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gukyi · 6 years ago

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a heart full of love | myg

summary: people say that actors are the most dramatic people in the world but those people haven't met a certain min yoongi.

{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}

pairing: yoongi x female reader word count: 10k genre: fluff, angst so light a feather weighs more warnings: bad references to les miserables and memes, in that order. yoongi being outrageous. lots of caps lock. unrealistic portrayals of the arts. musical directors that are way too chill to be high school teachers. possible megaphone misuse. a/n: how long have i put off this fic? too long, honestly. but here it is, finally!! i wrote the majority of this between the hours of 10pm and 5am. forgive my mistakes. happy birthday to one of my closest irl friends, who literally requested i write this in april. i’m so sorry. it’s finally here. also happy birthday, but i said this already.

If you lived in some Black Mirror-esque alternate universe where every single human being lived their life and interacted with others as though they were merely profiles on a social media website, the first thing you would do is use the Block feature in your everyday life. And you would use it on none other than Min Yoongi.

It’s a massive shame that there’s no real life unfollow, blocked, reported feature because Min Yoongi, Unnecessary Nuisance Extraordinaire, is quite deserving of all three. Especially considering there is no occurrence in your life more unfortunate than the fact that Min Yoongi just had to waltz into the drama club interest meeting in freshman year, sit his ass down at one of the desks, and sign his name in ugly penmanship under the words Interested in Stage Crew? written in Comic Sans.

You didn’t know it yet, no, not when you barely knew his name and could barely see him under the massive black hoodie he was wearing, but Min Yoongi wrote his name down under the Stage Crew interest line and you wrote yours down under Acting interest line and it was like you signed off your soul. Like you said “I do” to the personification of the word irritation, committed yourself to a thorn in your side for the next four years. A thorn that seems to have a particular penchant for the dramatic arts. It’s a shame that Min Yoongi isn’t interested in acting, but then again, you think that if you had to stand on a stage next to him, there’s no telling what could happen.

🅱️rama 🅱️lub 🅱️officers

you (12:46PM): are you guys good for the meeting this afternoon? you (12:46PM): in the choir room

namjoon (12:48PM): I still don’t have dues from half of the drama club

you (12:50PM): threaten them

namjoon (12:51PM): With what?

you (12:52PM): idk you (12:52PM): the wrath of kim namjoon ig

seokjin (12:54PM): i wouldn’t exactly call the wrath of kim namjoon particularly threatening

you (12:55PM): no one asked u seokjin you (12:55PM): you’re in love with him

seokjin (1:01PM): love is a great and wonderful thing y/n

min (1:03PM): yeah y/n ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you (1:05PM): do not start with me min

min (1:05PM): i just want to love you y/n

you (1:06PM): fuck off you (1:07PM): i didn’t ask

namjoon: (1:07PM): Can you not make declarations of love in the drama officers group chat?

you (1:08PM): i am not the one making the love declarations here

min (1:09PM): <3

you (1:10PM): i hate you

seokjin (1:34PM): I will forever be shocked that Park and Bae let the two of you be officers in the same club

When the bell rings you dash out of your last class of the day, making a beeline for the choir room so you can get there before the rush of the other drama students. It’s very unprofessional for the President of the drama club to be late to her own meeting. You quickly weave your way through the hordes of other students and arrive at your destination, earlier that mostly everyone else.

Mostly.

Min Yoongi is sitting at the shitty piano right by the door, the one that’s always out of tune no matter what your poor choir director does to try and fix it, playing a distant melody of a tune you vaguely know but cannot name. It would probably be nice if it weren’t for the fact that the piano itself sounds terrible and the fact that it is Min Yoongi who is pressing those keys.

He seems to perk up when he notices you’re here, just because he thrives off of your displeasure as any guy as dramatic and obnoxious as he is would. He begins to play the melody more forcefully, passionate and strong, like he’s trying to tell you something. The only thing is that you already know what he’s going to say.

“It’s called Liebestraume,” Yoongi says aloud as he continues to play, knowing that your eyes are trained on him.

“And?” You prompt.

“It means love dream,” he begins to explain, making you roll your eyes as you start heading over to the chalkboard obscured from your vision at the present moment. Though beautiful, you don’t want to hear any more of Min Yoongi playing it on that poor, mildly broken piano. It sounds off and with his fingers on the keys it makes you feel even more aggravated than you already are when you’re in his presence. Which, during drama season, is always.

As you round the corner in this L-shape of a choir room, you are greeted with the sight of a perfectly Not Blank chalkboard. In fact, there’s this horrific scrawl in all capital letters on it. It reads:

Y/N,

WILL YOU GO OUT ON A DATE WITH ME? CHECK ☐ YES ☐ NO

— MIN YOONGI

You turn around to glare at a wonderfully guilty-looking Min Yoongi, who’s smiling proudly at the monstrosity he’s written on the board. He’s always fucking like this, and it’s ridiculous and out-of-hand but you are powerless to stop it. The worst part is that he’s written your name and his so there’s no confusion whatsoever as to who this message is addressed to and who it’s from. Such blatant call-outage makes your cheeks heat up, both in mortification and fury.

“Are you serious, Min?” You ask, speechless. The rest of the drama club trickles in, including your fellow officers, Seokjin and Namjoon, and each person gets a nice good look at the chalkboard as they sit down in the choir chairs. By the time the room is half-filled, most people are looking at you, waiting for your response. You swear you can see Taehyung over by the director’s desk with his phone out. He’s definitely recording this whole thing to put on his Snapchat, because he’s one of those people that has ten minute Snapchat stories like the heathen he is.

“When am I not, Y/N?” Yoongi asks in response, cruising on up to where Namjoon and Seokjin stand, waiting for the meeting to begin. He takes his sweet time, relishing in the attention he’s receiving and the press he’s focusing on you. Your misery seems to fuel him.

Pretty soon all of the officers are standing up at the front of the room, ready to start the meeting and cover all of the bases before sending everyone home for the afternoon. Well, all of them besides you. You’re still staring, flabbergasted, at the message written on the chalkboard.

“Well?” Seokjin prompts, looking like he’s about to keel over with laughter. Him and Namjoon seem to be enjoying themselves quite a lot up there. “Aren’t you going to respond?”

The ever-growing drama club crowd laughs, looking at you expectantly. Half of them probably think you’re going to check YES and the world will end because it will be the first time you have ever accepted a date request from Min Yoongi, and the other half probably think you’re going to brutally circle NO before moving on with the meeting entirely. Taehyung’s filming you no matter what happens.

You reach down for the eraser on the ledge at the bottom of the chalkboard, and wipe the whole damn message away, word by word, line by line, until all that’s left is:

☐ NO

and that’s that. Not the best way to turn him down—you’ve definitely done better—but good enough for now and certainly good enough for Taehyung, who is absolutely laughing his entire head off in that back corner. When you turn back to the front of the room where the rest of the drama club officers await you, Yoongi’s pouting, puppy dog eyes on full display, pretending to be heartbroken at your rejection.

“Oh, stuff it, Min,” you chide, marching over to stand in between Seokjin and Yoongi as you clap your hands to begin the meeting.

It goes fairly well. Yoongi gives his instructions to his neck of the woods: the stage crew kids gathered in the top right corner of the seats, all of whom are on their phones and not paying attention to anything that the rest of the officers are saying. Quite frankly, you’re not even sure if they’re listening to Yoongi either. He’s their only representation in the republic known as the Drama Club Officers and they’re barely giving him even a margin of their attention. Namjoon manages to get dues from a couple more people. Seokjin is loud and reckless and everybody loves him, as per usual. You manage the whole thing, switching slides and relaying information from the musical directors.

When the meeting is over, Taehyung hangs back with the officers, partly because he’s your best friend and partly because he’s also your ride. Namjoon records the names of all of the students who gave him money and Seokjin waits around because they always leave school together.

Yoongi grabs his stuff and pulls on his black beanie, letting the thick wool cover his platinum bangs, looking longingly at the ☐ NO still left on the chalkboard. He stuffs his headphones into his ears and begins to head out, but not before shouting, “Don’t forget about me, Y/N!”

You wouldn’t be able to even if you tried.

Seokjin and Namjoon head out soon after, leaving you and Taehyung alone in the choir room as you pull on your jackets and adjust your backpacks. Taehyung’s keys jingle on the lanyard he’s got wrapped around his hand.

“I’d say that was a pretty successful meeting, wouldn’t you?” He asks on the way out, headed towards the exit that leads to the parking lot where his busted old car waits.

“Other than the Yoongi fiasco in the beginning, yeah, I think it went alright,” you say, only the slightest bit (more like a medium amount) bitter. Min Yoongi always has to be so… Yoongi.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I know you hate his guts, Y/N, but seriously. You’re playing Eponine in Les Miserables and yet when a love confession comes knocking on your door, you turn the lights off.”

“He doesn’t really mean it,” you insist like it’s obvious, because it is. No way in hell does Yoongi actually want to go out with you. He exists to torture you, nothing more, nothing less.

Your best friend sighs. His car beeps as he unlocks it. Some days you wonder what your life would be like if you had never met Min Yoongi, but then you remember that not even the kindest goddess could have prevented the firestorm known as your relationship.

You’re leaning against the stage, rehearsing your lines in your head when you hear the heavy stage door opening then slamming shut, heavy footsteps ringing out throughout the theater.

There’s just enough time to spot Taehyung marching in, proud as ever, jumping from the stage ledge to the carpeted pit below, and shouting, “Guess who just failed his calc test!”

Nobody applauds. In fact, nobody seems to take any note of him besides you and the director, who is shaking his head as he writes something down on his clipboard. But you have to take notice of him because he’s your best friend.

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” you chide as he strides up to you. You don’t need to move your eyes from your script to know that he’s smiling. He reaches into his bag to show you the proof—a fucking satchel that cost him an arm and a leg at Urban Outfitters because he is a piece of shameless hipster trash and extremely proud of it—pulling out a crumpled looking thing stapled together in the top left corner. On the front, right next to where Taehyung’s scribbled his name (it looks like a goose has written it), a bright red 36/100.

“Look at her, Y/N,” Taehyung says, shoving the thing in your face. You fumble with it, trying to balance it between your fingers along with your thick (with two C’s) script. You leaf through it. There’s one page where Taehyung just drew a game of hangman. He didn’t even try to write anything down. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“What were you trying to spell out?” You ask, showing him the hangman page.

“I suck at calc.”

“You weren’t even gonna like, beg for an A?”

Taehyung looks only a little affronted. “I may be shameless but I’m not that shameless. At least I have the dignity to know when even I can’t schmooze my way to a good grade like Cher from Clueless. I just don’t have that kind of skill, Y/N! Or a rotating closet! My life is awful.”

“You know what, I think the role of Marius will be a good reality check for you. It’ll teach you to be humble. And to cherish what you already have. And to sing your feelings away.”

Taehyung scoffs. “I do that regularly.” He’s not wrong. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve found him singing a Billboard Top 50 song as a form of self-expression to achieve some sort of fake deep catharsis. He once broke out into a ballad version of Justin Bieber’s Never Say Never after missing a question while you were playing Kahoot in chemistry two years ago.

“So what do you have in calc now?”

“A 69.7%,” Taehyung declares like it’s an achievement.

“You scammed your way to a C? How?” You ask in shock. You can’t believe that Taehyung somehow managed to score enough points for him to not be failing that class. You’ve seen his test scores. His grades. He has used his un-handed-in calculus homework as a tissue before.

“My charm,” Taehyung boasts, making you cough up a laugh. At your skepticism, he adds, “and this extra credit review game we did.”

“You’re unbearable,” you tell him in disbelief, your voice still fond. You know that Taehyung doesn’t really want much to do with math, not when he happens to have a penchant for the arts. He’s just selectively studious.

Taehyung smiles to himself as he pulls out his own script, the edges of the folder bent and wrinkled and torn from being stuffed into and roughly pulled out of his satchel. “Bet my team members thought that too. Can’t say they were pleased with being paired up with me.”

“Who were you with?”

“Joy, Hana, and a certain guy whose name rhymes with Sin Boongi.”

“Very funny,” you deadpan.

“Yeah, I’m not really sure who that is either.”

His sarcasm makes you roll your eyes. It’s not so much that you can’t stand the mention of Yoongi’s name as it is you can’t stand him existing, specifically near where you exist. If living on Mars were possible and feasible and if you were as wealthy and scandalous as Elon Musk, then you would either send Min Yoongi on the first ship to the red planet or jump on yourself.

Bitterly, you realize that even if a whole fucking planet separated the two of you, he’d still probably find some way to bother you.

“I mean, Joy and Hana probably greatly dislike me for mooching off of their genuine hard work but I know for a fact that I am not the primary target of Yoongi’s attention,” Taehyung tells you pointedly, crossing his arms in front of you as he gazes at you. You roll your eyes, roughly handing back his crumpled test and going back to your lines. You don’t need a reminder as to how much of a pain in every muscle in your body Yoongi is.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I chose for this to happen.”

“Ah, yes, it’s not your fault that Min Yoongi has been trying to confess his undying love for you since freshman year and you’ve done nothing but brutally reject him each time.”

This is the part in the story where you’re supposed to say that it wasn’t always like this. You’re supposed to reminisce about some time where you and Yoongi were childhood friends, neighbors, lovers who kissed each other on the kindergarten playground. A montage of your past together is supposed to play and make everyone in the audience watching the movie coo at how close the two of you used to be. And you’re supposed to be narrating the story of your life before the music takes a dark turn and gets all dramatic and you reveal this friendship-crushing event that destroyed your relationship and is meant to make the audience feel sympathetic towards you because you’ve painted yourself as the poor, helpless victim while Yoongi is the evil and malicious person out for your blood.

The truth is is that Yoongi isn’t out for your blood. He’s just out for your mild embarrassment, the kind that makes blood rush to your cheeks and a little frown to etch itself onto your face but the same kind that makes you realize that there could be worse things he does to you. That if this is the price to pay, you’ll take it.

The truth is is that it was always sort of like this.

“Well, how else am I supposed to reply? It’s not like Yoongi means anything by it,” you huff out.

“Gossiping about me, are we now, Y/N?”

You whip your head around to find—speak of the Devil and he shall appear—Yoongi marching across stage with a bucket of nails in his hand for the set construction. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that it was there for him to toss at you. He’s wearing paint-stained clothing, black covered in red and green and brown and white, a beanie sitting atop his bleach blonde hair. He looks so… infuriatingly good.

“Only about you,” you say sharply. Min Yoongi is your one and only nemesis in the entire drama club. Not even that kid Jungkook, who, despite his sheer size, is about as clumsy as a butterfly with a broken wing. He has, multiple times, run into you because he is too busy looking in the opposite direction when in motion. You don’t really blame him, though. He’s the only one who seems to know anything about filming things, which means that the directors put him in charge of anything to do with a camera. Which is a lot.

“I’m honored,” Yoongi tells you, one hand over his heart. He places the bucket down by the wooden planks on stage, a drill already waiting on top of them. “Keep an eye out for me, will you?”

“Min Yoongi, what are you planning now!” You shout, but he’s already beginning to drill, the noise of the drill bit pressing into the wood overwhelming your cries.

They’re the only words he speaks to you for the entire afternoon, leaving you fuming in place once more. Taehyung does absolutely nothing to help besides suggesting that you should put one of the frogs that the freshman biology kids have to dissect into his backpack, a plan that would perhaps work if it weren’t for the fact that it is equal parts hilarious and disgusting. Go big or go home, and you would rather sleep.

The only difference between before and now is that then Yoongi was a scrawny kid who wore all black and played basketball in the gymnasium alone and now he is, apparently, none of those things. Somewhere along the line Yoongi turned from a freshman into a senior and you don’t really know how you feel about it because the boy you are decidedly mortal enemies with is not supposed to look that good. That’s the problem here.

Of course, you could never voice this concern to anybody. Not even Taehyung, because Lord knows you would never hear the end of it from him. Taehyung’s wonderful, but he’s a bit of a blabbermouth, and when Taehyung finds out something the entire drama department will soon follow.

“People’s Song, folks!” One of the directors calls. “Everyone into the choir room!”

On your way over there, you lock eyes with Min Yoongi. He grins.

Ugh.

“Seokjin, are you even listening to me?” The choir director asks with a pointed look on his face, hands on his hips. Seokjin is too busy eating one of those snack packs of Nutella and breadsticks, turning around like a deer caught in the headlights, cheeks puffy and lips chocolate-y. Where did that come from? Is he even allowed to be eating in here?

“Vaguely,” he responds, making the director roll his eyes. “Can’t hear you over the sound of me quenching my hunger.”

All of the students in the room laugh over the sound of Seokjin’s teeth crunching down onto the snack.

Namjoon, with a tie around his forehead for some unknown reason (you know for a fact that the kids in charge of costumes did not put him up to this), strolls up to his boyfriend, disregarding the seating arrangement entirely to snatch a breadstick from the container. Seokjin takes notice of the accessory tied around his head and tugs on it slightly, making everyone close their eyes to shield them gross display of public affection.

The director sighs, paging back a bit in the score before hitting the pitch on his piano. “We’re starting at the top.”

He begins to play, the thick sound of the piano echoing throughout the room from the dinky speakers behind his desk. Seokjin clears his throat, coughing a little before starting.

“One day more,” he sings. “Another day, another destiny…”

Namjoon rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he sings, peering down at his lines every now and then just to see when his entrance is coming up.

“One day more,” Seokjin ends his phrase and the director continues to play, waiting for Taehyung to enter.

The only thing is that Taehyung’s been absent from school for the past two days after coming down with strep throat. You have no idea where he contracted that from, especially considering you’ve gotten strep every year since you were eleven.

“Marius?” The director stops on a clunky note. “Where is he?”

“He’s sick,” you inform him. “Strep.”

“Fine,” the director sighs, rubbing his temples. He definitely doesn’t get paid enough. “Anyone willing to fill in? You don’t have to be any good, you just need to sing.”

No one seems to be willing to take Taehyung’s part. Not that you blame them, because Marius has a fairly decent range and everyone in high school cares too much about their reputation to be willing to sacrifice their own pride for the greater good.

Well, everyone except one person.

“I will,” Yoongi volunteers from out of nowhere. You furrow your brows in disbelief as you watch him stroll over to the front of the choir room. Where the hell did he come from? Has he been here the whole time? Yoongi has almost no business being in the choir room during a practice for one of the songs when he is 1) not a choir student and 2) in stage crew. It’s like he just manifested from the dust particles floating around.

“Alright, fine,” the choir director says gruffly. “Need a script?”

“No, it’s alright,” Yoongi says, cruising over and taking the seat right next to your own. He smiles casually at you, like it’s no big deal that he just volunteered to take Taehyung’s part for this one particular song.

“What the hell are you doing,” you mutter to him.

“Using my resources,” he hisses back.

“Okay, we’re starting from the beginning again. Seokjin?”

Seokjin looks up at the call of his name with half of a baby carrot sticking out of his mouth. There’s a Ziploc bag full of them sitting on Namjoon’s lap. He chews the offending vegetable like a rabbit, quickly and furiously, before swallowing down what’s left and clearing his throat once more.

He gets through his verse with relative ease and for a brief second you think this might actually just be a normal fucking rehearsal when—

“I did not live until today,” Yoongi sings in his rough voice, gravelly yet smooth all at once. It shocks you a little bit, how decent of a singer he is. He really does have a calling for the dramatics. “How can I live when we are parted?” You can feel his gaze on your figure, even if he is glancing back and forth at the lyrics he’s pulled up on his phone. He’s waiting to see how you’ll react.

“One day more,” Seokjin continues, but you can see the way his eyes are trained on the two of you. He’s trying to be subtle about it.

“Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away, and yet with you, my world has started,” Yoongi continues, even as Eunbi—Cosette—joins in from across the room. She doesn’t seem to care that Taehyung’s not here and that Yoongi’s taken his place. You don’t really blame her—she thinks that Taehyung is the baboon of the music department and quite frankly, her thoughts are not at all misled.

“One day more, all on my own,” you begin to sing softly, barely audible over the sound of the piano keys clunking throughout the room. You don’t really know if you have the guts to look up at Yoongi.

“Will we ever meet again?” He sings, except his words aren’t directed at Cosette.

“One more day with him not caring,” the lyrics come naturally to you but the feeling of everyone watching you will always be foreign, even if you were born to be a performer. Born to be on stage.

This is different than being on stage.

“I was born to be with you,” Yoongi declares more than he sings, reaching his arm out towards you. Slowly, you begin to look up at Yoongi, who looks just about as expressive as Taehyung is whenever he serenades the goldfish in his room. He’s got his arms outstretched towards you and is singing like his life depends on it, kind of because you have the slightest feeling that you’re about to end it when you’re done with this song.

“What a life I might have known,” you sing through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at Yoongi. He is, to put it simply, wholly undeterred. This is supposed to be a romantic and wistful and hopeful tune and because of him, the entire damn song has gotten flipped—turned upside down. Marius isn’t even the one in love with Eponine. That’s the whole reason her character exists. Because he doesn’t love her.

Not that you’re implying that Yoongi feels any sort of romantic affection towards you. Impossible. There are plenty of reasons that Yoongi does shit like this but you doubt any of them are “because he loves you.”

“And I swear I will be true,” Yoongi promises, belts out with more emotion than you think you’ve ever seen him. This feels like it’s about to turn into a High School Musical scene from how dramatic Yoongi’s being.

“But he never saw me there.” It’s turned into a staring contest between you and him. Yoongi’s grinning wildly as he continues, making the tense press of your lips grow even tighter.

“One more day before the storm,” Namjoon jumps in, and it seems that he’s following Yoongi’s preferred plan of attack which is to sing like it is the last time he will ever sing. He jumps up like he’s literally part of the June Revolution, his fists curled in a power stance.

Yoongi joins in, leaping to his feet. Since when is Namjoon the instigator? “Do I follow where she goes?”

“At the barricades of freedom,” Namjoon follows, raising his arm in solidarity to whatever cause he stands for. Seokjin stands up as well, adjusting the tie around his boyfriend’s forehead as he does.

“Shall I join my brothers there?”

“When our ranks begin to form?”

“Do I stay, and do I dare?”

“Will you take your place with me?”

There comes a point where suddenly you are the only one who is still sitting in your chair, your feet rooted firmly to the ground in protest. Everyone around you is beginning to belt out the lyrics, even if it isn’t their part. You hate drama kids. Oh goodness, you hate them.

You think you might actually make it through this whole rehearsal without dying of embarrassment, but then Yoongi reaches down where he stands next to you and pulls you to your feet, making you gasp slightly at the tug. He’s gotten quite strong. It must be all of the carrying he does during stage crew.

“The time is now, the day is here!” Everyone shouts rather than sings. Yoongi looks right into your eyes as he says the lyrics and you wonder if he can see the disdain lacing your irises. If this is his attempt at another confession, it’s exceedingly poor.

“One day more!” Seokjin practically yodels before everyone dissolves into a fit of laughter. Even the choir director has a smile on his face.

“Won’t you love me, Y/N?” Yoongi asks you, closing his eyes dramatically as he opens his arms.

You look at him in disbelief. You hope he can’t see the way the fondness bleeds into your expression. “In your dreams, Min.”

It ends there.

you (7:03PM): how dare you

yeontan’s daddy (7:03PM): what did i do

you (7:04PM): be sick

yeontan’s daddy (7:04PM): well excuse me for getting strep from a certain someone

you (7:04PM): idk what ur talking about ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yeontan’s daddy (7:05PM): Okay™ yeontan’s daddy (7:05PM): what happened today yeontan’s daddy (7:05PM): did i miss something

you (7:05PM): yoongi

yeontan’s daddy (7:06PM): omg noooooo i missed it!! yeontan’s daddy (7:06PM): i wonder if jk filmed it

you (7:06PM): im distressed and the only thing you can think about is if jungkook filmed it???????

yeontan’s daddy (7:07PM): are you questioning my priorities

you (7:07PM): i hate you

yeontan’s daddy (7:08PM): just like you hate yoongi

you (7:06PM): you are the worst best friend i have ever had

yeontan’s daddy (7:08PM): what did he do this time

you (7:09PM): he SANG TO ME you (7:09PM): SANG!! WITH HIS VOICE !!! you (7:09PM): HIS LIPS MOVED AND MADE NOISE

yeontan’s daddy (7:10PM): that is typically how people sing

you (7:10PM): HE SANG !!! IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED !!!!! I DON’T THINK SO !!!!!

yeontan’s daddy (7:10PM): i didn’t know yoongi sang

you (7:10PM): HE DOESN’T

yeontan’s daddy (7:10PM): you seem very emotional about this

you (7:10PM): IM ANGRY

yeontan’s daddy (7:11PM): is he at least a decent singer

you (7:11PM): YES

yeontan’s daddy (7:11PM): wow you’re mad

you (7:11PM): IM RAGING!!!!!

yeontan’s daddy (7:12PM): what did he sing? imo he definitely should have serenaded you with take on me

you (7:12PM): HE SANG YOUR FUCKING PART

yeontan’s daddy (7:12PM): mine????

you (7:12PM): BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T HERE TODAY

yeontan’s daddy (7:12PM): I DON’T HAVE A VOICE yeontan’s daddy (7:12PM): MY DOCTOR SAID IM CONTAGIOUS

you (7:13PM): IM MAD AT YOU

yeontan’s daddy (7:13PM): marius isn’t even in love with eponine??? it’s the other way around???

you (7:13PM): I KNOW

yeontan’s daddy (7:14PM): what were you even singing

you (7:14PM): ONE DAY MORE you (7:14PM): AND HE SANG ALL OF HIS LINES you (7:14PM): WHILE LOOKING AT ME you (7:14PM): AND IM ANGRY ABOUT IT

yeontan’s daddy (7:16PM): im going to be extremely disappointed if no one filmed this

you (7:16PM): EVERYONE JOINED IN you (7:16PM): HE GOT UP TO HIS FEET AND SUDDENLY IT WAS LIKE SOME HSM BULLSHIT you (7:16PM): I HATE THIS

yeontan’s daddy (7:19PM): i just double checked my lines for one day more and that’s like? very romantic? a 10/10 even if the delivery was a bit off

you (7:19PM): ARE YOU TAKING HIS SIDE!!!

yeontan’s daddy (7:19PM): is your caps lock button just… perpetually on

you (7:19PM): YES

yeontan’s daddy (7:19PM): you can’t possibly be this mad about being serenaded

you (7:20PM): IM DISTRESSED

yeontan’s daddy (7:20PM): is this because you literally have no idea how to navigate your feelings for yoongi

you (7:20PM): my only feelings for yoongi are disdain and general disgust

yeontan’s daddy (7:20PM): i really do not think that is true

you (7:20PM): what else could it be

yeontan’s daddy (7:23PM): hmmm yeontan’s daddy (7:23PM): i wonder

you (7:24PM): what the hell are you trying to say you (7:25PM): i know you fucking got this text you (7:26PM): do not leave me on read!!! you (7:34PM): taehyung!!!! how dare you!!!!! you (7:40PM): im calling the police !!!!! you (8:45PM): taehyung!!!!!!

It pains you to say so, but the set looks fantastic. As much as your petty grudges and general pride hate to admit it, Yoongi and his gang of gangly, uncoordinated, My Chemical Romance-listening stage crew students do a wonderful job each year, and this musical is no exception. On stage right now, in front of the background design of an unspecified French city in the early-to-mid 1800s is a pile of apparent rubbish. But it’s meant to be like that, old tables and chairs and even the damn piano from the choir room all mashed together, glued and nailed and enforced with random wooden planks here and there, meant to look like a real French barricade built haphazardly by students who most definitely aren’t gifted in the arts of engineering and invention. And if Namjoon, king of standing on top of things he shouldn’t be standing on top of, can climb to the top without either toppling over or bringing the whole construction down with him, then it must be sturdy as hell.

“You’re rousing, Namjoon,” the director tells him. The student in question is wobbling as he makes his way up the mountain of random household objects, Seokjin standing a couple of feet away on the sidelines and looking on fondly. “Be more… revolutionary. You’re calling everyone to action, right?”

“Right,” Namjoon nods, but the action makes him lose his footing for a quick second. He regains it nearly as fast, but not before Seokjin’s darting over, instinct telling him to protect the one he loves.

“Okay, so act like it,” the director says.

“Red, the blood of angry men!” Namjoon cries, his voice the slightest bit melodic that it needs to be. Seokjin looks on like a very pleased boyfriend.

“More! Angrier!” The director encourages. He’s been working on getting Namjoon to act more like a revolutionary in France in the early nineteenth century for a while now, most as a result of Namjoon’s insecurity of his ability to act like one. The thing is, you’ve seen Namjoon in debates in your political science class. And you’ve seen the way he protests the way that student minorities are always punished more severely than those that aren’t. And you’ve read his essays about the oppression of women’s rights in modern society. Namjoon’s about as revolutionary as they come, powerful, intelligent, noble—he just doesn’t know it.

“Red, the blood of angry men!” Namjoon says, getting provoked by the director. All of the students on stage are feeling the June Rebellion coursing through their veins, angry yet determined expressions lacing their features as they all engage in various revolutionary activity.

“Good, good!” The director emphasizes.

“Black, the dark of ages past!” continues Namjoon, getting a bit daring and moving to stand taller. He’s nearly at the top of the Mount Everest of rubbish. “Red, a world about to dawn!”

Namjoon takes one giant step, knee knocking into the edge of some table, and reaches the very peak of the trash pile. He balances himself on some sort of ledge and triumphantly raises both of his fists in the air, and with a great big, empowering grin, shouts, “Black, the night that ends at last!”

At this exact moment, ironically enough, all of the lights on stage shut off. The ones in the pit soon follow after a split second, and then the entire auditorium is shrouded in darkness.

“What the fuck,” you can hear Namjoon mutter to himself. He doesn’t dare move for fear of misplacing his foot and crashing to the stage floor.

“Go, Yoongi, go!”

The director doesn’t even have time to shout Hoseok’s name before you hear some random scuffling, rushed and quick and very disorganized. You whip your head around, hoping to spot the offending stage crew manager and the entourage he has somehow gathered to do his dirty work, but then the lights flicker back on, one by one from the back of the auditorium all the way to the stage, where Min Yoongi stands in the center with the megaphone held to his mouth.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. You already know exactly what’s about to happen and you try and hide yourself, sinking into the sweater you’re wearing as you quickly scan for any means of escape or disguise. Maybe you can go hide behind Jungkook, since he’s standing in the middle of the seats with a fat camera in his hand, filming the whole thing. You’re about to make a mad dash before Yoongi can do anything when you hear a crackling sound and—

“Y/N!” Yoongi shouts into the megaphone, his voice mildly unintelligible and cracked around the edges. He doesn’t really need to shout, not when he’s got a megaphone in his hand, but here he is.

“Oh my God,” you say in shock, your head slowly sinking into your hands. “Oh. My God.”

“IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN GOING TO HARVARD AND GETTING TO DATE YOU, I WOULD DATE YOU,” Yoongi continues, voice blaring. “SORRY FOR CAUSING ALL OF THIS RUCKUS, DIRECTORS, BUT YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO ‘EM. SPECIFICALLY Y/N. BECAUSE I LOVE HER.”

“Christ almighty,” you continue to mutter, knowing fully well that Jungkook is panning back and forth between where you stand in the pit and where Yoongi stands on stage.

“I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH GRANDER I CAN GO WITH THESE, Y/N. I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS. YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED.”

Taehyung snickers somewhere next to you.

“IN ANY CASE, NOW THAT I’VE CAUSED ENOUGH DISRUPTION, PLEASE DON’T FIRE ME AS HEAD OF STAGE CREW. WE FINISHED ALL OF THE SETUP. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING LEFT TO DO. I HAVE ONE FINAL QUESTION.”

It’s a wonder that Yoongi hasn’t auditioned for any sort of drama show because he’d almost be guaranteed a main role. What with all of this nonsense.

“WILL YOU, Y/N, DO ME THE HONOR OF GOING OUT ON A DATE WITH ME?”

Yoongi then proceeds to hand the megaphone off to Jimin, who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere, who grabs it in his baby-sized hands and rushes towards you with it. He hands it over to you and points to the button you’re meant to press to get the thing to turn on.

“Is this the best you can do, Min?” You ask in response, a challenge that he’s definitely going to accept. You’re digging your own grave here but you don’t have the heart to just straight up reject him, especially not when he’s managed to corral all of the kids in stage crew and the tech kids up in the light and soundbooth to do this for him. This is like some twisted promposal gone completely wrong. “Step your game up and then maybe I’ll consider it.”

With that, you hand the megaphone back to a very disgruntled director and continue on with your day. On stage, Yoongi is handing out high-fives to his entire crew, considering this endeavor a success. Or at least, a not-failure. The directors are trying to wrangle everyone up again to rehearse but consider their efforts fruitless and give a ten minute break.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say no,” Taehyung says in disbelief as he comes up next to you, arms crossed over his chest. “I thought Yoongi was a goner.”

“I’m being benevolent,” you inform him. “Next time he pulls some shit like this and I’m locking him up in the catwalk. When they tear this school down they will find his skeleton, still wearing that goddamn black beanie.”

“Wow, you really thought that out,” Taehyung comments, mildly impressed. Then, because he’s got the attention span of a puppy in a park, “I can’t believe you said you’d consider it. Since when do you consider anything to do with Yoongi?”

“I told you I was being benevolent.”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually warming up to the idea of going out with him. I’ll die of shock.”

“You sure that strep throat didn’t infect your brain?” You tease, ruffling his head.

“I think it might have, considering I just had a dream where you said you might actually consider going on a date with Yoongi.”

“I’m getting his hopes up so that I can crush them with my bare hands,” you say, glancing towards Yoongi. He seems to notice your gaze upon him and sends you some classic finger guns and an incredibly greasy wink, neither of which you return. “Like a grape.”

“I have never seen you crush a grape with your bare hands before.”

“Bring grapes tomorrow.”

“Regardless, you’re not that cruel, Y/N. You told Yoongi to step his game up and he will and if you reject him, I won’t be able to figure out if it’s all in good fun or not. It’s a fine line to cross, Y/N,” Taehyung warns cautiously, giving you a pointed look. You sigh. This isn’t how you pictured this conversation with Taehyung going. You thought he would just applaud you for not being so heartless but now he’s off preaching.

“I don’t know why he keeps doing it,” you think aloud. It’s never-ending, the confessions, over and over again without any sort of break in between. They’ve become so common that it’s a part of your routine at this point, something you just expect to happen despite their general spontaneity. It’s not so much that they’re predictable as it is they’re nice surprises.

Taehyung frowns. “Have you ever told him to stop?” He asks you with his eyebrows raised, a valid point to be making. “You know that if you told him to stop he would, right? He’s not that much of an asshole.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself when the realization hits you. It’s never occurred to you that you’ve never told Yoongi to stop with all of this nonsense, even after year after year of it. You know Yoongi well enough to know that if something he was doing made you feel truly uncomfortable, he wouldn’t continue doing it. He’s a decent guy like that. Taehyung’s right. Yoongi would stop the moment you asked him to.

But why haven’t you? Even after four years of having to hear him proclaim his undying affection for you in elaborate and schemed ways, you’ve never once told him no. You’ve accepted it as reality and continued on with your life.

It’s come so far that now you just expect them.

Like you’re waiting for the next time.

“You’re thinking awful hard about this,” Taehyung notes as he pops a piece of white cheddar popcorn into his mouth.

“I’m distressed,” you tell him.

“Have you ever once considered the idea that you may, in fact, enjoy the attention you receive from him?”

You scoff as a knee-jerk reaction. “Don’t be ridiculous. I hate him.”

Taehyung frowns. “I don’t really think that you do.”

“Can you stop doing that?” You ask bitterly.

Taehyung raises a brow. “Doing what?”

“Being all cryptic and shit. Whenever we talk about me and Yoongi all you do is dodge my questions and be vague. Extremely unhelpful,” you pout. Taehyung’s your best friend—he should be the one telling you the things you don’t know. Every time you ask him to spell something out for you he jumbles up the letters like a child with a magnetic alphabet on his fridge.

“I’m not here to police your feelings for him,” Taehyung tells you.

“My feelings for him?”

“Tell me right now, to my face, that you hate him. If you can, I’ll believe you.”

You turn to him, glare into Taehyung’s deep brown eyes, and open your mouth. The words should come easily to you—after all, you’ve been repeating them to yourself for years now—but your tongue is dry.

You know you can’t say that you hate Yoongi. Because you don’t. You really, really don’t. Maybe he’s loud and obnoxious and spontaneous and outrageous but you don’t hate that about him. He cares deeply and works hard and always makes sure that the stage crew is organized and prepared and treats them with respect and you don’t hate him. You can’t.

“Knew it,” Taehyung says, shaking his head. “You’re awfully soft, did you know that, Y/N? Always have been.”

“I take personal offense to that.”

“You’re such a goner for him, don’t you know that?” Taehyung asks. He motions his head towards Yoongi, who’s laughing on stage with Jimin and Seokjin. They’re tossing Goldfish into each other’s mouth, and one hits Yoongi on the nose before falling to the floor. He’s laughing. They all are, but Yoongi beaming. He outshines everyone on stage even if he isn’t an actor himself. He’s wondrous.

You sigh. “Yeah. I know.”

After your final dress rehearsal, everyone’s deadbeat tired. It’s nearing eleven at night and you think you’ve set a record for how long you can be in your school building in one go. Even Taehyung’s about to fall asleep, and the man downed a venti Starbucks coffee during the last period of the day.

“Good run, folks!” Your director shouts. “You guys will be amazing on Thursday, I know it! Get some much needed rest. No practice tomorrow, so don’t show up here otherwise I’ll have to hear about it from management!”

Everyone groans out their response as they gather their bags, wiping off the makeup on their faces with dried-out wipes and dampened paper towels. Right now, there is no place more enticing to you than your bed back home, sheets crumpled and warm.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!” Taehyung shouts as he’s bounding down the steps outside, jumping into the passenger seat of his older brother’s car. Normally he’d be offering to drive you home but his car’s in the shop. The damn thing was on its last legs anyway. It needed some repairs.

“See you!” You wave back, turning to go back inside the auditorium. It’s oddly cold tonight, and you underprepared with just a t-shirt, so you’re trying to conserve as much warmth as you can before your ride comes.

The auditorium’s mostly cleared out, lights dim and hazy. But there in the middle is Yoongi, leaning down to clean up the remnants of the nonsense on stage. He looks so alone, up on stage without anybody else. Nobody seems to have stayed back to help him.

Your ride can wait a couple minutes.

You drop your backpack down in one of the seats next to the aisle as you walk up to him, strides longer to get you there faster.

“Need some help?” You ask.

Your voice catches him off guard, and he looks up with his mouth in the shape of a small ‘o’. He blinks a couple of times, like he’s processing the fact that you’re here, standing in front of him, offering a hand.

“Me? Oh, yeah. That would be nice, thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

You come up on stage and Yoongi directs you to the broom hanging up on the wall so you can dust away anything left on stage—not that there’s very much. In his hands, Yoongi’s got a couple stray pieces of paper and some safety pins that must have fallen off some of the costumes. Jimin will need those.

You fall into this silence as the two of you clean up what’s left. Most of it’s just tidying up, organizing the props on the tables backstage so that everything’s in order for the show in a couple days, but it’s important. Important enough for you and Yoongi to be the only two people left to do it.

This is the kind of thing that’s supposed to be awkward and romantic at the same time. You and Yoongi are the only ones left in this dark auditorium as the moon waits above your head for some miracle to play out. You don’t know what to say to each other but your company is enough of an icebreaker. His mere presence fills up the space, even if he’s one lonely man on a giant stage. Yoongi’s exhausted, the bags under his eyes deep and dark, much like your own. Alongside being part of the drama club as a whole, you’re also officers of it, meaning the two of you take on responsibilities nobody else in the club would dare to. You love this, love being on stage and acting and entertaining others, but days like this are draining.

“You should get some rest,” Yoongi breaks through the layer of tension in the air. You didn’t even realize that it had settled until he waved it away. He walks up to you with a damp rag in his hand from wiping down the set for the last time to clean it of any dust that might have settled.

“You too,” you tell him softly, holding the broom close to your body to give your hands something to do.

“I’m not the one performing on stage in a couple days,” says Yoongi, smiling to himself.

“Just because I’m under the lights and you aren’t doesn’t make you any less important, Min,” you say to him, looking down at your feet because you don’t think you could bear looking into his eyes. It’s dark, everything’s dark, from his hat to his clothes to the stage to the auditorium to his irises. “Without you, we’d have no show.”

“I—I mean I just move stuff off and on stage,” Yoongi admits shyly. Why does he think so little of himself? Doesn’t he know how much he matters?

“You built the damn stage,” you tell him, finally mustering up enough courage to look him in the eye. You signal to the rest of the set, designed and constructed and decorated perfectly, a display of all of his hard work, right in front of him. There’s not a thing out of place. At least, it doesn’t look that way to you. “This was all you.”

“I had a lot of help,” he whispers.

“So did I,” you tell him. “What you do here matters, Min,” you stress, hoping he’ll understand. Hoping he’ll know how much his work means to you. How much he means to you. “You matter.”

It’s then that Yoongi looks up. He’s got his dark pink lips in that little ‘o’ again, but then they shift into a small smile, miniscule. You’d probably hardly be able to see it if you weren’t so close to him. His eyes crinkle up ever so slightly. God, he’s…

“I’ll see you at the show on Thursday, okay?” Yoongi asks, eyes hopeful. He doesn’t need to be hopeful, not when you and him both have to show up no matter what, but he asks it like he isn’t sure. He should be.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. For some reason, you can’t wait to see him again.

“Eponine! Eponine, come on!”

Namjoon’s shouting your name as you rush backstage. It’s the finale for Act One and you barely had time to get yourself situated since your last scene, dirtying up your clothes a bit more and covering your cheeks with brown and black eyeshadow. Time passes by too quickly for this show, strange enough since it’s long as hell.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you whisper shout in response, coming up next to Namjoon. You look across the stage in the hopes that maybe you can catch a glimpse of Yoongi, but you’ve barely seen him at all since you arrived to get into your costume. Maybe a couple of glances, here or there, but other than that he seems to be entirely AWOL.

“One Day More, One Day More!” Namjoon tells you in a hurry and you rush on stage, hidden in the darkness as you stand, waiting for your cue.

The lights on stage come back on. Seokjin stands in the center in his Jean Valjean costume, looks out into the audience, and begins to sing. Soon enough, Taehyung and Eunbi join him on stage, standing a few feet away from him as they sing to each other. The spotlight’s on just them for right now as they share their song, but soon enough you feel the heat of the light on you and join in.

Just for now, any thought of Yoongi evaporates from your mind. You can’t really think of him, not as you stand on stage and sing for your friends, your family, anyone who has come to see this show on this rainy Thursday night. The Act One Finale is always your favorite thing to perform, just because it’s so energetic, inclusive, fun.

Soon the entire cast is on stage, each person singing their part as the pit plays beneath you. It’s your first showing but undoubtedly not your best, even as you accidentally stumble over your words when you spot Yoongi rushing around backstage, just a momentary glimpse of him. He looks awfully busy.

The song comes to a close and the lights turn off to a round of applause from the audience. The curtains close, the whirring of the machine that moves them barely audible over the sound of the cast members shuffling off stage. Intermission’s meant to last about fifteen minutes, just long enough for everyone to change and clean up and for the stage crew to set up for the next scene. You’re sweating from being under the lights, hair matted by your forehead where your perspiration collects, and you wipe away what you can with a paper towel as you head off stage to take a breather.

You’re barely out into the hallway when you feel someone grab onto your wrist at the same time a voice outside says, “Attention, everyone, could I just get your attention for a moment?”

It’s Yoongi.

Eyes wide, you turn to the person holding onto your wrist to find your best friend smiling guiltily at you, like he knows something you don’t. He definitely knows something you don’t.

“Taehyung, what on earth are you doing?” You hiss at him, but he shrugs.

“I’m being the best friend in the entire world,” Taehyung responds, before he pulls you down to the doors that lead to the pit, opening them and pushing you into the auditorium. Almost immediately, a light shines on you, and you wince as your eyes adjust to the glare. Taehyung waves up to Hoseok. “Go!” Taehyung shouts, motioning up to where Yoongi stands, rocking back and forth in his all black Converse, a microphone in his hand.

Your hardened expression softens into something grossly fond as you make your way up the stairs onto the stage, the spotlight following your each and every step. Yoongi waits at the top like a groom watching his bride come down the aisle. You can’t help but feel like that comparison isn’t too far off.

“Sorry to disrupt your, uh, intermission, everyone,” he says gruffly into the microphone. “This’ll be really quick.” You can tell that he doesn’t want to look into your eyes but he can’t figure out a better place to put his gaze. “Anyway, Y/N, you know that I do a lot of dumb sh—I mean, stuff to get your attention and then you said that I should step my game up so here we are.”

Even if this the most public any one of his elaborate confessions has been, it doesn’t feel that way. You’ve got an entire audience this time, both in the seats and backstage, everyone watching as Yoongi tries one more time. You can hear the doors leading to the pit opening as the entire cast tries to get a glimpse of what’s happening on stage.

This feels different.

It feels different because suddenly Yoongi’s the speechless one, cheeks bright red as he tries to curl into his clothing, sink into the fabric impossibly closer. You’re the one receiving whatever love confession is on the end of this but now he’s the one who’s unsure and embarrassed. It’s kind of endearing, really.

“You’ve probably heard me say this a bunch but I figured there was no better way to say it than in front of the audience for the first night of our show, right?” He forces a chuckle and it makes him cough a little. You can’t help but smile at him. “I don’t know, you’ve always been so wonderful and kind and strong and funny and you make everyone around you laugh, even me, and I make all of these elaborate schemes to ask you out on a date with me but I feel like doing this whole thing just for a date is a bit shallow, so I’ve decided on something else.”

It’s then that Jung Hoseok, decked out in a black hoodie three times the size of his torso and skintight pants, shuffles onto stage with a single rose in his hand. It’s a lavender purple rose. You didn’t even realize that they sold those.

“Anyway, what I’m really trying to say before everyone in the audience gets fed up with me for taking time out of their intermission is, well,” Yoongi teeters on his feet awkwardly, leaning his weight from one side to the other as he twirls the rose between his fingers. “Will you go to prom with me?”

You open your mouth to respond but Seokjin beats you to it.

“Say yes!” He shouts from the sidelines, making Yoongi laugh.

Yoongi looks so nervous. So unsure of himself yet so hopeful, wishing and wishing and wishing. You’ve got a four year streak of turning him down and for the longest time you swore you’d never break it but things are different now.

“I’d love to, Min.”

Yoongi lights up, not even like a Christmas tree but like the whole fucking Christmas display at the mall, the one with reindeers and snowflakes and everything. He lights up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. He carefully gives the rose to you but you crush it between your fingers as you hug him, pull him close.

Everyone in the audience cheers. Taehyung’s shouting, “That’s my best friend! That’s my best friend right there!” Next to him, Jungkook’s got his camera up, filming the boy in all black with a pink tinge to his cheeks and the girl in tattered rags with dirt covering her face.

When you and Yoongi walk off stage to join your friends behind the scenes, he laces his fingers in between yours. You don’t anticipate on letting go for a long while.

“Can we banish them from the couch?” Hoseok asks loudly, over the music playing from the television. “They’re being all date-y and shit.”

“We are dating, you asshole,” Yoongi shouts. He’s got one arm wrapped around your side as the other holds the phone up in front of your faces, your body curled into him with your knees tucked close to your chest, leaning against him.

“That’s up to the man of the house, Hobi,” Jimin says as he hands Hoseok another root beer. He motions to Seokjin, who is entirely too busy laughing his entire ass off as he plays What Do You Meme? with Namjoon, Taehyung, Eunbi, and Jungkook on the carpet. They seem to be having a grand old time. You move your head over slightly to see them battling over who won the card with that blue button meme with the giant word NUT written on top of it. Namjoon eventually gives the round to Seokjin, prompting everyone else to accuse them of cheating because they’re dating.

“I hate this so much,” Hoseok says, sighing. “What are you guys even watching?”

“It’s this video of an owner dressing up as their dog’s favorite toy,” Yoongi says without taking his eyes off of the video. The dog starts smothering its owner in kisses. God, you don’t deserve dogs.

“You guys might not want to sit on the left side of that couch!” Seokjin shouts as a warning from across the way, eyebrows raised and cheeks tinged a hazy red in the dim light of his living room.

You and Yoongi look at each other, confused for a brief second, before the both of you start groaning, quickly getting up from where you were seated and searching for another place of lodging. Did you need to know what Seokjin and Namjoon do in their free time? Absolutely not. Did you find out anyway? Unfortunately.

“Hey, deal us in,” you say to Taehyung, settling down in between him and Jungkook. Yoongi takes a seat beside you as Taehyung hands each of you seven cards. Your boyfriend—God, that’s so nice to say—instantly laughs, hearty and loud and wonderful, upon reading the first one.

The next meme Namjoon pulls from the box is the one photo from when Obama gave Joe Biden the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Everyone laughs at the sight of it as they play their cards. It’s Seokjin’s turn to judge.

When he flips over the last card, it’s a freestyle one. Taehyung immediately claims it as his own.

“Go on, give us what you got, Tae,” Namjoon says.

Taehyung clears his throat before announcing, “When Y/N finally said yes to going out with Yoongi after four years of being too constipated in her feelings to realize that she liked him.”

The night fades out like the end of a film, the last scene of a play, with everyone laughing as you beat your best friend with your fists for being so goddamn awful. Yoongi presses an insistent kiss to your forehead as Seokjin easily hands that one to Taehyung, who takes the meme card with pride.

The curtain closes.

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Dear Charlie,

I keep thinking about something that happened in July 2018. I was at my last year of my music camp, and my boyfriend (I’ll call him Jaybird) was an intern. I met him there in 2015, as well as 95% of my current list of friends. One of those friends is Ginger (made up to make this easier to follow(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Ginger was my best friend for a long time. We talked every day, and he always tried to keep me mentally safe. I used to self harm a lot back then, I still do somerimes, but whenever I could talk to Ginger I would and he would help me not hurt myself.

in 2016 ish i started crushing on him really hard. it didnt work out, because he started dating my ex girlfriend that year, (they did the deed for the first time in a graveyard- such edgelords) but it was a pretty big thing that I actually had a crush on a boy for once.

Even though i was really sad that i never got to date him, i still stayed friends with him. I see Ginger twice a year at best, so i like to cherish the time i have around him. To this day, He’s one of the people i talk to the most. He’s my hype guy, for when i have a selfie that i dont want to post anywhere but i still want validation. Or if i need somebody to have dumb conversations with, since Jaybird isnt always around.

Anyways, fast forward to 2018 and I’m in my first serious relationship with a guy that i really like. i get to camp, and i go off and hang out with Ginger a ton because we love being stupidheads together. Jaybird was always busy doing other stuff, otherwise i would have chilled with him way more. I think Jaybird got jealous of how close emotionally Ginger and i are, because he kept making snide comments at me for the whole day whenever i saw him. The second day of camp, Jaybird hit me with a “We Need To Talk” right after dinner.

He told me how “the adults on camp Staff are trying to figure out if we actually broke up because you’re acting so lovey dovey with Ginger” and “if thats how you’re gonna be around him then i dont want him around”. i wanted to defend my friend, because Ginger was there for me loooong before Jaybird was. so I said “that’s just how Ginger and I’s friendship is, i cant just fucking stop talking to him because you told me to. that seems a little controlling, don’t you think?”

I swear, the look he gave me made me want to punch him in the fucking throat. It was a look of “sorry you feel that way, but you’d better listen to me because i know better than you”. i just walked the fuck away after that. It makes me mad just thinking about it.

Jaybird is a great guy. He’s funny, he listens to me complain about the tiniest things (much like you do, Charlie), and he really genuinely cares about me. But that one conversation has stuck with me for 8 months. I still remember it so clearly after 8 fucking months. And it still hurts.

Joke’s on Jaybird, though. After he left for the night to go hang out with the other Counselors and Interns, I cried on Ginger’s shoulder about it. He was such a good sport, and he didnt talk shit about Jaybird when he totally had the green light for it. Because Jaybird was really an asshole that day.

I still talk to Ginger every day. we talk less now, because he’s a senior in high school, but we always manage to take a few seconds out of our days to say hello.

anyways, that’s what’s been on ny mind for a few days. Thanks for listening to me ramble, Charlie. It’s 4:09 AM and i need to go to sleep. Good night!

~Ellie Z

3-13-19

#dear charlie #ellie z

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At the Brink of Midnight - Chapter 9

*Arrives two days late with Starbucks* ‘Sup, guys! σ( ▼∀▼)σ These past 96 hours have somehow filled me with a weird chaotic energy, and I pumped out the longest roller-coaster of a chapter I’ve ever done in such a short amount of time!!! Thank you, whoever sent all the writing vibes my way!!!! ★>d(,,･ε´-,,)⌒☆ I’m sending out strong vibes to everybody in return! *May you get hit by the writing bug and have the opportunity and energy to completely translate your ideas to printed words!*

Buuut a big note before we get to the good stuff: I realized too late that the original events of S2 take place in Spring. Like…April. I was writing all of this with the thought that S2 took place in fall; I mean, the characters can wear a leather jacket or a couple of layers comfortably, so I thought “yeah that sounds like early autumn”. Nope! So that means that for this story’s timeline, everything gets shifted into where it should be. On the downside, that means I had to go through and edit all the bits where it said “it was totally spring, you guys”. On the upside… IT’S NOW OCTOBER!!!!! THE SPOOKY SEASON THAT COMPLETELY FITS WITH WHAT’S GOING ON!!! And coincidentally, it’s my favorite time of the year, so I love writing about it even more! I get to add in a thing here and there about the spookiest time of the year, so I’ll have a nice list of what those little changes are uploaded here soon if you don’t feel like re-reading the whole thing. A re-read isn't necessary though, just keep in mind that the humid air of rainy spring in the city is replaced with chilling fronts and even more cloud cover than usual. Why am I bothering with this? Because I’m a stickler for keeping with canon as much as possible and I feel like an absolute fool for not remembering what goddamn time of year it was to begin with. (I mean, I went so far as to download all of TeamFourStar’s play-through because I watched it so often, you think I'd remember to go back and watch the very beginning once in a while…)

Anywho, thank you all again for your continuously loving support!!!

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Important Spoiler Tags: drugs (mentioned), swearing, canon-typical violence, electric shocks (mentioned), torture of flowers, flirting, almost an excessive use of emoji, crying, romantic dirty thoughts

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Chapter 9: Grapevines

Bruce Wayne couldn’t remember the last time he’d conducted a meeting from his home office. It wasn’t as if he didn’t use it – the desk surface had hardly any dust settled on it and two empty coffee mugs he’d forgotten about on two different occasions just happened to be stacked behind the monitor – but it felt strange, like a lot of things did lately.

He knew part of the reason for that was watching houses down in the Batcave right now. Knowing he wasn’t alone in the house was comforting, but knowing there were two cops outside the Manor’s front door just waiting for a chance to grab his best friend-cum-houseguest was not, and knowing that they were both close to being thrown in hot water was even less so.

He figured the other reason he felt strange was because he was slipping back into his old habit as if it had never been shelved in the first place. He had time to kill before the video meeting started, so he’d been scouring for information on “Pam”, Jonathan Crane’s ‘old friend’.

There were a few Pamela’s in Gotham, but only one fit within Crane’s age-range and attended Gotham University at about the same time: Pamela Isley, a forty-four-year-old former botanist with a record that ran the length of his arm. Theft, assault, threats, and attempted poisonings all done in the name of extreme environmentalism and social activism were sprinkled in her history before and after her days as a researcher, and according to GCPD records, she was now suspected of running her own drug-ring under the moniker of ‘Poison Ivy’. (Bruce found several recorded instances of people claiming to be Poison Ivy, most of whom were already arrested.)

Bruce would’ve wondered why on Earth she hadn’t been thrown in prison when she made a bomb-threat at a wealthy businessman several states away nearly a decade ago if he hadn’t seen her mug-shot from back then. At thirty-five, she looked every bit as beautiful as a top-billed Hollywood star, with natural orange-red curls cascading over her pale shoulders and ample bust in chemically-tamed waves, flashing the camera a come-hither stare that made it look like she was trying for a part in a high-budget porn flick rather than standing in front of a height chart for her criminal record. Pamela’s charges were mysteriously swept under the rug.

The latest photo he found of her reminded him a bit of those ‘cougar’ dating ads he’d seen – the older Pamela was blowing a kiss to the camera with a mocking look in her dark green eyes. Bruce glared at it. There was little doubt she was using people to cover for her constantly, and when she was in trouble, she managed to wriggle out of it with her looks.

Not this time. She was friends with Dr. Jonathan Crane, and that meant she wasn’t going to get out of this unharmed. The second his virtual meeting was over, Bruce was heading towards Toxic Acres, and hopefully the wounded Crane would still be there to see Batman’s fist hit his –

Bruce snapped out of his thoughts at the buzz of his phone. A message from the BatComputer…?

I’m bored :/

Bruce blinked down at the screen. John had found the emergency messaging system. Of course he had. He was just grateful that the encryption software on his phone was still up to date. Just what else did John poke his nose into down there…? (There was the chance that John would see files he shouldn’t, but Bruce kept those under a thumbprint encryption. He shouldn’t even entertain the thought.)

Stake-outs are usually pretty boring.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you were down here tho! :)

Bruce hovered his thumb over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. The feeling was kind of mutual, if he was being honest; having another person around on a stakeout would at least keep his mind wandering into the worsts of what-ifs and double-checking every last security issue…

No movement on either houses btw. Been reading Crane’s docs in the meantime but it’s DREADFUL!!! I feel like I’m reading a sleeping pill… =_=

You finish your WE stuff yet?

Meeting’s not for another 20 minutes. Been looking up stuff on Crane’s “friend”.

Oh??? :o Do tell!!!!

Bruce couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm.

Pamela Isley, former botanist w/ criminal rec., mostly extreme protest kind of stuff. Good chance she’s the head of a drug-ring that moved here a couple months ago; their leader goes by “Poison Ivy”.

They went to college together, but Pamela moved back here recently.

hMmMmm…. That means no burning the place down if we’re stuck! Bad fumes everywhere xP

Bruce focused on the word “we’re”. He hadn’t been planning on bringing John along. He wanted him safe, at home, where no one had a chance of seeing him and he wasn’t put in harm’s way…

Oh!!! You’ve got a bunch of sticky electro-shockers around - do you mind if I tinker with them? :3c pleeeeaaasssee?

What are you thinking of doing with them?

Making one BIIIIIG shock-bomb, of course! ;D I can wire them together so the shock spreads evenly in the space while it’s discharging.

Bruce reconsidered bringing John. He was still learning to curb his impulses, so being outside in a fighting environment would be a serious gamble, but... Maybe that could be their advantage, too. Bruce made a mental note to go dig out the spare bullet-proof vest from his closet’s secret panel.

You can do that?

I played around with making something like it before, but……well, you know.

Time + supplies for that project were low att. I figured I could always go back to it later anyway.

Bruce felt like his heart had deflated and swelled in such a short time that it hurt.

I mean I’m fine with throwing knives around too but I figured that would be less discrete ¯\_(ツ )_/¯

He’d been thinking of different methods of entering the “house”. Most of them featured a silent slip-in and as little combat as possible, but he knew that there would likely be some muscle around to stop any would-be intruders, and getting a quieter jump on them would certainly be helpful. He would certainly be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed that John had thought that far ahead even back then.

If you think you can get it done within 1.5 hours, then yes.

Ha ha ha with these supplies I can get it done in like 40 mins! >:3 just you watch!!!

Btw have you seen the news?

Not yet. Why?

I was on the morning edition! At least they used a good pic ;D

But also saw a guy getting fished out of the harbor. Your handy-dandy invasion software said he’s a registered Ryde driver.

I told you not to fiddle with that.

Sorry, but I only used it the once! Promise!!!

Bruce sighed through his nostrils.

Besides I thought you’d want to know. Think Crane stole his ride and dumped him by the docks? :v

Probably. I can get the plate from up here to verify. DO NOT TOUCH THAT PROGRAM AGAIN.

Yes sir ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bruce wasn’t sure if that message was supposed to be flirtatious or mocking.

The incoming call from Iman Avesta stopped him from responding. He figured it had to do with John’s escape and the extra security added at Wayne Tower this morning, but why was she calling him now, rather than several hours ago?

“Iman?”

“Hey, Bruce. Hold on a sec – there we go, now we can both -”

“Bruce, what the fuck?” Tiffany asked over the line. “Are you at home right now?”

Bruce almost sighed at the attitude. “Yes, Tiffany, I’m at home, in my office.”

“Uh-huh. I keep getting alerts that your basement’s messaging system is being used. Care to explain that?”

Oh. Of course. He’d forgotten Tiffany had linked her phone to that, too. It’d just…been too long, he supposed. (She couldn’t read them, though, could she? He was fairly sure it didn’t give out mass-texts unless prompted.) “…where are you right now?”

Iman responded instead. “We’re in your second office.”

“…the line’s secure?”

“Of course.” Iman paused, and Bruce knew his new CSO was choosing her words carefully. “I’m guessing you have John Doe in the Batcave?”

“Yes.”

“Bruce, did you fucking break him out?” Tiffany asked with no shortness of impatience.

“I rescued him,” Bruce said firmly. “I know what you’re thinking, and I have a pretty good idea of what you’re going to say, but listen: I had no choice but to take him with me. One of the doctors working at Arkham has gone rogue – he’d been doing experiments on patients, and I have a feeling he’s going to continue them on civilians. I need to find him before then, and John has been helping me.”

“Helping…? You’re not bringing him in the field with you?” Tiffany said disbelievingly. “After that psychopath almost killed us?”

Bruce could still see Joker running at Tiffany, knife in hand, his psychotic breakdown in full force. He could still see him being smacked against the railing, sheer madness played over his long, bloody face as he desperately fought to stab what was his hero.

But John and Joker were as much the same as Bruce and Batman were, and they were constantly changing.

The Joker in the Batcave wasn’t the same one from Ace Chemicals.

“I know what John did,” he answered, trying to breathe even as something wanted to hitch in his throat, “and I know how far he’s come since then. I know you both regret-”

“No, I’m not listening to this right now,” Tiffany scowled, her voice fading in the middle her sentence like she was leaving the room. “Talk some sense into him.”

Bruce heard Iman’s voice call after her, and then nothing for a beat.

Iman sighed. “I’ll talk to her. But Bruce,” she started seriously, “Tiffany isn’t the only one worrying about you. Six months can’t possibly cure everything wrong with a man whose spent his life in an asylum.” He could practically hear her chew over her phrasing. “I need to know… If John goes too far – if he shows signs of regressing…or just becoming more volatile – I need to know you’re going to put your foot down.”

“I’m more than capable of handling him, Iman.”

“Please, Bruce, I’d rather not have to pull you off another broken pipe lodged in your kidney.” She paused, and Bruce let her continue, feeling the scar in his side twinge at the painful memory. “I know you care a lot about him,” she resumed in a softer tone, “and I know you trust him. But if you doubt him at any time, you need you to step back and re-evaluate your choices. I don’t want him to regress back into the Joker.”

That was a different Joker, Bruce wanted to say. He knew that wouldn’t sound the way it should. “I promise I won’t let that happen.”

“Good to know,” Iman replied, sounding somewhat relieved. “This doctor you’re hunting – is there anything we can do to help?”

Bruce shot a look at the clock in the corner of his monitor. He didn’t have as much time left as he would’ve liked before his virtual meeting started. “Tiffany can fill you in a bit, I had her help searching Arkham’s records before. Can you run a plate for me? I think Dr. Crane is running with a stolen car; I’ll send you the details in a bit.”

“Sure. We can check traffic cams for it, too, if you’d like.”

“If you would. And the second I have anything concrete on Dr. Crane, I’m sending Tiffany the details – I need her pull as Oracle to get the word out to the GCPD before anything happens. They’ll listen to their number-one informant more than a vigilante coming out of retirement.”

“…you’re…?”

He could almost see the shock in her face. They’d had a short discussion about his alter-ego when he decided to quit the first time; she’d been incredibly understanding about the whole thing. It was almost as if she’d seen it coming.

“Are you sure?”

He was as sure. She didn’t know about the instincts broiling underneath his surface every day. She didn’t know he never really stopped being half of himself. She wouldn’t know or really understand that he just shoved it all down and aside like he did so much else just to get through things. “I don’t have any other options at this point.”

“…you know you can count on us if you need the help.”

“Of course I do.”

“Right. Well, in the meantime we’ll keep the fort over here running as smoothly as possible.”

“Thank you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Good luck.”

The line went silent, and Bruce pulled his phone away, catching a glimpse of three unread messages.

Sorry, buddy, I was just kidding around, you know? Ha ha

Bruce???

Hello???????

Sorry, had a phone call and couldn’t reply. It’s fine.

Seconds ticked by, and Bruce began changing out of his black t-shirt and into his button-down. It wouldn’t do to appear as a CEO in anything less than a proper suit. He could leave the jeans on, at least.

“Oh! Uh…sorry, Bruce…”

He felt his heart stop for a second. That was definitely John’s voice, even though it crackled slightly from the speakers. The monitor didn’t show anything out of the ordinary. John must have been using the spy-camera feature on the Batcomputer; it was linked to most the devices in the house, and Bruce’s webcam was no exception. He’d almost forgotten it had a loudspeaker function, too.

“I didn’t realize you were…um, changing.”

Bruce glared at the webcam’s lens. “John, what did I tell you about fiddling with the Batcomputer?”

“…sorry. I was worried when you didn’t answer me.”

He sounded genuine, at least. Bruce could easily picture him running upstairs to find him, if there wasn’t a chance he would’ve been seen. “I answered you a minute ago. I was on a call with Iman,” he stated plainly, fixing the buttons on his sleeves.

“…oh, ha ha, there it is! Uh, I guess I’ll just…go, then…”

Bruce almost questioned why John was sounding nervous and distracted, but it wasn’t until he saw the webcam light wink off again that he realized his shirt was wide open, the scars littering his torso half on display from the waist up.

Thankfully, no one was around to see Bruce bury his face in the palm of his hand for a moment, feeling like his face was on fire from first and second-hand embarrassment.

It didn’t last long. Bruce took a few deep breaths as he fixed himself up, and dialed into the meeting with a fixed expression of calm, firmly ignoring the heat that had settled in his stomach that threatened to go lower at the thought that John was bound not to forget any of that.

Driving the Batmobile in full gear again was certainly something else. Bruce felt the weight of the Kevlar body armor press against his limbs as he sped down Gotham’s twisting alley streets, no one any the wiser that the Wayne’s red sports car was hiding Batman behind it. The city’s CCTV signal was scrambled with the flick of a switch as he came into driving distance of the alley’s camera, making him almost untraceable.

He’d given the Honda Accord a head-start; it couldn’t go nearly as fast as the Batmobile, and Bruce had to find a spot to safely change before going to go pick John up from his drop-off point, and the post-working-hours traffic had already gotten its usual early start. It was a slower drive than he’d like it to be, even with Bruce’s shortcuts.

The setting sun was completely obscured by a dark overcast. It made the orange streetlamps glowing over the decorations sitting here and there in windows and doors even more energetic, like every corner of Gotham was slowly growing with the energy of Halloween.

Bruce clicked the communicator in his cowl. “John, are you there yet?”

Silence for a few seconds, and then a rustling noise. “Sorry, I had to take this off for a bit. What?”

“Are you there yet?”

John giggled slightly. “Oh, yeah, I’m here. Just waiting on you, pal.”

He was already at the meeting point? How did he get there so fast? “You put everything back where it was supposed to be?”

“No, I stripped the seats and threw everything into the garbage,” John grumbled with dripping sarcasm. “Of course I did, it’d be rude not to put Jerry’s stuff back. What do you take me for?”

“…I’m just making sure you didn’t forget anything.”

“I didn’t.” There was a loud slurping noise, like the last of a liquid being sucked from a straw.

“John, where are you right now?”

“In the alley, waiting for you.”

“Did you make a stop?”

John giggled, a little louder, but not at all nervous. He was enjoying himself. “What can I say? Going out on the town with you like this makes me thirsty,” he said with a strange purr. “Besides, no one bats an eye at me when I look like this anyway.” He paused. “Well, no, I’ve gotten some eyes on me, but, uh, I think they’re more the appreciative type. I guess ZZ Top was kinda right about the sharp-dresser thing.”

Bruce felt his brows knit together. “You’ve always looked sharp,” he said truthfully, turning down a narrow alley.

“Yeah, but not thousand-dollar-suit sharp. There’s a difference! Plus I think this bullet-proof vest makes me look a little bulkier than I actually am.”

Bruce spotted him leaning against the graffiti-covered wall, a Burger Lord cup in one hand and a plastic orange bag in another. Just how much time did Bruce lose while he was changing?

John tossed the drink in the dumpster and practically jumped into the car, shoving the orange bag behind the driver seat and slamming the door shut as Bruce switched off the communicator. He took one look at Bruce’s questioning glower and gave a nervous sort of grin. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, there’s something in there for you, too.”

Bruce almost asked what, but decided that a lecture on keeping a low profile and not taking money from his house’s various hiding spots would have to wait. (Though he supposed whatever John got wasn’t expensive. He was quite frugal, and it wasn’t as if Bruce couldn’t afford to buy John whatever he wanted anyway.) He concentrated instead on heading down the twisting path towards Toxic Acres. At least the traffic over there was a hell of a lot lighter.

“Hey, when you drove me to the Batcave, did you go in fourth gear, or third?”

He wasn’t sure why he asked, but he honestly couldn’t remember. He just recalled putting his foot to the floor and keeping his eyes on the road, occasionally reaching over to check John’s pulse. “I wasn’t really paying attention to that; I concentrating more on driving as fast as possible.”

“Oh – so you didn’t know you could punch the shift down into third whenever you wanted? It was so fun! I can say I literally punched it out of the Batcave!” He laughed. “I’m guessing you can’t do that in this car?”

“…I’ve got paddle shifters.” They were starting to travel into the more deserted road leading into Toxic Acres. Bruce took a sharp turn onto the hill with the broken Do Not Enter sign, and checking that no one was behind him, flipped the switch to shift the car into armored plates and pressed the wheel-paddle for a lower gear.

They flew down the road with a whirring whine of the engine, John’s notorious excited laugh mixing with it, and Bruce allowed himself to smile a little at it, knowing his own little joyful thrill wouldn’t last very long.

John was soon tapping his fingers together in some kind of rhythm as they passed by more empty houses, Bruce moving a little slower to keep his eyes out for trouble. Sitting close to the river on the outskirts of the city, they were originally meant to be a long neighborhood for the middle and upper class to build their lives, but as the unemployment and crime rates rose, the place became abandoned. It didn’t help that the piping structure to carry water there had been faulty, making either lead poisoning or unfiltered dirty water a prominent problem and giving the section of Gotham its nickname.

“How do we know which place is the botanist’s?” John asked, his green eyes scouring the houses in front of them.

“I sent out another drone earlier for some aerial shots. There’s a place with camouflaged green-houses in the back on Aster Place.”

“Wow, you did that before I left? That was fast…”

“It was a quick job. I’m not picking up the other drone until later.”

They turned the corner onto Aster Place; the road would dead-end in a while, but Bruce knew the house wouldn’t be situated at the end.

“Oh, there’s the spot Jackie got shot at!” John pointed ahead. “I wonder if there’s a bloodstain left…!”

Bruce tightened his grip on the wheel. “We’re close.”

It was oddly quiet out there. There was no other sign of life in what was a hot-spot of criminal hide-outs. Bruce turned on the thermal vision in his cowl; a lot of the houses were actually empty for once.

Except for one. 1801 Aster Place. There were a group of people scattered around on the bottom floor and what appeared to be a lot of heat-lamps running on the top floor. If one of the people in the group wasn’t Pamela Isley, then she might have been holding up in the basement…

They left the Batmobile out of sight down the road, and Bruce and John moved swiftly behind the backs of the houses in the chilly night air, the taser bomb safely in John’s coat pocket; John was surprisingly quiet, only humming a familiar tune here and there. (Wasn’t it the theme from that old spy-thriller…?) Bruce managed to quiet him with a look, and John mimed locking his mouth shut and throwing the key away.

Two unknown people were standing in what used to be a kitchen; three more people were up in the front room of the house. There were no security cameras to be seen.

“Stick close to me,” Bruce whispered, the modifier in his cowl deepening his voice. “We go in through the back window, take out the two in the kitchen quietly and throw the bomb up front so we can cuff the lot. If none of them are Ms. Isley, we find the basement.”

John gave him a thumbs up, pulling out the riot baton he had hidden away. (Bruce had still not remembered when he or Alfred bought that, but vaguely remembered stashing it in the towel cupboard with some other emergency gear. He wasn’t surprised John found it.)

The bathroom window’s locks weren’t difficult to break. They looked like they had been broken several times already. Bruce slid the insect screen up and slipped in through the thin opening feet-first, twisting his limbs just right to softly land on the floor. He had to help pull John through the rest of the way after he smacked his head on the bottom of the window; thankfully he hadn’t made any noise, but he did give Bruce a strange look as brushed himself off where Bruce had gripped his sides.

Bruce didn’t have time to think about it.

The two people in the kitchen stood in semi-darkness, watching through the patio windows with rifles leaning against the wall. There wasn’t so much a bare bulb to give off light. Bruce figured their eyes might have adjusted to the dark, and signaled John to follow as he crept up behind the two goons.

“I dunno, with all the hype surrounding episode four, you just know those guys are going to mess up somewhere. Remember when they decided to let Celestyne drop to his death back in season one?” The one with dreadlocks asked.

“Oh, come on, that was just to test the game’s limits. Besides, Celestyne couldn’t die; I don’t think Jane can, either,” the second person responded in a higher voice with a casual shrug.

“Dude, you know the game’s gonna make her a villain in the end, though, right? She might die…”

Bruce was ready. John was gripping the baton with a widening grin…

“Are you kidding me? They have her affection meter up so high I’m surprised the game doesn’t have a dating opt-”

Bruce slammed dreadlocked goon’s head into the wall just as the baton crashed down on the other goon’s skull, little smears of blood marking the plaster and paint with a satisfying crack.

John clutched the collar of the goon he’d struck, gripping the slightly bloody baton a little harder in his other hand. He seemed to be thinking.

Bruce took a zip-tie out and cuffed the goon’s hands behind their back, and wondered just what John was staring at until he’d turned the person around and caught a glimpse of them in the light of the window.

They were both women with little tattoos of vines creeping along the back of their necks.

If Bruce guessed right, those were ivy leaves on the vine. Poison Ivy had a loyal gang.

John zip-tied the wrists of the woman he’d struck and patted the part of her head that wasn’t wounded. “Sorry,” he whispered as if she would hear it. “Lauren’s ex,” John mumbled, gesturing to the woman on the floor as if he knew Bruce had raised his eyebrow at him.

Bruce simply swept onward, spying the door for the basement. There was a light on in the front room, and three women who looked like they could be professional boxers of different weight categories were sitting in different areas. One was sharpening a knife at the table, and another was cleaning a semi-automatic rifle as the third kept watch over a monitor showing security camera footage; three looked to be by the greenhouses (Bruce recognized the Foxglove variety growing in one under an opening in the glass, sitting next to something that looked primeval), and two were watching over the plants upstairs (marijuana, by the looks of it) and in the basement.

There was a figure in the last screen, working over a row of potted plants with low lamps. A zoom-in with Bruce’s lenses showed long red hair.

Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder, and John crept ahead him, the taser-bomb in hand: it looked like a mass of the sticky-bombs grouped together, colorful wiring connecting them all like some kind of net, and before Bruce could do or say anything, John threw it into the living room, where it tumbled into the middle of the floor.

The group began to shoot out of their seats in a second, and in the next the ball seemed to expand like a geometric toy, the wired tasers being thrown in the air with a flash before smacking people and surfaces alike as they discharged. All three people fell to the floor in trembling heaps, and John dashed out and started to cuff them, Bruce close behind.

The electric bombs were safe to touch now that they had fully discharged, so Bruce had no qualm about stomping on the lightly-burning sections of carpet underneath some of them to prevent any spread of fire as he pushed them aside. The bulkiest goon wasn’t quite down for the count; she was still conscious.

She yanked John off her fallen comrade by his shoulder and threw him into the table’s edge. Bruce threw a Batarang at her arm just as she was about to punch, and John gave a swift knee to her stomach as she flinched.

She fell to the floor with a louder crash and a grunt, pulling the Batarang out from her arm and letting it drop to the floor. “You fucker…” She said, glaring up at John before looking over at Bruce, her eyes widening as he approached with more Batarangs at the ready. “B-Batman…?”

“Yup! He’s real,” John said playfully before smacking the side of her head with the baton. “And so am I,” he added with a growl. He decided to tie her wrists behind the nearest table leg. “I hate not being able to call myself Joker like this… Really sells it better.”

Bruce felt his heart twitch at the name. “You can call yourself that, if it helps,” Bruce said gently, tying the monitoring-station woman’s wrists together, “Just not to people’s faces.”

“Kinda defeats the point,” John grumbled.

Bruce shot a look at the security monitor – Pamela Isley didn’t seem to have heard anything. Still, precaution should be used. “Let’s go,” he said plainly, sweeping out of the room with a swish of his cape.

John tucked a hand into his pocket and followed.

The basement stairs were carpeted and quiet, but Bruce was careful to walk on the outsides rather than the middle. Spiders had clearly made themselves right at home in the damp corners of the walls, and he had to duck to avoid getting the tips of his cowl’s ears stuck in one of their webs. A soft sort of click was heard behind his back, and Bruce figured John had gotten out his grappling gun.

Pamela Isley was bent over a row of exotic-looking orchids posed under heat lamps, dabbing something into the center of a blue orchid’s petals. Bruce saw several troughs full of hallucinogenic mushrooms sitting on the other side of the wall.

“There you go, my darling,” she cooed in a honeyed voice, acting like she was carefully painting the center of the flower, “You’ll soon be the belle of the ball…”

Bruce eyed the electrical box on the other side of the room. It wouldn’t do to drown the place in darkness; he’d be able to see, but John wouldn’t. The best bet was to tackle and restrain her.

Or…

Bruce took out his own grappling gun, and aimed it at Isley’s collar. One click, and it snagged her shirt with practiced ease.

“What the-?!”

Pamela Isley was suddenly dragged yelping through the air at an angle, smacking hard into one of the tables and spilling several unusual potted flowers to the floor.

Bruce grabbed her and threw her to the concrete floor, standing over her with several Batarangs in his hand as John cackled beside him.

“Jonathan Crane,” Bruce growled out, “Where is he?”

Pamela Isley sat up, shock written all over her face as she processed exactly what happened – it quickly morphed to a steely stare. “Batman,” she said slowly in a sweet voice, “I thought you were an urban legend,” she continued, wiping the corner of her mouth where a dribble of blood leaked out. “Do you always treat a lady this way?”

Bruce dragged her up by her collar and threw her against the wall, keeping her at arm’s length. “I know he bought plants from you today. Tell me where he is.”

“Or what?” She taunted, smirking widely at him. “You think I haven’t been knocked around by men before? I’ve been in whole worlds of hurt, honey.”

There was the distinct sound of the grappling wire rushing through the air, and then an enormous crash – John had taken out one of the mushroom tables, the fungi now breaking and bouncing against the floor it the scattered in the dirt.

“Whoopsie,” John hummed, a wide unnerving grin on his face, “butter-fingers.”

Isley looked rather taken aback, but the expression quickly warped into a mocking glare. “You think destroying my inventory is going to intimidate me?”

John shrugged, leaning back against a table and knocking over a several small tropical plants with a slide of his hand, shattering the clay pots and sending the plants scattering to the hard floor.

That definitely got her attention; her face paled slightly and there was tremble in her. “Stop that!”

Bruce glared at her, mentally thanking John for his quick thinking. “Tell me where Crane is and I’ll consider stopping him from tearing this place apart.”

Her dark green eyes glared at him with a slow-boiling dislike. “Let me go first.”

Bruce did a very quick once-over; she didn’t seem to have a gun holster on her, and she was definitely a lighter build than the rest of her gang. Knives were still a possibility. He decided to let go, keeping a Batarang between his fingers just in case as he stepped just out of her reach.

Pamela dusted off her green turtleneck. “I don’t know where he is, and I don’t care. He bought a few of my flowers and left,” she said, crossing her arms.

John laughed, fingering the leaves of the blue orchid she’d been attending. “With a hole in his shoulder? You didn’t even offer a band-aid for that?”

Pamela was closely eyeing the plant in John’s hand. “What if I did?”

“I know he’s a friend of yours, Isley,” Bruce growled. “You’re the only one who could know what he’s planning.”

“I told you, I don’t know,” she stated, “and I don’t care. I’m not his mother.”

“I can see why you were paying such close attention to this one,” John hummed, fingering the petals with a gloved hand. “It’s so pretty. You put a lot of effort into keeping all these, huh?” He grinned at her, almost looking like his usual self. “It’s not just some financial scheme for you, is it?”

“Of course it is,” Pamela stared at him, trying to keep her voice level; Bruce noticed her eyes kept flicking slightly downward, like she was watching the plant. “I breed and sell rare plants to collectors on the side.”

“Oh good! So this won’t bother you!”

In a swift move, John cut the blossom off the stem with the bowie knife one of the group upstairs had been sharpening.

The blossom fell to the table, and Pamela Isley looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

John picked up the blossom. “Let’s see – she’s honest,” he said playfully, plucking a petal from the stem, “she’s not!” He pulled another.

“STOP IT!” Pamela shrieked, making to rush at him – Bruce pulled her back and pointed the tip of the Batarang at her face. She glanced at it fearfully, but then looked back at the flower being torn apart in John’s hand, and it looked like she was watching a child die before her eyes.

“Stop that,” Bruce instructed; John hummed and held it still. “Talk, or my partner and I crush every plant in this place.”

Isley stared at the flower in John’s hand. “I… I don’t know what he’s planning,” she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly. John only touched the tip of a petal before she spoke again – “But-! But I know… He’s building something. He didn’t say what, but he asked for some muscle - I hooked him up with some of Maroni’s old boys.” She shut her eyes and took a breath before glaring at John like he was a complete monster. “I hope the lot of them tears you limb from limb.”

Bruce forced Isley’s hands behind her back and zip-tied them. “Down on the ground,” he growled, pushing down on the top of her head. John pointed the grappling gun in her face with a smirk; a good insurance if she decided to try and elbow Bruce in the face.

Pamela shot them both a hateful glare as she knelt down, and it didn’t waver as her ankles were tied, too. “I won’t forget this,” she spat.

Bruce sent off a message to Tiffany regarding the coordinates of “Poison Ivy”’s headquarters from his gauntlet. He knew she’d get the word out before he could even get back in the car. “Tell it to the judge,” he taunted, leading the way out of the basement, not missing the sparkle in John’s eyes as he followed, the severed, torn orchid blossom having been carelessly thrown at Pamela Isley’s feet.

John gathered up the sticky bomb device before they hustled back to the Batmobile, and it wasn’t until the doors closed that he spoke, and when he did it was in a tone Bruce would almost call revered.

“So, what do we do now, partner?” He asked, a definite glow on his face.

“We go look at some of the Maroni gang’s old haunts and see if we can find anyone recently hired,” Bruce said, the voice modifier in his cowl now disabled. He glanced at his recent text messages: one from Tiffany giving the ok on Poison Ivy, and another from Iman with the last known location of the stolen Ryde car. “After we look into the motels in the red-light district. Crane might’ve stayed there.”

John laughed to himself, but for once he didn’t share the joke; instead, he pulled out a packet of jerky from the plastic bag he’d brought along. “I knew this would be a long night,” he said cheerfully, as if he was really looking forward to the whole thing.

It was well past one in the morning when Bruce arrived back home through the front gate, the Batsuit stowed away and the plates flipped back to red. The two patrol officers were only somewhat surprised to see him arrive back. Naturally, they reported nothing new, since John had been dropped off in the Batcave first.

Sore muscles were nothing new to Bruce. The old strained climb back up to his bed was just as annoying as ever. He honestly didn’t feel like he wanted to sleep, but after following several empty leads over the city and bruising a few heads alongside John, he did admit that he was physically exhausted. He knew lying down was better than nothing, and he still had to go to work in several hours like he didn’t have a double life. At least he wasn't starving, thanks to John thinking ahead and buying him protein-and-carb-filled snacks.

He forced himself to go through his usual nightly routine, despite the temptation to just flop into bed and lay there. He looked at the bruises on his back and ribs from where John had struggled against him under the influence of Crane’s drug, and decided not to bother putting the bruise-away cream on them, nor on the new ones forming on his shoulder from where one of the former mobsters had hit him.

When he did finally collapse onto the master bed in nothing but his boxer-briefs, his brain still decided to chat away at him.

There were no leads as to who exactly Isley had hired for Crane. Bruce cursed himself for not trying to work the specifics out of her. At least he knew she was arrested for drug possession and manufacturing, as well as smuggling illegal fauna.

There was no word on the whereabouts of Jackie Lant. Her car was missing, and she’d called into work sick. Her apartment hadn’t been visited in the entire time Bruce had his drone’s eye on it, and neither Tiffany nor Iman had seen anything when they looked into Jackie’s friends’ places, either. All Bruce knew was that she hadn’t called an ambulance to fetch her from Toxic Acres, that she hadn’t been admitted to a hospital, and that there was no sign of her body either in the Acres or in the Gotham River.

She was alive, somewhere, and Bruce didn’t know what she was going to do next. He hoped she was just going to lie low until he caught Crane.

Jonathan Crane was nowhere to be found. His house was still empty. He didn’t seem to be staying at any of the motels – or hotels – around the red-light district or its surrounding streets, and nothing had come of a quick credit-card check. The Ryde driver the GCPD fished out of the River that morning had been shot in the head, and his car was so common that if Crane could’ve switched the license plate with anything and been completely invisible. They’d done a quick search of the warehouse district and found no sign of him there, either.

Bruce had the nagging feeling that he wasn’t going to find Crane until the doctor reared his head.

The billionaire rolled onto his stomach, shoving the anxious thought away as he pressed his cheek further into the plush black jersey pillowcase. There were a couple more places he could check tomorrow…

The bedroom door creaked, and Bruce’s eyes shot open, a second away from grabbing the billy-club under his pillow – he could see John’s messy hair in his dark silhouette.

“Bruce? You awake?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“…can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Bruce noticed he closed the door behind him. Like he was planning to stay there.

That definitely put a new light onto the situation. A tense thrill was building in his shoulders as John deigned to sit on the edge of the mattress, his back to Bruce.

John was only wearing his Arkham-regulated pants, and the pale white of his bare skin almost shone in the light streaming in from the window. Bruce saw several bruises forming, one of which was from where he’d gotten grabbed by the shoulder by a Poison Ivy goon, and several more where he’d gotten knocked into.

“…I don’t think I can sleep in that guest room,” John sighed. “I mean, I tried my usual methods of sleep induction, but… It’s too big…and empty. I’m really not used to that.” His voice came out quieter and more contemplative. “I know it’s weird, but do you mind if I sleep in here?” He asked, turning halfway to look right at Bruce.

He felt trapped. If he said no, at the worst John would sulk, and at the best John wouldn’t get any sleep, and that was definitely worse for his mental health. John had mentioned before about how regular sleep cycles were supposed to help with that.

If he said yes, though, he’d know he was sleeping next to John, and there was the tiny worry in the back of his head that John might…try something. Or at least roll over too much.

“I promise I’ll stay over on my side,” John muttered, not tearing his eyes away.

“Alright.”

A sweet smile stretched on his face. “Thanks, Bruce. You won’t regret this.”

“If you keep talking, I might.”

John giggled as he slid beneath the covers on the far side of the bed, flopping one of the extra pillows down between them. “There – a no-roll barrier,” he said as if he had to explain the concept to Bruce.

It did not escape Bruce’s attention that John had decided to lie facing him and rest his arm on top of the pillow. John had pulled the covers up to just underneath his armpits; Bruce could see John's sharp collarbone and the lean wiry muscle of his chest. (Bruce made sure not to look for more than a moment's curiosity would allow.)

God, John’s face was actually his for the first time that whole night. Bruce had gotten used to seeing it in the natural makeup, but it was almost a relief to see it in its normal borderline-luminescent white. He looked like the man Bruce knew.

Acid-green eyes stared at him, flicking slightly and growing soft. “I…did want to talk to you about something, though. If it’s okay.”

“I suppose I’m still awake,” Bruce said in an attempt to lighten the tension in his arms. “Sure.”

“Do you ever…look back on something, and think about the worst thing that could’ve happened in that situation?”

He didn’t like to admit it, but he had. Usually in his worst moods, he’d think about how everything could’ve gone wrong. He’d usually think about everything he could’ve done better, too. “I try not to, but…sometimes, yeah.”

“I’ve been thinking about our fight a lot, lately,” John confessed, “At Ace. I used to think about it a lot when I got recommitted, but… You started visiting me,” he said softly, a light smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You remember when I told you I thought I’d messed things up for us?”

“Yeah.” It was Bruce’s first visit to John. He never forgot the sheer hopeful joy on John’s face upon seeing him. It was practically engraved in his memory.

“Ever since I started sessions with Crane, I kept going back to that night. He always tried to weasel my worst secrets out of me,” he said with a low scowl, “but when he started using that…toxin on me… I kept…thinking about what could have happened back there. I… I know I almost killed you.”

The sheer pain reading in John’s eyes was enough to make Bruce want to wrap his arms around him. It was beautiful and raw and honest, and Bruce found himself holding stock still, almost captivated by the expression.

“I kept seeing it. Over and over – it was like I could see myself throwing you over the railing or-or stabbing you, or...” Bruce saw tears welling up as John clenched the pillow between them. “I don’t want to come close to that again, Bruce,” he managed to say, his voice starting to hitch. “I don’t… I don’t want to kill you.”

Bruce threw his pride away and grabbed John’s hand in his. “You won’t.”

“You…you don’t know that,” John said with a light sob. “If…if I…go back to how I was… If I mess up...”

Bruce squeezed his hand, feeling the soft skin twitch under his fingertips. “I won’t pretend you’re perfect,” he said, honesty seeping through every word, “but I know you, John. I know you’re not going after Crane out of revenge, like you did with Waller. You reached out to me for help – but you were already trying to find a way to stop him without resorting to just stabbing him with the nearest shiv.”

John sniffed, a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth like he was almost smiling. “Yeah…”

“So you’re not the same person you were then, are you?” He soothed with a supportive smile. “Even if you feel you are going backward, I know it won’t be to that same point.”

“Maybe…” he said with another sniff, looking more serious. “But Bruce, you know there are things I can’t ever really stop, right? The auditory psychosis is pretty much going to stay with me the rest of my life,” he started, clutching Bruce’s hand back, “and I’m not going to lie here and pretend my pulse wasn’t pounding a mile a minute when we were fighting those mobsters out there.” He sported a small knowing grin at him. “You know what that’s like, though, don’t you…”

(Yes, he did.)

“…you know what’s funny? I used to think one bad day could turn a person completely upside down.” John managed to stroke his thumb against Bruce’s knuckle, sending a little shiver over the skin, and Bruce wondered if John knew how incredibly intimate that gesture felt as he stared softly at him from the pillow. “Especially after Waller came to town… But…I never really thought things could go back up after it. I guess it just…takes a while.”

Bruce knew there was something right in John’s line of thinking. It only took one day to turn his life on its head, and he felt he knew, despite John having no memory of his life before Arkham, that something similar had happened to him. “Well…they say time heals all wounds.”

“How much passed before yours started to heal?”

He almost didn’t want to answer. The truth was that he wasn’t sure at all if he was ever going to fully heal, despite knowing what his parent’s really were. Maybe it was because he knew the terrible truth about them that they wouldn’t ever heal right. Maybe he’d always have that miserable note in the background of his life.

“…I’m still healing.”

“I didn’t say you stopped, buddy,” John chuckled with a knowing look. “Still…got good days and bad days, huh?”

“Feels like it, yeah.” Today…was definitely more of a mixed day. Looking at John across from him, though, all honest and open, and thinking back to how it felt to fight alongside him again, and investigate with him, with that warmth and instant familiar comfort between that never faded away, he almost felt like he wanted to call it a good day. “Today might have tilted things right-side up.”

John laughed, a genuine, humored one that was almost infectious. “Now I know I’m rubbing off on you; that sounds like something I’d say!”

John slipped his hand away and turned to lie on his back, still chuckling to himself. The warmth still burned in Bruce’s palm, and he found himself reluctant to pull his hand away at all.

John turned to him once more, an all-too-familiar affection shimmering brightly in the green depths. It pulled Bruce in and made him feel like he should inch close enough to feel the warmth and security it promised. “’Night, Bruce.”

“Goodnight, John.”

John turned over, leaving Bruce to stare at the bruises forming on his shoulders. There was the terrible temptation in his hands to shove the pillow between them aside and wrap his arm around the man’s middle so he could lean into that pale, battered back and bury his face in a head of soft, green hair.

There was a worse urge, one so vivid it almost made Bruce’s head spin – he could just reach out and touch the bruises, feather-light, and trail his fingertips down the curve of spine until it arched with a pleased shudder, and Bruce could follow that trail with his mouth as far as John would let him.

Bruce turned his head away, the memory of John’s lips on his coming to the front of his mind, and he shut out the mental image of repeating that kiss right then and there, telling himself that he really shouldn’t feel that way towards someone who desperately needed support, nor to his best friend who he’d left scarred in more ways than one, and certainly not someone who was both.

It had been a long time since Bruce shared a bed with someone, and far, far longer when he shared one with someone he didn’t have sex with.

He hoped that was all it was. Just the bed’s memory getting to him, and nothing else…

Notes: Super-sexy-plant-person-in-her-late-twenties Ivy is OUT. Cougar-aged-mobster-botanist Ivy is IN! >:)

I really wanted a different Ivy. I’m tired of the young, uber-sexy walking plant-human-hybrid that’s immune to all toxins and diseases; plants get diseases, too, and she’s so plant-like she should have some kind of physical humanizing weakness! It’s much more interesting to have a human who’s just built up an immunity and uses her babies for weapons and business; I kept her serious environmentalist trait, though, because while I dislike the anti-hero thing she’s got going on lately and would love to see her as a straight-up villain again, we do have to relate to her somehow, and her love of nature is always going to be a good part of her. Since Harley’s older, too, I figured it would be alright if they had a ten-year gap between them, so when Pam eventually goes to Black Gate one day, they’ll be pals. ;)

And Bruce you complete fool!!!! You should’ve kissed him!!! Why do you do this to yourseellllfff? D:

I'm sorry it took so long, but as you can tell, I had a lot to work on, and I’m doing my best to write the next chapter as quickly as I can while this nutty energy in my brain is still fresh. I’m trying to keep with my weekly schedule, but I hope you guys are okay with having a gap day, as appears to be the habit now. ( ._. ) I mean, no one yells at me or anything for being late, but I aim to please with my work, and part of that is being consistent.

I shall continue to try my hardest! (*｀へ´*) 彡3 See you next weekend!!!

#batjokes #telltale batjokes #juce #atbom #at the brink of midnight #fordarkisthesuede writes #I had a lot of fun coming up with a different ivy!#i like the idea that she heads her own gang despite being rather anti-people #like she doesn't even consider them when the JUCE force shows up #then again goons are rather expendable in the batman universes aren't they?#i can't believe i worked in a nod to TFS's playthroughs of TT bats #i still laugh when i rewatch the first season and they just let Selina drop #all because they were curious to see what would happen #so will ivy's info have an impact on future events?#only time will tell.........#also i'm serious about those writer vibes #i'm sending 'em all out #you'll all do great this week i can feel it #p.s. the ao3 chapters are already edited properly so i'll fix the tumblr ones asap

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a locker flower a day because i like you | florist!hyunjin fic

→ pairing: florist!hyunjin x reader (ft minho and the owner of the flower shop and bff!jisung ahahah)

→ pronouns: they/them

→ genre: f L U F F ♡♡♡ + high school au

→ format: bulletlist

→ words: 5.3k

→ a/n: IDK I JUST HAD THIS IDEA FROM READING THIS SANHA FLUFF and I wanted to write with flowers so uh yEAH. AND IT’S SO LONG LMAO I DIDN’T THINK IT’D END UP AS 5K WORDS I actually considered changing it to a florist!Jisung but then I was like “naAAhHHh I’ll be biased and write about Hyunjin” lkdsjfadshj I hope you guys enjoy this! it’s so cliche askldjfa

Hyunjin needed a job and didn’t want to work at a restaurant or something so when he was walking home from school one day, he saw a poster for a florist shop in need of employees and he was like “oh that’s cute” and just yoloed and decides to apply

easily got the job not because he was like the only applicant but because he walked in and the old lady running the store was like “oh! you look like a flower boy omg!”

and he just scrunches up his face and laughs and he pretty much landed the job

pushing open the creaky door to the low ceiling shop on his first day, the old lady was so excited he already loved the job

she taught him meanings of flowers, how to trim the stems and thorns, and how to arrange a bouquet

HYUNJIN GOT SO INVESTED IN THE MEANING OF FLOWERS--he bought his own copy and loves to sit by the sofa in front of the shop and read each flower

he brings it up to his friends sometimes too and they’re like “lksadjf lmao hyunjin who knew you would like these kind of things”

but the owner of the shop loves how excited hyunjin is about flowers and is always telling him some kind of stories about bouquets people have ordered and super cute stories about customers

she was such his hypeman the first time he arranged a bouquet lmao

plus imagine hyunjin in one of those dark green aprons with his white button up uniform sleeves rolled up halfway askldfjklsdjff b y e

and the fact that he’s towering over this sweet old lady B Y E

most of the time, he took care of the hanging garden inside the shop, watering the flower pots and if work was slow, would do his homework on the sofa

the shop is only open on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays at 10 to 6. Hyunjin usually has the shift from 3 to 6 while his only other coworker, Minho, switched off.

although Minho really likes working there too so he usually sticks around

Hyunjin loves it when customers come in. they’re more frequent than he thought and his smile is so bright the customer buys one extra flower because why not because he’s cute duh

his favorite is when he’s tending to the flowers and a customer walks in and he just gets to recommend flowers, occasionally calling to the old lady for help because he can’t recall what this certain flower means

but the customer doesn’t mind because he’s so into his work

OKAY LET’S SWITCH TO YOU, READER!

you’re his classmate ohhoh

sits a seat diagonally in front of him and your friend, Jisung sits right behind you, next to him

he always thought you were cute—the way you laughed and playfully argued with Jisung

how he can always see your face clearly when you turn around to talk to Jisung

plus he can discreetly steal glances at you because your teacher is still in his line of sight so it looks like he’s paying attention to the lesson when he’s really studying the way your hair rustles when you move

doesn’t usually talk to you—mostly only through Jisung because he doesn’t know how to start a conversation

that’s because you two sort of stopped talking to each other during the end of seventh grade up until sophomore year since no classes were shared

you two considered each other to be close but in reality, that’s because you two knew each other since grade one.

that’s why it’s a little awkward

yet last year when he finally had one class with you again

all his feelings hit

and he actually held up a couple of conversations with you? however, something always interfered and the conversation was interrupted

anyways,

it was a Friday afternoon and he just appeared to the main room of the shop, still tying his apron when the front door creaked in notice of a customer

“hi! welcome to—oh, hey”

he looked up to face your hesitant stance as you awkwardly walk into the shop

your heart rate shot up

“o-oh, hi Hyunjin. I didn’t know you work here”

you mentally facepalmed yourself for stuttering over your words

it’s not like you developed a crush on him or anything. he doesn’t even talk to you in class

he let out an awkward laugh, “yeah. I got the job recently”

Minho and the old lady walked in with the new deliveries of flowers and immediately registered the tension

and they grinned lmao

“hELLO!” the old lady chirped, dropping her box of flowers on the countertop and startling Hyunjin “what would you like to say today?”

she snapped you back to attention and Minho took the opportunity to whisper into Hyunjin’s ear:

“you like them don’t you?”

he snickered to himself as Hyunjin spluttered over his words

“you’re too easy to read kid”

as he went to organize the box of flowers in his arms, Hyunjin stayed at his position behind the cash register, tracing the worn out guide of flower bouquets and their prices

he can hear the old lady ask you why you wanted to buy flowers and his heart stuttered when you say:

“it’s for my dad~ his birthday is coming up and I wanted to say I love you and I’ll always be there to support you.”

Hyunjin smiled to himself as he continued tracing the guide and you bet Minho caught that smile ohohohoho

“love and support? hmmm, I think this flower and this flower…”

the old lady finished picking out the flowers with the correct meaning and slammed her hand on the counter dramatically

“hEy Hyunjin! can you arrange the flowers for me? Minho and I have to finish sorting the new flowers in the back”

she said that way too loud and Minho cheekily winked at Hyunjin before the both of them disappeared behind the door

you just stood there awkwardly with a bundle of flowers resting on your arms and flashed Hyunjin a confused smile

he smiled back and motioned for you to give him the flowers

“uhhh, so how’s this job?” you asked, trying to break the silence “i didn’t think you would work at a floral place.”

“I actually really like it here,” Hyunjin replied, still focused on arranging the flowers. “it’s really chill and I really like Nana and Minho.”

“yeah?”

“yeah”

you watched, fascinated on how his hands gingerly picked up each flower and with a quick glimpse, decided where to place the stem into the vase

“okay that would be $27”

he finally looked up at you and you had to avoid his gaze

then your phone went off

“oh! sorry let me take this for a sec,” you excused yourself, exiting the building

“psst you should give her a dark pink rose”

Hyunjin jumped and Minho and the old lady laughed

“it means thank you,” the old lady added, pushing it into Hyunjin’s hand “you can make up the excuse it’s for all customers who buy bouquets here or something I don’t know”

Hyunjin just glared at them before the door signaled your incoming again, his hand dropping to his side to hide the rose while Minho and the old lady scurried off

“$27 right?” you clarified, giving him three $10 bills

singlehandedly, while still gripping the rose, Hyunjin gave your change and all and just as you took the vase--

“um, here! it means thank you for purchasing here!” he exclaimed

surprised, you gently took the rose from him and studied the perfect way the dark colored petals formed the flower and how pretty it was “oh, really? that’s cute, Thanks Hyunjin—see you”

he just watched until he couldn’t see you outside the glass door anymore and Minho and the old lady burst into the room, complaining how awkward and blunt he was about it

“wHERE’S THE FLIRTING THING YOU ALWAYS DO WITH OTHER CUSTOMERS?”

“YOU WERE AS AWKWARD AS MY BEAN SPROUT GROWING OVER THERE”

to say you were flustered was an understatement—you had to get out of there. when you looked up into his eyes when he gave you the flower, you swore you saw a sparkle and you had to blast

when you arrived home, you told your mom you got the bouquet but the first thing she saw was the solo rose in your hand.

“what is that” and you heard the slight teasing in her voice

“oh this?” you looked at the rose and panic when hyunjin’s kind eyes flashed through your mind

“it’s a thing the shop does when customers purchase something! it means ‘thank you’”

she just looked at you suspiciously before gushing about the vase of flowers in your other hand

finally escaping her and filling one of the empty vases you had at home with water, you put the rose in it and carried it to your room

where you put it to the side of your desk

I know this is just a marketing strategy, but—

you shook your head and went to go distract yourself

but the distraction didn’t really help

the next day at school, you were just about to bring up dark pink roses when Hyunjin appeared into the classroom and you shut up

Jisung asked again but you waved him off with a “nevermind”

Hyunjin did catch “pink roses,” so after school at work, he was just tending the flowers when the dark pink roses caught his eyes

caught staring at the basket of roses, Nana went ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and sidled up to the zoned out boy

“soooooooooooooooo, you like them?”

hyunjin jumped, his hand whacking the flower basket and the roses spilled to the floor

Minho was just about to bid his goodbyes when he heard this—

“YES HYUNJIN! GO GETTEM”

“hYUNG SHUT UP YOU DON’T EVEN—”

“they mentioned about the rose to someone and you overheard huh?”

“w h a—”

“AWWW HYUNJINNIE YOU’RE SO CUTE! Nana will help you!”

“wait Nana no—”

basically Nana and Minho created this elaborate plan to give you a flower each day with a cute note with its meaning and managed to convince Hyunjin to do so

“isn’t it too obvi—”

“NO IT’S NOT!”

“NO ONE ELSE WORKS AT A FLOWER SHOP THOUGH?”

Minho and Nana narrowed their eyes and looked at each other before

“eh whatever it’s cute you should do it Hyunjin”

it’s true Hyunjin could refuse, but he thought it was a pretty cute plan and he loved the way you studied flowers when you received them

so uh

yolo

the first day, he appeared into your graduating class’s hallway where everyone had their lockers there and prayed he was earlier than everyone else

more or less, there was like four kids in the hallway all focused on their phones as they waited for their friends to arrive

he tried to calmly walk towards your locker—it’s not like his hands were shaking as he hid the flower in his hoodie pocket and his heart threatening to leap out of his chest

quickly taping the flower and the pastel yellow envelope to the locker, he hurriedly shuffled to his locker just as his friend appeared into the hallway

you were a little later than usual, which meant your friends were already by the lockers

once they saw you just around the corner—

“HEY Y/N, LOOK WHO HAS A SECRET ADMIRER!”

you squinted your eyes at them, too cold and tired to respond quickly

they all parted and

there was a yellow flower taped to your locker

all your friends grinned to themselves as you gently removed the tape and studied the flower

opening the note, it read:

hi! um, yes it’s one of these shy anonymous “i like you” ploys but let’s not wonder who I am—I wanted to give you this flower! It’s a prairie sunflower and sunflowers mean admiration! I really admire you and think you’re really cool and I hope this flower brightens up your day~

your heart swelled and skipped a beat and instinctively, you looked up from the note in the direction where Hyunjin usually stood with his friends

“hey hEy HEY what does the note say?”

he wasn’t looking in your direction and you immediately reprimanded yourself for even hoping it’d be him so you tore your gaze from across the hallway back to Jisung who’s grabbing at the note

“OOOOOOOOH Y/N SOMEONE LIKES YOUUUUUUUU”

“OH MY GOSH JISUNG WHY TF ARE YOU SO LOUD”

you whacked him and he dramatically screamed

Hyunjin flushed hearing your shouts, but lucky for him, the cold air could be his excuse

for the next month, you would walk to your locker and see a flower taped on accompanied with a cute note in a cute, little, pastel yellow colored envelope about its meaning

and every. freaking. day.

“YY/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YOUR SOULMATE GAVE YOU A PINK FLOWER TODAY!!!!”

your favorite flower was the white carnation because your mystery flower fairy (he was called that by the rest of the school) somehow knew there was a big English test you were freaking out about and explained how white carnations were historically good luck gifts. mystery flower fairy also decided to add cheesy stuff like how the flower also represents sweetness and loveliness, innocence and pure love—it doesn’t matter, you thought it was cute how they gave you a good luck gift

back to Hyunjin—this boy was so giddy everyday and he always had his copy of the language of flowers book in his backpack, mulling over which flower you should receive the next day when he should be finishing homework

he’d hum around the shop with his nose buried in his book, trying to do his job but instead, he knocks over baskets of flowers

some regulars would whisper to Minho and Nana: “what’s up with him?”

“he’s doing that thing where he’s giving a flower to his crush each day, that little nerd.”

“it’s okay, I can’t fire him bc he’s still, sorta, doing his job… sorta”

even some regulars come just for updates on Hyunjin’s progress: what flower he’s giving his crush today, did he get caught yet, is he ever gonna confess?

it’s really cute though because sometimes he’d scream for Nana and is like “WHAT FLOWER SHOULD I GIVE THEM?????”

and Nana would pull out her ginormous book of flowers and they’ll browse for a cute flower

as Minho throws snarky comments and laughing as Hyunjin tosses him glares

Hyunjin gets really excited when new flowers are ordered though

these flowers are usually delivered around the time he reaches the shop for his shift and he’d excitedly bounce around Nana and Minho asking “what are these flowers? what do they mean? they’re really cute! do you think y/n would like them?”

one time, Hyunjin was nearly caught delivering the daily flower

you were just really early that day and cocking your head as you recognized Hyunjin’s body right where your locker is:

“um, Hyunjin? can I get to my locker?”

he probably jumped a foot high

“oh! sorry! I was just uh, looking at what flower your admirer gave you today, yeah! that’s what I was doing.”

internally his gears were turning and his ears heated up in embarrassment and his heart hammered so much he thought he could just faint

you smiled weakly, still embarrassed by the attention you received with your flower person

“yeah, a lot of people are really curious to be honest.”

Hyunjin sighed in relief that you believed him

there was this one time you got a gillyflower that meant “beauty and happiness” and there was a scribbled out portion of the card where your secret admirer probably rushed to write the note

what you deciphered was “these flowers are used in wedding bouquets to” where it was cut off and you blushed, a little flustered your admirer wrote that

jisung didn’t shut up about it for the whole day

LEt”S TALK ABOUT JISUNG FOR A BIT

this kid hella knows

he freAKING SEES HYUNJIN STARING AT HIS FRIEND EVERYDAY IN CLASS

and when Jisung missed you in the mornings because you were late to class—he’d always ask “what flower did you get today” and in the corner of his eye, he’d see Hyunjin perk up

Jisung never vocally bothered Hyunjin about it but sometimes he’d smirk at Hyunjin and the other boy would pretend he doesn’t know anything

that’s why Jisung is so into this because he kn o w s you have some feelings for Hyunjin since like eighth grade. It’s not full blown but it’s hidden

he also knows you suspect that your admirer is Hyunjin because liek? not only whenever his name is brought up, you get all self-conscious as if you’re gonna say something that’s gonna tell the whole world you really like hyunjin

and the fact that the flowers started AFTER you visited the flower shop

Jisung was just like

“it has to be that nerd”

all his thoughts were confirmed when he caught Hyunjin delivering a flower AND SAVED HIM LMAO

Jisung snuck up behind the flower boy with a push and a “BOO” and Hyunjin knocked his head into the lockers

“SO—”

“PLEASE DON’T TELL THEM”

Jisung jokingly frowned but he was like “yeah yeah i knoW BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS—”

“Jisung NO”

“JISUNG YES. SO—” but he saw you rounding the corner with your eyes glued on your phone and

“oh sht they’re here uh HyUNJiN!” he hissed when Hyunjin fumbled and the card fluttered out of his hand

“here I got you bud—HEY Y/N! I NEED YOU TO VISIT ROOM 57 WITH ME!” and by the time you looked up, Jisung crashed into you, linked your arms together and tugged you with him

by that time, everyone in the hallway knew the locker flower fairy was Hyunjin adskjfhsdf

only you didn’t want to admit it because it was almost too good for it to be true that Hwang Hyunjin likes you

it’s just a coincidence he… works… at… a… floral… shop….

but honestly these flowers were so cute and you really wanted to meet them one day—no matter who it turns out to be—so you returned to the flower shop when winter break and finals were nearing

just wanting to escape from the cold, you rushed into the shop where Minho was trimming flowers for a bouquet at the front

you sighed softly as the shop blocked all the cold wind and waited for the door to close

“OH HI Y/N!”

your head shot up, surprised to see Nana yell your name

she just smiled at you and explained: “Hyunjin talks about you a lot!”

bashfully, you smiled at them before approaching the main counter

“what would you like to say today?”

studying as Minho trimmed the flowers, you searched to find the right words

“um, I was hoping for a flower that means ‘thank you’? like? “i admire you and thank you? I don’t know uhhhhhhh—”

“who is this for?” minho asked innocently

a flush spread across your cheeks and Nana and Minho immediately knew

“there’s uh, a person at school who gives me flowers each day with a cute note explaining the meaning behind it and? I want to tell them thank you? it’s really sweet? but the problem is, I don’t know who they are and—”

“OOH I got the perfect flower!” Nana exclaimed and she rushed to the back

“we just ordered these after a long time, lucky you y/n” Nana explained

coming back, there was an elegant stem of green, decorated with white orchids

“orchids have a variety of meanings, usually along the lines of admiration,” she said, beginning to wrap it up carefully

“this one, white orchids, mean innocence and I think this fits your situation?” she asked

you stared at the stem she’s carefully wrapping up

“y-yeah, I think so?”

when she tied it off with a translucent yellow ribbon, she handed it to you

“on the house”

you did a double take—“WAIT wHAT? aren’t orchids expensive?”

she smiled and shook her head “it’s okay! you’re a friend of Hyunjin’s right? we’ll give it to you for free”

“but I can’t—”

“just take it y/n,” minho persisted, only to add “we’ll remove $5 from Hyunjin’s pay”

he laughed when your jaw dropped, ready to protest

“I was kidding! it’s okay! just take it!”

you looked at the flowers in your hand and just

“really?”

“really.” nana and minho said in unison

“thank you so much!” and as you neared the door

“COME VISIT US AGAIN AND TELL US HOW IT GOES!!”

you totally didn’t want to bring your hopes up but you were certain your secret admirer is Hyunjin now

the next day, after receiving a cute yellow tulip wishing you to have a good day—you placed your white orchid inside your locker, only to go back to your locker after school and made sure the orchid would withstand the night taped outside your locker

Hyunjin was shocked

he honestly nearly had a heart attack when he saw something taped outside your locker and rushed towards it, the only thing racing in his mind was someone else decided to give you flowers?

that was his thing!

except he saw Nana’s favorite yellow ribbon she uses for friendship bouquets and he paused

taking the flower off gently rather than his original intention of ripping it off, he saw the note and saw it addressed to “mystery flower person”

So uh, hi! I honestly can’t write pretty notes like how you do it and I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all the flowers you’ve given me? The ones that are still alive sit on my desk while the wilted ones are all pressed! I can’t believe you’d even spend even this much amount of time for me and to be honest, I’m lying when I say I’m not embarrassed. But they’re really sweet, don’t worry—so I wanted to return the favor! You probably already know what this flower means, but the white means innocence—my innocence of not knowing your identity—and orchids mean admiration and gratitude, and I want to thank you for all the cute flowers you’ve given me. I hope I get to know your identity soon!

Hyunjin legit collapsed onto his knees in happiness and couldn’t contain the dumb grin from appearing on his face.

although

once he reached the flower shop for that day’s shift,

“NANA! MINHO! YOU DIDN’t TELL THEM I’M THE PERSON WHO GAVE THEM THE FLOWERS RIGHT?”

Nana poked her head from behind a shelf, “what nonsense are you talking abou—”

“I KNOW YOU GAVE THEM THE WHITE ORCHID! THE YELLOW RIBBON YOU USE WAS ON IT”

minho snickered and hyunjin was ready to fight the older boy

“I SWEAR WE DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING WHY WON’T YOU BELIEVE US”

but? tomorrow was the last day before winter break and?

“i’m gonna do it”

“you’re gonna chicken out kid”

“minho! don’t tell him that—hyunjin you can do it”

honestly hyunjin was in a crisis for the rest of the day, not even focusing on his work as he flipped through pages and pages of the book to find the perfect flower

“AGHHH IDK WHICH FLOWER TO GIVE!”

cue him slamming his head repeatedly on the book

the mom currently in the store raised her eyebrow at him and Minho had to grab him by the hand and drag him to the back of the store

“hey nana, do you think giving them a tulip would be nice?” he interrupted the old lady when she was in the middle of talking to a customer

“yo kid she’s helping someone—”

“hyung help meeee”

minho and hyunjin were trimming thorns on new roses when hyunjin was so deep in thought he poked himself and started bleeding

he also shot up and ran around the store only to forget what idea popped in his head and he just screamed

the regular was also a boy in love but his story was giving his boyfriend flowers up until he proposed to him and he’s like “not able to pick a flower again, hyunjin?”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“nana, do you think he’s gonna be okay?”

“he’s gonna be fine minho”

“hyunjin hurry up we’re gonna close soon”

he walked around the store like two hundred times until he had to ring up the last customer who decided to buy a bouquet of dark pink roses

“oh...

“i can give them this”

“AW HOW CUTE!” minho yelled when he saw the younger boy hold the dark pink rose

“HYUNG SHUT UP”

“DON’T CHICKEN OUT!” minho encouraged, hip bumping into hyunjin that caused the latter boy to stumble and decided to fight back before nana tsked at them to stop

to say your heart dropped when you didn’t see a flower the next day was an understatement

you were sort of hoping mystery flower person would like the flower you gave back to them but—

even Jisung was surprised

“oh, no flower today?”

“yeah, I wonder why,” you said deflatedly as you twisted the familiar lock

the locker clicked open and out fluttered a yellow pastel envelope and jisung whooped

“nAH theY’re too smitten to stop askldfjasf” jisung teased and you narrowed your eyes at him

“YOu kNOW—”

“NO I DON’T! I’m saying,,, I’d do the same thing?”

you paused, your heart rate escalating but also dropping, wrongly interpreting what your best friend

“... this was all you?”

“WAIT NO OH MY GOSH NO wait i didn’t mean it like that—i love you y/n—but askldfj what i meant was that—” he paused for a tense second, hopping on the balls of his feet before “jUST READ THE NOTE!” he blurted

hesitantly, you opened the envelope (and jisung stole a quick glance at hyunjin from across the hallway where said boy was glaring daggers at jisung) and pulled out the note

Hey Y/N, I was wondering if we could meet up here, at your locker, after school? You probably already know what I’ll say but I’ll meet you at 3:10? I need time to steel my nerves and then I’ll tell you? If you can’t make it, tape the note outside your locker saying you can’t. Thanks.

you couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day oh boy

you were on the edge in every single class room and the minutes passed by so slowly you thought you were gonna die

yet by the time the last bell rung, you couldn’t move as your anxiety increased

“y/n?? y/nnnnn?” jisung called, waving his hand in front of your eyes as the classroom quickly emptied while your supplies still sat on your desk

“what do i do?” you whispered “they’ve been so nice to me but what if i reject them or something?”

jisung smiled softly and squeezed your shoulders

“don’t worry, trust me,” he reassured

you turned to face him “you know who this person is don’t you”

he just 😬 and you shook your head

“it’s gonna be fineeeeee”

you sighed and packed up your things, bid your teacher bye and left the classroom,

where you slowly dragged your feet to where your locker is

“good luck bro” jisung said just as you reached the hallway

“tell me everything later!” he said and turned around to leave the school

taking a huge breath, you tried to steady your shaky nerves and walked into the hallway

there were a couple of your classmates left, all conversing with their friends and your nerves heightened when you didn’t see anyone at your locker

pulling out your phone, you saw that it was 3:08

here we go

reaching your locker, you slowly switched out the supplies and things you needed and whatnot

it was only 3:09 when you finished and it was treacherous

the closed locker door, the clicked lock, the double check pull on the lock and just as your hand released the lock

“y/n?”

turning around, your eyes met a set of nervous brown ones that immediately flicked away when they met yours

it was hyunjin

the rose was hidden behind his back but hyunjin couldn’t keep his hands from shaking and he tried his best to calm down but the moment you turned around, all coherent thoughts flew out of his mind

“um, I—”

he gaped at you helplessly, but it’s not like you knew how to react either

“ireallylikeyouandyouprobablyalreadyknowthatbecauseisaiditamilliontimesthroughthenotesplusigaveyouflowerseverydayandhonestlyidontreallyknowminhoandnanadraggedmeintothisireallylikeyouandyouprobablyalreadyknowwhatthisrosemeansandwhileicouldvegivenyouadifferentflowerithoughtthiswouldmeanalittlemorebecauseitwasthefirstflowerigaveyouandiguessthankyouforacceptingtheflowers”

he held out the flower with both hands and looked down at his shoes, too afraid to look at you; his face was completely red, his breathing shallow

you looked at the familiar dark pink rose and a nervous giggle escaped you

“thanks, hyunjin”

taking the rose from him finally prompted him to look at you in the eye and you smiled at him, not really knowing what to do next

“i,,,, uh,”

“okay for real though, did you really not know it was me?” hyunjin blurted, his shyness disappearing and his usual self peeking through the way he carries himself around you—the familiar “i think we’re friends so i’ll tease you but idk what happened so i’ll be a little awkward around you” him

“h E Y it was either i embarrass you or i embarrass myself and i’d rather not jump to conclusions and ask if you’re the flower fairy when there was a possibility you’re not” you animatedly explained, but hyunjin didn’t really listen

he was trying to process that he sort of failed his confession and before he knew what he was doing:

“i like you”

your heart stopped because even though you heard it when he was going through his rambling confession, you didn’t expect him to say it again and you heard it clearly this time

hesitating,

“i—”

“look, I know we haven’t really talked since middle school so I don’t really expect anything, i just wanted you to know and I really loved seeing your reactions to getting the flowers”

you glared at him

“you didn��t even hear what i was gonna say kid,” you sassed.

“you hesitated”

“you’re point is?”

hyunjin sighed, adrenaline still rushing as he tried to think coherently and his mind raced in fear of what you’ll say next, but: “sorry, go on?”

you took a deep breath to steady your voice before “i think I like you too”

hyunjin took a moment to process your words before: “you think?”

“it’s just, like you said, we haven’t really talked since middle school and you changed a lot so—”

“would you like to meet up during break then?”

you looked up and he was looking straight into your eyes and he looked so sincere—

“y-yeah, yeah i’d like that”

a huge grin spread across his features and, noticing a small yellow flower on a nearby bush, he plucked it and tucked it behind your ear

heat rushed up to cheeks as his fingers brushed your skin so you attempted to ruin the mood by saying “what’s up with you and flowers? you never struck me as the one to like flowers this much”

“that’s because i like you”

you two locked eyes and

“EW DUDE THAT WAS SO CRINGE”

“YOU KNOW WHAT FORGET I SAID THAT”

you were laughing so hard, he felt the need to be defensive

“hEY I JUST PICKED UP A JOB AT A FLOWER SHOP OKAY. FLOWERS ARE CUTE AND THE MEANINGS ARE SUPER COOL TO LEARN ABOUT PLUS IT’S A CHILL PLACE TO WORK AT—YOU’RE NEVER GONNA GET ANOTHER FLOWER FROM ME!”

“it’s okay, I’ll go and ask Nana and Minho instead~~~~”

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #*fic #*mine

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//casually compiles all in one go

Vivian Reid:

When they discover they’re got a crush: -She denies it out right, textbook tsundere, see also “I won’t Say I’m in Love” ala Hercules, etc. She tends to mull on the idea of it more than actually doing something about it, which is a personal punishment because it then drives her mad to the point she does something irrational like taking it out on the object of her affections. Vivian Elizabeth Reid has no chill. How they confess/hint: -Her confessions are more passive-aggressive punches. Depending on the person her hints are very subtle where she mentions it in passing with a compliment–or (mostly in Elias’ case since he needs it), very in your face like a forceful punch or straight up “Hey wanna go out to dinner?” and then briefly walks away without hearing the answer. Big gestures of love: -This is actually her weak-point. The biggest gesture you’ll get out of her is actively saying I love you in public, or any other sort of romantic PDA outside of regular hand-holding, and even then, she tends to cover it up while walking close to the person so it doesn’t seem very obvious when looking afar. She’s a very private person. I’d also add in kicking-someone’s-ass-while-defending-would-be-there-but-that’s-a-no-brainer. Little gestures of love: -Little gestures are actually where she shines more because they’re in her comfort zone. She tends to linger near more, pay close to detail about the person’s hobbies, likes and dislikes, or a certain favorite flavor, keeps it in mind and later utilizes it when it’s at a convenience for the person (ie: When Elias is having a drama queen moment and is seriously upset she treats him to chocolate chip ice cream….at 3am). How to win their heart: -Not to sound generic and overly cheesy but getting to know her is a key point. Also being as stubborn as her to see past her faults and continue being a part of her life. (Now that I think about it, it’s probably why Camille’s still a contact of hers despite the one-sided animosity/one-sided bestie). It’s really a hard game of trying to move the boulder that won’t budge but once you figure out the cracks in the giant rock, and nudge more times than a few, eventually the bough will break and it’ll bring you to a gentle slide forward with her. How to break their heart: -Lie to her, assume all and never communicate with her, abruptly leave without any means of explaining. Tiny little turn-ons: -Small gestures that may seem to have no meaning but are pretty big to her, like remembering her favorite flavor of wine or tea; How she takes her coffee; making a visual attempt to not trigger a pet peeve she has with social habits Big turn-ons: -Running hands through her hair, holding her sides (as much as she hates to admit it out loud) smacking her butt (just-not-in-public)…..She also likes it rough ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Things that make their heart flutter: -Low humming of a tune, intense eye stares into hers. Teaching her something she doesn’t already know easily gets a rise out of her. Their type: -Nice hair, well fit, cute butt, and a good jawline. She’s very hetero and is into masculine types. She’s also a stickler for men who are pretty savvy in what they know and can match her intellectually. Surprisingly likes a good beard-scruff, most likely predisposed from her dad. Ideal date: -I’m assuming date means here as in some kind of setting than a person since that’s already explained above. She likes both fancy and also simple. Dress-casual or dress classy, nice restaurant with mood setting, candles and fine wine, god-it’s-like-she’s-55. Past relationships: -Colin, Arthur, Luke How they might affect current relationships:

Colin taught her not to fall for the first guy to call her cute and act like what she wanted out of them in order to sleep with them. He was a dick and a player and will always be a dick. In fact, she’s glad for punching him in said dick.

Arthur taught her that she needs to learn to compromise better on her part. She’s stubborn and always will be stubborn in her ways but from this experience she learned that she can make a better effort to compromise.

Luke is someone she’d rather not talk about at all. It’s that embarrassing.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): -She likes stability of having a house and financial income. Kids, she’s iffy on because she doubts her own parenting skills and kids annoy her to be perfectly honest. Even when she does have kids, they still annoy her but she loves them because they’re her little minions for world domination. Any other love headcanons: -She had a few one-date/never-call-again/one-night-stand guys in college and in high school. Most men were scared of her or saw her as a challenge so she didn’t give most of them the time of day.

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Ron Weller:

When they discover they’re got a crush: -He remains quiet. Dead quiet. Quieter than normal actually. His freckles fade into his blush and he kinda just looms over the person he’s crushing on without meaning to–he just wants to figure them out without talking to them directly cause he doesn’t talk too much to strike conversation like a normal person. How they confess/hint: -He’s an awkward conversationalist, even with those he does speak more than three words to. Big gestures of love: -OK HONESTLY HIS BIGGEST AND PROBABLY ONLY KIND OF GESTURE? would probably singing a song on stage dedicated to them. He’s more or less used to singing back up vocals or not at all… Heck singing a verse line by himself is a challenge in itself. Little gestures of love: -Having a picture as a background in his phone, getting food for them–Little dorky bf things. How to win their heart: -To win his heart is in a mystery itself. He’s so lax I can’t even determine what it is. He just likes cute girls and Jia’s cuteness is over 9 million. How to break their heart: -The biggest thing that stands out and is an immediate no is using him for personal gain; Using his name for fame or as connections for something else. He will give but will stop giving if it becomes a one-sided investment relationship. Tiny little turn-ons: -He gets a kick out of rubbing his chin for some reason–it helps with the scruff that’s there, and it’s why he keeps it. He’s also a head nuzzler. Big turn-ons: - ////////can I put an IOU here because i think it’s either too nsfw and too vague??? Things that make their heart flutter: -Smiles and giggles that directed towards him or he was the cause of it. Their type: - Short and cute, he tends to go for really short girls but has dated a few taller girls before. He’s not a fan of overdone make up either and prefers natural or light make up but personality is key and they must have good vibes. Ideal date: Past relationships: - Angela, Pamela, Sandra, Rita, Monica, Erica, Tina, Mary and Jessica–the list kinda goes on. How they might affect current relationships: -Most were fangirl groupies or those that he just went into a relationship with because they wanted to and he was all “whatever”. ‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): -He’d like to settle down someday, preferably being able to live at home instead of on the road all the time. He isn’t too sure about having kids, honestly, but could be persuaded into it. Any other love headcanons: -I have a funny idea that he once kept Jia’s sweater for about 5 months when he was on tour and didn’t realize it wasn’t his until he actually wore it during an interview in Baltimore. The sleeves fit but the torso did not and Adrien made jokes for weeks. Ron didn’t mind it though. Its now his sweater.

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Harold Fletcher:

When they discover they’re got a crush: -He doesn’t act any different about it, just gets very smiley towards the person and friendlier than he is with regular friends. This means he might ask them to help him out more often or just find ways to hang out with them outside of normal meeting arrangements. He’s pretty sly of a guy in a cute way. How they confess/hint: -He drops hints of who the person may like, try to direct the line of questioning of how they feel about him personally. Also would leave in little hints of how he feels about them as well. Big gestures of love: -IOU because I have no clear idea here. |D Little gestures of love: -Also an IOU here How to win their heart: -Being needed, is a major thing. Most over look him or try to amend things over for him that would be easier for him to navigate through. Being told that he’s needed or a valuable keypoint is a way to his heart. Romantically and platonically. How to break their heart: -Ridiculing him, playing the pity card with him or animosity towards Kylie. Major no-nos. Tiny little turn-ons: -Senses in general are a turn on for Harold, so I’ll be describing it as so– Not over-complicating or overpowering musk, he likes the smell of clean linen and feel of warm fresh out of the dryer clothes. Big turn-ons: -Silky smooth things, something you could run your hands over for days without ever getting tired of the feel or the surface being unmarred in anyway. He also really likes velvet and lace patterns. Things that make their heart flutter: -Hand holding and strolling amongst nature or listening to some music or simple talking. He doesn’t ask for much. Their type: -He’s fairly quiet so his type is somewhat of a polar opposite. Bold, exuberant, takes charge without afraid of getting messy but is still gentle as he is by the end of the day. Ideal date: -Somewhere peaceful. He likes the sound of outdoors with crickets chirping, sun setting it’s warm glow on his face and the personal laugh of his date. Past relationships: -His dating experience is pretty sad, the last time he had a girlfriend was in the days of ye old sandbox and he “proposed” to a girl with a ring pop. Later she cut one of Kylie’s pigtails so he called off the engagement. It lasted 2 hours, but at least there were memories? No there weren’t. How they might affect current relationships: -Meg is technically his current so really, he’s still a blank slate. Meg’s also bffs with his twin and twin law is if you date one twin you date both twins, so he’s a happy camper. ‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): -He’d LOVE to be a dad someday. He loves family and being a part of it like he has with Kylie and Meg, but kinda worries that the same medical problem that caused his eyes to go bad will be passed on so it’s an internal battle of yes but no in him–poor guy. Any other love headcanons: -While he is a romantic at heart, and likes reading romance novels, he’s pretty shy at pursuing a relationship. Mostly because he wouldn’t want to be a burden on them but once he has a crush it goes from 0-100.

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Tara Bee:

When they discover they’re got a crush: -She acts rather shy. A little more giggly and coy, tends to flirt a bit and pulls back, playing the hard to get card. How they confess/hint: -Again, she plays around with them, tries to get a feel of where they stand and if it’s worth pursuing. She flirts but she also gets flustered once flirted back at–game recognize game. Big gestures of love: -I apologize for all the IOUs but I haven’t gotten to think about the romantic side of her honestly. Little gestures of love: -SAME HERE //sweats How to win their heart: - //SWEATS HARDER How to break their heart: Tiny little turn-ons: Big turn-ons: Things that make their heart flutter: -Being serenaded to by a person that sings rather well. Or being made a mix-tape/CD. It was one of her fantasies as a little girl growing up and although CDs are basically useless at this point in time, she likes the thought behind it and the effort made. Their type: -Someone fun and exciting to be around. Makes her laugh, dresses nicely, doesn’t mind public eye always watching is very important. Most important though, is someone that respects her outright. Ideal date: Past relationships: -Timothy, Filbert, Dwight. How they might affect current relationships:

Timothy was a boyfriend she had while living in the Britain, they broke it off after a month into the relationship turning long distance.

Filbert was a boy she took to prom when she moved to the US for her Senior year. He was pretty ok but played way too safe and was rather dull.

Dwight was a man she fancied off and on for awhile but his habits were too toxic and she ultimately broke it off for good when he called her a bitch in front of his buddies for a $20 dare. Asshole.

If anything, all three boys just proved to her in finding what she looks for in a partner. Also not to go out with anymore Dwights.

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): Any other love headcanons:

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Arden Harlow:

(some of these are unfinished because I honestly have no clue) When they discover they’re got a crush: -Arden is used to being on the side of a person having a crush on them rather than the side of pining, so this experience for them would leave them….mostly confused. Trying to figure out the person of their affections out. They would….most likely avoid them most of the day if they could to see if it’s just a matter of hanging around the person. Arden would be in a whirlwind of befuddled disbelief, basically. How they confess/hint: -Arden prefers honesty as the best policy and would straight up tell them. Wait about ten seconds for their reaction, then walk away before screaming at the nearest thing–animate or inanimate. “WHY DID I DO THAT?!” Normally they’re very chill but this leaves them totally unchill and out of character. Big gestures of love: Little gestures of love: How to win their heart: How to break their heart: Tiny little turn-ons: Big turn-ons: -Being seen as someone for their personality and not for being hot. Being genderfluid has it’s perks but it’s major drawback is that more often than not they’re being persued for their looks. It’s one of the reasons Arden keeps their outfits more casual than total dressy like most of their siblings–but the fate of an Aphrodite kid forbids any kind of clothing to be anything less than super stunning like whoa. Things that make their heart flutter: Their type: Ideal date: Past relationships: How they might affect current relationships: ‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): Any other love headcanons: They don’t normally stick to one gender or preference in a crush. As Arden is non-binary, Arden also likes both genders.

@thewafflemonster So I found this 3 year old questionnaire in my drafts but at least its 80% filled??? HavefunImsorrybabu

#headcanons #love headcanons meme #viv #ron #harold #tara bee #arden

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singlebecauseofthechocobros · 7 years ago

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Chocobro Movie Genres

Noctis: Action/ Adventure

This kid loves action packed films

I mean, you saw how he acted at the assassin festival; he wants that life of adventure

Even though he doesn’t like the one he has

He enjoys sitting on the edge of his seat waiting to see what happens next

I think he enjoys it so much because unlike his life, the action in the film is all fake; it isn’t real life

He lives vicariously through the protagonists successes

Some of his favorite films would probably be Transformers, Taken, John Wick, and the Lethal Weapon movies

Honestly if you and him decide on a movie night and you pick something action packed, don’t plan on Netflix and Chill because the kid will be too busy throwing himself into the movie

Prompto: Romance

Prompto is a hopeless romantic

He loves romance movies because they are cheesy and he secretly hopes to be that lucky when it comes to love

Although he pretends that they aren’t his favorite, they are

He KIND OF appreciates the fact that he can cry and feel he is justified in doing so

In fact some of his favorites are ANYTHING Nicholas Sparks, Me Before You, and Pretty Woman

He also LOVES Pride and Prejudice; he read a copy of the book Ignis loaned him and it is one of his all-time favorites

YOU WOULDN’T THINK SO

But it is.

And tbh he too would love to kiss a woman in the rain and live happily ever after; typical romantic

Gladiolus: Comedy

BET YOU THOUGHT HE WOULD ENJOY ACTION THE MOST??

WRONG!

A serious guy like Gladio enjoys films that can make him laugh and relax

Stupid humor is his favorite

White Chicks, Achorman, Brides Maids are a couple in his Nextflix “Watch Again” que

Gladio enjoys nothing more than sitting on the couch with his Cup Noodles and watching something that will make his abdomen hurt from laughing

He also really enjoys stand up specials

He appreciates good straightforward inappropriate humor that most comedians provide

Ignis: Animated

No it’s not childish

Ignis can just appreciate the beauty within these types of films

He is always incredibly impressed by the graphics and qualities of an animated movie

Some things look so real and yet it isn’t

Now, we aren’t talking movies only like Frozen

Although he does hum along to “Let it Go”

Ignis does appreciate a good Disney film, but he is actually a HUGE Hayao Miyazak fan

Princess Mononoke being his favorite film of his…

Like Gladio, Ignis has a very serious job, so he enjoys a movie that isn’t too serious and one he can visibly enjoy… not anymore but we won’t talk about that……

And although he won’t admit it, Sausage Party actually made him laugh

Nyx: Horror

Nyx isn’t so much a SAW movie kind of guy; he sees a lot of that gore in battle

Rather, he likes horror that is so incredibly farfetched it’s hilarious

He enjoys horror films where the characters keep tripping and falling down dramatically, basically letting the murderer kill them

Movies like Final Destination that are so unrealistic that it’s funny

The makeup on Freddy Kruger makes him cackle

He’s seen worse in battle

Tbh he is kind of obsessed with the new IT movie

HONESTLY IT’S THE PERFECT BLEND OF COMEDY AND GOOD HORROR

Slowly remembers this is about Nyx and not me

But honestly Nyx would love it

He also loves Horror because if it makes you scared and causes you to cuddle up to him, then it’s a win win for him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ravus: Fantasy

First off, Ravus is a PotterHead

Ravus is also a Slytherin

He knows it, we know it, it’s what it is

He loves the books and the Harry Potter films

NOT TO MENTION

He has also read the Lord of the Rings books at least three times

Imagine how many times he has seen the movies

He enjoys the magic and fantasy aspects of this genre of movies because it transports him away from what happens in his real life

Me: *cries for him*

Besides those film series, he loves Pan’s Labyrinth

Secretly a huge David Bowie Fan ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#final fantasy xv #Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #nyx ulric #ravus nox fleuret #headcanon #chocobro movie picks #honestly i dont think its all that inaccurate #final fantasy imagine #final fantasy headcanons #my work

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sae-you-sae-me · 7 years ago

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Hooray, requests are open! Can I ask this? Through a magic, an experimental food or just a dream RFA, V, Saeran became MC's pet. What kind of animal they be, what will be their funny habits and how MC treats them? From their POV if it's possible. Feel free to reject my idea. Anyway, I want to say that your writing is great, so funny and sweet! Thank you!

Thank you so much! Hope you like these~

Zen: (Hamster)

He knew he shouldn’t have eaten that take out last night

Now it was morning and he was a hamster lost in his own bedsheets

He goes to find you in the kitchen

You’re busy cooking breakfast so he tries to get your attention by nibbling on your heel

You get freaked out, not expecting a hamster in the house

You grab a broom and he bolts

After a long chase around the house, you realize he does kind of look like Zen

Finally the misunderstanding is cleared up and you both decide to wait it out

You were kind of gushing over him

You kept petting him while he ate and tugging his rat tail

One time he got really annoyed and bit you

You tapped his nose and he got really offended

He really wants to work out–even in hamster form–so he crawls into one of those hamster balls

He’s having a blast until he gets stuck between the couch and the wall

His pride dies a little when you get him out

Yoosung: (Rabbit)

You had left the room for second

Something happened in that second, and before Yoosung knew it, he was small, fluffy and had huge ears

He was a little upset until you started showering him with affection

Petting his fur, hugging him gently, cradling him

He’s terrified he’s going to get stuck somewhere, so he’s following you around the house wherever you go

When he follows you to the kitchen, you get him some carrots and give it to him

You’re recording as he’s eating cuz his tiny mouth is just moving in such a cute way

You put him in a bunch of outfits

And he’s super upset, but he can’t say anything

One time, his angry bunniness gets the better of him and he nips at you

But he feels bad immediately and hops in your lap and nuzzles your stomach as an apology

Unfortunately, that’s also when he turns back into a human

Well, now he’s on top of you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jaehee: (Mouse)

She was just drinking her coffee when somehow she was as big as her mug

Lets out a loud squeak of disapproval

She knew if you came in and found a mouse on the table, you would freak and probably kill her or something

So, she started making letter shapes out of the crackers on the table

When you came home, the letters, “I am Jaehee” were spelled out so you were pretty updated

You were still squeamish about holding her

But you would slowly slid pieces of cheese across the table

She hated cheese, so she would just push it away politely

Instead, you ease up and give her a small spoon of jam or fruit

Somehow you started opening up about your day and troubles, and she was forced to listen because she was trapped on the table

You get a little courage and start stroking her head, and eventually she curls into a ball and gets the sleep she finally deserves

Jumin: (Corgi)

He wakes up in the morning and reaches out a hand to pet Elizabeth on the bed

Only, he sees a paw land on her head

She turns to him and freaks out

He calls after her, but only a “bork” comes out and he realizes what happened

Being a dog did not stop him from wearing a tie

This was the only way you also knew it was Jumin

You were expecting more, but he’s like a cat in a dog’s body to be honest

He starts scratching at the cabinet with wine, and you quickly put it out of his reach

“You already made wine for cats. You want wine for dogs now.”

You see his tail start wagging and you look into the distance, “I’m sorry, Jaehee.”

The cutest thing is when he waddles up the stairs

You really can’t help yourself and you pinch his fluffy, wiggling butt

He stops and turns his head and gives a disgruntled bark before running away

Really likes it when you rub his belly though

Seven: (Parrot)

He was chilling at your apartment on his computer

You had stepped out for a second, and a lot of time had passed

He got up to get a snack and realized he was actually in the air…and had feathers

You returned from the store and freaked out when you saw him

You had left the window open, so you assumed something got in

He started flying around her, chirping “707”

He almost got swatted a few times before you understood

He tries to get some HBC, but you keep shooing him away

You weren’t sure if parrots could have them or not, so you only gave him crackers

He was salty eating his salty crackers, “Saeyoung doesn’t want a cracker.”

He doesn’t like you touching his feathers, so he flies away

He accidentally lands on a remote and music starts playing on the speakers

Cue cute birb head bopping

Honestly, he was such an annoying twerp the whole time, and you were so glad when he turned back normal

Saeran: (Kitten)

He was taking the most glorious nap, and when he woke up he was literally trapped in blankets

He tries to groan as he untangles himself, but instead he hears a meow

When he stretches he sees a paw, and he knows what happened

The first thing he does is find building blocks and spell out what happened

By the time you find him, you’re already informed

He wishes you hadn’t

You keep trying to do cute stuff with him, and he’s not having it

He hides most of the time…unless you’re feeding him a small little bowl of ice cream

At one point, you settle on the couch and pet him

He’s about to run away, but you hit just the right spot and he’s purring

He’s also freaking out inside his head, “Am I purring?”

Lets out yet another purr

Freaked out even more when he switched back to being human and was still purring

There was a side effect where he kept meowing at random times of the day

You adored it, but Saeran was so done with this

V: (Fish)

He was lucky you were there the moment he turned into a fish

You hurriedly put him in a bowl of water

Poor guy can’t see well even as a fish so he keeps bumping into the glass

He has trouble eating the food you give, but sometimes you’ll put it in a net so he can find it better

He’s loving the aesthetics you keep putting in the tank though

He would blow out happy bubbles every time something was added

He loved when you gave his head a gentle pat once in awhile

But he was bored with being a fish after a while, and was glad when he turned back

But…he did have a strange craving for seaweed after the incident

Check out our other headcanons~ Masterlist

#Anonymous #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger imagines

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flyba3 · 7 years ago

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Move-in Day

A/N: SMTM feels are starting to get to me, so I decided to release them with this fic ;-;

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Reader x Junoflo

Summary: It’s move-in day of your freshman year at the University of California in San Diego (UCSD), and you meet this guy in his junior year, junoflo, along the way.

Word Count: 1371

“Y/N, let’s go. You know traffic starts getting heavy around this time.” Your mom exclaims to you as she rushes to the moving truck with the last box of decorations.

“Ma, relax. UCSD is only an hour away… plus, none of my friends are getting there until tomorrow.” You say to your mom as you roll your suitcase to your car.

“Well… last time I checked your friends didn’t rent this moving truck for tomorrow.”

“Nor did they offer to help you move in. So I guess you’re stuck with us ‘dusty old people’” Your dad chimes in from the moving truck, trying to lighten the mood.

Ever since you found out you got into UCSD, it was like heaven on earth. Especially since you got in with all your fave peoples. You’ve been looking at colleges ever since freshman year in highschool, and now it’s your time to be a freshie in college. One of your favorite parts about UCSD is their impressive music program. Not to mention their breathtaking campus.

Once you stepped on campus during your sophomore year spring break, you knew this was the school for you. During this time you were there to visit your older brother, along with checking out the campus. Your brother was in his senior year, so he didn’t have much time left until graduation. Despite his limited time left in college, he would always give you the ‘super swaggie deluxe tour’ whenever you guys visited. He would never fail to reveal new parts of campus to you each time you two would hangout. Your favorite part was visiting the state of the art music studio they provided to their music majors. Even though your brother won’t be with you during your college years, you’ll always remember all the dope places he showed you on campus.

“This is so exciting, I wonder who your roomie is~” Your mom squeals as she locks the door.

“Yea, what if you get one of those crazy ass roommates those YouTube kids always make storytimes about?” Your dad says as he starts the truck, and as your mom hops in the car with you.

“Please, sir…Get out” You say to your dad rolling up the window.

“Like the movie, cau-” Your dad says, but you barely hear him cause your mom’s voice distracts you as she asks about ‘vlogging your adventurous college years’.

“Why?” You ask your mom with the driest tone ever, looking her a dead ass in her eyes.

Your mom gets a little pissed and scolds you about how ‘you better not let that damn camera sit in your suitcase’ when she spent a nice amount of dollars on it. It’s been about 30 minutes into the ride, but you still feel like you’re forever away from your new home for the next 4 years.

“I guess you’re right. We should have left earlier.” You say to your mom in a lighthearted defeated tone.

“I’m always right….” Your mom looks at you trying to hold a stern face, before you both start to crack up.

After about 45 minutes of loud ass music and a karaoke session, car edition with your mom, you make it to UCSD. It’s around noon, and it is packed. The exciting part is soon to come, but now the hard part is trying to find a parking spot.

It’s been another 20 minutes, and you’ve finally found a parking spot. You and your parents go to check in and get your key, then head up to your room with a few boxes. Once you get to your room, it is empty. But you’re happy because you have a great view!

“Now, I’m just gonna set up my Bluetooth, and we can start this little move in party!” You exclaim to your parents. With a few more hours of unloading and unpacking, you and your parents start to get tired. But just as you plop on your bed, you hear a little knock on your door along with a female’s voice saying ‘hello’ accompanied by a little giggle.

“Hey, are you Monica?” You ask the girl at the door half panting with a smile on your face.

“Yea, I’m assuming you’re Y/N. And I’m also assuming that you just finished packing.” She says with a quick chuckle.

You nod as a sign of confirmation, then you open up the door wider to be greeted by her parents. Once they bring in her boxes and set them down, everyone starts to introduce themselves. After an hour and a half of unpacking, both of your parents leave; allowing you and Monica some time to get to know each other.

“You’re from Chicago… fr!?! I couldn’t tell cause you seem like a Bay Area baby.” You say following a series of laughter from both of you. As you look at your phone, you realize it’s only 5:43pm. It’s still early.

“Are you cool with hanging out tonight, or do you already have plans?”

“Actually, I’m meeting up with some friends at 7, but didn’t you say your friends aren’t coming until tomorrow?”

“Yeah”

“Come hang with us. My people are pretty chill, and I think we’re pretty low key.” She says inviting you out with her.

After about an hour of getting ready, you both head out to a pub near campus. You both arrive to the pub after a 15 minute uber ride. The little pub is well known for their dark and warm decor, along with a set tone of a jazz and r&b mix. Monica sees her friends sitting at circular coach with their drinks. Once you two reach the table, a certain guy catches your eye.

Despite the dark lighting, you can see him perfectly. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, gold chain, and a pair of studs in his ears. His black hair is faded on the sides, styled to show off the volume and slight curls he has in his head. As he looks up, you both make slight eye contact before he smirks at you, making you quickly glance away. To your defense. You’ve never been one to flirt with guys… neither have you had your first boyfriend.

“Y/N, these are my friends…”, and she starts to name all of the people sitting at the table. Once she gets to this guy, you find out his name is Sam.

“You can call me Juno.” He suggests in his smooth deep voice.

“None of us call him that, it’s just his rapper name” Chimes in one of Monica’s friends whose name is Tyler.

As you start to get a little more comfortable with Monica’s crew, you start to see that they are pretty chill people. Most of the conversations are just about them catching up or getting to know you, but occasionally they would break off into little convos. Since you are sitting by Juno, he seemes to initiate a lot of conversations with you.

“Ahh so you’re a business major. You must like being miss boss lady, right? Aye, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have a little control.” Juno says in a teasing tone.

“Says the man who changed his major twice. Aye, but there’s nothing wrong with following your dreams.” You respond to him in an equally teasing tone.

The more you talk to this man, the more you seem to become attracted to him. After you exchange numbers, Sam says to you…

“You know… I noticed you looking at me when you first came in, but that would make me a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I was watching you ever since you walked in this pub.” He confesses to you accompanied by a quick smirk and laugh. “But… I would like to get to know you more. How about a lunch date tomorrow?”

“I think I’ll like that…” You slightly smirk at him while dying on the inside.

“Think?!” He says to you feigning an offended look.

“I don’t know Mr.Junoflo, I guess we’ll have to find out tomorrow.” You say to him, as you say your farewell. Then go follow Monica and the others out of the pub to go home.

A/N: Hehhehehe… I’m dying now ;-;, but I had fun writing this. Let me know if this should be a series ( don’t worry I’ll add smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)~. And shoutout to all the new children that follow me. Thx people :3)

#fluff #junoflo #junoflo fanfic #junoflo fluff #khiphop #khh imagines #khh scenarios #khh fluff #khh series #junoflo series #feelghoodmusic #kpop #kpop fluff

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messedupessy · 7 years ago

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LOOK IT'S YA BOI RED (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

At last some proper art, finally finished this today, the sketch of this have been in my folder for ages xD decided to finally finish it today which have taken like 3-5 something hours but damn am I happy with it!

Also decided to fool around with some filters and adjustments options which made this even better looking <: might post the un filtered etc pic later

And I have some headcanons about my version of Red which you guys can read down below :D

First just want to say that my version of Red isn't the usual version of him, as like it was with SF Papyrus so did I just not like the most common version of him either, as it just didn't make much sense to me to have him all super overly anxious and crying all the time, so decided to make my own interpretation of him <:

He’s the one with the higher LV between him and Edge, he is around LV 18 something while Edge is about 11

He’s very lazy and doesn’t care about fame so he let’s Edge take the spotlight, but he is in fact very infamous and most monsters are in fact scared shitless off him and try their best not to piss him off

Luckily for them so is the only real way of truly pissing him off and to get on his bad side is to mess with Edge, like he is still easily angered and aggressive but unless it’s about his brother so will the one he is pissed at only end up with a very scary threat and warning which will make you piss your pants, badmouthing Edge will end up getting beaten up to an inch of your life with a threat that if you dare to utter something like that again he will make your life hell though only in extreme cases otherwise just some threats, if he finds out someone have plans to hurt Edge or have hurt him somehow, he will make your life hell, he will completely ruin your life before he finally dusts you when you literally begs him to do it etc

Smoke cigars, because he is classy like that, pretty heavy drinker, but not so easily drunk as he can hold his liquor pretty damn well, even when completely shitfaced he is still pretty lucid

Lots of really bad and dark jokes, for example: “what’s clogging the toilet? a dead baby”, but also lots of flirty and down right nasty/naughty/sexual jokes, constantly, also likes puns, most of them turn sexual tho

Edge constantly complains how Red is so damn lazy and how if he just put some effort into it he could pretty much rule the underground, which Red have no interest in whatsoever as it’s too much work and not really his thing, he just want to laze around all day, smoke his cigars, drink his mustard and various alcoholic drinks etc, Edge thinks Red is wasting his potential

Red is pretty chill in his demeanour, like he got this like mob/mafia boss aura around him so when for example when he enters Grillby’s everyone becomes silent and looks at him, most in pure fear and terror at his mere presence, and he tells them all with a grin “whatcha all fuckers looking at?” Everyone hastly looking away with him laughing at their obvious fear and then calmly walking into the bar and sits down at his usual seat, who no one but him ever sits in much to the annoyance of Vio, aka UF Grillby.

He constantly sweats, not due for been anxious or anything he just do, which most monsters would take as him been weak but most know that’s just how he looks

The crack on his head has fucked up the eyelight in his right eye socket; he can’t turn it on anymore though he can still see through it, as when he got the scar it hit one of his Magic Veins which went to that particular eye

Constantly calls Edge boss, as Edge is technically is his boss as he is the captain of the royal guard, but also to kind of mess with his lil bro while also sort of complimenting him at the same time, as Edge really likes to be called boss but also hates it when Red is the one calling him that, as Edge knows that Red is secretly messing with him

Extremely flirty and kind of a whore, often have one night stands but never at his and Edge’s house, as first off Edge would never allow it and second that place is his and Edge’s and no one else is allowed there unless they actually care about the person

He is still sort of an anxious bean deep down; he’s just much better at hiding it, especially anxious and worried with keeping his little brother safe no matter what, also probably have PTSD thanks for all the shitty and horrible things he have done in the name of keeping himself and Edge alive during the years, which also resulted in his infamy, he knows what he have done was right as it kept himself and Edge alive and safe but they still tear on him

Got a case of insomnia and often ends up in sleep paralysis when asleep which freaks him the fuck out, also often have nightmares, can sleep with one eye open

He and Edge often argues, or rather Edge literally picks a fight with Red who most of the time immediately answers in kind, other times he just can’t be bothered and teleports away, but when he stays it usually ends up with the both of them wrestling and trying to beat the living daylights out of one another with their fists, which then results with the both of them on their backs completely exhausted and all beaten up, finally able to talk about what even caused the fight to start with and kind of resolve it, not the healthiest ways but works for them somehow, don’t do this yourselves

Is a tad bit overprotective of his lil bro which Edge hates, he’s a fucking grown up monster

Loves to scare and mess with people

He is really bad at talking about feelings and other mushy things, which is why he and Edge fight instead of talking about stuff, he just hates to be so vulnerable and that he just doesn’t know how to word out his feelings etc, have a habit to avoid those talks like a plague

Very soft spot for kids even though he is a bit afraid he will fuck them up somehow if they hang around him too much

Red is taking no shit from Edge or from anyone

Is an asshole ofc, swears constantly, got some sort of accent, guess it’s some sort of Brooklyn accent of some kind, he speaks like: “ya shut ya fuckin’ mouth shut, bucko” dunno how to explain it, as I have no idea how this kind of shit works

and that's all <: I have actually written all that today! so kind of proud of myself~ and if you guys have any questions about my versions of Red or like anyone else feel free to ask :D

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stealing @bratsims format because i need a less ugly way to mass answer your messages which will hopefully motivate me to stay on top of this! at least i can say i tried

so if you sent me an anon message in the past...idk MONTH (i’m bad i know) it might be here. (older ones are near the bottom) if not, check my faq because it’s probably answered there. (and if you’re the person/people who sent the twin flame & 7th house asks, i plan to answer those separately because i have a LOT to say. get ready)

game of thrones, nuclear war, real life santis, lou theories, i’m evil, HERE WE GO!! i literally had to cut it off at the last one because it was just too much for now. i’ll try to answer some more later ok

we’re starting off on a great note

Anonymous said: gaddamn rooney's tiddies lookin' hella ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STOP!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S MY CHILD soaidfnjds she’s supposed to have like b/c cups (goals for me tbh, the big boob life is not fun) and sims 4 pregnancies just fuckin make them...NYOOM i’m mad you can’t edit sims’ bodies during pregnancy even with cas.fulleditmode on -___- so i let her live with her giant preggo tiddies for now

Ngl I want a kiss between Santi and Gianni (I'm sorry I'm literally trash)

then i’m here to satisfy your desires: they do kiss periodically because gianni is one of those people who’s like “why shouldn’t you kiss your friends?” free love 4 everyone

IM SCREAING AT UR YOUTUBE CHANNEL OK!!!! I LOVEEE IT, WOW

DON’T IT’S UGLY EXCEPT FOR LIKE TWO VIDEOS

hey this is kinda random but i thought joe seaward from glass animals looked kinda like santi? he has quite a weird face too lmao

oMG i actually love that, i know what you mean. that dude reminds me of a bull terrier lmao i actually saw glass animals like two weeks ago!! i didn’t really get a good look at the drummer but now i wish i did. missed connection

i just finished reading santi's story and ugh it almost had me in tears! beautiful, your story telling skills and editing skills are perfection!

ahhhhsdkgkds thank you so much ;____; that means the world to me <333

Unpopular opinion: im so done with game of thrones tbh. It's not even good anymore :/ I liked the first season but since then i've skipped through episodes because they are just sooo fucking boring and dragged out!

see like the first three seasons were pretty good because they stayed true to the books. (actually that’s a lie, littlefinger’s chaos speech in the s3 finale was real fuckin bad because guess what: it was original material LMAO) the fourth season was where it started to get messy and then the fifth season was a fucking shitshow because they completely IGNORED the fourth book and cherrypicked all the “good” parts out of it (read: the most action-y parts, while ignoring all the most important pieces of character development) and they botched the dorne storyline, oh and who could forget the iconic moment of throwing in a rape (THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS) just for fun :) love it! but anyway if you think the show is boring i probably wouldn’t recommend the books, they’re even slower getting through them lmao. but it’s worth it in my opinion. there’s so much they don’t include in the show and it makes me Angery

Okay, game of thrones fan here, I haven't read the books (yet at least, I bought book 1) but I feel like dany is going to practically turn into her father, this season she is already showing traits like his.......

OH YEAH i definitely feel like they’re moving in that direction in the process of revealing jon as the “true” king of westeros and it’s so bad lmfao. the thing is, like...cersei is already mad king 2.0? why do we need another one?????? the entire point of dany’s arc is that she’s constantly trying to deviate AWAY from the way her father ruled, demonstrated by the fact that she freed the slaves (whereas all the targaryens before were slave owners), the fact that she’s not perpetuating the whole incest thing (LMAO GUESS AGAIN BECAUSE JONERYS HAS TO HAPPEN FOR SOME FCKING REASON), the fact that she has dragons which haven’t existed in how many years...like, if she ever ends up being like her father in the books, it’s NOT gonna fucking happen like this. but i don’t think she will anyway, george rr martin has been pretty clear about her trajectory thus far. anyway this show is so ugly, next question

rooney's eye are so BIG

just like her tiddies lmao i kno sometimes i forget how big they are and then she does one of those silly endearing animations and i’m like o ;-; hello big dumb baby cow eyes

Cows? Are you secretly Matthew Daddario?

WHO i had to google him lmao i was about to say “oh the teen wolf guy” but jk @ myself u idiot it’s shadowhunters damn i literally googled “matthew daddario cows” and

tru

I love how fragile Lou looks like but the truth is that she is strong af and you can't play with her bruh

SHE IS ;-; and that’s a huge theme in her story, i’m excited <3

ima leave ur blog and come bk and spam you so you will finally notice me

im part of this online forum of girls that talks about our period and weather or not one of us might be pregnant and once this girl posted saying that her husband invited his mom without telling her to thier honeymoon and she didnt find out until they arrived at the hotel and she was already there. the most recent part reminded me of it. but long story short, her dad moved all her stuff out of his house and her friend came to pick her up and they got a divorce.

OISOJDFAKNLJSD WHAT!!! i’m guessing you sent this because of that thing i said about the reddit post lmfaooo imagine your mom on your honeymoon. why. that’s soooooooooo good 4 her u know. u don’t need to be married to his mom as well

thanks 4 trusting my love santi. he's beautiful

thank u he thinks ur beautiful too 💘

do you have any tips for runing game in good quality and fast?

euhhhhh the only tips i have for you are to merge your cc, close all other programs while you play your game, maybe invest in a cooling pad uhhhhhh yeah idk any other tips you can probably find on google

You told that thing about unfollowing people and I thought you unfollowed me, but then I checked and you didn't and I'm crying omg

lmao omg ;-; i literally cut my following list in half, it was so chaotic and it was making me anxious. so if ever unfollow any of you please don’t take it personally (i know it’s a stupid thing to say, and it’s a lot easier said than done) it’s just my brain explodes when there’s too much going on at once and some content blends into others, i’m trying to only follow people who i’m genuinely interested in enough to keep up with their posts from now on

I haven't been able to sleep in over 72 hours thanks to the constant fear over the looming world war. I'm fine. Completely fine

Oh shit, have you noticed that the media has been putting out more 'what to do during a nuclear attack' kinda articles? This world is slowly going to shit, for real. I'm not even near any of the danger really, but it still absolutely terrifies me to see all of that bc it could very well go wrong and hit my place as well yknow? I have no idea why i send this to you but you seem chill and calm so thanks for reading my freakout askfjsls

YEP it’s pretty terrifying. but at the same time don’t let fear overwhelm you, fearmongering is an ugly, ugly thing and you don’t want to live your life constantly worrying. so just prepare yourself for what might come, but at the same time, just spend as much time with your loved ones as you can, do all the things you’ve ever wanted to do, and then if it doesn’t turn out as bad as we thought it would, you *tim mcgraw voice* lived like u were dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyin’

@ Jesus anon: I really don't think it's the right time to complain about "using the lord name in vain" when there are people terrified of leaving their homes bc they are afraid to get killed (aka that poor, poor Jewish anon in charlottesville)

yeah idk like i want to respect everyone but it seemed to be in poor taste to bring that up at a time like that lmao. and also i’ve literally never in my entire life met someone who actually takes “don’t say the lord’s name in vain” seriously.

I asked about the poses and HOLY CRAP THANK YOU SO MUCH! I finally have good poses to use for story telling. Thank you soo so so so sooooo much!

YAY i’m glad you found some good stuff <3 and honestly just going through lana’s blog you’ll find a ton of good poses, it’s a gold mine

Idk how much tv you watch, but have you've ever come across a tv show that used music from The Sim? Because once in a while I'll hear Sims 3 build/buy music on some random show and I'll get a lil shook because I find it so weird that the generic music they're using comes from a major game title.

OMG LMAO NO what i wish i’d come across that tho. one time i used sims 1 music in a video i made for school and someone recognized it

I love your stories gosh I check your page "it's everyday bro with femmesim flow" Lol sorry for that awkward Jake Paul "poop" ❤️

lmao thank u i had no idea who jake paul was until my friends started talking about him

yo, I also remember once in french class real life santi asked me what videos games I like to play. When I told him the sims, he looked at me for a while and shaked his head. He was like, "why do you want to watch your sims use the toilet?"

WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR SIMS USE THE TOILET SAME that’s all i care about when i play

that rooney face in the 5 facts is so iconic, its my fave picture of her. You should blow it up and frame it

i should tbh. i should print it out and put it in my wallet to show everyone because she is my child

sorry the bother you, merging cc makes your game smoother? can you explain to me please?

boop

hi i love you ♡ pass it on

I LOVE U

Can I say that hearing a MacBooks fans screaming for dear life as they try to cool down when playing the sims has actually started to haunt my nightmares

SAME my macbook is actually doing it right now for no reason. thanks laptop

Maybe Santi should go to therapy to talk out his issues.

maybe he should 🤔 but tbh he’s already talked out everything, there’s nothing really more to talk out. he just has to cope with it. he’s treated lou like his therapist thus far and that’s not okay

i love ur story and omg i totally get where lou is coming from with being tired of being compared to molly by santi, thatd hurt so much esp with how much she cares about him

thank youuu ;-; i’m glad you understand, this was a part i’d wanted to get out for a loooong time now, and i know you guys were always like “um why does she put up with this” lmao. she just loves him, that’s why. but you’re right, it does hurt.

My theory is very similar to the other anons in that Fiona's dad/Lou's ex had a mental illness (schizophrenia, depression, what have you) but he actually did kill himself and that's why she's not completely losing it on Santi because I feel like most people in that situation would have not handled it as well as Lou did

🤔 you’re right about the last part, and there’s a reason she has so much patience, das all i’m sayin

i started your story from the beginning last night and i am in awe. Its amazing. It inspired me to put a little more effort in learning to edit and write. It was like reading screen caps from a movie! I didn't want to stop reading. Anyway thing was a super sappy ask, but i appreciate your stuff. And i'm bad at putting my thoughts into words.

omg ;__________; when people tell me i inspired them it means the most to me, my brain just can’t process it lmao. so thank you so so much ;-; <333 THE MOVIE THING ESPECIALLY GOT ME IN THE HEART because i feel like that’s my aesthetic with most things i create because i’m such a film person lol. don’t worry i love super sappy, and you did a good job of wording everything because it got me right in the feels <33

Okay I've been snickering for about 43 minutes bc SANTI GOT THAT GRU CHINNN

WOT is that i googled it and the only thing that came up was the dad from despicable me lmfaosdkjfs but ok

Please, please do punk edits of your some of your characters! I'd die.

WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN do you mean like. those 2010 tumblr edits of punk disney characters and then the joker from suicide squad looked like one of them. do u want santi to be the joker. because my boyfriend already relates him to suicide squad joker because of his face tatt lmao

You love to make me cry

i do i’m sorry. if it makes you feel any better i love to make myself cry too. but my biceps grow stronger with every tear

I reeeally dont think those chancla comments were offensive??? Why would they be?? I'm hispanic (born and raised in the sunny Dominican Republic, received a fair amount of chancletazos myself) and I laughed out loud when i read them 😂😂

I JUST WANT U TO KNOW I SHOWED @ichosim THIS MESSAGE AND SHE LAUGHED FOR 12 HOURS AT “CHANCLETAZOS”

whATT my little brothers name is santiago n we call him santi for short!! guess it's not rly that uncommon but we live in a small country and he's also 4 so like,, no other santiagos!! idk why im saying this its completely irrelevant just kinda surprised me :'))

OMG wow hell yeah another real life santi...santi acts like a 4 yr old so he might as well be your brother

Just curious.. Do you play sims or just use it for storytelling? Sorry if thats weird haha

well my recent gameplay pics should answer your question lmao. i do like to play but i don’t have enough time to both play and pose scenes so i mostly just pose scenes for now. :[ i am gonna be off work for like two weeks tho so hell yeah gameplay here i come!!

I'm starting a Fiona appreciation movement because she is the real star of santis story RT and i love her and she is way underappreciated and I love her KThxBi

SHE IS THE REAL STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve said this before but santi’s relationship with her is the most important to me, out of every relationship he has in this story. i’m so glad you love her so much, sorry about what’s about to come in the next few scenes tho

Oh my heart, Santi is alive, god exist

I have a pretty hard time understanding Santi's story mostly because I'm not English but I'm sure I'll figure it out:)

ahh oh no D: i’m sorry i wish i spoke every language in the world lmao. if you want, you can message me off anon and i’ll help you understand it!!

Lou is an angel honestly

“there are worse things than seeing an angel before you die”

what tablet do you use? or how do you draw hair? it looks so pretty.

omg haha i don’t have one! i wish i did tho. all of the brushes i got from deviantart, i’m trying to find the specific ones but they’re all elusive wtf. i’ll post them when i find them! for now, here’s a good guide to drawing hair, by airi <3

Nah nah I always knew you'd save him.....eheheeh.....THANK YOU FOR NOT KILLING BABBY SANTEEEEEEEEE DNDDNSKANW YOU WOULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BLOOD ON UR HANDS AS ALL UR FOLLOWERS COLLECTIVELY DIE FROM A BROKEN HEART BUT DW WE DIDNT BECAUSE UR QN ANGEL....but I toooootally knew you'd save him... /sweats/

I’M GLAD U HAD FAITH <3 i know omfg i would’ve expected a mob at my house if i’d actually killed him. if i ever killed him i would just lay down somewhere and die. that’s it for me

Lou & molly almost always have teeth showing, do you draw them on each pic?x

no, only sometimes i’ve drawn them when i felt like their mouths weren’t matching the expression i wanted. but most of the time it’s just the pose.

is it too late to send 16k dollars to guarantee santi's inclusion in a loving home with loving friends

it is absolutely never too late to send me 16k i promise you that

I just bought school books for $550 who knew studying marine biology could be so fuckING EXPENSIVE

EWW WTF...i’ve been lucky and haven’t had to spend a ton on books in my college career (one time i even went to such lengths that i got access to free trial version of one of my school books in a pdf, screencapped EVERY SINGLE PAGE, which was more than 400 pages, just so i wouldn’t have to spend $70 on it. i love cheating the system)

waIT i never saw ur selfie where is it, must see

u could probably just search “selfie” on my blog and find it, or enjoy the ugly closeup drunk snap i posted last night

Hey guys I'm a happy trans man that has no mental illnesses. I'm fucking pissed about Trump's ban. And to any one that says it's logical FUCK YOU! I'm having flashbacks to don't ask, don't tell because this is the same fucking wacked up logic. I'm so angry, like I'm a human, yes I may require testosterone shots once a month but that's it, I even administer them to myself. I pay for them with my own god damn money so fuck you transphobic bigots who say this law is fair. It's not. WE ARE HUMAN TOO Also same anon that ranted. Sorry about that I'm just really pissed and I love and thank you for sticking up for the community. We love you and I love you. And you're right not all trans people transition. We all do what we want to. Some start on T or E and have the full surgery. Some just have top surgery. Some just do testosterone or estrogen. Some never do anything. We're all still trans and we're all valid.

YES ALL OF THIS, sorry i didn’t answer this when it was all happening. but askdkjfas thank you for this message, I LOVE YOU TOO, SO MUCH <333 and i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to voice this in my inbox. yes every trans person is valid no matter what they decide to do with their bodies <3

One of those old hot topic shirts that said " if Darryl dies we riot " but with santi instead of Darryl.

OMG LMAOOOOO NOW THAT’S A CONCEPT who’s making these i want one

your use of references and reaction pics and gifs fucken KILLS ME

Crystal anon here. I googled around my area to find there are none of those y'know, crystal, candle, incense, magic type shops. I have panic attacks when I go outside and I wanted to look into alternative stuff since I'm on meds and w/e. I wanted to know if you or friends had any experience or recommendations for buying crystals online like on etsy or amazon. How can you tell if they're real?x

ooooh ok. usually there are shops like those in cities or even in towns with like kitschy little promenades with independent shops. (i know there’s one around the town over from mine, which is so random lmao) i do have friends that have crystals but i think they mostly just collect them for the ~good vibez~ and don’t really look too far into the healing aspects of them. i would say first go with the one that coincides with your birth because those are the ones that are like specifically catered to you and strengthen your being. as for buying online, hmmmmm i mean i don’t really know any specific trustworthy sellers because i don’t have much experience with this, but definitely read the reviews! those will help you a lot <3

Hello could you please tell us how you edited the pic of rooney in that one post that the anon asked for the unedited version?

i honestly didn’t do much of anything that differs from my usual editing process! i made her eyes a bit bigger by using the clone tool, cloning the top of her eye and applying it a little bit farther up...if that makes sense. it’s hard to explain how to use that tool lmao. and i think i used the liquify tool to bring part of her eyebrow down to look more worried.

there's still a part of me that says she ain't dead and molly is just in a coma lmao end mE

OMFLDKGKJS yeah she’s not dead surprise. i WILL say there is still flashback stuff that will be revealed. well not “revealed” like molly’s death was revealed, like i just still have to showcase some things that happened afterward. because it doesn’t just end with molly’s death, there’s stuff after that as well :~}

I'm Mexican, have lived around Mexicans, have been to Mexico multiple times growing up, just came back from a family trip at practically the border between Mexico and Guatemala and never in my life have I ever heard the word "joder" i had to look it up xD (not hating or anything I just thought I'd mention it cuz I found it funny...lol) k bye...

OK NOT SURE IF the ppl you’ve been around just don’t curse or whatever but...joder is DEFINITELY something i’ve heard mexican people say before lmao

Okay so this is random, but i was telling my sister the name of one your characters in ur story (santi) and she kinda just starts singing his name, and she said "santi high, santi low, santi go." And im just sitting there, like woah.

LMFAO WHATKNJDSKJGD “woah” same

u gonna incorporate fis hat into a really like emotional sad thing in her story huh

oMG i wasn’t planning on it but hmm 🤔

Why no el chingo? NO ME GUSTA (I'm joking btw ily)

LMFAOOOO because i didn’t wanna have to defile my son by downloading the penis mod RIP

let santi grow out dem eyebrows 2kforever

omg he does let them grow out except for the little line he shaved in when he was 14 that never grew back RIP

in ur bio it says "kt" and i know why,, it means killing them as in killing off ur characters slowly i see u gurl

i bet this story was just an excuse for you to see the world burn. well done.

OMG i mean, that was definitely one of the side effects of it all. but really it was just that i NEEDED to get this story out after it had lived in my brain for so long.

ur dead 2 me

I... just.... can't... too much pain Y U DO DIS 2 UZ?!?!!!

#anonymous #nonsims #saviorhide #sunny answers

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