wins Quidditch games and being invited to join his family whenever they go to professional ones.

- Compliments and flattery. “How is my beautiful girlfriend”, “have I told you how amazing you are today”, most of the Weasleys know how to get what they want through flattery and he’s no exception. He also just likes making you flustered.

- He believes in you more than anyone else. He knows exactly how impressive you are and what you can do.

- Visiting the burrow whenever you can.

- Molly loves you; especially if you try to keep Fred out of trouble. You’re like another daughter to her once she sees that you’re a good match and a good influence on her lovely little man.

- George third wheeling a lot or having double dates with you; when he does manage to get a girlfriend. Although, it’s not really third wheeling when it’s Georgie, is it? He’s just a part of you.

- Getting to hear all about their new products and how they work, occasionally helping them come up with things or explaining why they wont work/testing them out. He gets sort of shy when you earnestly call him brilliant.

- Visiting him at the shop and possibly working there if that’s what you want to do.

- Him trying to impress you with his tricks and fishing for your praise. Once again: a bit deprived of attention; though that’s not Molly’s fault.

- He can certainly be a bit of a jerk but he’s always there to comfort you and make you feel better. It’s what older brothers do best.

- Jealous boy. He’ll always clench his jaw when he sees you smiling or laughing with someone else. He’ll come over and kiss your head, interrupting the two of you and asking “what’s going on over here?” when he thinks they’re getting a little too comfy. He’ll definitely prank the hell out of someone if he learns they made a move on you.

- Protective. He’s an older brother to a younger sister, it’s in his blood to watch over little ladies that he cares about; even if he gives you hell from time to time.

- The two of you don’t really “fight” but you do bicker quite a bit, though that’s usually resolved fairly easily since you’ll pretty much just move on and forget about it. If you do fight fight then he’ll usually try to play it off and insist that the issue isn’t a big deal which doesn’t help his case.

- If he was in the wrong then he’d give you an “okay, okay, I’m sorry” but it’s usually a bit too late at that point. He’ll give you a little space before he comes around and gives you a proper apologize, acting too cute for you to stay mad at him.

- If you’re in the wrong then he’ll be serious for once, arguing with you until it’s settled and you apologize/agree to never do it again. Only then will he let out a breath and an “okay” and wait a minute before pulling you into a hug.

- Lots of I love you’s, usually sung out playfully. He loves hearing you say it to him too; even if he only shows it by failing to stop himself from smiling.

- The two of you have a long and happy life together. He knows that you’re the one for him and is eager to start a little army of hellraisers with you.

#hp imagines #hp imagine #hp headcanons #hp headcanon #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley imagines #Fred Weasley headcanons #Fred Weasley headcanon #harry potter imagines #harry potter headcanons

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First Love | 14

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

Ari never seemed as happy as she is right now after you just asked her to help you find the perfect outfit for today's date. She squealed and yelled about how happy she is for you to be going on a date with a “God” as she put it.

“Do you want Hoseok to hear you?” you whisper, listening intently for your neighbor to come banging on your door.

“He’s still on campus,” she states as she opens her closet and digs through her line of clothes. “The only person that should be there is Dick Mcgee. Unless he's somewhere as well." She hands you a yellow sweater, moving to your closet to dig through it for something else. Even though her eyes are on the inside of your closet, it seems as though she senses your confusion with the top she hands you. "That's a laguna yellow."

"You seem to know your colors," you mutter, grabbing a pair of light blue jeans from her.

"Should have majored in fashion," she sighs before gesturing to the bathroom behind you. After a quick change you're seated at her desk and given "the second biggest makeover of a lifetime." You really don't know what that means, but you're not going to say anything. It's probably just best to let her do her thing so that she doesn't mess your make-up up because you somehow offended her. Ari talks the entire process--mainly about how she imagines your date going today. The two of you are going to talk about everything while walking down the sidewalk at the park brushing the back of your hand against each other. The two of you are too shy to say anything about it, but after a few more brushes, he gathers the courage to take your hand in his. Your hand fits perfectly into his like any romantic situation. There's blushing and no eye contact.

You want that. You want all of that. To feel loved and to have all those feelings you felt for Yoongi, but to have someone feel the same way for you. "I'm scared," you whisper, eyes closed as you feel the brush run along your lids.

There's a pause in her movements. It's silent for a few seconds before she speaks, "Why?"

You open your eyes, meeting her gaze as you answer, "I've never had anyone tell me they like me before. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm just scared of all that is going to come after this date. What if he doesn't like me after this? What if I'm only meant to just like someone and that's it?"

Ari cups your cheeks, squishing your face. "It's okay to be scared, Y/N. You're new to the whole dating thing, and if he doesn't have feelings for you after this then he wasn't the one. It'll suck because you like him, but your future husband will pop up soon." Ari goes back to work on your eye shadow, your eyes closing. "So don't worry about it, Y/N." When Ari is done with everything, she can't help herself and begins to take pictures for whatever app she's using. "I wanna show you off."

Your phone chimes and you both freeze. Grabbing your phone off from your bed you open the text.

[2:48 pm] Hanbin: Hey! I'm outside the dorms :)

"He's here," you tell her, clearly nervous all over again.

Ari claps her hands in excitement. "I'm so excited, and my first date was years ago." She grabs your bag and hands it to you as she rushes you out the door like she did a few days ago. "Tell me everything when you come back. I'll make sure I'm not with Hoseok or anything!"

Saying your goodbyes, you let out a deep breath and make your way down the hall. Every step is slow and drag-like. You're so nervous you feel like you're going to throw up. What you didn't expect, however, is when you step outside and make your way down the steps to see him standing at the end, all that fear leaves. You aren't scared, but excited. Happy.

"Hey," he says, smiling his perfectly crooked smile.

"Hi."

He sticks his arm out towards you. "Ready to go?"

You smile, looping your arm through his. "Let's go." He leads you towards the parking lot, passing a few parked cars before going in between two red vehicles. He opens the passenger door to your right, acting gentlemanly. You laugh, "Thank you." You get in the car as he closes the door and makes his way around. "Okay, Y/N. You got this. You got this." He opens the door. "Where are we headed?"

He shakes his head. "That's a secret," he answers. "I'm only hoping you'll like it." Turning the ignition, his car comes to life and he puts it in reverse and backs out the spot. "If not," he begins, putting the car in drive, "I should have just taken you out to dinner." The drive is silent at first, but once you bring up midterms, the conversation goes. "We're almost there," he tells you after a while of talking, pointing to the glove compartment. "There's an eye mask in there. Can you put that on?"

You open the compartment. "An eye mask?"

"Cheesy I know, but Ari said you love this place and I thought doing this would make it ten times better."

"Okay," you say, a bit reluctant as you put the mask on. You sit in silence, hands on your lap as you feel the car take a turn. You don't know how long it was, but you guess around five minutes before the car comes to a stop.

Hanbin turns off the engine and tells you, "Don't remove them just yet." The door opens and you hear a weird roaring sound. Where are you? A few seconds later your door opens. "Give me your hand?" You unbuckle your seatbelt, sticking your hand out and feel his grab yours. He helps you out of the car, placing your bag in your hand for you to drape around your shoulder. "Do you know where we are?" he questions.

You shake your head. "It's hard to tell." There's a sound of people screaming. "Where are we?"

"Not yet." He guides you, your hand wrapped in his as you walk for a while, every now and then him telling you that something is coming up. The roaring and screaming is louder now. You think you know where you are, but you could be wrong. A few steps later he finally stops and says, "Okay. You can take them off."

Reaching for the strap on the mask, you pull it off, blinking to adjust to the sunlight. When your vision is clear, you look up and see the huge, familiar sign. Dragons Throne can be read in big red and bold letters. A green dragon with its mouth open and fire coming from it twists its body around the T.

You look to Hanbin. "You brought me to Dragons Throne?"

He looks a little dejected as he replies, "Ari said you love this place so I thought it would be a great first date, but I guess I was wrong—"

"No, no," you cut him off, shaking your head and hands. "I love this place. I was just surprised that we would be here," you laugh nervously. "I've never been on a date, so from all the romantic movies I've seen, first dates are usually dinner and a movie."

He nods in understanding. "Hopefully this will be better than dinner and a movie." He holds out his hand towards you. "Shall we have fun?"

You hesitantly reach for his outstretched hand, taking in that this could be something. You could finally have that happy ending you've been waiting for. You didn't realize the first time how big his hands were compared to yours. It’s like yours disappears when you hold hands. After a few minutes of waiting in line to get past the entrance gate, you are now giddy with excitement. It's been a while since you came here, and even though you've been on all the rides, you still can't help but feel like you're about to ride them for the first time.

"Where should we go first?" he asks you, looking down to meet your gaze.

The Big Drop? Slasher? What ride should his first experience be? "Let's start from this side and work our way around," you negotiate, pointing to the right and sweeping your arm around until it stops to your left side.

He chuckles, "Deal." You lead him towards the first roller coaster with excitement as you get in the short line. "It said the wait will be fifteen minutes," Hanbin begins, leaning against the railing, "I'm thinking we can play a game in the meantime."

You look at him with an inquisitive gaze. "What kind of game?"

"Well we've talked a lot, so we know a few things about one another. Let's quiz each other and see who has a better memory."

"What does the winner get?" you catechize, leaning against the railing across from him.

He taps his chin in thought. After a few seconds of thinking he answers, "The winner gets a prize from the stands here."

"Deal."

Hanbin grins. "I'll start and it'll be an easy one. What's my favorite color?"

"Orange." He nods. "What's mine?" you ask.

"Gray. What's my mom's name?"

So he plans to go further than what you expected. You thought maybe it’s simple questions like his major, favorites and so on. You weren't expecting questions that involve family members, or most likely questions about his childhood. But you have a good memory so you know basically everything he told you. "Mindy."

It seems like both of you are competitive with how hard the questions are getting. You both want to win and be known as the person who knows the other best, but it seems like it'll be a tie. It doesn't stop after the first ride. No. Each wait the questions continue and it surprises you how much you two talk within two weeks. As the hours go by you become more comfortable around him. You don't wait for him to take your hand, you just go for it like you've been doing it for years.

After the two of you have ridden half the rides here, Hanbin suggests, "How about we get something to eat?"

"Sure. What are you in the mood for?"

"What are you in the mood for?"

You begin to think of all the restaurants and stands that are scattered around the park. What could he be in the mood for? Fish or meat? Maybe just fries and a corn dog? Your mom always boasted about the turkey legs they have at the park in your hometown. "Well we can go to the food court area and we can figure out what we want," you suggest.

"Sounds good." He smiles, letting you lead the way once again. You pass by a few characters taking pictures with kids and adults before you reach the main area where a majority of the food stands and restaurants reside. Walking past the stone arch, your eyes immediately drift to the nacho stand. It's not like there isn’t a variety of good options, but since you first tried their nachos here, you can't help but get them every time you came here.

"I see nachos," Hanbin comments and your eyes dart to him. Is he your soulmate? He looks at you. "What are you getting?"

"Nachos."

He grins. "Great minds think alike." There is no one in the nacho line so you order and receive your food quickly. Taking a seat at an empty table, you and Hanbin dig in. Comparing your plate to Hanbin's you realize you are as simple as it gets. Just jalapenos and that's it. Hanbin, on the other hand, has jalapenos, onions, sour cream—the whole works. "Want some?" he offers. You quickly shake your head. He laughs, "Not a fan?"

"Onions." Hanbin can only laugh even harder.

The rest of the day is all a fun blur. Your hands never let one another's go for a majority of the time. Taking breaks you’re snuggled close together. You take photos together and you send them to Ari. He even won you a prize even though you lost by one question. To you it feels like a date that you only see on extremely romantic movies. Like a princess going on a date for the first time with the prince she eventually falls in love with.

After a long day, and basically staying until closing, you and Hanbin get out of his car in the dorm parking lot. In one hand you have a light pink bear and in the other Hanbin holds yours lightly, fingers laced. People are hanging out on the sidewalk chatting away dressed for going out as you two pass them and head up the stairs. You’re ready to fish out your ID to open the door, but another group of people opened the door to leave. The hall is loud; full of chatting people, loud music and even a few doors open where you can see figures dancing.

"So this is what it's like to dorm," Hanbin chuckles, continuing to lead you down the hall, past the stairway and into your hall. Reaching your dorm door he stops and turns to look at you. He smiles warmly, his thumb brushing along your skin. "I had fun," he tells you.

"Me too," you confess, heart fluttering as you grip the bear tighter. "Thank you."

He shakes his head. "I'm hoping there's another one sometime soon."

"I'd love that. Maybe after midterms?" you suggest. Just enough time to do a date or two more before break.

"Yeah," he begins, staring at you with such a warm gaze you feel your cheeks warming, "I guess it's time to say bye."

You didn't want to. "Yeah."

A few seconds of silence. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. It’s like the hairs on the back of your neck stand. No words are leaving your mouth, so you nod. Hanbin leans in slow. As if he is still making sure you want this. He gets closer and closer until his lips touch yours. It is everything you ever imagined. His lips are soft and he kisses you slow and with so much care. You're only falling for him even more. When he moves back, he presses his forehead against yours. "Night, Y/N."

"Night," you breathe. With one last kiss you watch him leave.

You can't help but grin as you pull out your key and enter the room. You're not even mad that Ari isn't here. You're so happy that nothing can break you. You place the bear on your bed, put your bag on the floor, grab your pj's and take a quick shower. After your shower, you climb into bed, lie on your side and snuggle with the bear. You close your eyes and imagine the whole date over again.

In the silence of sheer bliss a soft rhythmic sound can be heard. It is a small tapping sound, but it grew louder and louder as well as the sound of a girl moaning. It hits you. It's like the beginning of the semester all over again, but it's different today. You have Hanbin. You have someone who likes you and wants to go on another date with you. He's not Yoongi. He's better.

So why are you crying yourself to sleep for the second time because of him?

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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hi hannah! i may have a request 🥺 i've been watching too much tiktok and this two made me want some jungkook skater au 😳 like the reader saw him and went like love at first sight so she purposely buys a skate and goes everyday to the skatepark and start learning just to impress that hot tattooed skater that kinda looks like a bad boy but he's actually a softie. ♡

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late skate

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 7k

glimpse: jungkook would rather wash down his grip tape than spend another hour seeing you land on yOUR ass, a smitten y/n and love at first sight, and tae almost losing his bearings (in all aspects) <3 // gif is from pinterest :D

note: thank you so much for the request babie!!! also i’m sorry since i’ve done this a month late hee-hee bUT but it’s here now!!! fun fact: i used to skate but one time i fell on my ass so hard doing an ollie that i quit ( ˙-˙ )

there is nothing

there is absolutely nothing you hate more than walking home alone and at-

wait u need to shudder

night

times like these make you both angry and scared because fIRST of all

you’re angry because if oNLY (you’re still hoping that u win the lottery soon) you were born to wealth and ease (if you see park jimin one more time in a billboard you’re about to lose it), you wouldn’t have to worry!! or even work for that matter!!!!

you could have a car by now!!!

but you don’t have a car and you’re still saving up for that because you have to keep up with your bills and this nice and decent apartment that you’re living in right now

well if you’re being honest, you are splitting it with yoongi and that cuts back your expenses significantly but that’s besides the point

which is why you’re being extra thrifty!! save up all the money that you could so you could by yourself a car amongst other financial decisions and nOT be scared shitless when walking home

you’re working at the animal shelter most of the time and it’s very fulfilling because of cOURSE!! your job is to care for animals and give them a better chance at everything :D

the pay is more than decent but it’s not the highest sO what you do on your spare time is pick up any job you could!!

and the income that you need is more and more than decent because taking care of chimmy is not an easy feat

chimmy, your alaskan malamute!!! he’s the first puppy you’ve properly taken care of in the shelter and you’ve fallen head over heels for him

he kept bumping into the wall when he scrambles after you call for him but eH you love the clumsy giant still!!

so much so that you file your adoption form for him and run over to mr. kim’s office hurriedly :D

your boss seokjin’s pretty sweet after all but at the same time he’s intimidating!! too sweet and intimidating at the same time that when he approves your form without much question, you almost kiss his cheek

...

.... hehe

jin beat you to it and instead he gave you a side-hug with a very strict warning to take care of chimmy and provide everything that he needs

he eats 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓂 dog food and you could only assume the amount that he needs because of how he towers

the treats?? one time yoongi got overly-excited to take a picture of him and accidentally left the bag on the ground, and when he came back?? chimmy’s managed to inhale all of them

thankfully he’s only loyal to one (1) toy and it’s to this brown angry... entity..? with one tooth that yoongi’s made by himself

but he constantly has to replace the stuffing because chimmy nOTICES when it’s flat and unstuffed from his own doings

hehehe the grooming.....

you thank your lucky stars that jin gives you a discount to have chimmy groomed!!

one time you were about to have a breakdown because a $100 grooming session simply didn’t click well with your ongoing budget and you decided to do it yourself :D

spoiler alert: chimmy kept barking at you when you held up the mirror to his face because wOOF did you just... d-did you give him bangs.... how was that possible....

and then sECOND of all is that well.,.,.,

you’re scared and that’s it

there is every possible reason for you to be scared :D

you get off from work at 5!! but now it’s quarter to 8 and you totally should’ve booked an uber but it completely slipped your mind

normally, you wouldn’t walk home alone though because chimmy comes with you to the shelter, and then he serves as a therapy dog of sorts to help ease and calm down the new rescues!!

he even has his own little ID oh my god :’)

but he doesn’t come in everyday and well you remember,.,.

no actually, yoongi REMINDS you that today is his day-off at work and explictly implied that he’d very much love to cuddle with a giant alaskan malamute as he gets his well-deserved rest

and yoongs has been the reason to why you don’t unravel every single day and you owe him for your life so yea okay you can have chimmy whenever you need this giant pillow of support <3

but no

you don’t have chimmy with you and you don’t have anyone to bark and be willing to growl n intimidate any creepy dudes you could possibly encounter on this twenty-minute walk home

the extra coffee you’ve drank at 6 in lieu of dinner does not help at ALL

what if you just... run

that way you get home faster and you won’t have to be that antsy!!!

ok maybe just a light jog would do

you wanna go home so badly and take a shower and be sandwiched between your warm sheets and sleep all the way

you miss chimmy and yoongi and you just hOPE that he’d already cooked dinner and you won’t have processed food again for the third time in a week

and after dinner maybE you could treat yourself to online shopping because yoongs has also been pestering you to let yourself indulge once in a while

your thoughts are jumbled once panicked and it reminds you that yes you should definitely get a car and you know what??? you probably should-

wait fUCK

...

....

wait

hold on a second

did you just manage to narrowly dodge what seems to be a skateboard in mid-air??????

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

said taehyung is jumping down and crouching to pick up the deck at your feet and squeaks an “oop sorry ‘bout that!!” before going back and

well...

mr. “taehyung, you dumbass!!” is who you presume to be the speaker,, because well no one eLSE is in this skatepark at 9 in the evening,,,, is standing RIGHT underneath the light and is right at your line of sight

it’s as if the clouds are opening up and chimmy’s barking could be heard and everything you deem perfect is ringing right in your ears because god.... holy shit.....

he looks and probably feels like a warm-sized bed that smells of baby powder and fresh linen

he has a hoodie on with the sleeves scrunched up and you tHANK yourself that you’ve saved up enough to get lasik eye surgery because those tattoos...,.,. you r positive that they would be your demise

mr. TYD has a loose bucket hat on yet you could still see his features clearly and you aren’t lying when you say he is perhaps the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen

even more breathtaking than seeing chimmy in the laundry room and having fished for your one good perfect bra in his mouth

huh

you’re pretty sure this is what love at first sight must feel like

suddenly, you aren’t anxious at all and you’re instantly gravitating towards the ramp without much complaint

there’s a bench conveniently placed in which you could see him but he won’t see you

you find yourself sticking around and smiling when you see him goofing around in all good fun

hopefully you don’t look like a cREEP because you swear you aren’t!!!! and hopefully they don’t notice you either and find out then and there that you’re here in a skatepark withOut a skateboard,,, just sitting,,, to see him

this may not be your best idea yet lmao yes you’re gonna admit that

but it’s probably the first and last time that you’re ever gonna see him so might as well watch him for awhile!! that’s all!!!!

ok wait

this is definitely a bad idea because yoongi calls you and you forgOt to put it on silent and it’s his voice that greets you very rudely as soon as you pick up

“y/n where the FUCK are you???”

oh lmao it’s quarter to 10 already

“jeez, i’m coming home!! calm down!!”

“yeah tell that to chimmy who’s been worried sick with me and won’t stop hOWLING!!!”

you’re scrambling to gather your duffel and sneak oNE last look at him and ur practically pouting as you say goodbye to him under your breath

:((

“... aw, you worry about me?”

you resume back to jogging on your way home and this time for rEAL

you’re gonna miss him

he’s like one of the random dudes you see in the mall that are sO breathtaking and you know you’re never gonna see them again

you didn’t even manage to catch his name :((

but whoever he is, he feels a little more different than a dude in a mall because this time, you feel like you’re gonna cRY at the thought of it

little did you know that jungkook could see you all this time and he’s sad to see you go

chimmy is the first to leap at you as soon as you come through the door

and if you didn’t anticipate the giant, then you’d probably be toppled over by now

yoongi finds it weird that there’s this lingering gentle smile on your face

well he shouldn’t be so shOcked because he sees you talking to yourself when you’re watching documentaries and cooking

(( he always checks if there’s a camera hidden somewhere in the kitchen and you were vlogging or something but nO!!! ))

it’s like you’re a third-grader again that goes fERAL at just the thought of their crush

you hope mr. tyd has already eaten breakfast and hasn’t had any injuries with his skateboarding

you’re trying to rationalize with yourself that it’s just a stOOpid and pathetic crush to harbor in less than a day and stop thinking about him

the universe must seem to hate aND love you at the same time because well would you look at tHAT

it’s 5 in the afternoon and you have chimmy beside you and you’re walking home

and that’s practically your routine ever since you’ve gotten this job

it would only differ if a situation like last night happens or when you’re too tired to walk home oR when it’s raining

but right now it’s your normal workday, and you’re walking home, and it’s sunny, aND THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU’VE SEEN HIM

this is also the first time that you’ve seen him in such a situation that you didn’t expect :O

the fact that you’ve mayhaps watched kimi no nawa last night with yoongi and perhaps 98 times before that, does not help at all

“you uh, y-you wanna go for a run on the grass, chim??”

there’s this mini field besides the skatepark and chimmy happily jUMPS at the mention of grass :D

aha oh well :D would you look at that :D your dog wants to go run on the grass that’s a couple feet away from the skatepark :D who are you to stop him anyways?? :D

chimmy’s more than happy to comply with your wish and vice versa because he’s having the time of his life clearly

he’s your pawman and the perfect variable so you wouldn’t seem like a third-grader with a helpless crush on anOther third-grader

it seems that hE’S more excited than you though because chimmy runs to the ramp instead of the grass!!!

and in the process he goes UP to greet a guy like he does with you whenever you come home!!! it’s harmless pouncing per se

but it’s not entirely harmless because it feels like chimmy knows EXACTLY what’s in your mind and what he’s doing

“chimmy!!!”

.....

...... of course

chimmy has to of cOurse pounce on him

jungkook wasn’t surely expecting a giant and overly-friendly alaskan malamute to pounce on him right when he was about to drop-in

it’s a pleasant surprise either because it’s-

wait

oh my god

is this yOU?????

listen.,.

jungkook was in the skatepark last night with taehyung and they took advantage of it because they were the only ones there!!

tae surely wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a novice because holy sHIT how was it possible that he sent a skateboard flying mid-air after a failed trick??

kook flinches when he follows it in his line of sight and notices that there’s someone down there who might be literally dECKED out of tae’s stupidity

he’s about to yell for this passer-by to dodge and-

time seems to move quicker because you’re already stopping yourself and flinching in place and then looking up

you’re rIGHT underneath this street lamp and jungkook sighs a breath of relief when he realized that you weren’t hit

but at the same time he’s gasping again because wow

t-that’s uhm-

okay

wHEW he has never felt this pressure in his chest ever since he joined a quizbee in 8th grade

would it be-

ok nevermind

WOULD IT BE TOO FORWARD FOR HIM TO SAY THAT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU ALREADY

you’re really beautiful??? and frankly he has to look away for a second because you’re tOO beautiful that he doesn’t know what to do with himself

that’s it u are under arrest for being too pretty >:(

jungkook’s flustered because there’s just these types of people that put a knot on his chest unknowingly and he doesn’t know how to act normally

you are the equivalent of him not being able to look at the screen because the kdrama was that good and he feels unworthy to even watch it

it’s goosebumps all over his skin and he’d be lying when he says his cheeks are not heating up at aLL

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

his first instinct is to scold taehyung because what iF he ended up hurting you with his skateboard, hmm?? and tHEN what

he expected you to leave after that close-call and if everyone must know, jungkook has an incredible talent at being able to scope out things in his peripheral vision

he could look straight ahead and be able to see what you were also doing at the side

he doesn’t know if that’s a talent or uH everyone has it but whatever he can do that!!!

and you were clearly still there and in fact, even sIT down on the bench

he could see you smiling and giggling and a ginormous part of him assumes that it’s because of him

he prays to god that it’s NOT the guy who almost decked you with a skateboard ://

jungkook was acting weird and he kept smiling and laughing mORE than necessary and taehyung can see right through him

“bro all i did was walk towards you wtf are you laughing,,.,”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHA tae you’re so silly XD”

alrighty then,, maybe jungkook just binge-ate his vitamin gummies which is why he keeps beaming for an unknown reason

koo was so grumpy literally just before he had his skateboard flying and now he’s ???? weird

jungkook was ultimately sad to see you get up and he knows he’s probably never gonna see you again ok alright time to mope

but this

this

he’s beyond surprised to see that said owner of giant dog happens to be yOU!! of all the people!!!!

it’s you!

“i’m so so sorry about him!! he’s just excited to make friends with everyone and i don’t have the sLIGHTEST clue why he came to you!!”

you pointedly look at chimmy and he has the audacity to howl before looking away

it hasn’t dawned on you that you’re talking and apologizing to him but it certainly did on jungkook which is why he’s charmingly laughing already

“no, no. it’s okay, i don’t mind!! his name’s chimmy, then?”

you’re blinking profusely because yes.. right.. HE is talking to you

“yeah, uh, correct!! his name’s chimmy :)”

“that’s cute. anyways, i’m jungkook :)”

aha :D

koo would like to think that he is smooth

and yes you agree

you immediately shake his hand tOO eagerly with a smile on your face as you’re trying to take this all in

“i’m y/n :)”

jungkook’s hand is bigger than yours and your hand fits sNUGLY right into his hold

he has some tattoos on his hands and there’s some peaking from underneath his hoodie

but even with ur lasik vision you cAN’T focus because omg are you seriously holding jungkook’s hand.,.,

jungkook as in THEE jungkook that you’ve immediately clocked and crushed on last night in an instant

your lil moment of just holding each other’s hands is interrupted when taehyung pops out of nOwhere

(( actually he’s been there for the past two minutes and he kept switching between cooing and laughing ))

“yO i’m taehyung!!! you must be y/n, i didn’t nick you last night, did i?”

he takes it upon himself to hug you right then and there

well he’s warm and he passes the internal vibe check yoongi’s hotwired into your brain so you reciprocate!! you like hugs anyway and taehyung’s just like chimmy but in human form

jungkook practically squawks and stammers in his place because w-why.. w-what...... no

chimmy bARKS at taehyung and koo is tempted to do the same too because no man you simply do nOt hug my crush that you know absolutely nothing about

“he’s asking for you.”

kook points to chimmy who’s obviously pouncing on you to come run with him

you excuse yourself so you could go satisfy the giant and jungkook felt like his heart was gonna fall out of his aSS

tae wiggles his eyebrows and has his lips pursed and it’s the shit-eating grin that he immediately flips off as soon as he sees it

“what was that all about?”

you are convinced

you are 100% convinced

your head is fully-set into the game and in no way are you gonna back out

“min yoongi!!”

ah there it is

yoongi’s having the time of his life playing fetch with chimmy! what could possibly be any more important in this world than that

“what did i do now?”

you only call out his full name when a) you’re agitated and when b) he’s ignoring you and you’ve had enough of it

he really doesn’t recall giving you the cold shoulder recently

and he certainly didn’t agitated you when all he’s done is play with chimmy and sleep!!!

“please click this for me pls. click. please. pls click.”

aH yoongi should’ve brought his glasses instead of leaving them on the couch

you’re holding out your laptop to him with your arms outstretched and he has to come really close to decipher and-

... huh

“a skateboard?”

pardon him but he’s really lost on this one ok

he is as lost as he was when walmart decided to completely rearrange the whole store

“... and what do you need a skateboard for? y/n when i said that you should get yourself a four-wheeler, i didn’t mean a skateboard-”

in what part does a skateboard look like an SUV

whY are you like this

“it’s for uh... it’s for fun purposes!!”

you’re trying not to raise any more questions in yoongi’s mind but his head is miles miles away now lol

???? you hate trying new things though ???

one time you traded in your beef ramen for pork ramen because the first one was out of stock and throughout the whole meal you kept thinking how much you regretted it

and besides, skateboarding would be the last thing you’d get into!!!

yoongi distinctly remembers that you’d rather choke on chewing gum rather than get your knees scraped

why was that?? because when your knees get scraped, walking and doing everything else?? impossible

nice try sherlock but the moment you do so much as to not stand up straight?? sIT down?? yeah your knees would give out

what has got to be something so special that you’d wanna get into skateboarding and risk yourself into getting your knees scraped??

....

omg is that what he thinks it is

“... it’s a crush, isn’t it?”

the way you instantly shut him down and practically have to beg him just to press the check out button.,..

aha

yeah yoongi’s gotten his answer alright :D

whatever this is

or whatever that’s going on

you’re sure that you’ve never felt this content for a long time

you now bring a change of clothes so you wouldn’t go skating in your uniform because that just honestly sucks

you may be too tired to walk to the skatepark which is why sometimes you’d book a ride, but no you’re never tOO tired to skate and see jungkook :D

it’s frustrating enough as it is

yoongi used to skate and that’s the reason why you’ve found this shortcut in the first place because this was where the park was!! you’d always think at the back of your head on wHY was yoongi struggling!!!

smh that’s so easy yoongs </3

joke’s on you now though because trying to balance on the board in the first place scared you shitless because hOW were you supposed to do this??

you can ride a bike and that has tWO wheels and this has fOUR bearings!!! how come you can’t balance yourself??

even managing to stand up on the board without panicking for more than ten seconds AND managing to shift from left to right even if it’s albeit shaky at first, took you a wHOLE evening

but you’re so proud of yourself and so is jungkook :D

jungkook finds it the highlight of his night when you’d hold onto him

yes he knOws you have it under control now and you barely hold onto him for support

“just so you won’t fall, that’s all.”

he always evades your eyes when you go look up at him dreamily like that because how could he not???

you’ve covered the basics of pushing yourself then simultaneously riding the skateboard!!

you do that for one WHOLE week and both jungkook and tae (and yoongi) think it’s time that you do something else besides skate in one straight line and occasionally to a left and a right

ok you’re kind of scared shitless because you already fell a couple of times but y’know what?? it’s time!!

society has progressed past the need of you skating in a straight path

the society NEEDS you to do tricks now

.....

........

confession time:

dear diary the kickflip is simply not kicking the board in an attempt to flip it by itself. it is not. it is not as easy as it sounds. it is the bane of my existence

it’s evident that you’re stalling out of your way with this one but you just need oNE success and that’s it!!! one win to woo jungkook from his feet and then you’d stop

tae has already shut you up too because you keep talking about how your day went when you already is set four times before that

and it must’ve been a lucky first time because you absolutely nAIL it on the first try!!!

you honestly thought you’d land square on your ass and see bruises on it later in the shower but N-O!! you’ve done it perfectly and-

jungkook’s not looking

he didn’t see your feat!!

or maybe he didn’t see it because he chosE not to!!!

maybe doing a kickflip is nothing impressive and it’s obvious that he’s a pro at this compared to you who’s even more of a novice that makes taehyung look like a god

you can’t have that :((

ok ok hOW can you impress jungkook

there must be something you could do to impress him!!

omg

that’s it

this is practically perfect!!

you’re gonna do your first drop-in at a pipe that is nowhere gOOD for a beginner like you :D

one, two, th-

“easy, doll.”

jungkook materializes out of nowhere and you expected him to be skating at the far end!! not mere inches away from your face holding your hANDS

this is the first time you’ve seen jungkook actually this close and you just have this urge to kiss his cheek

he has you whipped for him and he hasn’t even done anything to you!!!

“not the best idea to go down an eight-foot tall half-pipe for your first time, hm?”

he scrunches his nose at your absurd thoughts because absolutely wHY would you do that??

how could you fall in love with him even mORE

“do the two-feet tall one first. go have taehyung teach you.”

the grin in your face goes as fast as it came

no offense to taehyung but he’s not the one your head-over-heels for :((

practically everyone knows about your crush on jungkook BESIDES jungkook himself

you’re tapping tae on the shoulder to come and teach you while you just watch kook shred it at the other side of the park by himself

it’s okay!! progress is progress and you’re gonna get far with jungkook!!

going to the skatepark right after work is now your new routine

sometimes you even come with yoongi when he’s free and he takes all his time to gloat on how you used to make fun of him when he was skating avidly back then

that gives you a grand total of three (3) people teaching you how to skate and giving you pointers

jungkook also now holds conversation from time to time :D

he’d ask you how your day went and you’d have to pretend that you didn’t wait for him to ask so you’re not spilling detail after detail

he now does this thing of pinching your cHEEK when you get something right

your heart after doing an ollie goes bEEP when he pinches your cheek and tells you eagerly that you did such a good job

yoongi’s laid off his teasing for you and jungkook but god he can’t deny that he gets these weird vibes from him

eh it’s probably nothing

today you’re especially excited because it was an outfit that you just bought and you feel gREAT in it!!!

tbh your day was the absolute worst but jungkook is always a great pick-me-up to whatever day you could have :)

a tennis skirt with shorts already built underneath is the greatest save of ur life

it’s a little on the more expensive side because it IS a name-brand and those don’t come cheap but it’s ok :D it’s gonna be worth it :D it better be :D

oh uhm

jungkook seems different today.... ?

you were used to him looking intimidating and mad even if he wasn’t, but this time it just felt emphasized even more

taehyung’s here but he’s not the only one!!! there’s two guys with jungkook on the other side of the ramp

“those are his friends, i guess?? i don’t know, he hasn’t introduced them to me.”

so you’re nOT the only one who’s lost

jungkook will probably come around later and you could all hang out again :))

chimmy happily chuffs at your side and that just gives taehyung the most wonderful idea he’s ever had this day

“hEY which one of us do you think could out-skate chimmy???”

jungkook is utterly and without a doubt stressed

he knew that hoseok and namjoon would come over, but he didn’t expect that they’d visit him while he was in the park!!!!

and he already knows what they’re here for and that just makes him grimace :((

“why don’t you want to go pro?”

koo’s ears feel like bleeding when hobi asks him that for the nth time

god it’s always just the sAME question!! he could practically sniff the air on what they’re gonna say next

“jungkook, i think we all know that you’re more than qualified to be a pro!! look at you!!”

it’s the same conversation over and over again

the next things they’d say are that he’s a natural and he’s wasting all his talent doing this thing cASUALLY

he’s not the next tony hawk or anything like that!!! he’s not gonna book a sponsorship and a collaboration with vans!!! but hobi and joon kEEP insisting that he’s that good

“hyung, i think we’ve already talked about this-...”

“yes and you refusE to listen!! why can’t you just accept the fact that you have a much better future in this??”

jungkook’s currently a freelance graphic designer which means he works from home and he’s in charge of his oWN schedule

but it doesn’t necessarily mean that every single day he gets a new commission or anything grand like that

he’s gonna be honest and say that yES he has thought of being a pro skater!! but he’s trying to be as rational as possible about it

because not every competition would be a win and not competitions don’t happen as frequent as a typical job is!!

and what iF jungkook gets injured?? something of an injury that would lay him off from skating

and being unable to skate??? = he basically gets nOTHING

he feels pressures because hobi and joon are pro skaters already!! and that gives them all the more reason to make jungkook into one

not to flex but uh they’re both quite already kNOWN

and jungkook hasn’t even started his pro career but he’s already known!!! both by his skills and the fact that he’s friends with these two champions

“i literally do not care if you beat me!! just come take the leap and be a pRO already, jungkook!!! it’s a loss as it is that you still consider yourself an amateur.”

their words, not his

ok uhm what if

what if jungkook opens a skate clinic?? he can do what he loves and in the same time, earn money!!

... yeah

okay!

that could work!! and if he feels extra prepared, then yeah maybe he’d be a pro

or would a skate clinic be useless if he isn’t a pro by then???

oh my god

jungkook’s so frustrated with all this sudden bombarding and it makes him want to tug at his hair

as much as he loves his hyungs, sometimes they just can’t seem to know when to back oFF and realize that their nudging is more like shoving

“do something productive and worth your time, jungkook. stop babysitting.”

namjoon says with an edge and that tames jungkook

what makes it worse was what they were implying in the first place

hoseok doesn’t make it discreet to look at taehyung and you

“tae, tae, look!! i’m doing it, i’m doing it!!”

you’re saying over your shoulder because omg you’re getting the lead and chimmy’s slowed down for some reason

well actually taehyung’s took it upon himself to stop behind you

“guys?”

you get an immediate answer when you feel someone effectively hALT you still and you almost fall on your ass just by the sheer strength of someone holding you up

jungkook’s holding you down and his hands are quite heAVy on your arms

there’s this unexplainable look on his face but you’re positive that it’s not one of happiness

“you should probably stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”

to be honest you’re unsure of how to react

but the way that jungkook looks like he’s mad at you and retreats back to those two guys with a scoff in his step --

it’s enough

it’s truly enough for you to reevaluate every decision you’ve ever made

maybe it’s simply not just a bad day for you and a case of overthinking thigs,, and it’s perhaps the fact that he want you to stop

stop whatever that is happening

you probably must be frozen in place because chimmy bounds and pounces at you

you probably must’ve looked like an utter fool,, skating in a tennis skirt and trying to outrace a damn dog in a fucking skatepark,, right in front of jungkook and his friends

“y/n, you uh, y’okay?”

tae’s worried because there’s an instant shift to your mood and he could only assume what you were feeling

tears prick at the back of your eyes and that’s the signal for you to gather your things in a flash because the last thing you’d want is to cRY in front of him

“y-yeah! i’m gonna go home, tae. chimmy’s looking for yoongi.”

the dog in question tilts his head because w hat now,,,.,., wha t,.,. he is???

you learned that dogs could smell emotions and that makes you even sadder

chimmy was behaved the whole time; didn’t even try straying you around when he keeps seeing umbrellas on the street even if he loves them

you’re okay

you should be okay

....

there’s something definitely off

yoongi’s cleaned everything and did his share of chores

the tv is still mounted and the microwave’s clean!!

chimmy didn’t have a toilet accident because if he did, he would’ve already picked it up

there’s definitely something off with yOU

because first of all, why are you here???

“not coming to the park?”

if he can recall correctly, no matter how knackered you were after work, you’d still go to the skatepark!!

... not unless you were injured??

nah because if you were injured then you’d be whining to him now

“nope :)”

you’re lying on the couch where he usually lies nowadays because you weren’t around!!

and you’re drinking from your mug that he’s claimed as his mug

and chimmy’s squished in between the tiny gap of you and the far edge of the couch

“and why?”

he’s always had answers for everything but his mind’s bLANK for this

“wanna spend time with you guys :)”

okay

that’s gotta be the answer, right???

this is definitely weird

for starters, it’s already 11 PM and jungkook’s still in the skatepark and he’s not even skating anymore

he’s just waiting

weird... you aren’t here.......

aH it’s nothing :D you’re probably just tired and didn’t want to go skate

oh and.. you’re not here the next day

or the next

or the nEXT

jungkook spends almost the entirety of his time in the park

he goes there at 3 in the afternoon and comes home at 11 in the evening

no big deal

half of the time is just spent him actually skating and the other is figuring out wHERE you are

uh maybe you’ve started to take ubers now every time you come home??

you’re not walking home anymore and the car would pass by the skatepark and jungkook wouldn’t have a single clue where you are

it’s also this time that it dawns on him that he has no means whatsoever to contact you

he didn’t ask for your number and didn’t exchange socials so he could only gUESS

he can’t come over to your apartment either because he hasn’t walked you home and therefore he wouldn’t know your address

holy shit he’s so dumb and jungkook misses you a lot

like a whole whole lot

he misses you holding onto his shoulders for support and misses your excited grin whenever you nail a trick and had a perfect run

there’s nothing that jungkook could dO besides wait

and miss you so much

and mope

kook doesn’t want to give up and miss a day because what iF you pass by when he’s not there???

he can’t have that and he wON’t have that

he’s just so antsy and he hasn’t had his fix of chimmy bounding towards him and the malamute intentionally pouncing on him whenever he’d drop-in so he could lose his balance

he just needs to see you and your duffel bag and the precious yet beat-up wristwatch you have and-

WAIT

THAT’S YOU!!!

jungkook’s brought his perfume the past few days because he wouldn’t want to be aND smell sweaty when he sees you again

he’s wearing a shirt this time and nOT a hoodie and it’s actually a nice shirt!! the pale orange makes his tattoos pop

he’s also wearing a watch so he could look business-ish and composed and he kinda hATES watches because uhhhh you ever heard of a phone, buddy??

you’re walking striaght and paying no mind at all and to your surrounding and-

there’s suddenly this cRASH in front of you and it makes you recall in response because that came out of nowhere

... and this feels oddly familiar

only this time though, it’s intentional and it’s jungkook who literally tHREW his skateboard down on the spot in front of you

“y/n? wow, what a coincidence!”

you didn’t expect to see jungkook as soOn as you anticipated that he wouldn’t be here

he laughs nervously and he tries not to overanalyze the fact that your face is blank

“yup. totally.”

you’re avoiding his gaze and meanwhile he’s searching desperately for yours

what is he feeling and why is it hurt and longing at the same time

“can i walk you home?”

the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even ponder over them longer

“i uh, i rEALLY can’t believe i never asked to walk you home!! or even ask for your number!!! but uHhhh it’s late at night and to be honest i don’t have your number and i just need to know that you’re safe and-”

he stops his rambling right there because he realizes that he’s a stuttering nervous mess

you’re a bit speechless because normally you’re the chatty one but this one.,.,,. this one’s a pleasant surprise

“yeah, yeah. okay :)”

he can’t believe either that you agreed to it but he’s immediately gathering himself and swoops your duffel for him to hold

he’s not gonna entertain a single complaint <3

it’s not exactly the most tensioned silence ever but it’s definitely nOT comfortable

“why didn’t you come to the park?”

okay well sHIT you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward

wait no

you shouldn’t be surprised!! after all, he probably did mean what he said the last time you’ve seen him

what are u gonna say now

well you coulD say that you’re busy and he’d probably fall for it!!

or reiterate the truth that he’s implied and say it with a straight face

“oh. i started intentionally falling on my ass because i missed you,” jungkook spills out of nowhere while waiting for your answer and he now realizes that might’ve been a little awkward

after all he dID admit that he missed you

ahem

“did i uhm... did i say something?”

he rephrases his question and he knows that this was the more appropriate one

your coping mechanism is to kick on the ground as if there were leaves and there are absolutely nO leaves <3

“jungkook, you told me to stop.”

he blinks rapidly at that as he tries to digest your words

he’s trying to backtrack as much as possible and it wasn’t that!!

he simply doesn’t wanna see you hurt

“i can’t explain it but holy shiT i can’t see you hurt!! a-and i know that being hurt in skating is normal but for sOME reason i can’t stand it when i see you in pain o-or-...”

jungkook just can’t explaiN what he feels

“i just -- i just don’t gEt why you’d want to be hurt?? whY are you doing this to yourself??”

you find him ridiculous and this whole situation is just rIDICULOUS

“jesus christ jungkook i did it to try and impress a guy!!”

that earns you a snort and you immediately go defensive

he seems irked and his eyes are just beGGING to be rolled

“who?? taehyung?? the guy who would’ve wiped you out if he did end up hitting you on the head with the deck just a little harder??”

“what? taehyung???” you’re so confused and jungkook hates it even more, “yeah, taehyung!!”

“i like you, jungkook!”

o-oh

uhm

a.....ha

“me?”

he points to himself to which you eagerly nod your head to

“can you excuse me for one second?”

he barely gives you the time to respond because he’s already walking away and biting his arm

he’s actually sCREAMING

you throw your head back because omg did the two of you just basically admit that you liked each other

jungkook jogs back to where you stand a presses a hefty kISS right on your cheek

he’s on too much of a high that he holds your hand and practically drags you along with him because he’s almost skIPPING from how happy he is

“okay. good. nice. very good!!!” he could now sigh in relief because whEW that robbed him off his breath

“because i fell for you when i first saw you.”

jungkook basically has nO filter now and it’s adorable because god he’s just so soft and you now know what’s going and this wouldn’t be just whatever

“huh. imagine if yOU fell for me too at the same time,,,, that would make me piss my pants.”

he cackles because wow he dO be funny :D

he’s turning to look at you to gauge at your reaction and the waY that you’re holding your eye contact with him is all-telling for your answer

oh my god

jungkook is wrapped around your pinky :’)

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spaceygracey said:Hi there!!~💕🥰 How do you think the each of bucci gang boys would want to spend a lazy with their s/o 💕😘

a/n: hiii gracey!! thank you for sending a suggestion! i had a lot of fun thinking up of things these dorks would do with their s/os, i hope you enjoy!

Bucci gang and their s/o on a lazy day

Don Giorno Giovanna

Technically speaking, Giorno doesn’t have “lazy days.” Being the Don of Passione requires Giorno’s full and undivided attention, he just simply doesn’t have time off like he used to when he was younger. He’s also very goal-driven, he will not stop until his dreams have come to fruition.

That being said, those lazy days have strictly moved to what he likes to call “vacations.” Also known as: he likes to mess around with people sometimes and call off a day to relax simply because he can. Got a day full of meetings and doesn’t want to deal with them? He’ll tell Mista to hold them off for tomorrow. Besides, a day off with you sounds wonderful right now.

Giorno would stroll with you in Naples, partly to see how much the city’s changed since he became Don and also to be with you again. He’s got a pretty big sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so he knows the local sweets shops by heart. He never got to indulge when he was a child, so he wants to take advantage of that whenever possible.

He’ll gladly share anything he buys with you. Normally he’s keen on keeping them to himself but he’ll make an exception for you. Mista gets upset about it all the time because he always wants a bite.

However, his favorite part of all is the beach. Very big on nature, always has been. He loves the sound of water hitting the sandy shores of Naples as the two of you converse over whatever’s been on your mind. He just enjoys being in your presence.

Bruno Bucciarati

For Bruno, catching him on a lazy day is rare. As Capo, he has to keep up not only with his work but also his appearance, which unfortunately bleeds into his daily life. The man’s worth ethic is ridiculously high too, so it’s difficult to get him to take a day off.

With his s/o, he’s more willing to take a day off to catch up with himself and focus on you two more. He’s an early riser, so he’ll go ahead and make breakfast for you.

Fishing is his biggest comfort hobby. Besides, it’s what he’s grown up with, the inner workings of fishing are nothing but natural to him.

He'll definitely want to show you how to fish, he gets oddly eager when he talks about fishing. You’ll see him all decked out in fishing gear. It's so different from his usual attire, yet he's looking at you gleefully like he's a kid all over again. It’s a good change of pace.

Bruno will gently guide you with his hands, sensual touches are everything to him. If you catch something, he acts like you just won the lottery. He'd tell you all about the fish too, he knows the fish in Naples like the back of his hand.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio will refuse to leave the house. He doesn’t even want to see people. You know it’s a lazy day for him when you walk into the kitchen to get breakfast and you see him already there: messy hair, no makeup, and a cup of coffee in hand.

He’s normally so uptight about his appearance, seeing him in this state lets you know that he can be vulnerable around you. Abbacchio trusts that he can be genuine with you in private, so he’s more willing to have lazy days with you.

He doesn’t really have anything particular in mind either. Whatever he’s doing during the day depends on you. You want to stay in bed all day and bang? No problems there. Anything low maintenance is fine with him, just don’t make him clean.

Abbacchio would love to do his makeup with you. Drinking a glass of wine, messing with each other’s faces while a cheesy 80’s movie plays in the background is the perfect lazy day for him. He would order takeout, there’s no way he’d be in the mood to cook something.

In the evening, he’d want nothing more than to cuddle with you on the couch quietly while playing records, usually opera or relaxing music. He likes to be the big spoon, arms wrapped around your waist tightly to secure you. Eventually, the two of you would drift off to sleep in each other’s arms peacefully.

Guido Mista

Mista would not want to get out of bed unless he really had to. He'd rather be with you and just talk about whatever's on his mind, which are usually random ass theories about food or something.

He’d rub your back, hold you close, plant a couple kisses here and there. He craves your touch, which you happily comply. In the middle of his rambling he’ll suddenly go, “You know I love you so much, right?”

Mista’s also going to be pretty much wearing nothing but his boxers the whole day, can’t be bothered to change. He’s still very warm though.

If by chance you two do get out of bed, he’s sticking by your side. He’ll also order takeout for you both or eat leftovers you both had, since neither of you are in the mood to cook anything.

You two would be lounging on the couch while watching a movie, Clint Eastwood. He’s very big on cuddling, always has his arm around you, just quietly enjoying the movie and your time together.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia LOVES lazy days. This man sleeps in until noon for sure, and he’s gonna be out. He’s stuck to you like Velcro too, there’s no getting out of his grasp.

Once he is awake, he sounds so sleepy it’s absolutely adorable. He’ll groan if you try to move, you’re practically his personal heater. He’ll say something along the lines of “Can we just stay in today…? Please?” which you cave in because he was just so damn cute, you couldn’t say no.

Expect you two not to leave his room much. Aside from getting food from the kitchen, you two will be either playing video games or he’ll show you some tricks he learned on his guitar. He still wants to show you that he’s a cool guy, after all.

That’s where he likes to win you over in bets, everything is a bet. One moment he’ll say, “Betcha I can beat this level in less than a minute” and the other he’ll go, “Betcha I can catch this popcorn in my mouth”, he’ll even say something like “If I win this round I get a kiss.”

He may not win all the time, but he knows you love him regardless! He’s just happy he has someone to cheer him on.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo usually takes his days off to catch up on things he’s been meaning to do, which typically consists of cleaning, reading, or catching up on the news, local or national. He needs something to keep his brain active, so he’s always looking for new things to learn.

One of those new things he’s been meaning to grasp is cooking. That’s where you come in to help! Maybe he could learn a thing or two with you. It gives him something good to focus on rather than dwelling on potentially harming others.

He will get pissed if he’s not fully understanding a recipe. Luckily, you’re patient with him so things can calm down before it gets worse. He trusts your judgment too, so thankfully he listens to you.

Sooner or later, the dish is finished, and it didn’t turn out that bad! Fugo’s pretty pleased with himself, and happy that you had a good time learning the recipe with him.

Afterwards, you two would have a little book club. Both of you would pick a book to read and have a chat about it later. Fugo loves hearing your thoughts, good or bad. He’s glad he gets to spend his time with you doing the things he loves, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Togashi's Comments from the Table of Contents (1990-1994)

WSJ #17 to WSJ #26 (1991) Volume 3: Chapters 18 to 26

ᐊ Volume 2: Chapters 9 to 17 Volume 4: Chapters 27 to 35 ᐅ

1991

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°17 (April 15, 1991)

★ Chapter 18 (Colored Chapter). "The New Mission!!" (新たなる使命!!の巻, "Aratanaru Shimei!!")

Table of Contents:

“My first “part-color” after a long time, what did you think? I'll keep it in mind for future reference, so please send me fan letters!” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 久びさのパートカラーいかがでしたか？今後の参考にしますので、F・L (ファンレター) よろしくね〜！！〈義博〉

T/N: In the old days, in addition to pages in full color, there used to be the "part-color” chapters. It is a technique that leaves out certain colors. It's like a cross between monochrome and color, except that certain colors are emphasized and the rest is rendered as monochrome. You can get a better idea by looking at Botan’s picture above, shades of red were added to highlight some parts. It’s also worth reading Togashi commentary on the Yu Yu Hakusho Artbook. He made some remarks about the coloring process and even revealed his brother, Hideaki Togashi, helped him with the backgrounds from this chapter.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°18 (April 22, 1991)

★ Chapter 19. "Action!" (出動!!の巻, "Shutsudō!!")

Table of Contents:

“The first volume of the Jump Comics will finally be released on April 10th. It's interesting to read the chapters all together. By all means, please take a look!” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 いよいよ4月10日にJC第1巻が発売。まとめて読むと面白いから、ぜひぜひよろしく！〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°19 (April 29, 1991)

★ Chapter 20. "The Deadly Trio!!" (三匹の妖怪!!の巻, "Sambiki no yōkai!!")

Table of Contents:

“With the arrival of spring, my low back pain seems to have completely healed. However, I'm so busy at this time that I don't have time to go out.” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 春の訪れとともに腰痛はどうやら完治。だけど、今度は忙しくて外出する暇がないよ〜っ〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°20 (May 6, 1991)

★ Chapter 21. "The Muncher of Souls!!" (魂を喰う男!!の巻, "Tamashii o Kū Otoko!!")

Table of Contents:

“I’ve just played two games of bowling for the first time in a long time, and my score dropped by 70. Shameful...!” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 ひさびさに2ゲームだけボーリングをやったら、スコアが70も落ちてた。なさけない…！〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°21・22 (May 13・20, 1991)

★ Chapter 22. "What Binds a Mother and Son!!" (母と子の絆!!の巻, "Haha to Ko no Kizuna!!")

Table of Contents:

“At the time of writing the manuscript for this issue, our Hanshin Tigers still had only one win. Today, as well, is another day of perseverance...” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 この号の原稿をかいている時点で、我が阪神はまだ1勝。今日もやっぱり忍耐の日々か…〈義博〉

T/N: Togashi is a fan of bowling and baseball. In an article published in the V JUMP November 1992, he told about scoring 240 points in bowling and naming his tropical fishes after Hanshin’s players.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°23 (May 27, 1991)

★ Chapter 23. "Hiei of the Evil Eye!!" (邪眼師·飛影!!の巻, "Jaganshi - Hiei!!")

Table of Contents:

“The second volume of the comic will be published on the 10th of June. Along with the first volume which is now on sale with great reviews, I hope you will continue to support us.” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 コミックスの2巻めは、6月の10日刊売。絶賛発売中の1巻共どもよろしくお願いします〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°24 (June 3, 1991)

★ Chapter 24. "The Fearsome, Gruesome Binding Curse!!" (恐怖の呪縛獄!!の巻, Kyōfu no Jubakugoku!!")

*Yu Yu Hakusho is on the cover of this issue*

To learn about Botan’s hands on this cover, please check “The story behind Botan’s two left hands”.

▼ The illustration below, later used as cover of volume 3, was designed by Togashi in this issue to the Weekly Shounen Jump “7th Catch Phrase Grand Prix”. The winner was a 17-year old from Aichi Prefecture. The phrase written by Togashi on Yusuke’s long-hemmed tokkoufuku combat uniform is “Gokuraku- Oujou” (極楽往生). It means something like “peaceful dead” or “rebirth in paradise”. It’s a Buddhism/Hinduism concept in which Gokuraku is said to be a place where body and feeling are away from pain and only the basis of happiness exists.

Table of Contents:

“I watched the Giants-Hanshin game at the Tokyo Dome over the consecutive holidays. It's been a while since I've been to a baseball game, I was tired from all the excitement...” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 連休に東京ドームで巨人阪神戦をみてきました。久びさの野球観戦、興奮した分疲れた…〈義博〉

T/N: The consecutive holidays is the “Golden Week” (from end of April to early May). The June issue of the magazine is published in May.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°25 (June 10, 1991)

★ Chapter 25. "Operation: Infiltrate!!" (潜入捜査開��!!の巻, "Sen'nyū Sōsa Kaishi!!" )

Table of Contents:

“The second volume of the comic will be released on June 10th. It's even more interesting to read them all together. I appreciate your support!!” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 コミックスの2巻めは、6月10日に発売。まとめて読むと一段とおもしろい。ヨロシク！！〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°26 (June 17, 1991)

★ Chapter 26. "The Cursed Forest!!" (魔性の森!!の巻, "Mashō no Mori!!")

Table of Contents:

“I had a fever when I was writing the manuscript for this issue, it was very difficult. Thanks to it, I couldn’t take a rest.” - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 この号の原稿執筆時に発熱してしまって、大変でした。おかげで休みなしになりました。〈義博〉

*On September 10, 1991, Volume 3 (Chapters 18 to 26) was published!*

▼ Togashi’s comment from the dust jacket of volume 3. Translation by VIZ Media.

ᐊ Volume 2: Chapters 9 to 17 Volume 4: Chapters 27 to 35 ᐅ

#weekly shounen jump #table of contents #yoshihiro togashi #chapters 18-26 #yu yu hakusho volume 3 #weekly shounen jump17-26 1991

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Twisted Wonderland: Floyd Leech Birthday Suit-up (SSR) - Voice Lines + Personal Story

Voice Lines

SSR Summoning Quote: Today, me n’ Jade are the stars of the show~ You’re looking forward to giving us presents, right? Summoning Line: Hey, isn’t it a landweller tradition to sing a birthday song? Then let’s hop to it. Start on three, okay? Groovy: Thanks for celebrating with me. I’ll give you lotsa interesting things on your birthday, Shrimpy. Set Home: Happy Birthday to me! I’m excited to see what kinda birthday this’ll be. Home Idle 1: Azul shined my shoes for me, so I wanted to put ‘em on right away. Look, they’re so shiny you can see your reflection in ‘em. Isn’t it great? Home Idle 2: I got a lot of birthday presents from my parents. But the dorm rooms are small so they stopped sending big ones. Hmph~ Home Idle 3: *yawn*...... All the excitement’s making me sleepy. Wonder if I should go get someone to gimme a present to stay awake. Home Login: Can you guess who the first person who wished me happy birthday was? The correct answer is…… Jade! Every year we’re the first to wish each other happy birthday. Home Idle Groovy: Shrimpy, isn’t that plate bad for serving food? Fufu, it’s okay, you don’t have to start over. It’s funnier this way. Home Tap 1: Professor Knifejaw said that since it’s my birthday, if I don’t do my homework, he’ll give me extra “presents.” He’s so meaaaan. Home Tap 2: Otter gave me a percussion instrument from the Land of Hot Sands! He also gave Jade a string instrument, and the main color on them matches our hair. Home Tap 3: I pestered Goldfish for a gift and he gave me a shoehorn even though he was super mad. It’s even engraved with an F! It matches Jade’s. Aha! Home Tap 4: Sea-snake and Crabby hit me with pies at club practice. It was lotsa fun in the end, with everyone throwing them at each other~ Home Tap 5: What is it, you curious about my brooch? It’s got the same design on it as the shoes I wear with my dorm uniform~ It almost looks like it was shrunk down by magic. Home Tap Groovy: Hey, what’re hiding behind your back? Aha, you’re so obvious, acting all suspicious like that. Go ahead and hand your present over now.

Personal Story

Birthday Suit-up Chapter 1

Happy Birthday, Floyd Leech

-Octavinelle Dorm - Birthday Party Venue-

NRC School Newspaper Special Edition Interview with the Birthday Boy ~Floyd Edition~

> —Happy Birthday.

Floyd: Oh, you came to wish us well, too, Shrimpy. Thanks~

Please tell us how you feel after celebrating.

Floyd: It was real lively and suuuuuuper fun. We’ve had parties at our parents’ house, but it was never this boisterous. I liked how this one wasn’t so stiff n’ stuffy.

—I’ve heard that you always have sweets in your room; is that true?

Floyd: Huh? Isn’t it obvious, Shrimpy? Even if you eat dinner, dontcha get hungry before bed? It’s ‘cause both me n’ Jade are still growing.

—What are your favorite sweets?

Floyd: Mmm, it kinda depends on my mood that day…… A while back I used to really like peppermint candy. A week ago it was melon soda-flavored gummies…… and yesterday it was almond biscotti. I think chewiness matters more than flavor when it comes to the stuff I like. I also like stuff I can only find on land. If you find some rare treats, lemme know will ya, Shrimpy?

I will. Semi-related— what’s your favorite food?

Floyd: That would be~...... takoyaki! Oh, do you know what takoyaki is? Eh, you don’t know, Shrimpy? I didn’t expect the people at school to know, but you’re like a walking dictionary, aren’t ya? Just the other day, after the Mostro Lounge closed, me n’ Jade got together with some other Octavinelle guys and ate some. They’re pretty hard to flip when you’re making them, but I’ve done it so many times I’m reallyyyy good at it now. Also, even though it’s called takoyaki, if you use other ingredients for the filling, you’ll never get bored of it.

What kinds of ingredients have you tried?

Floyd: First was shrimp and cheese! Then sausages, then oysters....... Tomato, broccoli, shoots, fresh cream, chocolate, anchovies, potato salad, and konjac......

You’ve sure tried a lot of things.

Floyd: Yeah, I have. In the end, it turns into a game of who can make one with the weirdest combination…… They all turn out so bad it’s funny! I ate everything properly ‘cause Azul got mad that we made all that gross food. Next time, I’ll invite you too, Shrimpy. It’s a promise.

Birthday Suit-up Chapter 2

—You often leave your collar open; do you have difficulty keeping it closed?

Floyd: I wouldn’t say it’s difficult, just annoying. Just ‘cause I’m good at squeezing people, doesn’t mean I like being squeezed, ya’know? When I first got on land, I didn’t like clothes either. It felt like there was seaweed clinging to my body all the time. And on top of that, you gotta wash your clothes every time you wear them, right? I wondered why humans would bother with such a troublesome thing. But now I like picking out my clothes. Being able to wear lotsa different colors is fun. Shrimpy, did you know? Even if it’s a flashy color on land, it’ll look dark under the sea. Besides, with stuff like clothes, shoes, accessories…… It’s fun to get all dressed up on land. But I get in trouble when I buy a bunch of stuff and load it all up in the room. ‘Cause Jade cleans the room, we got a lot of empty space, so I asked him if I could use it for my stuff, but he cut down my request with a single, “No.” Ahhhh. I wonder if I can use another dorm room for storage.

Is there anything you like to collect?

Floyd: Eh~? Well, Jade likes collecting plants, and Azul likes collecting coins, but…… I tried collecting stuff, but I got bored of it…… Oh, I guess there’s that. I don’t really collect them, but I did buy stuff with moray eels on them.

What kinds of things did you buy?

Floyd: A T-shirt with a loose sketch of one, and a mascot keychain with a goofy face. Because there’s a legend that says the Sea Witch has super-competent moray eels as henchmen, in the sea eels have a kinda rough image attached to them. They’re carnivorous fish, after all. But it’s really weird how moray eel merch sold on land is strangely cute. I wonder if that’s how eels appear to humans. Anyway, I gave the T-shirt I bought to Jade and he happily put it on. Aha. But Azul said, “Don’t you dare go out wearing that.” Even though it’s soooooo cute, isn’t he so mean~?

Birthday Suit-Up Chapter 3

—Which do you prefer - your human form or your merman form?

Floyd: When I first got into my human form, I didn’t know how to move my tail fin- er, legs- and my body felt so heavy…… “I swear I’m gonna turn back into a merman and jump into the sea right now,” is what I was thinking. But lately I’ve been thinking this form isn’t so bad. There are only fish and merfolk in the Coral Sea, but there are lotsa different types of people in the school. So it’s not boring at all. Also…… it’s fun being on land ‘cause I can do stuff like play basketball and dance. Recently, I’ve gotten suuuuper into parkour.

What’s parkour?

Floyd: Oh, you don’t know? It’s when you do stuff like kick off of handrails and walls or climb buildings…… It’s a sport where you head for a goal while keeping your movement as fluid as possible even if there are obstacles.

It sounds difficult.

Floyd: I guess I’ve never really thought of it as easy or hard. I’ve always liked doing obstacle races since I was a kid.

You have obstacle races under the sea……?

Floyd: Yeah. The goal is to swim through a sunken ship on a fixed route. The inside of the sunken ships are broken all over, which makes it complicated to get around since there’s lots of stuff that gets in the way while you’re swimming. You gotta avoid obstacles with minimal movement so you don’t lose your speed while swimming. Then, the one who reaches the goal first wins! ……See, it’s kinda like parkour, right? That’s why I like it. I’m happy I learned to do something new, and it’s fun ‘cause it’s like swimming on land. There’s no set way to avoid stuff or head to a goal, so I guess you could say it’s really…… free? I hate when there’s stupid stiff rules...... Oh, that reminds me, there was a day a while back where I overslept, and when I got to class through a window using parkour, the professor got suuuuuper mad at me. I tried real hard not to be late, so shouldn’t I get praised instead? Next time I’ll try not to get caught. Aha.

Thank you very much for sharing so much with us. And happy birthday, again.

*For those unaware, Floyd nicknames everyone after aquatic creatures. (Barred) Knifejaw is Crewel, (Sea) Otter is Kalim, Goldfish is Riddle, Sea-snake is Jamil, Crab/Crabby is Ace, Shrimp/Shrimpy is Yuu/the protagonist.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #floyd leech #jade leech #.......sorta. by proxy.#octavinelle #my translations #long post

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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If You Just Realize

Part One: Blindsided

Summary: Sebastian’s close friend stands by his side as he and his family say a sad goodbye and face new obstacles in the days and weeks to come. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1900 Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language. Happy Reading!

Dismal notes sounded together in morbid harmony throughout the church as funeral attendees greeted each other in the lobby. The people filed together toward the sanctuary, offering condolences to the family as they passed. Sebastian did his best to be cordial, but between his grief and looking out for the one other person he needed to be there, he feared he wasn’t doing so well interacting with the guests.

“Calma, Sebastian,” his mother soothed, rubbing a hand over his back before she went to accept the outstretched hand of another guest. “Y/N will be here. She said she will be here, she will be here.”

Sebastian nodded and gave the next person in line a tight, sad smile. He knew that Y/N would be there; she always was when he asked for her support. The unexpected circumstances of his life, however, made him anxious for her presence.

In the last few days, Sebastian had thought often of a song released sometime around his senior year of high school. The real troubles in life, the spoken-word song warned, are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at four P.M. on some idle Tuesday. The hour was earlier than four in the afternoon, but it was a Tuesday when he received the call telling him that his sister Irina had been involved in a fatal car accident on her way to work that morning. The doctors had been optimistic taking her into surgery, but her injuries were more extensive than the hospital staff had been able to read on x-rays and CT scans. While on the operating table, Irina’s heart stopped. The surgeon had been unable to restart the organ.

A pleasantly feminine, floral scent invaded his nostrils as soft fingers intertwined with his, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked to his side to see Y/N Y/L/N next to him. Her eyes met his, and she squeezed his hand.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Seb. LaGuardia was a disaster.”

He leaned to kiss her cheek. “Don’t apologize. Thank you for coming. I’m not sure I could have done this without you.”

“Even if you could, I wouldn’t have let you,” she returned.

Finally, the last of the guests had filed into the sanctuary, and the family could take their places at the front. Sebastian’s mother stepped out of line to hug Y/N and thank her also for being there. Y/N replied in Romanian, something she had learned after becoming friends with Sebastian all those years ago. She wasn’t fluent, but she could comfortably hold a conversation.

“Trebuia să fiu aici.” She had to be there, not from a sense of obligation, but because she wanted to support Sebastian and his family in whatever way she could.

When they were all seated, Sebastian between his mother and Y/N, and his stepfather on the other side of his mother, the priest began the service. Sebastian hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand since she had intertwined their fingers when she arrived. Occasionally, he would squeeze her hand, and she squeezed back every time. If he needed the reminder that she was there, then she would give it.

After the eulogy and the singing and the praying had all wrapped up, Sebastian stepped out of the pew with the other pallbearers to carry his sister’s casket to the church parking lot where the hearse was waiting to take her to the cemetery. He clenched his jaw in an effort to hold back the tears glazing over his eyes.

Y/N walked behind his mother and stepfather in the processional out of the sanctuary but hung back with the crowd when the walked to the car at the front of the line of cars. Georgeta turned and motioned for her to join.

“We know what you mean to my Sebastian,” the older woman assured. “Irina would want you with us as much as possible today.”

Y/N gave her a tight smile and followed the family into the black limousine. Sebastian joined them a couple of minutes later, sliding onto the seat beside her. He took her hand again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he told her quietly as the driver pulled out of the church lot.

She nodded once. “Your mother said Irina would want it this way. I was going to ride with someone else, or take a cab.”

“No, you should be here with us. Mom’s right, Irina would want it this way. But I mean here. For the whole thing.”

She squeezed his hand and held his gaze. “Seb. There’s no way I wasn’t going to be here. I’m around as long as you need me to be, okay?”

He swallowed down the lump in his throat and kissed her forehead. Besides his mother and his sister, no woman was close to him like Y/N. They had become friends when they both had bit parts in the same movie, extremely early on in their careers. The friendship had clicked so easy, they kept in touch and grew closer as the years went on. The media had speculated for years that they were more than friends, but romance had never been a part of their relationship.

After the burial, the day was only partially over. Sebastian was ready to go home and rest, but there was a whole wake to get through yet. He hoped the gathering would pass quickly and maybe he wouldn’t be required to interact with too many people.

Guests were busy eating the well-catered food, which gave him the opportunity to visit more with his mother and stepfather. Y/N had gone to the bathroom to freshen up, giving his mother the opportunity to bring up an issue that she hadn’t wanted to stress her son over until they got through the burial.

“Irina and I talked once about what to do if something like this happened,” Georgeta began. “It was not long after the baby was born. She was supposed to get it in writing, make it all legal. But she was going to school, raising her daughter. She didn’t get it done. And now …”

Sebastian licked his lips and picked up his water glass. “Now it’s too late.”

Georgeta nodded. “She wanted you to take Milena.”

Some mechanism in the swallowing process malfunctioned when his mother made the announcement. He coughed and attempted to clear his throat without causing too much of a scene. He had all but recovered when Y/N returned to the table.

“Everything all right?” she asked, patting him a couple of times on the back. Nobody said anything. She raised her brow, waiting for Sebastian to come clean.

Before he could answer, the sound of little feet running in their direction put a halt to the conversation. A little girl in a black dress with curly pigtails was rushing towards them, her arms outstretched.

“Uncle Seb!”

“Milena!” Sebastian exclaimed, stepping out of his chair and swooping the toddler up into his arms. Her chubby little hands squeezed his face so that his lips puckered like a fish. Sebastian laughed and switched his hold to balance her on his hip. “I’m so glad you’re here, munchkin. I missed you.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered, “Miss you.”

Georgeta and Anthony greeted the little girl, but she refused to be held by anyone except Sebastian. Once her grandmother and grandfather were distracted in conversation by the woman who had brought Milena to the reception, the girl pointed to Y/N.

“Uncle Seb, who that is?”

Sebastian smiled and sat with Milena so that she could be closer to eye level with Y/N. “This is my very good friend, Y/N. You met her before, but you were a tiny baby, so you probably don’t remember.”

Y/N smiled kindly at the little girl. “Hello, Milena. Your Uncle Seb told me you were pretty. I like your dress — you look just like a princess.”

That was all it took to win the little girl over. She settled comfortably on Seb’s lap while they adults spoke, smiling often at Y/N and asking a couple questions here and there. Y/N was making faces in an effort to make Milena laugh, and distract her from the somewhat heated conversation that seemed to be erupting between the woman who had brought Milena, Sebastian, and his parents. When the voices really got loud, Y/N reached out to take Milena.

“Are you hungry, princess? We can see what snacks are left at the food table.”

Milena went willingly, walking hand in hand with Y/N, who winked at Sebastian over her shoulder as they walked away. He gave her a grateful smile and turned back to his parents and Milena’s paternal grandmother, Alice.

“I know that Connor didn’t want to part of Milena’s life,” Alice was saying, “but that doesn’t mean Tim and I don’t want to be. My son’s choices are his own. I think we should explore the option of joint custody.”

Anthony sighed. “We don’t want to keep Milena from you, certainly, but Irina’s wishes were for her to be with her uncle. My daughter was very clear on the matter. Since Connor signed his rights away when the baby was born, I think it best that we honor what her mother wanted for her.”

“I can give her a very good life,” Sebastian interjected, “and you can see her whenever you like. I live right here in the city.”

Alice pursed her lips. “And when you’re working? I know you can afford to give her a good life, but there’s more to raising a child than the financial component.”

Sebastian bit his tongue. He had a lot to say, but none of it was kind or productive. None of it was going to help his case. He leaned back in his chair, letting his parents take over from there. As he glanced around the room, he saw Y/N and Milena standing by the food table. Both of them were smiling, and Milena was pointing to all the different things she wanted to try. Y/N held the plate with two hands as she crouched down so that Milena could pick up a grape in one hand and a cube of cheese in the other. Milena took a bite of the cheese then grinned up at Y/N, wrinkling her little nose.

The scene comforted him in a way he didn’t think was possible up to that moment. As he continued to watch his best friend and his niece interact, the seed of an idea was planted in Sebastian’s mind. He immediately told himself he was being ridiculous, but the thought tugged at his heartstrings and pulled on one end of his mouth, almost evoking a smile.

Y/N locked eyes with him as she followed Milena back to the table, a silent warning that any arguments needed to come to a stop. As the conversation between Alice and his parents didn’t seem to be slowing down, Sebastian pushed out of his chair and approached them.

“How about I take my two favorite girls to the park across the street? I know a little girl who loves to swing,” Sebastian smiled.

Milena clapped her sticky hands and reached for Sebastian to pick her up. He obliged, and once she had set Milena’s plate of snacks on the table, Y/N followed them out to the park.

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#marvelfluffbingo2020 #sebastian stan #fanfiction #reader insert #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian x reader #fluff #angst #drama #tw: death #queue and i remember budapest very differently

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selinakidreams · 4 years ago

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year six at hogsmeade

ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! This fic is for the @haikyuucreationsadm secret santa event! dedicated to @ichorizaki ! sol, I hope this gives you the warm fuzzies!

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

tags: harry potter au!, gn! reader, friends to lovers, yams is a lil over protective, fake dating (if you squint really really hard), yamaguchi’s pov !

a/n: no i do not hate the character i put as the slytherin (i’m not gonna spoil anything <3 teehee) i did it almost as an easter egg ...? like if you remember how yams reacted when he heard a certian thing come from his mouth,,,,,,, you’ll understand why- the clip was playing in my head on repeat while writing it lmao (super vauge ik but ah ha haa)

Both of your school capes sashae across the cold stoned floor as you two head to the one class you had together. The air was nippy; delicate flakes of snow danced around the sky until they landed on the ground. Yamaguchi hugged his books closer to his chest in hopes to ease the lack of warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you nuzzle into your silver and green scarf that was already bundled up to your nose.

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself- and when it comes to you, that word comes up in his head quite a lot.

Far from being his favorite class, Yamaguchi Tadashi had to get used to the defense against the dark arts course. It was very… out there for him in the beginning. By pushing his limits, it created a wave of self-consciousness that would wash over him, resulting in the feeling of incompetence. Thankfully you were there to encourage and support him, just as you had been since the day you guys met. It was something about your strength and determination- he learned that through the years when you had an idea, a goal, or a project in mind, you would see it through. It was so inspiring to young Yamaguchi, the little boy constantly cowering away from anything that seemed too much. He would constantly be picked on and could never speak the words that clogged his throat but then you came along with a single snarky remark to end all of theirs. There was no time between the moment he words left your lips and when your hand slipped into his- pulling him away from any sense of loneliness he would ever feel again. You were there for all the big moments, from when he first got his letter to him getting sorted into Gryffindor to him trying out for their quidditch team. You two had been absolutely inseparable and neither of you would change a thing.

Yamaguchi cherished walking to class with you- the way you fit so well in the environment… he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. His favorite version of you was in the winter because you just looked so much cozier. The dark colors of your house heavily contrasted against the bright sparkling snow that reflected natural light into the corridor. The pink that tinted the tips of your ears made his heart skip a beat. If it hadn't been for you stopping by the opened door way, he would have completely missed the entrance to the classroom because of his… observations. He motioned you go in first, your eyes crinkled in thanks as you stepped inside and he swears that you caused a heart palpitation.

It was your guy’s sixth year at Hogwarts and by far Tadashi's favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts course yet. The teacher, Remus Lupin, had such a way of teaching that it was not only fun and interactive, but also incredibly informative- the prime way for him to learn. He was so happy that Lupin’s tactics were sticking, this meant he didn't have to cling to you for help as he had previously; He was able to show you that he was capable of being strong on his own. Whenever you showed your delight at Tadashi’s progress, he only wanted to work harder.

“Hey so… after class, did you want to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink from Honeyduke’s? It’s all snowy out and it’s the perfect weather for something warm and comforting.” You grinned as the both of you took your seats, conveniently across from each other, the only thing that separated you two was a slim isle way. Yamaguchi turned to you with a small smile curving his lips, “Yea, sounds good but just remember I have practice later so I can't be out too la-“ his last word was cut off by an obnoxious scoff from the keeper from the Slytherin quidditch team.

“That was supposed to be our practice, you know. Daichi snatched up our usual practice time.” Koganegawa Kanji said snottily, judgmentally eyeing Tadashi up and down before turning his gaze to you. Suddenly there was a different type of look in his eyes, a bright one that showed that he believed he could secure all sorts of things… including you. “Those Gryffindors think they can take whatever they want, but I know what we're going to be taking. The win at our next game… which just so happens to be against Gryffindor. You’re going to be there, right y/n?” He practically beamed to you as he kept side-eyeing Yamaguchi.

Before you could even answer- before he could even realize what was coming out of his mouth- your shy, kind hearted, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Tadashi rolled his eyes and said, “Yea they’re going, they’re going to be screaming out my name when I catch that snitch.”

Your eyes widened as you turned to him with your jaw slack, the sexual innuendo in the forefront of your mind but when facing your freckled best friend, it looked like he couldn't believe he was able to even speak up. Yamaguchi is not one for confrontation or someone who initiates fights… but when things come down to you, he acts in ways he doesn’t recognize- for painfully obvious reasons.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, Yamaguchi, or else i might just have to zip it up.” The Slytherin hissed, getting ready to reach for his want but stopped in his tracks when his gaze caught sight of a scruffy man in his mid 30’s standing behind the frozen Gryffindor, hands in his pockets and a brow raised.

“Now… I know you were not about to hex mister Yamaguchi inside of my class, right Mister Koganegawa?” Professor Lupin tempted, a small smirk danced on his lips with the unmissable glint of entertainment that twinkled in his warm eyes.

The professor didn’t give the boy a chance to answer, instead turned around and headed to the front of the classroom while saying, “Return to your seat Koganegawa, I expect whatever hex you were going to cast was going to be a naughty one. Well ironically, today’s lesson is focused on learning to reflect those nasty curses…” The whole class settled in for the lecture as Tadashi sneaked a peak at the reaction that had been plastered on your face- boy, was it a cute one. Both of your lips curled in with saucer eyes, cheeks tinted a faint red, as if you were holding back a laugh that was forcing its way out.

<♥︎>

After Lupin bid the class adue for the day, everyone went their separate ways; Tadashi held you close as you both headed to Hogsmeade, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned into him for warmth. The walk had been a comfortable silence until you spoke out your curiosity to break the ice, hitting him with the million dollar question.

“Hey, what happened back in Lupin’s class? That was.. odd.. of you to say.” You inquired. Normally when you catch Tadashi off guard or in a vulnerable state, a cute blush dusts along the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You knew you were robbed of the sight, the cold had beat you to it, a violent scarlet already bared his skin.

He let out a sigh, the breath showing itself in the cold, before he muttered, “I’m just tired of him openly ogling at you like you’re some toy. It’s not cool.”

You responded with a slight hum, the real reply bouncing off the walls of your brain: I can't believe we’re not together by now.

“Oh yams,” you chuckle as you huddle closer into his side.

<♥︎>

Passing under the grand Hogsmeade archway, he was grateful that there were barely any students about- this meant you guys could get your drinks faster and walk around the shops easier. With the antique green and pink building in sight, the beeline to the shop’s entrance was determined.

“Okay okay, let me guess…” you started as Yamaguchi held open the door for you to walk in, already eyeing the colorful treats that decorated the room, “you want a hot chocolate.”

“And you want a hot strawberry tea.” Tadashi retorted with a smile.

“It’s almost like… we’ve known each other for years.” You say, your tone dripping in sarcasm as he watches your finger trace over the newest candy they sold.

Sol, a sweet that’ll brighten your day! The container said, with a picture of what looked to be an edible ball of light. Supposedly, once it hits your tongue, it melts into the flavor you're craving most.

After inspecting the shelves around the store for any new and exciting treats, you both headed to the register where Tadashi placed the drinks order and fished out two golden galeons and five silver sickles. He snuck a glance at you admiring the brightly colored walls to make sure you weren't looking as he slipped the cashier the two packets of sol he stealthily grabbed and handed them three extra sickles. A sweet surprise for later.

Leaving the store, Yamaguchi watched the way your hands slipped around the warm cup, the tips of your fingers slightly intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to take your cup out of your hands and intermingle his fingers with yours…but he couldn’t, it would be crossing a line, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, the image of holding your- probably- freezing hand was on his mind the whole time you two were walking around the village you knew all too well.

Deciding that it was pretty late you guys began to head back to the castle. The snow crunched underneath your boots with almost empty cups in your hands, you knew it wasn't going to take long before you’d be greeted by the back entrance of the castle. “‘Dashi… do you have to go to practice? I… i need help with Lupin’s coursework.” you stutter out, causing Yamaguchi to pause and turn toward you.

This took him by surprise, normally you were really good with your coursework, so for the roles to switch… something had to be off.

“ y/n... You know I can't. The team said they really need me there. Daichi would have my head if I missed practice. The game against Slytherin is so close and I really need to-” he cut himself off before he could reveal too much or get too annoyed, the flash of Koganegawa smirking flashed in the back of his mind.

“you need to… what? I saw your last game and the way you soared through the air was incredible, it didn't seem like you needed to work on anything!” you pouted with damn wide eyes.

Tadashi tried to ignore the slight increase in his heart's beating pace, “aha well..” he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, “we’re a team and they need me as much as i need them!” you stopped walking so he turned to face you.

He watched the small sad smile creep onto your face before hearing you mutter, “Jeez, when did my Tadashi become so popular?”

For Yamaguchi to not lean in and plant a kiss on your lips, something had to be holding him back... but there was nothing- if anything, you seemed to slightly lean in.

He figured that you'd assume that the first move was going to be on your part, as it normally was when something serious would happen between the two of you but he wanted to prove to you that he's changed. He's not scared anymore. He has no reason to be. He’s learned so much about himself throughout the years because of you. You're the reason he was the social person he was today. And he was the one that finally connects your lips with his.

Due to the cold and dry winter, both lips are not as smooth as wanted but it doesn't stop him from deepening the long awaited kiss. He placed his open palms on your waist and his fingers gave you a small squeeze when he heard you sigh into the kiss.

When Yamaguchi felt your arms around his neck, he swore the world stopped turning for a second. The warmth that he was feeling was unmatched- this was warmer than any other winter coat had made him.

When he pulled away, your arms stayed around his neck and he refused to let his hands leave your waist.

“I uh-“ at this point Yamaguchi’s face was bright pink, yours being no different, “um I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said, cutting him off.

Tadashi had to blink a few times, as if he was clearing his vision because what he just heard wasn’t possible.

“N-no way…” he mumbled, looking at the ground next to you. Tadashi almost felt overwhelmed but one thing's for certain, the weight of needing to properly confess was only getting heavier so he gulped down his anxiety- as you had taught him so many times before- and brought his eyes to meet yours.

“Y/n… I’m so in love with you. I have been for so long-”

Something red wizzed before your guys’ eyes, cutting off his huge confession. His eyes became wide at the hovering letter facing him.

A howler.

Before you could even raise an eyebrow, the letter opened itself in the shape of an origami mouth.

“Yamaguchi, YOU ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE! WHY? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S CAUSING YOU TO MISS PRACTICE?” the letter with daichi’s deep voice boomed around the empty of the woods. It began to look around, as if it could see the surrounding area- which was weird because typically howlers were only used to relay a (very loud and disappointed) message. When the envelope eventually faced you, the bottom of the mouth dropped and seemed to gulp.

“Ah.. i see.. Hi y/n… um,” the letter turned to face Yamaguchi before reminding him to go to practice and ripping itself apart.

It was silent for a second, neither of you knew what to say.

“I dunno but it almost sounded like Daichi wanted me to go to practice.” was the first thing he said. He watched your face contort from a small smile to a full out grin joined with a hearty laugh.

“Let's get you to class ‘Dashi.” you said as you wound down from your laughing fit. Holding out your hand, the expression you gave him was one that he never saw from you before. The corner of his eyes crinkled with how genuine he was smiling as he took your hand, finally getting to entwine your fingers together as you guys headed to the quidditch field.

Ps. yes you did scream out his name when he caught the snitch- it didn't go unnoticed...

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icarusthelunarguard · 3 years ago

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

Aries

Watching Internet Arguments evolve in real time is an interesting thing; you get to watch how people both do and don’t understand a topic while clearly ignoring the little red squiggly line under every spelling mistake they make. Just sit back and know that you’ve done exactly what WOPR suggested: The Only Winning Move Is Not To Play.

Taurus

We told you about the re-issued Lamborghini Countache and you just HAD to borrow one, didn’t you? Sure, you could have outrun the police in that sucker, but did you HAVE to scrape the rims on the curb straight away?! Why not just put an evil villain mustache on the Mona Lisa or give The Statue of David a circumcision while you’re at it too? You monster!

Gemini

There’s nothing wrong with staying home this week. You've got popcorn, butter, salt, a wok, and so many Blu-Ray movies you haven’t watched yet that you might as well enjoy it. And since it’s summer, just put on a bathing suit and you can lay out on a lounger while it rains, imagining you’re under a waterfall.

Cancer Moon-Child

For most people getting local fauna to eat out of their hands would be an impressive feat. The only reason the local deer population eats from yours is because you sweat a lot and they’re licking all the salt off. To that end, stay hydrated and eat well.

Leo

Keep sweets out of your house this week. The temptation to eat them and stock up on calories for the winter is a bad idea. Instead buy a heavy-duty deep freezer, a couple cords of firewood for heating and cooking, and a radio scanner to hear when someone’s hit a deer. Remember roadkill is free range, virtually free, and almost ready to eat since it’s already pre-grilled.

Virgo

Time for you to better understand finances, Virgo. Which costs more; a gallon of inkjet printer ink, or a gallon of thoroughbred horse semen? Here’s a hint: If a gallon of printer ink explodes in an office, they’ll clear out the whole office and get corporate HazMat folks to clean the stuff up. If a horse explodes in an office, chances are there’s a LOT more paperwork involved including asking Phil why he thought bringing his horse into work was a good idea.

Libra

You’ve got your choice of jobs today, Libra. You can either A) go back to H.R. investigating the operational rules regarding emotional support animals in the workplace, B) join the Maintenance Crew to clean up any workplace spills, or C) start your own mall kiosk business where people can charge up their devices while they walk around shopping. Call it “Charge ‘n Charge”. Remember i-Devices have to pay 1/3rd more.

Scorpio

Being a home brewer has not ended well. It’s one thing to learn how to clean the smell of fermented bread out of short-pile carpet, and wall paper, and drop ceiling panels, but it’s a whole other thing to remove all the broken glass shards from same. Mason jars are NOT used for home brewing for a reason!

Sagittarius

People in the U.S. don’t understand why “Ketchup Chips” are a THING in Canada, and never give a thought to french fries with ketchup. The folks in Canada don’t understand why Malt Vinegar isn’t a staple condiment in the U.S., but always shows up in fast food fish shops. If both sides could just come to an agreement about food, maybe our two countries would be a little nicer to each other. As an aside, how long DOES it take to roast a 5 Kilo Canada Goose? 3 hours at 190c.

Capricorn

Your new eatery, “Wrap It Up”, is going to continue to be a success! Buying supplies from other failed eateries will help reduce costs while you find your proper economic footing. Here’s something else you can do: Find YouTube videos that explain how to recreate various famous foods! Considering the promotion you just ended, PLEASE don’t start with Arby's “Horsey Sauce”.

Aquarius

With the school season starting up again it’s time to review what every student needs. Pencils? Still got about 700 of them from the kindergarten year’s bulk purchase. Lunchbox? Well, that’s more an insulated nylon bag now, but yep, got that. And last but not least, non-skid shoes for working in the kitchen? Yeah, your kid is working the pizza line at college this year. And you? You got old.

Pisces

If you work in online sales, we need you to do something for us all. If your website says, “Shop This Store”, we are expecting that a product we find listed is actually IN THE STORE NOW! No, we don’t want to buy it and have it shipped there. No, we don’t want to buy it and have it shipped to our home in 5 to 7 business days for free. We want to buy it at the store and take it home right there. Is that really that hard to understand? Now you talk to your managers and you fix the damned backend to read the store inventory or so HELP us, we will find a way to replace all your ethernet connections with TOKEN RINGS! And if you aren’t scared by that prospect, then you are NOT sufficiently high enough on the Depth Chart to do what needs to be done. Get someone else to do it.

#comedy #humour #hororscope #parody

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kayliemusing · 4 years ago

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1: Name - Kaylie

2: Age - 23

3: 3 Fears - Spiders, failure, loss

4: 3 things I love - Reading, writing, Taylor Swift

5: 4 turns on - Kindness, nice hands, humor, someone who has a really warm heart.

6: 4 turns off - Arrogance, moustaches lmao, narcissism, basket ball shorts *shudders*

7: My best friend - Her name is Megan (but also my mom lmao)

8: Sexual orientation - Heterosexual

9: My best first date - I have never been on a date.

10: How tall am I - 5'2

11: What do I miss - My childhood mostly

12: What time were I born - 2:45 pm

13: Favorite color - Red, but sometimes a nice summery, pastel yellow

14: Do I have a crush - no

15: Favorite quote - I have so many that I can't say my utmost favourite, but one that I always think about is from Richard Siken "He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand." I'm not even sure how this is supposed to be interpreted, but I just love the detail of this. Of someone looking at the moon and pointing at it, but you're looking at their hand because you're that consumed by them and also they're like your moon. anyway-

16: Favorite place - My house lol

17: Favorite food - Cheesecake

18: Do I use sarcasm - Yes, but very dryly

19: What am I listening to right now - Nothing actually. I'm just sitting in the quiet.

20: First thing I notice in new person - I used to think it was physical, like eyes or their smile, but I think it's actually their demeanor. i.e., confidence, if they're laid back, talkative or quiet, etc. Or even just how they handle things. Like when I'm at work and I meet a new co-worker I'm always noticing how they are with people.

21: Shoe size - 6.5 US but I can manage a 7 US too.

22: Eye color - Grey

23: Hair color - Ashy blonde, but I usually get it highlighted to be a brighter blonde

24: Favorite style of clothing - I'm super into the French girl vibe right now (elegany, classy, ribbed sweaters tucked into high waisted jeans or dress pants, a blazer thrown over and a nice gold necklace) but I'm also really into a summery boho look (flowy maxi dresses and skirts)

25: Ever done a prank call? No

27: Meaning behind my URL - On this account, it's just my name and then 'muses' because this account is just me talking to myself tbh. My main account is called autumnsletters which is just a combo of my fav things: autumn and handwritten love letters, and finally, my embarrassing taylor swift account is called sixteenavenue which is a lyric from her song I Think He Knows where she mentions her heart skipping down sixteenth avenue.

28: Favorite movie - I feel like i don't have one answer bc I always have a different answer to this question lmao. I think it's called A Christmas Carol (the 2009 version w/ Jim Carrey). It just makes me feel cozy and warm inside. Also: Clueless.

29: Favorite song - All Too Well by Taylor Swift I think.

30: Favorite band - Of Monsters and Men

31: How I feel right now - I actually feel really happy today, which is a change lol. I had an awful week last week, but over the last couple of days I've just felt more creative and happier.

32: Someone I love - My mom

33: My current relationship status - Single

34: My relationship with my parents - Excellent.

35: Favorite holiday - Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have -0 :'(

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - I want to get my ears pierced again bc the holes grew over. Low key want a nose piericing and low key want a tattoo on my collarbone (or somewhere around there)

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Because everyone else had it and I felt left out LOL

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I don't have an ex

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - No

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - No i've never been kissed rip

42: When did I last hold hands? - never but it's ok bc i can hold my own hand

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depending on what I'm doing. If I showered the night before and I'm just doing a very low-maintenance look, roughly 15-20 mins. On a normal day in which I shower in the morning and am trying to actually be presentable, roughly an hour.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? - Have YOU shaved MY legs? No. Have I shaved my own? Yes

45: Where am I right now? - My room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Most likely I'm not drunk, but IF I WAS, it would be my friend, my mom, or my sister (my sister would probs make fun of me and film me tho tbh)

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Loud if I'm jamming with nothing else to do but sing along. If I'm trying to do something, I'll turn it down bc I can't focus with loud music (especially if I'm trying to write something/talk to someone/text someone)

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - My mom bc my dads dead

49: Am I excited for anything? - My sister and I are going to Banff in about three weeks so I'm excited for a getaway.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - No

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I work in retail so

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I don't know. I think I hugged my mom at some point this week lol

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Bye bye babyyyy

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - my cat

55: What is something I disliked about today? - I had to go to work

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Taylor Alison Swift baby

57: What do I think about most? - Probably Taylor Swift.

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I can make stomach gurgling noises with my mouth closed.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Nah, pretty generic ones

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Behind the camera

61: What was the last lie I told? - Some lady asked if a product was good and I said yes so I wouldn't have to help her find another one

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Neither what the hell

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - Neither

64: Do I believe in magic? - No

65: Do I believe in luck? - No

66: What's the weather like right now? - It's calm, but a little cloudy. It was really warm and sunny earlier, but it's gotten a little grey.

67: What was the last book I've read? - I just finished this series called The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski and it was so good but so stressful omg. Still 5/5 stars.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Yes

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not really, but sometimes my coworkers call my Kayls

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Oh my god when I was like 10 I fell during grounders and the bar hit me right on the cooch. Most painful event of my entire life.

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Spend it bitch

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - No

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - yes!! my blanket!!

74: Favorite animal? - I love hippos and I don't know why.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Reading on my phone to avoid sleeping so I could prolong not going to work

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Devil. Kind of like Satan The Devil is his full name

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Shake It Off

78: How can you win my heart? - Learning Taylor Swift's entire discography for my sake

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - tbh I really don't know

80: What is my favorite word? - Wonderstruck

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - n/a

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - stream fearless taylor's version

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Healing

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - N/A

86: What is my current desktop picture? - it's a misty forest

87: Had sex? - no

88: Bought condoms? - no

89: Gotten pregnant? - no

90: Failed a class? - yes

91: Kissed a boy? - no

92: Kissed a girl? - no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - no but it's a dream

94: Had a job? - I've had two so far

95: Left the house without my wallet? - Yes, sometimes I do it on purpose so I can make my mom pay for something lmao (chill i'm talking something small like candy)

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - no

97: Had sex in public? - no

98: Played on a sports team? - no

99: Smoked weed? - no

100: Did drugs? - no

101: Smoked cigarettes? - no

102: Drank alcohol? - yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - no

104: Been overweight? - I feel overweight, but technically no

105: Been underweight? - No

106: Been to a wedding? - Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yes, but not since I was younger. I'm mostly on my phone now.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Oh yeah lmao

109: Been outside my home country? - No

110: Gotten my heart broken? - Yes

111: Been to a professional sports game? - No

112: Broken a bone? - No

113: Cut myself? - Yes

114: Been to prom? - Sort of. I'm Canadian so I had grad.

115: Been in airplane? - No

116: Fly by helicopter? - No

117: What concerts have I been to? - Jonas Brothers when I was about 10 lmao and Marianas Trench when I was 15

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - No

119: Learned another language? - Tried to

120: Wore make up? - Yes. I do work at a makeup store.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - no

122: Had oral sex? - no

123: Dyed my hair? - not a funky color, no

124: Voted in a presidential election? - Sort of; I voted for a prime minister

125: Rode in an ambulance? - Yes

126: Had a surgery? - No

127: Met someone famous? - No

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - No

129: Peed outside? - No

130: Been fishing? - No

131: Helped with charity? - Yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? - No bc I never fessed up to any crush lol

133: Broken a mirror? - No

134: What do I want for birthday? - A jewelry box

#survey

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ayuxhi · 5 years ago

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Dreaming - Part One

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader.

AU: Idol AU, university life, Idol x Fan.

NSFW/SFW: SFW

A/N: This story is part of the Luv Library Collab. This is the first part, the second part comes out next week while the last part comes out by the end of this month. This is my first fic, so please bear with me. Feedbacks are always welcome. The story will be a lot more clearer in the next update I promise. Thank you.

Summary:

You are bored in life. With your love life non-existential, you can’t help but miss having someone’s constant company. Someone you can talk to 24x7. Someone who can talk you to sleep. So one day when you couldn’t fall asleep, you decide to install Tinder. Thinking it was about time for you to start dating again, things take an interesting turn when you find your favorite idol Kim Seokjin’s profile on the app. Trying your luck out, you wonder how different things would turn out if it was really him.

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“This must be a dream.

This can’t be real.

This can’t be happening in reality.

I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming.”

Last night when you went to bed, you were so exhausted from hectic schedules of university life that you couldn’t sleep. You try to count sheep in your mind but that didn’t help. Deciding to try something else, you play your favorite guided meditation audio that can somehow always put you at ease. Putting your headphones on, you lie down on your bed again. Trying to relax your body to the maximum and notice your breathing, you can’t help but feel restless. Even the audio comes to no use today. After several failed attempts at trying to sleep, you turn to porn to please yourself. Switching between different sites to find the right video to get off to, you wish you had someone to fulfill your desires instead of some crappy porn. Guess that’s what life’s about when your love life doesn’t exist. Not that you were complaining, single life has its benefits and silver linings. It's just that your last heartbreak two years ago was a major burnout in your soul. And even though the lessons learned from that experience was life-changing and truly elevating. You can’t help but miss having someone to talk to 24x7. Someone who can talk you to sleep. Guess you miss the messiness of the entire process or the entire life cycle that goes on from meeting a new person to getting to know the person to talk to that person 24x7 to the inevitable heartbreak. Maybe you need someone.

So when you couldn’t find the right video to get off to, you decided to open Instagram and go through your DM's. To find someone worthy enough to fill your lonely voids both emotionally and physically. But that was useless too. That’s when you decide that it was about time for you to get out of your head and start testing the waters again. Go back to the field and start fishing again. And to test the waters, you decide to go to the place where the water is really fresh, you download Tinder. Desperate times call for desperate measures. It is half-past 12, in the middle of Thursday night and you are unavailable to sleep. Run! BTS is running in the background on your laptop while you are busy scrolling through Twitter. Its been a busy week at the university as finals are approaching soon. That means you don’t get enough time to watch Run! BTS right away when they are uploaded. As a result, you are now catching up with the last to last week’s episode.

Download complete. The notification popped up.

Quickly opening the app, you set your profile first. You fill the basic details first. Name, age, gender, preference, location, and other things. The something about you column has always been a pain in the ass, going with whatever random gibberish that comes to your mind, you complete your profile. Now the media section. You can upload up to 9 pictures. Only if you had 9 good pictures. Going through your gallery, you choose a candid picture of you standing on a beach, 2 other selfies taken in your room and one that was taken on your university campus as display pictures. The last one was a genuine candid and you kinda looked cute in it. Trying to figure out how the app works, you start swiping left-right without thinking much. Don’t get you wrong, you were just checking the app out, trying to make the maximum out of it. But after the initial 5 minutes, you were bored, declaring it overrated.

Just when you were swiping through the various profiles, you stumble across a profile that you were too familiar with. It was a picture of a tall Asian guy getting out of a car. An HD picture of an HD quality man. He is the same person who sits proudly on your phone’s wallpaper.

Kim Seokjin, 27

South Korea.

Nickname: the car door guy

Something about me: Famously known as the third guy from the left, Kim Seokjin is responsible for stealing the hearts of millions of fans across the globe. The worldwide handsome guy is a part of the rainbow international K-pop sensation traditional transfer USB hub shrimp BTS. The oldest of the team can sing and dance to the rhythm of your heartbeats. He is the CEO of Jinhit entertainment (formerly known as Bighit). Swipe right to get a chance to go on a date with the worldwide cutie guy.

Rolling your eyes, you give him a super like and swipe right. If only it was this easy to win a chance to go on a date with your favorite idol. When you installed Tinder, you never thought you'll find Jin here. Having heard thousands of stories of how so many people catfish the locals, using K-pop idols pseudo profile, its an old trick in the book, in fact, a famous one. Sometimes they don’t even change the details and just go with the real one. This profile, for example, is one of them. The bio looks like something a fan came up in his/her sleep. Having swiped right, you wonder how many naïve people would fall for this façade and actually believe that they are talking to the real Jin. The visual of all visuals, the singer of all singers, Your Kim Seokjin. With that thought, you continue to explore the app.

“Why do people waste time on these stupid apps. If a person could that easily find his/her soul mate on this app, astrologers from all over the world would be already moving inside it.” You sighed.

“Maybe I should just go back to counting sheep instead” Closing the app you turn to your laptop where the latest episode of Run! BTS was playing providing perfect background music. You were so caught up with swiping left and right, exploring the new app, that you didn’t even take a single glance at the screen.

“I should have just watched the episode instead!” With that thought mentally apologizing to your favorite seven idols, you shut down the laptop and switch the lights off your room. Covering your face with your favorite blanket you turn to sleep, wishing that you could finally get some rest. And just when you were about to drift to the dreamland, the notification bell ring, hinting that you have a new notification.

Mentally cursing whoever it was that interpreted your almost sleep, you open your phone. Too bright for your liking, you couldn’t make out who it was. Until your eyes adjusted and your eyes read,

Kim Seokjin and you have matched. Take it easy from here.

Message from Kim Seokjin: Hi.

Your heart stops beating. It can’t be him. Can he? No. You know better than this. Why would he be on Tinder? If he wanted to date anybody, he can just announce it to the world and millions of fans from all gender identities would line up for him. Why would he need tinder? And even if he was on tinder why would he match with me? There are millions of beautiful girls out there who are way better than you look. Why would he text you? Why would he choose you? Ignoring the newly arrived notification, you quickly open tinder. You are going through your profile once again. Basic. The profile screams basic. With just your name, age, gender and preference your profile doesn’t say much about you. With a quote “Chaos is a ladder” sitting on your bio you know pretty well your profile is darned. You can’t fathom why would he, out of all the people out there, text you. You know it danm well he didn’t. If only you were that naïve to fall for the façade but you knew better. This is an imposter. He is an imposter. Or maybe she is. You don’t know who it is, that has texted you. But you know its not Jin.

It can’t be him.

You can’t help but sulk further when you realize how much you wanted it to be him. A message from Jin. A chance to get to know the person who has not only graced your life with his beautiful face, soulful voice and a windshield laugh that could light up the whole town. You also wanted to thank him. For all that he has done. He along with his other 6 band members have helped you in the most difficult times of your life. There were days when BTS was the only reason that kept you going. You wanted to thank him for his contributions to your life. You wanted him to know you as you know him.

You wanted it to be him.

You look at the clock, it was 1:37 AM. With the excitement of Jin's message and the realization followed by it that it is not him, you have completely lost your sleep. You were already struggling to fall asleep earlier and now with his message lying unread on your notification bar, you are wide awake.

Maybe you should reply to him at least. To the imposter of course. And know what it feels like to even talk to his imposter. Maybe you'll make good friends with him. Maybe you’ll become best friends with him who later fall in love with each other. Get married in Paris then move to Egypt, have 3 children and live happily ever after.

“I should reply to him.”

1:40 AM

[Y/N]: Hi.

You finally tap the send option after glaring at the two words greeting for an eternity now. Suddenly you become more conscious of your environment than you have ever been. It's almost like you can notice the minute actions that are going in your surroundings. From the clock ticking to the vehicle noises coming from the main road far away, you can notice it all.

Ding. With the notification bell, you are pulled out of your mind.

1:44 AM

[Kim Seokjin]: How are you?

Your heart started beating again. This time its 140 BPH. You can't help but get excited seeing his name flash on your phone.

1:45 AM

[Y/N]: I am good. Are you the real Kim Seokjin?

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kpopmalereader · 5 years ago

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sorry ; kim mingyu, vernon choi

• summary: mingyu and vernon fight over your attention • pairing: kim mingyu x male!reader (unrequited), vernon choi x male!reader (unrequited), lee chan x male!reader (mentioned) • word count: 2353 • to do

(once again) i don’t think this was what you intended but i hope you enjoy !

A game of Never Have I Ever.

That's how it all started.

"Never Have I Ever..." Seungkwan looks around the circle, smiling at you. "Had a crush on someone in the circle."

You put a finger down, glaring daggers at your best friend. Vernon knew Seungkwan knew something he didn't, he knew Seungkwan was trying to out something about you instantly and he wanted to know what.

Or, rather, who?

Who did you like? Who do you like? Who does Seungkwan know of? Was it him?

Vernon put a finger down too, questioning glance aimed at you. You shrug and gesture to his own hand.

He doesn't realize Mingyu put his finger down. He doesn't realize the same thoughts are running through Mingyu's head.

Since the game, Vernon's mind has been running rampant with a million questions you won't answer. He's already asked four times in the past few days who Seungkwan was talking about, using different methods of asking and formats of questions. And you have yet to answer anything.

The only hint he has on who it could be is that they were in the game. But that only limits the list to a whole nine people.

Well, he assumes it's not Seungkwan, but he never truly knows with you.

But that's not even the most prevalent problem in his life.

His first problem is currently Mingyu.

Who, he considers one of his best friends, but he's noticed more recently that Mingyu is sort of obsessed with you. He always seems to be right next to you, talking to you, reaching for your hand, offering his lap as a seat even if the whole couch is open next to him.

And it's beginning to get on his nerves. He knows your friends, he's aware of that, but when both Vernon and Mingyu want your undivided attention, only one is ever satisfied.

Not to mention you seem to be spending less and less time in their shared dorm room, another puzzling thing Vernon can't figure out.

So, that's how the world ends up here. With you spending the limited time you spend in the dorm bouncing between giving attention to Mingyu and Vernon while still trying to balance your friendship with the other members.

Currently, you're dealing with helping Mingyu in the kitchen while giving Vernon suggestions on a new song he's working on.

"Should I write another love song? I've been writing more romantic things recently and I don't want to write the same thing." Vernon is fishing for any information you will give him on however you feel about whoever you like.

"Can never go wrong with a good love song." You hum and shrug a shoulder, scratching your nose with your forearm to try and avoid getting flour on your face. "People relate to love songs even if they've never been in love themselves. But, if you feel like you're becoming repetitive or you don't enjoy writing those things anymore, don't. You shouldn't force yourself."

Mingyu looks up from his recipe book. "Smart answer. I don't think I could've thought of that."

You smile at him and Vernon attempts to convince himself the ovens are the reason his body turns hotter.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asks, turning fully towards you. "Just as a second opinion on the way I write it."

"I think so." You nod your head. "Love, being in love especially, is different for everybody. I think you can write about something you've never experienced but love is something so specific and unique to everyone."

"Who have you been in love with?" Vernon asks again and knows he's pushing his luck.

You roll your eyes at him. "Nice try." You smile to show you're not actually upset but he knows he can only push so far. "But, I think you can write a million love songs and still have new material. Every aspect of being in love, even just liking someone, puts you through twenty different emotions in a second. And not all love or parts of a relationship is confessing or having intimate moments, it's simple things. Just existing with each other."

"Like baking things and getting flour everywhere," Mingyu suggests, brushing flour on your nose.

Your nose scrunches up after he touches it and both boys find the action adorable.

Vernon's blood starts to boil at the reaction coming from the hands of Mingyu and he knows for sure it's not from the oven this time. Vernon turns back to his laptop, glaring at the words of some love song he pretends aren't about you.

"Bye," You wave and speak through a mouthful of cookie, holding a bag of them that you stole for yourself later.

"Hey," Vernon leans against the counter, completely making up his intentions as he speaks. "So, you know how I like Y/N?"

Vernon doesn't even have to hesitate for Mingyu, as Mingyu almost immediately interrupts. "You like Y/N?"

"You... didn't know?" Vernon shakes his head. "I thought everyone did."

Mingyu's face turns more confused than shocked but retains the slightly distant look in his eyes. "No. No, I didn't. I just thought you were close friends. ...I like him too. I guess I wasn't paying attention to someone else's feelings towards him."

He knew it. Vernon knew. But he pretends to be as shocked about that as Mingyu was and stands up straighter. "Oh, oh. I was going to talk about how I've been a bit jealous recently and wanted to apologize but I guess I was right to be a little worried."

"Yeah,"

They know they're sizing each other up. They know this isn't where the jealousy between each other ends.

You're smiling at your phone when they walk outside and Mingyu wonders if you smile like that when he messages you. Your smile is vibrant and warms him up in the frosty weather as him and his current opponent (Vernon) walk towards you.

"Hello!" You're extra cheery in the morning, cheeks and nose red, and Mingyu wants to always be able to witness your happiness. "You guys ready?"

Vernon gets to you first, pretending to easily smile at Mingyu as he does even though his eyes cut to Mingyu's bones. "Are you excited?"

You nod quickly, bright expression bouncing between both of them equally. "I can't wait! I'm glad both of you wanted to go, it's kind of lame to go alone. Especially since the rink is pretty empty during the week."

Vernon opens his mouth but Mingyu beats him to the punch. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. I always like hanging out with you."

You bump your shoulder into his. "Have you ever been ice skating before?"

"I have." Vernon gets to answer, puffing his chest out. "I'm pretty good at it actually."

Mingyu smiles at you and wiggles his eyebrows. "I'm not. I think you might need to help me."

You push him away from you but your smile betrays the supposedly mean movement. "Don't drag me down with you if you fall, I don't want someone else thinking I'm as bad as you."

"Ha ha." He pouts slightly, completely knowing you'll try to calm him down.

You squeeze his hand, looking at him with fond eyes. "I'll help you. But I'm not an expert."

"I'm sure you're great." He can just notice Vernon's angry eyes from behind you.

"Slowly," You whine and hold both of Mingyu's hands in front of you. "Relax."

He, very shakily, puts one foot in front of the other, ears slightly pink at the number of falls he's had in the few minutes. "Am I as bad as I think I am?"

"Yes~" Vernon hums as he skates by, causing Mingyu's eyes to roll instinctively.

"Vernon," You warn. "You're... not great, but you're getting there. You dance almost every day, so you're already pretty coordinated which helps. Plus, I used to teach children how to ice skate and since you're not a literal child it's easy to teach you."

Mingyu smiles, feet becoming slightly steadier with time. "Well, I'm trying my hardest to not be absolutely terrible."

For a few seconds all you can hear is Vernon's fairly practiced steps and Mingyu's first-step style sliding. You hum softly and let one of his hands go, choosing to skate beside him as he learns to move. As you skate beside him, Mingyu's mind wonders to a possible date idea, blocking out everyone else around you. (Especially Vernon).

Your kind smile and the way you look at him, your understanding whenever he stumbles or straight up falls, and your small talk intermixed with your teaching moments. Everything about the scene makes him want to take you on more dates or even one on one outings to get more time with you.

Or to possibly win you over. Convince you to pick him over Vernon.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick. Are you going to be alright on your own?"

"I'll go pick up some food for us for when you get back."

You nod and help him slide to the edge of the rink, shortly followed by Vernon.

You leave them alone, unbeknownst to the tension between them. Mingyu sits at a bench a few feet away, taking off the skates before he tries to walk again. Vernon crosses his arms, anger radiating off of him.

"Are you serious?"

Mingyu sighs, pretending to not enjoy Vernon's anger. "What?"

"You literally won't let Y/N even talk to me. You're hogging him to try and sway him towards you, which, newsflash, won't happen."

"How do you know?" Mingyu rolls his eyes and stands up. He attempts to walk to the concession, blocked by Vernon sidestepping in front of him. "How do you know he won't decide he likes me. Maybe we'll go on more dates together like we did today."

"This wasn't a date. You happen to be awful at ice skating and that's what he wanted to do. You won't even let him go long enough for him to actually skate around, instead he's babysitting you."

Mingyu smiles, very clearly trying to rile Vernon up. "I'm sorry he wants to spend more time with me instead of you."

Vernon scoffs. "Would you just back off? He doesn't like you and he won't like you, let me pursue him without any argument since I'm the only one who has a chance."

You walk out of the bathroom, noticing both Mingyu and Vernon standing tall while they size each other up. Your eyebrows furl naturally, confused by what's happening.

"Guys?"

"One second." Mingyu holds his finger out to you. "I'm just trying to tell Vernon he's being delusional."

"And I'm telling Mingyu he's simply being an idiot."

"Hold on," You hold your hands out, not quite getting in front of them. "Hold on, why are you arguing? What are you two even arguing about?"

Vernon's meter for dealing with Mingyu finally runs over and he turns to you, giving you the true answer. "You."

You take a step back, shaking your head subconsciously. "What?"

"Vernon." Mingyu shakes his head as a "no, stop talking." "What are you doing?"

Vernon ignores him and sighs. "We're fighting over you. We both like you."

"Uhm..."

Mingyu crosses his arms and you can tell he's livid. "I didn't agree on telling you. I wanted to continue hanging out with you and hope something had organically."

"Organically?" Vernon turns on him quickly, swinging his arms open. "You refusing to let Y/N talk to me at all is organic?"

"Like you weren't trying to one-up me this entire time! At least I don't need to impress him that bad."

"Yeah, you just can't let anyone touch or talk to him."

"Because I want to date him. Why would I let you try to take him from me if I want him?"

"I want him too! I've liked him since we met!"

"And you think I haven't?"

You clear your throat, upset expression and obvious disbelief plastered over your face. They look at you and their expressions soften. "So, you just decided amongst yourselves that I was one of yours? That I was something to be "taken"? Hm."

They begin to try and defend themselves but you shake your head at their attempts.

"How about just ask me if I like one of you?" You shrug your shoulders, shaking your head as you think. "Because, I'm sorry, you are both great and some of my best friends, but I don't like either of you like that. If one of you would have just asked instead of taking it upon yourselves to argue over me like something to own you would've realized this and wouldn't have almost ruined your friendship."

Hurt immediately crosses their faces and they awkwardly take a step away from each other, shoulders no longer tensed up.

"I didn't want to tell you guys this in this way, but..." You sigh and scratch the back of your neck. "I have a boyfriend."

"What?" Both of them are completely shocked, eyes wide and jaw on the floor. "Who? When?"

"Chan and I have been dating for three months. We were trying to hide it until we felt comfortable with everyone knowing but I don't know what to do now. I'm sorry, he confessed and I said yes."

Vernon rubs at his face while Mingyu's world turns upside down in his head. "I'm sorry. We're sorry."

"I'm sorry." You shake your head, attempting a quite sad and pathetic smile. "If I would've known about your feelings, I would've tried to let you down easily, both of you, but I just don't want you to argue. Especially over me. Nobody is worth your friendship, guys, really."

You look between both of them, breathing out of your nose and repeating. "I'm sorry." You shake your head and chew on your lip, stepping away from them. You quickly take your skates off, wanting nothing more than to go anywhere else. You wave a limp goodbye, walking away as fast as you can manage without running.

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Ethereal - Chapter Seven (f.o)

Summary: Five years of watching your trainees die, you’re sick of it. She will prevail, she will win.

Word Count; 4.2k

Warnings; swearing, DEATH MENTION, DEATH, GORE. hints at PTSD

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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“And how are you and Finnick doing?” Reed asks, your eyes flicker to the living room area.

Finnick isn’t there, but it’s just an instinct to look there now. You’re so used to him sitting there on the couch, staring at the tv, occasionally stealing glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. But you’re always watching, waiting for something to happen.

He’s not here now because he’s in the betting area, organizing more gifts to send down to your tributes. Both of them are still very alive and healthy. Neither of them are sick, or bleeding out. And they’re following everything that you had taught them down to the last detail.

The only times you worry about them is during the night. Where one of them will take watch and ultimately, accidentally fall asleep. Then you’re forced to sit by and hope that the careers don’t come around. And this time skip the theatrics and go straight for the kill.

It’s been ten days for them, four for you. You’re starting to see the sleep deprivation toll on Paslee, he’s not used to going so long without sleep, any genius would be able to see. Annie is fine though, she’s still agile, and her mind seems to work faster. Though, she seems a little more paranoid than usual.

Two days after the girl from nine had died, the boy had followed. It’s suicide, that one is just too obvious. There must have been something between him and the girl, or maybe he just realized that he wouldn’t make it out alive. Sometimes the insanity of playing out the possibilities of how you can die, will drive you to do it yourself.

It’s not the first time anyone has seen a tribute do it. It’s just painful to watch, especially when the cameras will zoom in like it’s funny to watch. It’s not, for the district back home that has to watch, and for the mentor that tried to encourage them to win.

You hate to be happy by another dead kid down, but it increases the odds of your kids winning. Another death, another ticket back home.

Then, there was a six day gap after that. Nearly a whole week of silence, the tension was building, and you called it the second that it broke. Finnick had been sleeping–again–and you woke him in time to watch as the careers attacked on an alliance.

The boy from three, and the girls from eight and ten. The girl from eight had grabbed all the shit she could manage and took off like a bat out of hell. There was a small pop-up camera that was on her on the upper right of the screen, keeping track of her as she ran.

The girl from one had stayed at the camp for three and eight, but the girl from two went chasing after her. It must have been a plan, because she didn’t hesitate, and the other two hadn’t even had that moment of ‘should I chase?’. The girl from two’s eyes had darted to ten, and then took off.

The boy from three and eight are both dead, but not before they had gotten a shit ton of swipes in on the careers. Homemade weapons, but they were so incredibly flimsy. All it took was a hard enough hit against the swords and they crumbled in their hands. Basically to shards.

The girl was merciless, she didn’t spare them a short death, she dragged it out a while, because that’s the type of person she is. You know she was taking out the anger of her district mate dying out on them. The person she really wants is Paslee, and to get Annie would be amazing too. They’re bloodthirsty for revenge.

As for the girl from two who chased after ten, she should have let the girl from ten go. It was only a matter of time before ten had found a nice hiding spot and two went blasting past her.

Which led her directly into a pack of mutts. You never thought squirrels would be terrifying, but when they’re mauling, and knawing and screaming like they were, it’s absolutely terrifying. Her death was drawn out just like the others, and you know that the gamemakers loved having two different focuses going on.

Of course, they had to show the reactions of the other tributes that weren’t included in that fucking mess of a massacre. Annie woke up at the first scream, and Paslee hadn’t woke until the first cannon went off, the girl from eight. And then there was the second, the boy from three. And then the girl from two.

Annie and Paslee thought it was a joke for a moment, but they know that the gamemakers can’t just send out false cannons like that. They decided that it would be a good time to find a hiding spot, thinking that the careers would be hunting them.

They didn’t know that it was only one career but two others that had died. For all they thought, it could have been the alliance of three–Annie had come across them by accident and saw that they were working together–that died. The careers could have been the ones that came out victorious.

And considering the fight, and the fact that it was equal numbers, the careers had got amazingly lucky for winning that fight. Had the alliance had actual weapons, there would have been some serious damage done. They were the best people you’ve seen go up against the careers since you and Finnick were in.

Real weapons or just a little more time with the weapons they had built, and the careers wouldn’t have walked away at all. You’re just glad that they hadn’t walked away perfectly pristine. Boy from two was bleeding in several places, girl from one had a broken nose with a river of blood that wouldn’t stop.

Anyway, since those three have died, it’s been pretty quiet again. The careers are fixing their wounds, planning when they’ll go out again. You and Finnick think that it’ll be a while before they go after Paslee and Annie, since they’re obviously skilled in some combat, and with the careers already being injured, it would be a death sentence.

It’s why the sponsors are flooding all sides with gifts. Mostly the careers, and Annie and Paslee. The girl from ten has gotten a real weapon, and that’s about it. You wonder how long a sword will last on her behalf. You’ve seen her practice with it, and it’s going to get her killed.

“Hello? Are you still there?” Reed’s voice comes over.

Your eyes focus on the tv, seeing that it’s just your tributes making themselves a late lunch. You look back at the wall so you can focus again.

“Sorry, I got lost for a second. Finnick and I are doing fine.”

“That’s not an answer–”

You sigh, “I know, you want all the gory details but he’s not even sure if he’s coming home this time either.”

There’s a pause, “You and him are together?”

“I guess. Him and I have been a lot closer lately.”

Reed isn’t happy, “What happens when he doesn’t come home and you two have gotten as close as you did last time?”

Here we go, “I’ll be fine, I’m not a teenager anymore.”

“Are you going to cry yourself to sleep like you did then too?” he asks, and you close your eyes, “Are you going to play pretend for the cameras again?”

One deep breath, “I need to watch my tributes. I’ll call you if I’ll be going home sooner than expected.”

“(Y/n)–”

You place the phone back on the hook, before walking over to the couch.

Reed had absolutely no right pulling that card on you. He’s not the one that went through it all, and he doesn’t understand the amount of precaution, all the steps that you’re taking to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. If Finnick were to leave today and not come back for whatever reason, you would be fine without him.

You would be angry, reasonably. But you wouldn’t be as heartbroken as last time, because you’re grown up. You’re twenty years old, you’ve had four years to get over him and it’s no surprise that it came back up. However, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. And with that saying, you never hear a third time, because there is never a third time.

Finnick has given you a reason on why he wouldn’t come back with you this time. And because of this, you wouldn’t be mad at him. Irritated that he would believe that he’d have to take care of you, but you wouldn’t be mad. It would be his way of protecting you after everything that had happened to him in his time in the Capitol.

If he believes that the people of the Capitol would pounce on you immediately after this, and do some serious damage, then he wouldn’t take the chance.

You watch your tributes, as they eat and talk about things back home. Every now and then they’ll bring up someone from the district, teenagers you don’t recognize the names of. Then there’s the elders, famous for their fishing stories. Annie talks about you, Finnick and Mags. Paslee has some opinions about you guys.

And just like that, it seems like it’s stuck on them. Like they’re going through their own personal talk show. Annie will talk about the little things that you taught them, and she’ll muse about the little knots that she never knew existed. Then there’s a few rumors that had spread around about you, they come in waves each time you come home from the Capitol.

It’s mostly out of anger that you didn’t bring anyone home. But then again, parents and guardians aren’t teaching the kids the skills that they need to know–which they bring up–and you’re catching them up on the most mundane shit. She’ll bring up examples of the kids that came before them. About how the younger kids that got sent in didn’t know how to start a fire and she says that she knew how to do that when she turned nine.

Paslee agrees, saying that you spend your time teaching them the things that they should already know, instead of expanding off of what they would have already known and teaching them new things. You can’t just build a house with no foundation. But spend too much on the foundation and you have no time to build the house. Build it too quickly and it’ll fall.

You try to teach kids skills in a week, but had they been learning and memorizing for months or years, then they would have been able to do it with their eyes closed.

You hope everyone back home is hearing this, your district and others. Because she’s telling them what you can’t.

Right in the middle of one of Annie’s sentences, it snaps to the careers. Standing right behind Annie and Paslee, the girl from one has the sword behind her head. A grin forms over her face, and just when Annie turns to look at Paslee, the girl from one swings.

It’s like a train hits you. And you can see exactly what she has seen.

Paslee being decapitated–even though it’s not by her hands–is just the same as the girl from ten. When you had swung that sword out of fear of the girl from ten reaching it first.

The girl from one doing it, is not out of fear.

Annie’s scream breaks the microphone for a moment, and you find your legs slipping off the couch, hitting the floor as you lean forward. Eyes wide, mouth open.

She swipes her weapon of choice, and swings. This is what fear looks like. She catches the same wound that the girl from eight made two days ago when they had fought. The blood starts immediately. One is shocked and stumbles back, dropping her blood-soaked sword into the grass as Annie picks up the backpack.

She runs uphill, which is smart. One won’t be able to follow her up, and the boy from two doesn’t seem to want to follow.

However, you find yourself begging Annie to get away from the dam. Run parallel to the forcefield, getting closer to the dam is dangerous. Those cracks aren’t decoration, they’re a warning of what’s to come for those who aren’t careful.

When you see that Annie is running, you make your way out of the apartment. Skipping over the elevator and taking the stairs down, believing them to be faster.

Right when you get around the corner to the hallway where the betting room is on, you see that the door is being held open for you.

At the sound of your feet, Finnick’s head turns to see you.

You reach out to him when you get close, and he pulls you into the room. This is where Cashmere and Gloss are standing, proud of their little tribute. Cashmere has the widest smirk you’ve ever seen on her face, “Still think that they’re winners?”

“Only one died.” you tell them, “Your tributes are letting them slip through their pathetic fingers. First it’s the girl from ten, and now it’s Annie.”

Cashmere’s smirk falls.

“Your tributes are foolish to think that they can win two days after they had gotten the beating they were heading for. They’re cocky, impatient and unskilled. They’re over their heads, and it’s getting them killed, they’re making mistakes they can’t afford to make.” you laugh, “And who did they learn all of this shit from?”

Cashmere goes to launch, but Gloss grabs a hold of her and pulls her back. You turn your body away to the tv again to see that Annie is against the dam.

She’s barely standing, using the dam for all of the support. She’s sweating out all the water she must have drank today, and with the shade she’s turning, it looks like she might throw up. Annie drops her weapon, shedding the backpack for a moment as she falls to her knees in the stream of water.

Handfuls of water, and then she splashes it into her face. But the food doesn’t stay down, and the cameras go away from her while she has her moment. Instead, it goes to the girl from one, shirt pulled up to reveal that the gash is bigger this time. She must have used the little knife, because a sword wouldn’t have been fast enough for something like this.

You laugh when she gets angrier, yelling at the boy from two for doing nothing. The sword that she had earlier is now back in her hands and she holds it to the boys throat.

“Birds of a feather flock together…” Finnick mutters.

You finish it for him, “Until the cat comes.”

–

There is nothing more unsettling than watching Caesar show off the dam every morning when he starts the show. And when you say unsettling, it’s absolutely terrifying to watch. Because they’re doing this deliberately.

This is not for shits and giggles. There is nothing interesting about the dam. It’s made out of grey concrete. It looks like it could be a place for a historical tour for existing before the rebellion had taken place. There’s the cracks in it, showing that it’s durable.

But that’s the thing. They keep going back to it. They’re waiting, hinting at something that might happen in the future. They’re letting everyone know that there is something big coming in the future.

There’s nothing you can do for that. What would you be able to give to someone because of a dam breaking? You can’t warn her to run or anything, because that would be cheating, and the gamemakers would be sure to punish her for it. Even if she didn’t take place in it directly.

All you guys can do is hope that they understand that the dam is there for a reason. That it isn’t decoration, there’s something more behind it.

And with Annie’s mental state at the moment, you’re not sure she’s understanding any of this anymore. At least she isn’t sticking right next to it like the girl from ten. And she’s not directly in the path if it breaks, like the careers with how they’re at the cornucopia. She’s sticking off to the side.

If the others pick up on her mannerisms, then she might just be screwed. They’ll know that something is coming.

The decapitation had done something to her mind. It’s a traumatic event, you don’t blame her for freaking out. Her and Paslee were talking like nothing was wrong one second, and the next she’s looking over in time to watch his head get cut off. She’s paranoid–you see it in her movements.

She’s always worried that someone is around her. She’s losing more sleep down, and the only times she does sleep is when she accidentally passes out from exhaustion. She hugs herself, and rocks back and forth. Annie is constantly whispering to herself, things that the gamemakers choose not to pick up on, you guess. Out of her privacy, or they might have done it once and realized that is not the way they would like to portray her.

The women that go inside of the arena, come out broken in some way. For Mags, it was a little while later when she finally had that stroke that made it impossible for her to talk. For you, you caught typhoid, it ruined your body, you take colds like it’s going to be the end of the world now. And for Annie…

If she wins this–wait.

Let’s say that the dam does hypothetically break, would she survive the wave? It would all have to depend on whether or not she’s close for the blast, right? But on the other hand she would have to be out of the way for the concrete, and have to get hit when it’s just water. Assuming that she’s a fantastic swimmer like the rest of you–you’ve had a few that had no clue what they were doing in the water.

So it breaks, the concrete would be enough to kill people alone. Just get hit by it and you’re basically dead. The air leaves your lung, it hits a body part, mainly your head, and then you’re out of the game. So, when all of that has passed, and it’s just water, the stream will lessen up.

Yes, she should have a chance at winning.

So if she wins this year, then that means that she would be leaving the arena in a mental state she did not go in with. Her parents would have to take care of her, not like a child, because she’s still capable of being herself. You’ve watched Annie go from laughing at random times, seemingly out of it, to being dead silent, eyes vigilant as she leans over to grab her weapon of choice.

She’s still in there somewhere. You’re just not sure if you’ll get to her in time, and if a therapist from the Capitol, or a doctor from the district will be able to help her with this. The people from the Capitol don’t understand, and the doctors back home will be able to tell you a diagnosis and the medicine that might help.

The only people that she would truly be able to lean on would be you, Finnick and Mags.

And that can end in many, many ways.

Her problems could dig up your own memories that you’ve buried now. And soon, you won’t be as okay as you’ve been all these years. She needs someone that understands what she’s going through.

You’re not it. And if Finnick doesn’t go back with you to district four, then he’s not it. And Mags can’t talk her through it, so she’s not it.

You cycle through the medicines again, squinting, reading the descriptions, and then sliding past again. You pucker your lips at one that comes close, memorize the name, and then move on to the next.

“What are you looking for, miss?” the boy asks, you look up to see him with a twisted face, he’s confused. He can clearly see the medicines that you’re going back and forth on.

You look up to him, “An antidepressant.”

He looks to the computer, typing for a moment, and then he shakes his head, “We don’t offer that.”

“How much for a few pills?” you ask, “Two, three days worth?”

“I just said–”

You lean forward, “I know you guys offer mixtures that would work. How much?” and when he looks like he’s not going to tell you, you add, “I’m a mentor, not a moron.”

He lists the price, a couple thousand just for the mixture, and then a few more thousand for one pill. For her to get one single one, it would be over ten grand. And this is on the assumption that she would need multiple pills for one day, maybe even more.

You nod slowly, before standing up, “I’ll take three for now, under the name (Y/n) Gallows.”

You see a look on his face that you haven’t seen in years. It’s the one that brings up the memories of rumors, and years of having to dodge certain people to get it out of your head.

You learned what your nickname had been.

The Capitol chooses one thing about a person that stood out the most anytime. Starting during the chariot ride to the games.

You got yours at the end of the games, it’s pretty obvious why.

For a while, people called you The Executioner. Never to your face, but you heard it behind your back.

For Finnick, he’s the Peacock. The feathers represent his pretty face, and the danger that it brings because of it. He’s beautifully dangerous, and the people of the Capitol love him for it.

When Annie comes out of this, she’ll be known as the girl who went crazy just when it was down to four people. The districts will be wondering if she’ll also die to suicide like the boy only a week or two before her. Or if she’ll end up prevailing only to die by the end of the career’s sword.

The Capitol will be on the edge of their seats for this. Every single day.

You go to head back to Finnick, but you turn back to the boy, “I have a note I need to write.”

“You want this sent in immediately?” he asks.

“Send in the order and give me something to write on.” you tell him, and just by the tone of your voice, he scrambles.

He presses a few things on screen, and then motions to the technology at your fingertips. You pick up the virtual pen before leaning over the tablet.

‘This should help’, you write, ‘Time wisely’.

You drop the pen, looking at him, “Send in down in the next five minutes.”

Then, you turn and head back over to Finnick.

“How much did it cost?” he asks.

“Over-priced since it’s towards the end of the games. Ten thousand or so just to get one of them done.”

Finnick looks to you, “What happened to saving?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you motion to where the career victors normally sit, “But I’m short of a few friends.”

He smirks a little bit, “Got money to burn?”

“I’m sure you do too,” you nudge his shoulder.

Cameras flicker back to Annie, which is when the sponsor gift sound starts. Annie perks up, and she heads over to where the sound is coming from. When she catches the gift in her hands, she goes back over to where she was against a tree.

She moves the parachute out of the way, opening the top of the canister, and tilting her head to read what you wrote, which she whispers aloud, “This should help. Time wisely.”

And then you listen to the few sponsors in the betting room gasp as Annie holds up the pills. The whispers break out immediately about who would send a gift that expensive.

Annie looks up, “Thank you, (Y/n), Finnick.”

“She’s giving you credit for something I did.” You shake your head.

“It’s because she doesn’t know who’s cursive is who.” Finnick tells you.

You squint at the writing in surprise, because there’s no way that you wrote in it. But lo and behold, there it is. You wrote in perfect cursive.

“These fucking people are rubbing off on me.” you grumble bitterly, crossing your arms as you sink in your chair.

“It fits you, darling,” Finnick tells you quietly, “You’re one of us now. Embrace it and maybe they won’t have to take you.”

You look to him.

“They have a colonist point of view. Save the savages.”

You hate that he’s right.

Conform, or be tortured.

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Ah, My Dear Daughter...

Him and his beloved daughter.

Nobunaga - "Papa, please groom me!"

Obviously it's a first time for him to do it but since his wife is not around, well, he will just do it then.

He randomly put some powder here, a bit of lipstick there, and some eyeshadow here.

Of course, it's MC's make up items that she brought from the future for the first time.

Her daughter is excited and couldn't wait for her mother to come home from her visit in town and so the father is her only hope.

He grinned and nod confidently to himself. "Ooooh what a masterpiece."

She beamed. "Really??" Then she took a mirror and her smile immediately disappear. She sees nothing but a thick white powder, plump lipstick all over her lips, purple eyeshadow and smudge eyeliner on her eyes. Not to mention the HUGE, ROUND blush on her cheeks.

Even Geisha wouldn't make up like this.

She pointed at her face. "This?"

He nodded. "Yes." His smug is still there.

"This? Masterpiece?" She glared.

"Oh yes, not even your mother could win over your beauty. Hmh."

MC went pale at the doorway, and the rustling sound of fallen fabric took both of their attention.

Hideyoshi - No..! It's Dangerous!

Hideyoshi has just finished with the war council, now on his way back to his chamber.

Then he paused, he smells something delicious where it came from the kitchen.

He could hear voices not too far from the place he were standing. It was Masamune and.. A woman's voice? It must be one of the maids--

"What are you doing??"

His daughter jumped. "F-father..! Don't just appear out of no where like that..!"

His eyes wheeled from the hot pot, to grinning Masamune, and to his daughter, and the KNIFE IN HER HAND???

"Wh- what is that thing you are holding now??"

"F-father, obviously this is a knife--"

"It's dangerous! Masamune, stop laughing..!"

"Oh please, Hideyoshi. Your daughter is the one who insist to learn on how to cook from me, and besides, she is very good in handling knives so you don't have to--"

He immediately take the knife away from her. "Don't cut it..! Let me do it!"

"Oh come on, father, I've been doing it all the time when I help mother in the kitchen..!"

"That won't convince me. What if you cut your finger and the bacteria spread all over your body and your face gets swollen??"

His daughter smack her forehead to his overly concerned nonsense while Masamune is laughing so much at this, until his cheeks is cramping.

"Ah, just let your father be. There's always next time--" Hideyoshi glared to the carrots in front of him, "There will be no next time..!"

Masamune shrugged. "Alright, alright, just relax, Hideyoshi. Hey..!" He poke Hideyoshi's butt cheek lightly.

Hideyoshi: Ah--

He cut his finger.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH OAO!!"

"KYAAAAA QAQQQ!!!"

Masamune: Oh f-- I'm screwed (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Masamune - Daddy, I have a boyfriend!

CLATTER.

MC went "Oh my." to the tea cup that just fell from her husband's grip.

"You-- what??"

He rushed to his daughter, gripping her on the sides of her arms.

Please, please, please, anything but that! God, let him misheard it, she didn't say that she--

"I have a boyfriend Daddy!! His name is Kei and he is sooo handsome!! Ehehehe I'm so happy (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)!!" His daughter, who is barely 6, said it happily and cup her cheeks giddily.

"What- b-b-b..!" Colors has left his body.

MC have to do something before her husband faint. "Anata, it's just a crush among the kids, oh you know, it's just the sweet things between children when they were small-"

"Never underestimate childhood love, my wife." He is all serious now. "This kind of thing must NOT be taken LIGHTLY!" He clenched his fists.

"Ah, no.. Anata-"

"How dare that brat..! He really got the guts to get the heart of my baby kitten..!"

"Anata.. Hello.. Can you hear me ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ?"

"This can't do!! There is no other HANDSOME PERSON in this world other than ME \(UAO)/!!

"Is that the main problem here ((((;゜Д゜)))??"

Ieyasu - What are you wearing?

Ieyasu's daughter likes to create a new kind of fashion, a habit that she pick up from her mother.

Not that Ieyasu mind about it.

But he DO mind when the daughter wears it.

For example, she created a new fashion for female ninja like the ones she ever saw in those animation (source: Her Uncle Sasuke OBVIOUSLY) of which the ninjas wear a short yukata where the length reached until their upper knees.

She was so happy with her creation. Twirling herself in front of the mirror, giggling happily whenever she brushed her fingers among the fabric itself.

Ieyasu simply look up from his documents, and goes "Hn." When his daughter showed him the yukata. (MC pursed her lips from holding back her laughter, knowing how contrary her husband's "Hn" is).

Until she said "Okay! Since Uncle Sasuke is around the town I'm going to--"

He raised one of his eyebrows. "..And where do you think you are going?" His tone is grim.

"Well, it's to show Uncle Sasuke this yuka-"

"NO ONE is going out of the town with THAT kind of yukata."

"A-Anata.."

"But-"

"What are you displaying? There's NOTHING to show today or NEVER."

"But I'm not--"

"No BUT'S, nothing, end of conversation."

"Ughhh!!" She stomped her feet, "FATHER YOU- YOU-..!"

He raised another of his eyebrow. "I'm what? Now go and feed the fish at the pond. Go elsewhere but the town." He glared.

Now she is pouting, trembling with anger. "FATHER YOU-- YELLOW WIRE BRUSH (/QAQ)/!!"

"Ah.. And there she goes. Looks like you've earned a new name this week hm? What was it last time? Scrubber for toile-"

"....Stop." He continued to read his documents with (-"-;) face.

Mitsunari - Nabe.

Mitsunari loved his daughter more than anything in this world. She is his angel, his blessings, his gift from God, the flower to his life. Until..

"Father, this is my fiancee, ____! Hehehe he just proposed to me yesterday..!"

She brought her fiancee to meet her parents.

MC was shocked by it, but she was happy. Yet, she is worried for her husband. It might be a big impact for him as his face is still frozen the moment both of them stepped into the room.

Her daughter's fiancee bowed to MC, and when he bowed to Mitsunari, the tactitian still has no any expression on his face.

When suddenly a smile curved on his lips. "Ah, ____. Welcome. Perfect timing of you to come today. We are having Nabe for our dinner."

MC breathe a sigh of relief, but somehow she is still worried because..

Mitsunari's smile didn't reach up to his eyes.

They sat at each other's places, and his "smile" is still there.

"Wow..! We are having meat for tonight?" His daughter cheered. "Yay! Is it from Kobe? Really, Mother?? Yay!!" She turned to her fiancee, "Isn't it great?"

Her fiancee chuckled, "Hahaha you are so cute."

Somehow MC noticed that there's a slight twitch to Mitsunari's smile.

"Oh, allow me to serve you, My Lord." Her fiancee about to take the meat to place on Mitsunari's bowl when he cut his words with "It's alright. You are a guest here. Let me do it."

"Ah, but I insist--"

With the same smile on his face, Mitsunari put a vegetable on the man's bowl of rice instead.

"O-oh, thank you--"

And another. And again, and again,...and again. Until his bowl is FULL of vegetable, while some of it fell of from the bowl itself.

"Uhm-- My Lo-"

Mitsunari gasped softly. "Ohh..! I'm so sorry."

"N-no..! It's alright--"

"It seems to be lacking of more vegetables! Here you go..!" He take the raw vegetables plate and POUR all of it in front of the man.

"F-father / Anata...!" MC and her daughter said in unison.

"Young man has to eat a lot of vegetables don't you think?" His violet eyes darkened. "Hm?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes..!"

Silent anger is more scary than anything indeed.

Mitsuhide - It was an accident!

It took a while for his daughter to convince her father to meet her boyfriend.

Well.. "Boyfriend" because the condition of this meeting is that..

Mitsuhide will decide if the boyfriend is worthy enough to be called as her fiancee.

...And he only agrees because MC is the one who persuade him to do so.

"Anata, it's about time. Come on."

He smiled. "Another one scroll for me to read, my beloved wife."

"..You said the same thing few minutes ago."

Meanwhile, Mitsuhide's daughter and her boyfriend be like:

"I can do this, I can do this,...*takes a deep breath* I can. Do. This." Her boyfriend tremble in fear, his nails dig into his knees.

"I'm so sorry ____. My father is very stubborn." She sighed. "But first, let's have a drink. Just a little bit. Okay?"

"A-a-a-alright..!" He's about to stand when his knees gives in from his nervousness, as well as the cramp from sitting too long in a same position. "WAH (/OAO)/!""Kya- OAO..!" *BAM*

Where at the same time, few seconds ago, MC has been pushing her husband to walk towards the hall, "Unnf come on already! Anata..!"

"I'm just testing his patience, my little mouse, I want to see how long he can-"

A clattering sound startled both of them. "..Anata..?" She started. "It came from the hall..! Is it the enemy??"

"..Stay here." Mitsuhide immediately run towards the meeting hall, slamming the shoji screen open "____..!"

"Ah-""Uh-"

..Only to found his daughter's boyfriend is on top of her and she's at he bottom of him.

MC catch up to her husband since she found him frozen at the doorway "Anata..? What's wro-" She gasped. "Oh my-" Then a low chuckle together with a sound of "click" took her attention. "..Oh no."

"F-F-FATHER! WE CAN- I CAN EXPLAIN..!"

"YES MY LORD, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!"

"Stop breathing starting from now." He grinned creepily, his eyes gleaming with the eye of a killer.

The very same day, their castle is full with the sound of firing gun and a girlish scream.

Kenshin - Daddy, when I grow up..

"I want to marry Uncle Sasuke..!"

His sake cup paused mid-air the moment his beloved daughter suddenly announce her fantasy dream in the middle of tea time.

"Oho? Well, well, isn't this interesting?" Shingen grinned. "What do you say, Sasuke?"

Sasuke, who has been playing with his Lord's 6 years old daughter were surprised at it but it doesn't last long as he knew that it is just a part of kid's usual thing to say.

Especially when he is indeed the closest Uncle for her since she was small where at times he had helped with baby sitting the girl whenever Kenshin is busy or MC is busy tending to their youngest son.

She loved her other uncles too but Sasuke is always her favorite. Therefore this kind of thing is not really surprising. It's something to be expected of because at times the daughter would always say "I love you..!" cutely to her ninja Uncle.

Despite this.. Sasuke still choose to tease his Lord. And MC knew about it yet choose not to spoil the fun of watching her husband's interesting reaction.

Because Kenshin is still not giving any respond to his daughter's words.

"Anata? Are you alright?" She breaks the silence, holding back her laughter.

"....."

"Well if I am still available by then, yes, let's get married." Sasuke added with the most stoic face ever. As usual. Then he continued with "So, I will have your blessings to have your daughter by then." He bowed.

Shingen snorted and immediately covered his mouth.

"Hmm but this could be a problem."

MC feign a serious expression. "Why, Sasuke?"

"If I marry Kenshin-sama's daughter now, it could be a crime. You know, it's like marrying a loli. Hm.." He nods. "MC. I will take responsibility."

She nodded as well, pursing her lips, she pull out an 'invisible phone' and make a 'call', "Hello police? There's a criminal here."

Yukimura: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ... These two are at it again.

Kenshin, after a few minutes: ...Fine.

MC: HE APPROVED--

Sasuke's own eyes widened. "He approved- oh. Uhm.. Kenshin-sama, my apologies, I was just teasing you."

His Lord frown, followed by a sigh. "You are complicated sometimes." He sip his sake, "You are my ninja and so I trusted you more than any other vassal. What else other than approval would you want?"

"Anata.. That's not the case here." MC, currently stuck in between a surprise or wanted to laugh so bad from her husband's interesting reaction.

Shingen couldn't take it anymore and laugh out loud until he coughed all the dango from his mouth, and were nagged by Yukimura for imitating a hamster.

Shingen - Just WHAT are you wearing??

Everytime MC and her husband travel through time, their daughter will take this chance to hang out with her modern era friends.

One thing about MC's only daughter is that, she is fashionable and is into fashion designs like her mother. Therefore, mostly her wardrobe will be full with her own designs.

Except.. It can be kind of revealing. Unlike Ieyasu's reaction to his daughter when she wear something "revealing", Shingen's will be dramatic.

So there's one time where they had to attend an event to celebrate Sasuke's new invention and the warlords, especially MC and Shingen were invited.

"Oh Anata, I will get back to you to help for your necktie, give me a few minutes alright?" MC resumes her make up before calling for her daughter who is still in her room, "Honey, we are going soon, won't you be late for your outing with your friends?"

After a good 10 minutes she comes out from her room with a crop top and a skirt. "I'm ready~ how do I look, mother?" She beamed.

MC opens her mouth and close it back with a smile. "Yes, it was cute. How about you show it to your father as well? Oh, could you help with his necktie? You know how much your father is not used to it yet." She winked.

"Okie dokie~" She hops to her father, who is still focusing to adjust his necktie, "Father let me help you with that..!"

"Ah, Thank you my beloved ange--AHH OAO!"

She gasped. "What..? What's wrong?"

"Y-you-.. What do you think you are wearing??"

"Oh dear, you scared me, father..!" She huffed and roll her eyes.

"I scared you? Excuse me-- why is it so short??"

"Please, father..! It's the fashion here..!" She's about to turn around and her father were startled once more "AHH OAO!!"

"What now, Father??"

"T-that..! What is that??" He pointed to her bare back.

"Oh it's the latest trend," She whispered, "It's 'backless'."

"Backless- what- MC..! Come here..! Your daughter is--"

"Goodbye~~~ see you tonight Mother~~"

"MC- WAIT- MY ANGEL IS-"

She shushed him. "How about I wear it?"

"Ah, that would be nice-- wait- OAO!"

Yukimura - Sneaky Little Girl

Yukimura had made a rule within himself even before MC is pregnant,

That he will treat his children equally.

Boys or girls, there will be no difference. There will be no special treatment.

"Papa..! I want that." His son said as he pointed to a fabric doll of a bear.

"We have it at the castle."

"But Uncle Shingen is not a doll!" He pouted to his father, while MC snorted "What are you, Anata? Asian mom wannabe?"

"What- what do you mean- no, ___ I won't get you that doll- Hey MC don't buy that for him ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨..!"

His sleeves were tugged gently. "...Papa."

Yukimura's face immediately changed from ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨ to (ू•ᴗ•ू❁) with "Yesss?"

Both MC and their son: ಠ_ಠ....

"I want that." She pointed at the sweets shop.

"Ahh, you want the chestnut bun? Or the dango? Or the mochi? Or-"

MC coughed. "Anata."

He immediately turn back to "normal". "Uhh. No, can't do. You will get a bad stomach ache. And a cavit-" He froze to his daughter's teary eyes. "..ties.. You will get cavities..! D-don't show that face to me. D-"

"...." She is tugging on her mother's yukata now,..with the same teary eyed look.

"No, you won't convince me otherwise no matter what. You won't--"

"Papa.. You are so evil.." She rub her tears with her small arms. "I just want one of it.. Y-you even bully big brother for not buying him the toy.." She sniffed into her mother's thighs. "Awww honey. I will get it for you okay?""No..! Papa has promised us..! Unn I hate Papa (PД`q｡)!!"

"GAHHHH FINE ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!!"

The moment Yukimura goes off to buy those things that his children wanted, he didn't know the two of them (which include his own wife) shows "thumbs up" and a high-5 with one another behind his back.

Sasuke - I want to learn to use..

"A sword."

He paused from drawing glasses on his wood block. "Come again?"

His daughter, age of 6, pursed her lips, clenching on her knees and repeat it again, "I want to learn on how to use a sword."

It has always been a dream of his, to make a 'Ninja Squad' with his children. But the moment he got a daughter after 2 sons, he find himself go against the idea. Practically, his daughter is his princess and a princess that must be protected all the time.

"It's nice, but it's still dangerous for you right now." His first born, who has his personality answered in his father's place.

"Agreed. Even if you are learning it now, we won't allow you to use it right away." His second child added.

She pouted, turning to her mother for help, but she only smiled at her daughter. "Your second brother already answer for me, honey." -"This is not fair..!"

Sasuke tried to look away from seeing her upcoming tears, and to make it worse, she scoffed at him with "Fine! I will ask Uncle Kenshin then!"

"Anything but that- alright, I will teach you on how to use ninja bombs then..!"

"Hmph! Ninja bombs is lame!!" She shouted and stomp away angrily.

It's like a lightning struck to Sasuke and his sons : ฅ(๑⊙д⊙๑)ฅ!!

MC: My my (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

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