#and i kept forgetting he was even wearing one because of the jacket LMAO

[dreamsgalaxyfreckles]

the fact that dream basically gatekept himself in an apron.

[thatsthetriick]

Jjba characters switching bodies with their s/o

Summary: Body swap with their s/o! Some freaky friday shit! :D, It’s basically a work of a stand! ;), yeah all my inspiration is from the movie ‘Your name’ I rlly love that movie sm made me cry huhu, if u haven’t watched it srsly watch it its gud Disclaimer: Body swapping, possible pervertness from characters lmao, all characters are aged up! gn! reader, and mentions of killing from Dio's headcanon Header photo:  Namaikizakari

Part 3 Characters body swapping with their s/o + DIO

Joseph Joestar ❀ “AAAAAAAH!” Joseph would screen and look at the mirror to see that he was in your body? What’s happening! Was it a stand user that did this? Eitherway he even tries summoning your stand but instead he ends up getting his same stand, hermit purple? Weird. ❀ He’ll probably blush at the fact he’s temptedt o look at your body but he has no time for that! He rushed out of his hotel room and quickly find you to see if you got in his body and his deductions were correct, you were also freaking out since you were in his body and Avdol was trying to calm you down. ❀ Once he steps in Avdol immediately widens his eyes and questions if he was Joseph and he managed to confirm that he was joseph and Avdol conclucded that both of you swap bodies because of a possible stand user. ❀ You two have to deal with it the whole day and Polnareff always reassured you two that it’s going to be fine, not a big deal though he does laugh and tease at the both of you sometimes. ❀ Since you’re in Joseph’s body you wear pretty fashionable clothes because ur cool and hot. ( ;) i love u reader -author) While Joseph wears more of your plain clothes just a shirt and pants, but he still wears his hat. ❀ You two eventually got separated from the group and found the stand user and managed to attack ther user and returned back to your bodies. Jotaro Kujo ❀ He’ll be staring at the mirror and let out a “tch”, he already knows this is a work of a stand user, he just stares at the mirror for a long time and then walks out of his hotel room, calmly but still wearing your pjs. ❀ Once he enters to the room he was in his hands would be in his pockets, Kakyoin would be helping you think on how this happened but looks at Jotaro who was in your body and his eyes widened and kakyoin was right you two did switch bodies. ❀ When you where in a hunt from the stand user who did this to you and Jotaro you wore his turtle neck only and with no jacket and no hat, he decided to wear his hat with your body and he wore one of your leather jackets since it fits him compared to his original jacket. ❀ Girls would circle around you and you would flirt with them back because it’s funny to see Jotaro annoyed that you’re having way too much fun being him, “It’s not that bad being you” You would say and he would just scoff and tell you to not enjoy it too much. ❀ He was having a hard time being you as well since you look like an approachable person compared to him so a lot of people advertised products to you or if not foreigners asking for him and other things like that and honestly you would answer it for him. ❀ You two eventually got attacked from the back from the same stand user that switch both of you, and good thing that it doesnt switch your stands so you two managed to beat the stand user and Jotaro had to change back to his uniform. Kakyoin Noriaki ❀ Honestly he wouldn’t notice it for a bit and then when he does he quickly looks at the mirror and then starts processing it all and quickly rushes to his shared room with Jotaro.  ❀ He wakes you up before you even freak out and you’d be freaking out back in your own room. You two start thinking what made you two switch your bodies and you both agreed and concluded that it was probably a stand user they met the night before, but who? They met so many people the night before. ❀ It was honestly fun that you two were trying to figure out the puzzles of this mystery, but after a few hours pass by you two went to the others to inform them a stand user switched both of your bodies, it was only 9 AM at this time so you all got breakfast and tried thinking of ways to find the stand user. ❀ You wore different clothes for Kakyoin, his uniform was too hot and you couldn’t handle the heat of the sun already so you wore more comfortable and thin clothing, just a long sleeves polo shirt but you folded the sleeves, he honestly didn’t have much different clothes, only his pajamas and his uniform then extra polos. ❀ He in the other hand actually dressed up pretty nice with your body, he had good taste in clothing. ❀ This whole experience got you two closer together honestly, before you two wouldn’t really talk that much so the fact that this whole freaky friday thing is the one that made you two close is kinda funny but it was alright since you two knew a lot of things from each other just by talking the whole time you two looked for the stand user who did this. ❀ When you two encountered the stand user everyone else in the group was behind so they help you two defeat the stand user and got swapped back to your bodies, and unlike Jotaro he wouldn’t really change out of the clothes you wore for him since he wanted to be polite and it actually suited him. Muhammad Avdol  ❀ he sweats and gulps as he looks at the mirror, he started thinking about how this happened? ❀He came to your room to see you in his body and talking to Joseph that you were you, and he confimed that the both of you seemed like you two switched bodies. ❀ Joseph went to call the others and everyone had a meeting in Joseph and Avdol’s room and you all tried recalling what happened yesterday or yesterday night and who you all encountered and spoke to. ❀ Polnareff would be teasing that Avdol is a lucky guy and jokes about weird things and Avdol would just defend you and say that this is serious even though Avdol is a bit flustered that he switched with you. He just doesn’t experess it my guy. ❀ You and Avdol got separated a lot from the group but you two manage to talk a lot, and just like Kakyoing you two learn a lot of things about each other. He wore simple clothes of yours and you wore clothes that were also simple because it was hot again and you still can’t handle too much heat since you might faint or something. ❀ You two struggled but managed to defeat the stand user which made you two switch back to your original bodies, you two would probably prank the others that you’ll be stuck with each other’s bodies forever and pretend to act like each other just to get a reaction from the rest. ❀ You and Avdol had fun picking on everyone making them think you’ll be switched forever, Polnareff kept comforting you two thinking that it’s actually real but you two are so good at acting that Polnareff got fooled. Jean-Pierre Polnareff ❀ This guy is a pervert honestly and would just be flustered if u are are girl he’d probably just stare at your boobs. ❀ Yeah but he’s a pervert, but he still doesn’t peak unless he obviously needs to change his clothes in your body. ❀ You would always remind him to have no funny business and Joseph would also wack him to not do anything weird and he’ll just say “Ow! I haven’t done anything!” or some other comments. ❀ You honestly just wore his clothes because it’s good enough for the heat, but he in another hand wore a tank top for you and shorts or if not shorts with jeans and there was nothing wrong with it just seems like you were going to go swimming or something but you shrugged it off. ❀ He would continue the constant teasing and how he actually likes being swapped with you and that you two are fated to be since out fo all the members you two were the chosen ones and you’d chuckle at his comments like this. ❀ He would flirt with other people even when he’s in your body which makes you wack his head sometimes and remind him that he was still in your body just in case he was forgetting. But despite this he’s been kind and polite to you and made you laugh a lot during the time you two switched bodies, this is where you two got closer than ever. Sure you knew him before but you two never had an actual conversation, usually you two would exchange just a few comments from and that’s all you two ever did, including the flirt. ❀ Once he finds the stand user he quickly chases them until he corners them and you do the finishing touch. You and Polnareff change back and he jokes about being upset that he isn’t you anymore and how he enjoyed the experience. You two would still talk about it in the future since you two found it funny. DIO ❀ This man is a tsundere for you, a good one though. Despite that he’ll still charge to his room where you were in, and you were in his body. He yells at you for doing this and you yell back that your stand doesn’t even have this specific ability. ❀ He tries to command Vanilla Ice to look for the one responsible for doing this to the both of you, but since Vanilla Ice just saw you and he didn’t notice that it was Dio in your body, thus he didn’t follow him and just looked at you instead and asked what you wanted to do to Dio. ❀ You have fun being him because you are in high power but he still had the world stand so he technically still has power to control you and you would scoff at this and Tell Vanilla Ice the whole story that the two of you switched bodies and even revealed that you two switched stands and Vanilla Ice was frustrated to hear that one of Dio’s followers did this to the two of you so he immediately got to work. ❀ This meant you two were stuck to wait with each other, he also forced you to tell every follower of his to not step into the room yet since he didn’t want to look like that in front of everyone it makes him look weak and you would roll your eyes. ❀ This man was still cocky though and comments that even though he is in your body he still has the power of the world, and that he can quickly just destroy all the Joestars and their team by pretending to be you and acting like a innocent person. Though he also stated he wanted to defeat the Joestars with HIS body because he kinda wanted the credit of killing the Joestars even though for some reason he sent his followers to kill them for him but you didn’t think too much of it. ❀ You secretly would walk out of his room and ask his own followers for a lot of things, like to get luxurious food or prepare a nice bath and they would find this weird since Dio was technically a vampire and this was out of character of him but you were so good at being Dio that you found so many excuses to their questions. ❀ You would actually put on some clothes while Dio just wears the same thing you wear earlier. ❀ After bantering each other for a long time Vanilla Ice finally defeated the stand user and you two switched back and Dio complained how being you is pathetic and you seriously cant take his comments seriously so you just insult him back, ilke I said this man was a tsundere but he kinda he enjoys being your body he found it really hot, he just doesn’t want to admit it, and he really thought this was an advantage to kill the Joestars immediately but sadly he already told you to request Vanilla ice to find the one responsible of all of this so  he couldn’t do much. ❀ You two continue your lives as a person who assist Dio because Dio forced you to, and with him bossing you around which makes you wanna kick his face but you still continue your duties  

Thanks for reading hope you have a good day! -𝓣.

[lebenspurpur]

What would the lost boys look like in 2021?

I just got flashed with a bunch of random headcanons so go ahead and enjoy them with me. Also, this came up in a convo with @thehauntinginn just to give a bit of credit. Feel free to argue with me on this one!!

��� David 🦇

He is kind of the only one who looks like your usual vampire during the whole movie.

Dark pants, dark shirt, coat, gloves, all that. Only the hair doesn't really fit but hey, they had to get some 80s style in there.

I know for sure that he'd like to keep that mysterious, dark style. It just fits him.

But obviously, that hair would be gone by now. I'm pretty sure he'd settle on something less "80s romance movie" but still kind of different.

My guess is just long blonde hair, maybe an undercut or shaved sides to freshen it up a little.

Now to the clothing, I am pretty sure it wouldn't change that much. He enjoys being a typical vampire in that aspect. It kind of fills him with pride.

During the 90s he definitely started wearing Doc Marten's and that's a fact. He owns multiple, actually, and most of them are over 10 years old.

The whole grunge movement gave him a lot of style ideas anyway. Not that he particularly only wears grunge style but he mixes it with a bit of mall goth/traditional goth to spice it up. Really, the only thing that's missing is the stereotypical makeup.

Which leads me to the next thing: makeup. David does wear a bit, sometimes. Usually, he's way too lazy or busy too and he doesn't really need stuff like foundation anyway. The only thing he's interested in is eyeliner and some black eyeshadow.

I can also see him wearing contact lenses from time to time, simply because he likes to look a little bit freaky. Technically he could just manipulate people into thinking he is, but hey, he likes wearing them.

Maybe some nail polish. Dark red or black. Nothing special.

A lot of accessories. I know for a fact that this idiot loves showing off gigantic golden rings. Kind of reminds me of these old, really rich ladies who love to wear really expensive suits and rings and then tell you about their past affairs. Listen, I have that kind of people in my family and my god. I have heard things about old men that I want to forget.

He can look very fancy indeed, but usually, he prefers to mix that fanciness with some grunge or punk style, since he's way too scared of looking too snobby.

⚰️ Dwayne ⚰️

He looks like he hasn't washed his hair in 3 months.

Dwayne wears a mix of rock fashion and punk in the movie.

He has his typical leather jacket, paired with some ripped jeans, old boots, and his.. "necklace" (I honestly love it, looks like something I'd wear LMAO).

The earring is another very typical "Dwayne" thing.

He sticks to the hair, definitely. It's his whole pride, he won't just give that up. Don't tell me it's not the thing he's most proud of. Have you seen the scene after that one killing spree where his hair is suddenly all swiped to one side? Like, try and explain to me that he didn't just do that real quick to show off.)

Thank the gods, he stops wearing nothing beneath his jackets. Like do whatever you want but Dwayne, hun, that screams douche like nothing else.

Usually, he prefers to wear some band-tees, maybe a button-up when he feels good. Also, he is a big fan of tank tops. He doesn't care if they show his belly to not, he just wants to show off his arms.

I feel like he'd get pierced and tattooed a lot. Tattoos on his arms and piercings mostly in his ears.

So yeah, he sticks with the leather/denim jacket thing, but this time he's wearing something beneath it. His pants are mostly denim or leather too, and black. I don't think he owns any other colored pants.

He likes to keep his hair tied up so it doesn't get in the way. Also, he wears sunglasses. Yes, even at night.

I'd like to think that he kept the necklace but nowadays, he wears more glamourous ones. Oh, and a lot of chains. Technically, he wears more accessories than David but at least his aren't super clunky and big.

Very, very pretty boots, I imagine. After all, he has to be able to kick someone with those and still look fashionable.

Dwayne wears eyeliner every. single. day. Don't even try and change my mind.

🐉 Paul 🐉

Paul dressed super gay 80s punk mixed with a bit of new wave/goth, I'd say.

He has a thing for fishnets and he will keep wearing them. Be it as a shirt or as actual tights, he definitely will.

I can imagine he too, changes his hair but Paul's the one that will pretty much stay with the 80s haircuts. He just can't see himself do anything else with his hair. He dyes it a lot, too. I, for the love of me, do not know how to deal with the word dye. Who the fuck made that one up.

Paul is the one that stays very much experimental with his style. That man changes aesthetics like underwear.

Though he likes to wear tight stuff and big jackets. Ripped jeans, a crop top, some cool shoes, and a big jacket he can nuzzle into? That's already enough for him.

He wears corsets a lot.

I am convinced that Paul is the one with the most knowledge surrounding makeup. He is a master at it and he does apply some whenever he has time to do it.

He uses glitter on his hair and skin. Paul has one of those bodysprays that smell like cotton candy, are pink, and contain glitter.

You can hear him coming. He wears a lot of rattling accessories.

So yeah, while he enjoys glamor, he can really do without it. It really depends on the day.

Okay and hear me out. Paul in drag. Oh. My. God.

🍭 Marko 🍭

Marko always dressed very exotically, paring things he had done himself with dark leather pants to make the whole outfit look fresh and still dark.

To be honest, with Marko you never know. His style can and will change every single day and he's heavily influenced by everything he sees/likes.

He does a lot of things himself. Mostly earrings, rings, and extra accessories he adds to clothing pieces he bought. He does put a lot of work into it.

He has one of these leather jackets with thousands of band stickers and other stuff on it. It looks super cool.

He's the only one that doesn't really wear makeup, simply because he's too impatient and therefore, too busy.

Marko is a very big fan of colors, unlike the others who mostly prefer darker colors.

Marko strikes me as someone who's into kid core style. It's so bright and playful and he can do so much with it!

His hair changes too. He's the only one in the group I can actually imagine having short hair. He prefers it long but from time to time, he cuts it off.

Marko always uses cute bandaids when he hurts himself which adds really well to his style.

Beanies. I can really see Marko wear a lot of beanies.

He also steers more into the direction of tight clothing. That makes him and Paul kind of the only ones because the other two Vampires enjoy baggy clothing a bit more.

Marko owns so many converse and in so many colors. He also whines when he has to walk in them because they're uncomfortable as fuck. In Germany we say "Wer schoen sein will, muss leiden." which translates into "If you want to be pretty, you have to go through pain."

Marko has a lot of hair clips he uses from time to time.

Like Paul, he's not scared of wearing something that shows his tummy. To be honest, he doesn't really care.

Marko collects weird socks, change my mind. He has so many.

[biqherosix]

can i get some youngest paladin hcs with team voltron? and uh,, maybe some bits of,, older brother shiro, like not actualyl related to reader but ya know just being a good older figure of them, only if u want!!!

defenders of friendship - headcanons

fluff

(voltron legendary defender — platonic! team voltron x reader)

even when you and the paladins have to defend the world, they know that they'd do anything to protect you first. even if that meant involving themselves in a little bit of fun

cw / none

a/n — hi anon i hope you enjoy this !! it's not totally amazing but platonic content for any fandom is so hard to look for and i always eat that shit up. hopefully this satisfies :) ily all sm ! @sokkas-honour this is for you bc you love big brother shiro and ik you need this so 🥰 ps no surprise here but keith’s part is my fave lmao and hopefully i don’t fall off the face of the earth anytime soon bc the inspiration is seriously flowing

you're literally baby, but contrary to popular belief i feel like the paladins would be pretty chill with you

trust me if they can let pidge do the things she does, you can too (plus you're super badass so it doesn't matter)

not to say that they aren't protective, bc they totally are !! they just show it in like different ways

for instance, coran, shiro, lance, allura, and hunk are the most protective and vocalize their concerns and like you really feel the love with them

you're actually the closest with shiro and lance; it's to be expected since they're just the kinda people who really just always want to make sure you're comfortable, but team voltron loves you all the same :)

lance is very affectionate, so he always has a hand out for you, but on occasions he can't hold your hand he'll intertwine a pinky with yours to let you know he's there

he's also always whispering random stuff in your ear if you sit next to him during diplomat meetings (that seating placement had been revoked after lance made you laugh so hard you fell off your chair during important alliance making)

i'm pretty sure you asked the blue paladin to give you a piggyback ride around the castle once and he was ready to oblige but he ended up falling on his face bc he's a noodle (keith walked in on him as soon as he faceplanted and never lets him forget it)

so you asked shiro instead (which resulted in a pouty lance; you made sure to have a sleepover with him filled with gossip and face masks)

shiro ever the serious thinks it could be dangerous at first, but inevitably lets himself be vulnerable and now you just casually cling onto his back during meetings in the castle, no one pays any mind to it honestly

he just loves that your young lil self keeps him grounded and despite all you've seen you still carry a sense of innocence and bright air for team voltron

also when you're feeling down he lets you wear a jacket of his and it's so big on you 🥺🙈 you know it's not necessarily practical but you will wear shiro's oversized jacket over your paladin armor sometimes

oh and catch him with mini braids in his hair or the little tuft of his white hair a different color in the coming movements in space :)

now, hunk always makes a little too much baked goods for the sake of bringing the extras to your room by the end of the night and sometimes he'll even keep you company while you eat them to talk about anything !!

if he can't stay he always leaves a lil note for you in the basket about how much he appreciates you and everything (you kept the notes in a little box to read whenever you're feeling not great)

as much as you wanna cook with hunk you're under strict orders from lance not to bc he's scared you could be allergic to alien shit and die

on the other hand allura is basically your older sister ! she likes playing with your hair whenever you have conversations together and she listens intently, offering advice because she understands that there's so much pressure behind defeating enemies

she dotes on you though, and loves playing little road trip games with the mice; and when you're travelling for super long periods of time you keep her company in the control room

normally she likes the peace and quiet steering the ship brings her but you're built different so you can babble about anything while you're together

she feels bad when you fall asleep in your respective paladin chair (even if hunk shiro and lance ended up getting / making some pillows and blankets to make it more comfy) so those nights she carries you to her room and you get some space girl cuddles 🥺

coran always makes sure to come in on those mornings with some altean tea and sing some tunes before you start your days, it's his way of trying to make sure you're doing okay

and sweet sweet coran — he always wants to include you in things so when everyone is doing their own thing and he wants to clean, he'll ask you to help him and tells you about altean culture, and even some embarrassing stories

you also take the time to tell him all about earth and their fashion choices, you two are quite the critics !!

so you have your loving older sister, doting brothers, and space uncle coran; but then there's keith and pidge i-

okay so they don't necessarily tell you they care they show you through two ways: educating you, and bullying you whilst being educated

keith was the one who had the honor of training you with your little bayard space daggers but still makes an effort to make sure you learn how to defend yourself with anything you can grab your hands on

thank the ancients for keith because now you can defend yourself with casual shit like spoons and bowls

sparring sessions consist of "ugh no okay let's just focus. patience yields focus" "don't hold it like that you'll end up cutting into yourself instead of the enemy!" and my personal favorite "y/n your form is sloppy they'll dropkick you if you keep that up"

keith may come off as harsh or trying to overwork you sometimes but he just wants you to be able to defend yourself when he's not around, especially when he's off with the blade of marmora

always makes it up to you with a cold glass of water and a really bad joke after a session (on special occasions you get a pat on the back but you pull him into a hug, lance never lets him live that down either)

any given situation he's the first one by your side when you're injured because he zooms over to you bc lance and shiro go pew pew pew

pidge though omg sometimes she sleeps in your room more than she does in her own because she falls asleep teaching you how to code and you even help tinker with her projects

she doesn't bully you as much as keith does but she only started bullying you because you corrected her one (1) time while tinkering

"pidge you misspelled that, you could accidentally turn off the whole system" "okay and who's the one who's been coding for more than a day? i got this" (she did not in fact, get it, because the thing wouldn't even turn on)

their little shenanigans in trying to care for you brought them all closer though they wouldn't admit it to each other (they all think that but will do progress reports when you're not in the room)

tldr: team voltron is the sweetest family ever and you love them for it

[bowieandqueen11]

Jaskier Dating an Autistic!Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello lovely, Could I please request Jaskier dating an autistic!reader would include? Preferably with a female reader, but it really doesn’t have to be!

In celebration of season 2 (and our Bard’s incredible new look), here is a very late request!!! Thank you so much lovely! <3 Also I have to say listening to Bardcore playlist whilst writing this is the greatest decision I have ever made XD

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

For all his flirtatious ways and his confident manner, Jaskier would genuinely be the sweetest, most doting and loving boyfriend in all of existence (I am very emotional about this okay).

You two are so in sync, you genuinely might as well be one person because he knows and understands and absolutely ADORES you it actually brings Geralt to the brink of tears sometimes with how much it annoys him.

(Even though he tends to grunt and roll his eyes a lot around a love-struck Jaskier who spends his time writing love songs for you, inside he secretly believes that never could two more perfectly matched beings find each other in all the lands).

Jaskier is so soft for you - if you’re sensitive to loud noises and sound, he knows instinctively. He’ll quickly pull you away from the situation, taking you away to the edge of some meadow on the edge of town. It would just be the two of you, some bright cornflowers, a starry night, some lingering fireflies around the treeline and the bard’s melodic voice and strumming as he warbles out some gentle songs he knows soothes you.

Having played the lute for so many a year, his hands are quite adept, so he often gives them to you to play or stim with if you ever want them. (He’s also the only other person he’ll ever let touch his lute if strumming helps you - and if you’re okay with touch, he loves to come up behind you and give you a tight hug, resting his head on your shoulder. He smirks as you feel the ruffles of his sleeves against your own arm as he loops around you to place his fingers over yours, gently strumming your hands down the strings.)

Your two hands together as one. As it should be. After all, you are half his soul - he feels most of the time that you are more himself than he is. He blesses ever goddess he can think of for sending one of them down for him to spend his eternity loving.

He couldn’t wish spending his short life doing anything else. Spending his time adoring, lavishing, loving you, he finds, is the only thing that has ever truly pleased him in life.

If you’re nonverbal, that’s completely fine!! Jaskier is so outgoing, he can communicate with everyone else for the two of you. In fact, when you’re on your journey with Geralt, the two of you have this little system going - just to make sure that the two of you are safe and okay, you’ll always just twang the bottom string of Jaskier’s lute.

Jaskier knows all of your triggers and stressors off by heart, and despite his outward appearance his heart of full of fiery, steely thorns if anyone ever dares to disrespect your boundaries or try to upset you!!! As Geralt has attested to, too many times has he had to drag Jaskier out of a tavern, or from the royal court, or even once from a lair of Wight’s by his armpits because he is straight up ready to fight magical beasts alone if it’s for your honour.

If you don’t have an aversion to touch, he is the cuddliest, clingiest man in the world!!!! If the amount of time he spends looking like a model, staring wistfully out into the sunset on some clagged rock at the edge of a desert field’s precipice, whispering out whims of love songs about how you’ve chained his heart and soul to yours didn’t give it away, the way he acts physically sure does.

He always acts up when you approach him and quietly sit down cross legged on the floor next to him. His pursed lips, the way he runs his hands through his fringe, the warm glow in his eye as he beams over at you with that toothy smile, all the love this measly world could muster threatening to break from every cell of his body. He’ll slowly, gingerly, reassuringly take your hand and kiss each knuckle on your finger as the two of you just stay together, at peace, watching the sun fall over the warm golden and honey orange glow of the horizon.

He always makes sure to ask for permission first before he touches you, though! He tries his best, despite his flirtations, to be a gentleman through and through. He always does this during long days journeying with the Witcher, when the two of you are exhausted - dragging your dusty heels along the ground next to Roach, the sun sweltering over your heads as Jaskier sighs to himself, side still bleeding slightly from their last attack. He doesn’t care in the slightest though, when he beckons his hand out towards you with a shy raise of his eyebrow, gently asking if he can just hold you tightly into his side for a while.

He breathes you in, closing his eyes and trying to stop his racing heart. It’s the only way he can reassure himself that you’re here with him. You’re safe. He’s okay, because you’re safe.

He’s always a big softie boy, so if deep pressure stimulation helps you, he gives the biggest, warmest, kindest hugs - the kind where Geralt thinks you’ve disappeared because you’re so wrapped up in the ridiculous layers of ruffled emerald clothes the bard wears. I’m also just going to put it out there, that if you like the softer materials, this man is very very good of making you kneel down in the soft meadows beside him, laughing gleefully as he skilfully weaves flower crowns around the top of your head.

If you do have an aversion to touch, this is completely okay with Jaskier too!! This man has made a living convincing everyone to fall in love with (and give their money to him) with his honey sweet words, so he’ll gladly just spend anytime he can get during busy days sitting near you, talking your head off, or singing you the newest song he’s currently trying to quill down off the top of his head.

The tips of his ears do flush this adorable shade of peach, though, his eyes almost uncharacteristically unable to meet yours because all the songs he writes are about his muse (i.e. you.)

If you’re not too fond of touch, in dangerous situations he’ll always hover over beside you, annoying Geralt’s head off with the way he acts like an annoying little fly until he grabs the bard by the collar and makes him go sit down by the fire.

He also this little sign of locking pinkies in the heat of fights, just to reassure each other that you’re alright.

He knows that you’re capable, but he’s also just so protective!! Jaskier is 100% one of those himbos in love kind of people lmao.

If you’re hypersensitive to loud sounds, he’s rather fond of quiet nights in at the tavern. The kind of long evenings where it’s just the two of you, a stormy night raging in the latticed window behind your head, a few dripping wax candles on the innkeeper’s bar and a warm fire toasting your feet. Turns out, he managed to bribe the owner to keep the inn open for an hour or two past closing time, just because he enjoys being in your company so much.

The whole time, his attention is completely centred on you, especially if you’re telling him about your hyper-fixation. Like your mouth is dripping the sweetest honey, he’s tied onto your every word, the sound like a chorus of angels in his ears. He does that cute little thing where the edge of his tongue sticks out in concentration, hand resting underneath his chin, until at one point he completely forgets anything from the outside world exists. In his excitement, he accidentally knocks his flagon of ale over the innkeeper and swiftly gets the two of you banned from ever entering there again.

He thinks it was completely worth it though.

When nights are cold and dark and twisted, and the roads are long and tiresome, the fire dwindling and announcing the end of the day, he’ll come sit down beside you with that soft smile of his and wrap his blue jacket around your shoulders.

It’s so warm, and soft, and smells so much like him - of apple wine, carrots and sage, that it brings comfort to you almost immediately.

He’ll run away if you ever try to give it back to him, because he’s quite stubborn too. Plus, he turns into a blushing, groaning mess every time he sees you wearing it.

One time, he kept on dancing, twirling and skipping around you, Geralt and Roach on the road. His fingers flew over his lute and his mouth just would not stop as he kept on singing songs of your praise and his reverence towards you, that Geralt just finally snapped and shoved him into a puddle of mud.

[kookiesjoonies]

risk it — jjk | four.

risk it | four: pretend.

a/n: i think it’s safe to say that yn, jk, and yoongi are all a mess, right? let me know your thoughts, loves! xo

↠ main pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x salon owner!reader

↠ side ships: namjin, vmin (fwb), hoseok x makeup artist!oc

↠ word count: 2.7k

↠ warnings: some fluff if you squint LOL, angst so much angst, explicit language, jealousy, being drunk, light violence, spitting (but in a non sexual way lmao)

SERIES SUMMARY:

✧ a drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. aka the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

Nearly ten minutes. 

That’s how long you’d been arguing with Jungkook at the bottom of your stairs. 

You were the world’s most stubborn person, and most (if not all) of your friends would agree with that statement. And you were even worse when you were drunk. 

“For the thousandth time,” you slurred your words together as you spoke, leaning against your ex boyfriend’s side for support as you stood, “I can walk up the damn stairs by myself. You don’t have to carry me. I’m not a baby.” 

He rolled his eyes at you— hard. If he had a dollar for every time you’d caused him to roll his eyes since you’d gotten into his car earlier, he was sure he’d be a millionaire by now. 

“If you can stand up on your own without holding onto my arm, I’ll believe you.” 

And now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Only, when you did, it made your vision fuzzier than it already was. 

“Well if you’d stop spinning the room, maybe I fucking could.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and he dragged his free hand down his face. 

“You know what—“ You were being whisked off of the ground before you could even register what was happening. 

Jungkook had your body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he treaded up the stairs, and of course you were pounding your fists against his back like a child. 

“Put me down!” You insisted, to which he decided to happily oblige once he’d successfully carried you into your bedroom at the end of the hallway. 

“Absolutely.” He gently tossed you onto your queen sized bed, and you let out an overly dramatic huff as your back hit the mattress. 

“Not what I meant.” You mumbled.

You laid back and rested an arm over your eyes after you’d closed them, but you still felt like you were moving in circles. Nausea quickly set in and you groaned, clutching your stomach with your other hand. 

“Fuck you, this is all your fault.” You snapped at the man that was standing at the foot of your bed, staring at you with a look of both annoyance and concern. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook’s voice was laced with sarcasm, “how is this my fault, exactly?” 

“Because if you’d have just shown up tonight, I wouldn’t have tried to drink my feelings away,” you barked out a harsh laugh, a pitiful sound that made Jungkook’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “feelings that I shouldn’t even fucking have.” 

He let out a low sigh. Of course he knew your feelings for him were still there, or maybe he at least secretly hoped that they would be. Because after all, his feelings for yours never seemed to go away. No matter how hard he tried to forget you and forget how much love he had for you, it never worked. 

“Of course,” you scoffed, “just stand there all silent and brooding. It’s what you do best.” 

The feeling of being giggly and buzzed was long gone, now you were just an insane amount of nauseous and wanted nothing more than to sleep this state of drunkenness off. You were sad, and you were fighting an internal battle. 

The rational side of you kept screaming for you to tell Jungkook to leave, and you knew that he would without question. Which pissed you off to no end. As badly as you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted him to refuse to leave. You wanted him to fight to stay with you tonight. Hell, you just wanted him to fight for you. 

So, instead of asking him to leave, you asked him a different question instead. 

“Can you find me some clothes to sleep in? I can’t sleep in a mini dress, and if I stand up I’m going to fall, vomit, or both.” 

“Yeah, shorts and a T-shirt okay?” 

You nodded, finally feeling like you’d come back down to earth enough to remove your arm from your face and open up your eyes. 

Jungkook made the short walk from your bed to your dresser, and you couldn’t help but to admire him as he did so. 

He looked good��� so good, and you fucking hated it. His hair was longer, just the way you’d always liked it. It was messy from sleep, which somehow made him even more attractive. He’d shown up at the club wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie to match, and that damn leather jacket he’d had for years. And in typical Jungkook fashion, he’d worn combat boots to top it all off. He looked like a fucking dream. And maybe it was the alcohol— no, it was definitely the alcohol, you were sure of it, but you desperately wanted to jump his bones. 

As he made his way back over to you, with your newfound sleep attire draped over his arm, a wave of boldness hit you. And you blurted out the question before you could stop yourself. 

“So, you wanna fuck?” 

You don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but you definitely weren’t expecting to hear the sad sounding sigh that made its way out of his mouth. 

“You’re drunk.” He stated the obvious, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you sat up on your bed. 

“So?” 

“So,” he emphasized as he handed the clothes off to you, “I’m not fucking you while you’re drunk.” 

You scoffed, “But I’m asking you to. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of me or anything.” 

“You know me better than that. Now please, just get some sleep.” 

Of course he wanted to. It’d been over two years since he’d last been inside of you, and if you were sober, his answer probably would have been much different. Sure, he’d had hookups, but none of them could compare to how you made him feel. Not even close. 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, sitting up on your knees to tug off your dress. 

As you did, Jungkook turned around and faced away from you to give you your privacy. 

And of course, you thought he was being ridiculous. 

“Jungkook, you’ve seen me in my underwear before.” 

“I know, but it’s different now.” 

Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head as you tossed the dress onto the floor and replaced it with the old T-shirt. 

“Wouldn’t have to be different if you weren’t so stupid.” You quietly mumbled, pulling the pair of plaid cotton shorts up your legs. 

“Huh?” he prompted, “Couldn’t hear what you said.”

“Nothing,” you sighed, “are you going to hold me, or what?” 

Before Jungkook could respond, your bedroom door was being swung open by a very heated Min Yoongi. 

“Get the fuck out.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he took two steps closer to Jungkook, pointing toward the door with his index finger. 

You watched the scene in front of you unfold as Jungkook, too, took two steps forward— the two of them starting to get dangerously close to one another. 

“If Y/n wants me to leave, I will. But if she doesn’t, I’m not fucking going anywhere.” 

Yoongi clenched his fist at his side, staring daggers through the taller man in front of him. He took one swift stride forward, resulting in the two of them being toe to toe. 

“I swear to God, Jungkook. I’ll throw your ass out of this apartment if you don’t leave in the next sixty seconds. You’ve hurt her enough. I’ll be damned if you’re going to do it again!” 

Jungkook was seething, you could tell by the way he was clenching his jaw. This was about to get ugly, and if you didn’t put a stop to it you were sure to be wiping blood off of the floor and picking up their teeth. 

When you said you’d wanted him to fight for you, you didn’t mean it literally.

“Like I said on the phone, I’d like to see you fucking try you piece of shit!” 

It took a lot to make Jungkook this angry. But somehow— for a reason unknown to you, Yoongi always seemed to push all of the right (wrong?) buttons to piss him off. All Jungkook could see was red, and he was ten seconds or less away from putting your best friend through a wall. You could tell by the way his knuckles were turning white as he formed his tattooed hands into fists. Yeah, it was definitely time for you to step in. 

As you were scrambling off of your bed, still unbalanced from your alcohol induced high, you heard Yoongi spew out a string of insults— followed by a harsh spitting sound. When you looked up, you saw Jungkook wiping saliva off of his cheek with the back of his hand. And you knew it was too late. 

“Jungkook, don’t do it!” You shouted, trying to get to him before he could make a move. 

But you weren’t quick enough. Jungkook had his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders in an instant, shoving him backwards and slamming him into the wall so hard that you were sure there’d be a Yoongi shaped hole in it. 

Jungkook balled his right hand up into a tight fist, ready to swing and forcefully connect it to Yoongi’s jaw. Fortunately, you stood in between them before he could do so, causing him to halt his actions abruptly. 

“Don’t,” you pleaded, the current situation resulting in you slowly sobering up, “please.” 

Your hands found their way onto the sides of his face, your thumbs grazing along the tops of his cheeks. To your surprise, he leaned into your touch and allowed himself to focus only on the way you were rubbing his skin. He hadn’t touched you, or been touched by you, in so long that he was going to take all he could get. 

Yoongi stood up straight behind you, watching the way you seemed to handle Jungkook with such care. It broke his heart to know that you’d never be like that with him. Especially since he was one hundred percent certain he could treat you better than Jungkook (or anyone, for that matter) ever could. You deserved the world, and he wouldn’t hesitate to give it to you. Jungkook didn’t deserve you. He was the dumbest human alive for refusing to marry you. Whereas Yoongi— well, he’d marry you any time, any place, any day of the week without hesitation. 

Maybe if he wasn’t such a chicken, he would’ve confessed his feelings to you by now. Or maybe he would’ve if he wasn’t already certain that his feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. 

“Do you want him to stay?” Yoongi questioned, despite knowing the answer. 

As much as he loved you, he also respected you. And he also knew that you were an adult and free to make your own decisions, even if he thought they were the wrong ones. He couldn’t stop you from getting hurt again. But he’d be there to hold you while you cried afterwards, and to pick up your broken pieces if you needed him to. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking back at your friend as you rolled your shoulders into a shrug, “I do.” 

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.” 

He shot Jungkook a death glare before glancing at you, and you felt like you could crumble and fall to the ground from the amount of disappointment you saw in his eyes. 

“Yoongs, I—“ The loud slam of the wooden door cut you off, and your lower lip began to quiver. This was all too much, too fast. Alcohol, sleep deprivation, and emotions didn’t seem to mix well. 

At the sight of your trembling lip, Jungkook brought his hand upward to run his thumb along it in an attempt to soothe you and provide you with some form of comfort. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft as he spoke, and you shot him a questioning look. 

“For?” 

“For a lot of things.” He admitted, and you simply gave him a nod. 

“I know. Doesn’t change anything, though.” 

He sighed, “I know.” 

You grabbed hold of his hand with your own, taking just a few seconds to admire the way that your hand seemed to mold perfectly into his— like it was made for him to grasp. He let you lead him to your bed, kicking off his boots and stripping himself of his jacket before lying down beside you. 

“I miss you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you didn’t dare face him. 

He closed his eyes, and you could hear him intake a deep breath.

“I’m right here.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the tears that were begging to overflow to stay back. 

“Would it kill you to say that you miss me too?” Despite your efforts to hide your true feelings, your voice cracked and gave you away, “Unless you don’t miss me, then I guess that would make sense.” 

“Look at me.” He ordered, but you shook your head. 

“No.” 

Jungkook rolled over onto his side, scooting closer to close the gap in between your bodies. You could feel the warmth from him beside you, and you could smell his signature warm, inviting cologne that never failed to put you in a trance. 

“You think I don’t miss you?” The question was clearly rhetorical, seeing as how he continued to ramble on, “I miss you so bad that it hurts, it physically hurts. Every bone in my body aches from how badly I miss you.” 

That’s all it took for the tears to finally spill over and onto your cheeks, and you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were crying. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his own eyes welling up with water, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. Maybe I should just leave—“ 

“Go ahead!” You shouted, your tears coming out quicker and stronger now, “leaving is what you do best!”

“I didn’t leave you. You broke up with me.” He didn’t yell. In fact, he spoke calmly. It was rare for him to raise his voice at you, and you could count how many times he’d done so on only one hand. It didn’t matter how badly you seemed to piss him off, or how loud you got with him, he couldn’t bring himself to scream at you. 

“What other fucking choice did I have, Jungkook?” You finally looked at him, and when you did his heart shattered at the pain he saw in your eyes. 

“You deserve better than me. You deserve someone who can give you—“ 

“Everything that you can’t,” you finished his sentence for him with a bite to your voice, “yeah, I’ve heard that before.” 

It was silent for what felt like an eternity. When in reality, it was only about five minutes. And it was Jungkook who finally broke the obvious tension in the air. 

“Let me hold you.” 

You didn’t say anything, only turned your back to him to allow him to spoon you from behind. His strong arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body against his chest, using his free hand to card his fingers through your long hair. 

You melted into his touch, humming as he began to dig his fingernails into your scalp to massage it. 

“Can we just… pretend that everything’s okay between us?” you asked, “For tonight, and then tomorrow we can go back to how it was.” 

He pressed his lips to the back of your head and allowed them to linger there as he nodded, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. 

“Yeah, bug. We can.” 

Your heart swelled at the nickname, short for lovebug, that he’d given you so many years ago, and you cracked the saddest smile you’d ever mustered up in your life. 

“Kook?” You allowed your arm to rest over his, and he took the lead in intertwining your fingers. 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you… cover up my name? The tattoo of it on your chest, I mean.” 

“No,” he didn’t hesitate, “and I have no desire to. Do you regret letting me tattoo you?”

You shook your head, running your thumb along the back of his hand, “No.” 

“You need to go to sleep.” 

“I know,” your eyelids were already beginning to droop, “sing to me?” 

“Of course.” 

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[aotimagines]

Can you also do a scenario for Levi with Hanahaki disease?

I haven’t written a scenario for Levi since 2018 and this is what I come back with. Um...I’m so sorry. Angst is my forte and it’s easy for me to write, so...yikes. I also listened to drivers’ license on repeat to set the ambiance for this piece and now I’m sad, lol. Sorry! Maybe I’ll write something happier for Levi to make up for this one, lmao. Enjoy! 

It was happening again.

The tightness in your chest constricted your lungs like a snake had coiled around the base of your throat and squeezed, cutting off the air to your lungs. Your head spun, black dotting across your vision, and the uncontrollable urge to cough itched in the back of your throat. You had to hold it down. ‘Please, not here,’ you mentally begged to any entity listening above the skyline to not expose your dirtiest, darkest secret to your colleagues. Your nails dug into the wooden table, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks in the cherry-colored lacquer and the color drained from your cheeks.

No one would notice your struggle if you kept it together, you reasoned. Hange was going over something about Marley and you had, admittedly, tuned out about thirty minutes ago. Whatever it was had to be important because they had everyone’s attention, to your knowledge. Out of the corner of your eye, you were vaguely aware of Levi’s sharp, piercing gaze lingering on your face, but you squeezed your eyes shut and internally begged him to just look away.

Inside of your chest, the flower that bloomed burned like a kindling ember, the stems brushing against your lungs and taking up space you needed to breathe. Experiencing this was painful, but it was nothing like the white-hot agony you felt whenever you realized that the person you loved would never return your feelings.

You had tried to let go—had tried to release your feelings and live with your fragmented heart—but nothing had worked. How could it when the person whose affections you desperately wanted worked alongside you every day, helping and caring about you in his own awkward, weird way? It wasn’t fucking fair that you had to live like this.

Except you didn’t. You knew about the removal process and, as a soldier, you knew that it was what you needed to do for yourself, for the future and for humanity. Every time you thought about getting the surgery performed, the aching of your fragile heart—the singular bloom of hope still lingering in the pit of your stomach—protested against the idea. You had never felt this way for anyone before in your life; how could you just ignore that and have the flower removed? How could you forget about happiness that the feelings gave you, or how it felt to just be by his side in silence of the night?

Living with this flower growing inside of you was painful, but the thought of having to give up Levi Ackerman was excruciating.

“That’s all I wanted to talk about today! If everyone could follow me, I want to discuss some improvements to the thunder spears I’ve been working on…” Hange’s voice flooded through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. Your knuckles were stark-white from the tight grip you had about the wooden table, your fingers easing from the leg once the feeling of having to cough seemingly passed.

As the group shuffled out of the room, there was one person who waited—one person whose unreadable facial expression made you tense up where you sat. “Four-eyes was that boring?” his flat voice drawled and, even without looking up, you knew his slate-colored irises were glued to where you sat. It had you anxious, the sensation of having to cough flaring up in the back of your throat once more. Instead of answering verbally, you shook your head and prayed that Levi would take the hint that you wanted to be alone. The sound of his shoes reverberating off the flooring allowed the tension you had been holding between your shoulders to dissipate, a wave of relief washing across your body. You were finally alone to cough in peace.

The instant you opened your lips to try and draw in a shaky breath, it began. A powerful cough strangled your breathing, the sensation of something lodged deep inside the back of your throat causing your body to lurch forward. Tears pricked your eyes as your coughing turned into violent dry heaving, the wheeze from your lungs desperately trying to push out the planet inside of your body echoing throughout the room. Hange and rest of the Survey Corps’ higher ups were probably in the weapons room by now, leaving you alone to your own suffering. Your fingertips dug into the stone flooring, your sputtering finally expelling the first fist-full of bright-blue, blood-slicked flowers from deep within your chest. Once it began, it didn’t stop. Over and over again, you threw up the bright flowers, their beauty tainted with the crimson blood dribbling from each and every petal.

At some point, you became aware of a hand resting against your back, dread serving as an anchor tethering you to where you knelt on the floor. When your gagging calmed down, you sharply sucked air in through your teeth, desperate to catch your breath and stop the feeling of your head swimming. You knew you were covered in spit, blood, and forget-me-not petals, but you didn’t care about your physical appearance. The person at your side didn’t have to speak—you already knew who was at your side.

“Please,” you croaked, voice husky and hoarse from having just coughed up over a dozen flowers in one go, “don’t say anything. Please, Levi.”

“You want me to sit back and watch you kill yourself?” came his blunt remark, much to your dismay. He wasn’t going to let it go; of course he wasn’t. The two of you had been together for a decade at this point and the worry that he felt for you buzzed through the air like electricity.

Your wild eyes met his taciturn expression, tears streaking down your face. “I don’t want to talk about this. Why did you even come back in here?”

“If you were hiding this, you did a shit job. You acted weird throughout the meeting. How long?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Levi clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Is that something you could be saying?” He was quiet, gaze flickering to the pool of flowers on the ground before tentatively bringing up in a quiet tone that was almost uncharacteristic of him, “You’re dying, and you didn’t say anything. Were you just going to lie down and not fight this?”

A laugh bubbled from the back of your throat, disbelief written across your face. Pushing off the floor, you sat back on your knees. “I don’t want to have the surgery.”

“…That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Levi brought himself to his feet, hands brushing off the imaginary dust that clung to his clothing. Without much warning, his hand hooked around your arm and hoisted you up, his strength guiding you towards the door. “You want to die? Then do it under someone else’s watch.”

“Let go,” you demanded, yanking your arm away from his grip. Frustration simmered inside of your veins, your hurt and anguish for this man finally spilling out in one fell swoop. Hot, fresh tears gushed from your eyes, yet you made no move to conceal them. Your heart was, for the first time in over ten years, on display for Levi to see and the fear of his rejection wasn’t enough for you to keep your silence any longer. “You don’t get to dictate what I can and can’t do! So what if I don’t want the surgery? So what if I’m being stupid? Even though I’m like this, I can’t let go! So, what am I supposed to do, Levi?”

The raven-haired male was silent for a moment, drinking in your broken features with a glint of concern etched into his body language. It was faint and difficult to see, but you knew him like the back of your hand; it was easy to tell and see what he was thinking, at this point. His lack of response prompted you to shake your head, your voice small and as fragile as splintered glass as you asked, “Is there really no way you’d love me back? Am I putting myself through hell for nothing?”

Levi was tight-lipped, body tense and unmoving as he continued to study you. Desperate, you latched onto the sleeves of his jacket, voice thick with tears. “I fucking love you, Levi. If there’s even a chance for you to feel the same, please tell me.”

A long, drawn out pause filled the air until Levi’s fingertips—calloused from years of training and fighting—uncurled your hands from his frame, features pressed into the same, apathetic expression you were so used to him wearing. “Get the surgery,” he said firmly, his singular sentence tearing you asunder from the inside out. Your face crumpled, the flower inside of your chest throbbing painfully at the notion that he would never love you back.

No matter how much you wanted him, Levi Ackerman wasn’t in love with you.

“I’m telling Hange when I walk out this door. Once it’s over, things can…go back to the way they were.” Helplessly, you watched Levi exit the room, missing the way his features twisted in misery as he listened to you collapse into yourself, your sobbing playing again and again inside of his head.

How could he promise you something when everyone he ever loved withered and died underneath his touch? You were too precious to lose, even if it killed him in the end.

Inside of his chest, a familiar burn pulsated, the urge to cough becoming more and more difficult to ignore even as his legs carried him down the hall.

[bokutokoutarou]

anon asked: hello!!!! may i request some headcanons of Kuroo, Akaashi and Iwaizumi with their crush that gets cold easily?

ooh this was such a cute request, thank you anon :)

⌜ •   °    +   °   •   ⌝

KUROO, AKAASHI, AND IWAIZUMI WITH THEIR CRUSH THAT GETS COLD EASILY

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☆。*。☆。 Kuroo Tetsurou

Get ready to be teased relentlessly

“Damn [Y/N], I didn’t know you were cold-blooded”

“Jesus, did you just walk out of a freezer?”

“What temperature should I defrost you at?”

Despite his constant teasing, he doesn’t want to see you cold, so he’ll always give you his team sweater when you forget yours 

He secretly hopes that you’ll forget to bring your own sweater because he TOTALLY has a thing for seeing you wearing his

That doesn’t mean that he won’t tease you about it, though

“You know, [Y/N], if you keep wearing my sweater then people are gonna think we’re dating or something,” he always smirks as you put on his team sweater one sleeve at a time

“You’re the one who always offers for me to wear it, Tetsu,” you retort every time he says his signature comment. “Do you want people to think we’re dating?”

“Pfft, no,” he fakes a scoff, but you’re always too busy zipping up the zipper of his sweater to see the light blush creeping up on his cheeks

Legit everyone thinks you and Kuroo are dating because of this oops

And it DOESN’T HELP when he smoothly offers to hold your hand while you’re walking beside each other because:

“Come on, [Y/N], it would be unfair to your hands if they were cold too”

Honestly just date this bed-headed smooth talker already akdjkjjkasjk

Okay, but he totally ends up asking you out by saying something so sly and stupid like:

“You know, if we dated then I don’t think you’ll ever be cold again”

“I don’t think that’s how it works Tetsu,” you giggle at him as you walk hand in hand, but he only smirks back at you

“Well then, what about you go out with me to test it out?”

This man is too smooth and perfect so if you say no then I’ll take him lmao

☆。*。☆。 Akaashi Keiji

He legit knows you’re cold before you do

Like hOW EVEN???

He always has an extra team sweater that he puts in his bag every morning just for you because he knows that you always forget to bring one

You do forget to bring it most of the time, but sometimes you leave it home on purpose because you’d much rather wear his sweater than yours

He totally figured this out a long time ago though, but he won’t stop giving you his sweater because he secretly thinks you look ADORABLE in it

Plus, there’s no way you’re gonna be cold on his watch

Throughout the day he’ll constantly ask you if you’re cold, and even if you say you’re not he’ll still make you wear his sweater “just in case”

And whenever he invites you to his house to study, he’ll turn up the heat in his house and give you a blanket if you need it because he doesn’t want to see you get cold

Also, these are TOTALLY study dates but y’all just won’t admit it

One day, you were walking home together after school and it had unexpectedly started to snow

“Are your hands cold?” he asked you, noticing how your hands had started to shake as the temperature dropped lower and lower

You nodded your head, and before you knew it, his hands were enclosed around yours, and he was gently rubbing small circles on them with his thumbs

Your eyes widened at his sudden actions. “What are you—”

“It helps with circulation,” he told you in a neutral voice, but you noticed that he was red in the face, and there was a good chance that it wasn’t just because of the cold

As you walked the rest of the way home, he kept one of his hands enclosed around yours, for “warmth purposes”

You and him both knew that despite his words, it meant much more than that

☆。*。☆。 Iwaizumi Hajime

His jacket’s made of husband material ahsjjsjxjznznz

Iwa’s a total gentlemen, so if he ever sees you shivering then he will take his jacket off his back IMMEDIATELY and give it to you

Like, he won’t even hesitate

There could be a whole damn BLIZZARD outside and he’ll legit make you put his jacket on on top of yours because: 

“It’s alright [Y/N], I can handle a little cold”

Aww, he’s so sweet, but spoiler alert: he’s only human and he probably can’t

He’ll highkey be shivering as you both are walking home in the middle of a snowstorm (with you bundled up in his jacket on top of yours, of course)

“Are you sure you’re not cold, Hajime?” you ask him, feeling guilty that you’re warm when he’s clearly not

“N-no, I’m warmer than ever,” he tells you stubbornly, not taking his jacket back even if you offer it to him 1000 times

You don’t believe him though because his teeth are chattering and he’s red in the face, but little do you know that he’s not red from the cold — he’s just blushing because you just said his first name

Since you have your first period class together, sometimes he’ll surprise you with coffee or tea in the morning to warm you up

But once Oikawa found about this he legit RIOTED because:

“Iwa-chaaaaan, I want tea too!!!”

Yeah, needless to say there was no way in hell Iwa was buying Oikawa tea lmaoo

One day, as you were drinking the warm beverage that Iwa bought you, the girl sitting in the desk beside you said:

“Aww, it’s honestly so sweet that your boyfriend brings you a drink every morning. I wish my boyfriend would do that...”

“Oh, we’re not dating,” you giggle obliviously, before taking another sip of your drink

Iwa hears this from across the room, and he internally slaps himself because he really needs to ask you out soon

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

My bestie, why do you never talk about your human OCs? Esmeralda, Quasi's human, and Katherine, Tugger and Misto's human? I'd love to know more about them! They sound so cool!

it's definitely not because i forget that they exist all the time lmao

Esmeralda:

she's a chef at a restaurant attached to one of Bustopher's clubs, and finds Quasi outside in the alley after he escapes from Macavity. Bustopher's the reason she finds him, the large tuxedo finds Esmeralda and tugs on her shoe until she follows him, and he shows her the scraggly, torn-up little cat.

Esmeralda nurses Quasi back to health, feeding him and bandaging up his face and tail, and helping him to feel like himself again.

They absolutely adore each other. Quasi's got his own spot in the restaurant window, and spends most of his days laying in the sunshine while Esmeralda works.

When they're at home, Quasi usually lays himself across his girl's shoulders as she walks around, cuddling against her neck happily.

Esmeralda loves how excitable and cuddly Quasi is, and never hesitates to scoop him up into her arms and snuggle him, twirling her sweet boy around the room.

She gives him his own collar, and Quasi wears it proudly.

Even though he disappears for long periods of time during the day, Esmeralda doesn't worry. She knows he can handle himself (given how he was when she found him), so as long as he comes home at the end of the day, she's happy.

Katherine:

She adopted Tugger as a kitten, when he was first allowed to roam outside of the Junkyard. He wandered into her house completely on his own, and Katherine wasn't sure what to think of the fluffy ball of attitude. After a couple months went by, and he kept returning, Katherine decided to get him a collar, and Tugger absolutely loves his fancy spiky collar!

Mistoffelees came a little while after Tugger got his collar, visiting all of the time. Katherine saw how close Tugger was with the quiet black cat, and knowing how black cats were usually treated, she decided to get him a collar as well!

Tugger and Misto's First Names (the Names Katherine calls them) are Leo and Eclipse

Katherine's home is definitely a hub of safety for the Jellicles. A little while after she adopts Tugger and Mistoffelees, there's a Macavity attack, and Tugger and Mistoffelees make the decision to take the younger cats and kittens to Katherine's. She doesn't question it, just gives everyone food and a warm spot to sleep.

She has the sense that her cats aren't "normal" cats, they do things sometimes that she can't explain, but she doesn't question it.

She's an artist, and is the one who made Mistoffelees' jacket. She's also very patient, and just laughs at Tugger's personality. She's managed to learn how to sew around the large maine coon who enjoys taking up residence in her lap.

She also has a little bell on Mistoffelees' collar, because he'll disappear, and Katherine likes knowing where her mysterious Eclipse is.

When Tugger and Mistoffelees show up with a little grey kitten in tow, Katherine can't help but completely fall in love with her and bring her into her little family.

[cl-01-kestis]

Caf

Dismay - Grand Admiral Thrawn x Rebel!Reader | Part 9

Summary: As you adjust to living with Thrawn from now on, you share some of your memories of your birth and the things he missed out on.

Warnings: a detailed description of Thrawn’s morning routine lmao, menstruation, pretty long chapter

It was dark, cold but somehow warm in the place where you were lying. This felt much different compared to the prison floors, instead of hard concrete you were lying on fresh, cotton sheets, and a mattress that made you believe you were sleeping on a cloud. You shifted with your eyes still closed, your consciousness and awareness returning to you and making you realise that you were inside Thrawn’s chambers.

You remember the small incident that took place before you fell unconscious, you weren’t quick to forget that Thrawn specifically told you he’d take you to his chambers so you didn’t suffer Pryce’s punishments, you were grateful for that.

Opening your eyes, you realised it was dark, very dark. For seconds, you saw nothing but pitch black but soon your sight adjusted to the dark surroundings and you turned your head around to see a window, the Lothal moon shining through and giving the room a bit of light for you to see where you were sleeping at. You turned your head back around and jumped slightly when you realised you were lying a meter away from Thrawn, who’s back was turned to you as his body lay almost at the edge of the bed. For a minute you stayed put, looking at the back of his head and noticing some long strands that needed cut. He was wearing a white vest from what you could see, the rest of his body covered up by the thick quilt which you were also lying under.

From where you were lying, you could feel Thrawn’s body heat. You, right now, were freezing cold. Your top half wasn’t covered by the quilt and you were cold as you shifted in your position.

Sitting up, you very carefully and silently removed your jacket whilst moving your feet, coming to the realisation that Thrawn had taken off your shoes. You smiled, feeling the cool air of the chamber hit your bare arms and neck and sending a ray of shivers over your skin. Wincing, you returned to your spot underneath the covers and wiggled yourself closer to Thrawn without waking him up, keeping your arms and legs to yourself but trying to get as much warmth as you could.

You closed your eyes once more, shivering slightly due to your lack of body heat and trying to warm yourself up by rubbing your hands together quietly, breathing hot air on your fingers and letting out a tired yawn. You sighed, head against the pillow and limbs achy as you let out another yawn.

As you were about to drift off to sleep once more, the man lying beside you turned his head very slightly and noticed that you had moved closer to him. He’d heard your shuffling but wasn’t sure what you were doing, he hoped you weren’t escaping if anything.

Thrawn looked at you from the side with a hidden smile, eventually shifting his position so he was facing you, your head level with his chest and hands cupped idly against your chest. The Chiss wrapped an arm around you and pulled himself close to you, tangling his legs with yours and using his other hand to cradle the back of your head against his chest. Still awake, you wrapped an arm around his waist and nestled into his touch, the corner of your lips curling up ever so slightly.

This felt like home to you in every possible way.

Thrawn felt your soft breath plush against the skin where his vest didn’t cover, slowly breathing and completely at peace as you dozed off back into sleep. Very delicately, not wanting to wake you up, he brushed his lips against your hair and planted a small kiss on your strands, closing his own eyes when he felt the familiar sting of exhaustion.

By the time it was the early morning, and Thrawn had to wake up, the two of you were tangled in each other. Your legs were locked with his, both of your arms engulfed him in a warm embrace and somehow you had shifted to lying on your back in your sleep, Thrawn’s head resting on your chest peacefully. The Chiss man woke up naturally before the alarm on his bedside table went off, he was quick to cancel the alarm before it woke you up. He didn’t want to disturb your sleep, you needed as much of it as possible.

Thrawn stayed for a moment longer after he turned off the alarm, his knuckles stroked your cheek as you slept and stayed completely still. He smiled, feeling his heart beat terribly fast inside his chest the more time he spent looking at your beautiful face.

With a silent huff, he pushed himself up from the messy bed and patted his palms on his knees, his eyes felt heavy even though he slept well. Rubbing his eyes, he finally stood up and walked out of the bedroom, peering over to his window and noticing that the sun was coming up. Quietly, he walked over to the window and pulled down the blinds so you wouldn’t be woken up by the sunlight.

Thrawn returned to the main office outside of the bedroom and yawned to himself, turning to a door opposite his chambers on the other side of the office, dragging his feet as he entered what appeared to be a small kitchen. Turning on the light, he prepared himself a Caf, and also made you one as well whilst he was at it. He remembered the way you liked your Caf, he never forgot. You always used to complain that his was too strong and he needed milk, the memory made him chuckle as he stirred some sugar into your Caf.

Walking back to his office, he propped himself down on his chair and pulled up his inbox on his holopad, checking if he received any urgent messages for missions he had to tend to. To his relief, there was nothing sent, only the emails that had been viewed already from the days before. He scrolled through the news in boredom, sipping elegantly at his Caf cup and blowing softly on the dark brown liquid, he didn’t want a burned lip at this time of the morning.

There was nothing exciting happening in the galaxy, only reports of rebels and the different wanted warrants that were up. Thrawn kept scrolling until he eventually landed on a current holo video tape from a very familiar face. His daughter.

“-been kidnapped by the Empire, I need help, anyone’s help, to get my mom back... please-“ And the message was quickly cut out by Imperial protocol, covering the message with a jurisdiction sign that prohibited the rest of the message from being played.

Thrawn sat in his chair for a few tense seconds, scratching the back of his head, and guilt started pouring through. He wanted to let Omani know you were safe and not being tortured in some interrogation dungeon, he wanted her to know he cared for you, just as much as he cared for her. You were his family, and he told you already, he wasn’t going to let the rules of the Empire stop him from protecting you both. He swore by it.

With a quiet sigh, he switched off his holopad and rubbed his hands over his face, pulling down his eye sockets slightly before frowning and standing up from his seat. He had to get ready for the day, it was already getting a bit tight for time.

Before Thrawn went for a shower in his refresher, he collected his clothes from the bedroom very quietly and also tried not to get distracted by your beautiful sleeping form. He admired you as you tossed in the messy sheets of his bed, your jacket off and chucked on the floor beside the bed and abandoned.

Usually, he would be much more quick than this. By the time he got in his refresher, he would’ve been getting his Admiral uniform on by now if it weren’t for the fact he was taking care of someone, and that someone was a person he loved very much.

Thrawn winced as he thought of his hidden feelings for you, scrubbing the shampoo through his strands of wet navy hair and ducking his head under the water to rinse it out. He hated this feeling, the feeling of denial and secrecy. For years he kept his feelings towards you bottled up and he never once let it slip that he wanted to be fully with you instead of sleeping with you and letting you stay, on the odd occasion, for the night.

You had a somewhat relationship whilst you were at the Empire, but there was never much exchange of any feelings, the two of you avoided saying the three words as much as you could because the both of you were afraid of rejection. But the fact you knew Thrawn for your entire life was proof and valid reason as to why you fell in love with him so quickly. If anything, you always had a thing for him even if he was years older than you. It wasn’t until the Empire that those feelings started mixing with lust, then everything went south.

Sighing, Thrawn kept his head under the water for a long minute, his eyes looking at the floor but they were unfocused. All he thought about was you, You plagued his mind constantly, and the interaction he had with you last night left a lingering sensation on his skin that he could still feel. Thrawn couldn’t deny it at this point, he missed you, so much. Holding you last night made him realise that he longed for your attention and company for so long, yours and no one else’s.

You were so important to him, and as a 47 year old man, he could honestly say that he loved you. Back when he was younger and more unfamiliar with the feeling of love, he saw it more as a negative than positive. He didn’t want to get distracted by his work, or having the fear of something happening to you and having his heart broken. But now, things were different. You were here, in his chambers on Lothal, protected, safe, and sleeping in his bed with little to no anxiety. Yes, you were inside an Imperial base, but no one knew you were in his chambers apart from Pryce and her men. He didn’t need anyone else knowing.

Thrawn got out of the shower with an empty expression, brushing his teeth at a quick pace and spitting out his toothpaste in the bathroom sink where the tap was turned on. After rinsing out his mouth to get rid of the foul taste of morning breath, Thrawn wrapped a towel around his waist tight and opened his refresher doors, a cheeky yawn escaping his lips as he stretched out his limbs and walked out into the office once more.

As he done that, the door to his chambers opened and you walked out in all your loveliness, but also tiredness. Messy hair, tired eyes, wobbly legs, and wearing the same clothes you had on yesterday. You rubbed your eyes, opening them up and immediately freezing up when you saw Thrawn wearing nothing but the white towel over his hips.

“Maker- I’m sorry” You spluttered, covering up your eyes with your hands and turning around to avoid the chances of peeking through your fingers and looking at Thrawn’s almost naked form.

The Chiss smirked, leaning on the side of his desk and folding his arms over his chest as he noticed how tired you looked. The sound of the shower had obviously woken you up, either that or you had just woken up naturally.

“Pardon me for making such a brash comment, but you’ve seen worse, Rcati” Thrawn’s cool voice called out to you in the tense silence. Rolling your eyes underneath your hands, you let out a long sigh and felt your cheeks glow with embarrassment. He was right, but now wasn’t the time to be talking about that stuff. You had literally woken up minutes ago and one of the first things you see is the near naked body of your past lover. Great.

“Fair point, but I’ve just woken up” You chuckle, avoiding staring at his body as much as you could as your hands covered him from your sight. Thrawn kept the smirk on his face, tilting his head to the side and raising a brow as you turned around to head to his kitchen, obviously needing a Caf. As you stepped into the kitchen, you uncovered your eyes and looked back at Thrawn, this time without a blush and more of a casual way.

“You prepared me Caf?” You asked with a smile, the corners of your lips widening as Thrawn nodded his head and took a sip of his own Caf. You headed into the kitchen and came back out with the Caf cup in your hands, a joyful expression on your pretty face. Thrawn couldn’t help but stare, he was in awe at the way you delicately sipped at the scolding hot liquid, flinching back quickly as you cringed as your lip got slightly burned. It was the smallest details he payed attention to, even the way the wrinkes on the outer corners of your eyes deepened as you narrowed your gaze. He loved that he was able to experience you in all your Grace once again, this time in person and instead of the blue buzz of the hologram.

“The refreshers free for you to use, I have to get dressed and attend the morning briefing so I might not be here when you come out” Thrawn spoke with an unmissable disappointed tone, but you didn’t mention anything about it.

“I’ll get some clothes for you, I’m not having you wearing those rags all the time” He leaned off from his desk and walked towards you as your back pressed against the arch of the kitchen door. You tensed, going in to sip your Caf but immediately freezing as Thrawn came up to you, looking down at you with his piercing fiery gaze, and smiled.

“These aren’t rags, you Imperials are just too pristine” You defended, looking down at your white T-shirt and khaki combat trousers which were far from rags. Either way, Thrawn’s smile widened and he shrugged, crossing his arms over his bare chest and making it nearly impossible for you not to stare. Desperately keeping your eyes glued to his, You sipped your Caf through a clenched jaw until Thrawn made his next move.

“Well it’s either the clothes I give you, or nudity, and I’m sure you don’t want the second one” He bit back a grin as your eyes widened at his words, a flustered state consuming you once again as you spluttered out a small ‘the first one’ with a hot face. You felt rather agitated though, it was barely 24 hours since you had been captured and Thrawn was already having a form of authority over you. It pissed you off but at the same time, it made you feel taken care of. Your independence was irritated.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed then, don’t let me hold you back” You murmured, finishing off your Caf and placing the cup in the kitchen sink before scurrying past Thrawn who was still standing against the door frame with a coy expression on his handsome face.

“Do you still keep the towels in the bathroom?” You asked quickly, turning around to him once more just as you were about to enter the refresher.

“Of course, and feel free to use one of my shirts if I’m not back in time with the clothes. Also, if anyone comes in, just stay in my bedroom with the door locked and wait until they leave” Thrawn explained, nodding to you curtly before walking across the office and back into his room, sending you one last smile before he closed the door to get dressed. You stood alone outside for a few seconds, your face hot and eyes burning at the image of Thrawn’s bare chest and his biceps.

It was too early to be thinking of this stuff, in terms of time, and the amount of time you had been reunited with him. You were moving too fast, barely a day ago he saved you from definite torture and now all of a sudden he’s shirtless and wearing nothing but a towel, good Lord.

You entered the refresher and locked the door, undressing yourself from your rebel clothes and leaving them in a pile on the black bathroom floor. This felt so foreign, but at the same time you had been in this room before, a long time ago, many many times. So you remembered how to navigate your way around his refresher, the shower was in the same place and so was the sink, the interior was all the same.

As you stepped inside the shower, you felt a flush of relief wash over you as the cold water glided over your skin. It was a bit of a shock at first, but you remembered that Thrawn always had a cold shower in the morning to wake himself up, which was a pretty smart move.

Adjusting to the temperature of the water coming from the riser-kit shower head, you drenched yourself completely before grabbing hold of the bottles beside you on a small shower shelf. You stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes, mostly thinking about the strange situation you were in and not so much washing yourself, but you at least scrubbed your body and the places that needed to be washed.

When you came out, you wrapped your head and body in two large towels, larger than the towel Thrawn had around his waist. You looked at yourself in the mirror, face flushed at the memorable images of the man you once you used to sleep with, and they weren’t leaving your head anytime soon. You heard nothing outside of the refresher door, either Thrawn was still getting dressed or he left, and it was certainly not the first option.

You hoped he would at least bring you a tooth brush, you couldn’t do anything but swish some mouth wash in your mouth to keep your teeth as clean as you could for the time being. You warily walked out of the refresher, it wasn’t as cold as it was when you woke up but that was due to the cold shower. Walking to Thrawn’s room, you made sure he wasn’t in there before taking a step inside, looking around and noticing he had made the bed and layed out a shirt for you to wear. Your feet lead you to the side of the bed, picking up a small note beside the shirt which read in Cheunh:

‘I don’t have anything that might fit your hips or legs, but I hope this does you well till I come back, you can borrow my briefs as well if you’re uncomfortable wearing nothing on your legs’

Smiling at the letter, you placed it on the bedside table and dropped the towel from your body, tensing at the cool air but quickly covering yourself with Thrawn’s black T-shirt which was rather baggy on you and draped down to your thigh. Taking his offer, you, without looking as much as you could, went through his drawer and took out a pair of black briefs for you to wear. Practically everything Thrawn wore apart from his admiral uniform was black, he had the same taste in fashion as he did 14 years ago, but it was mostly clothes to suit the Empire.

You had a lot of time to waste, especially if Thrawn was away getting you clothes and attending morning briefings. You knew how long those briefings took, so you didn’t need to worry about him turning up randomly any time soon.

Tip toeing around his office in his baggy shirt and briefs, and you sat in his chair, feeling the arm rests with your palms as you nuzzled into the comforting internal cushioning against your back. You looked at all the things he had collected over the years, Sabine’s spray paint art being one of the most noticeable things. You stood up from his chair, moving slowly towards all the things stacked neatly on shelves and figuring out where to start.

On the shelf in the middle which was level height with you, a fairly large bag sat slumped on the shelf, looking deflated and like a half sack of starfruit. You, curiously, pulled it off the shelf and sat on the ground with it in your arms. Setting it in front of you, you unzipped the bag, quick with anticipation as your fingers fumbled with the zipper. You looked inside the bag, eyes concentrating on multiple pieces of clothing, photos, small trinkets and notes.

All which belonged to you.

Gasping, you eagerly pulled out most of the thing from the bag, small trinkets spilling from your arms and falling beside you. You looked at the clothing in your arms, identifying it as your old Commander uniform. As surprised as you were, you set the uniform on the ground, grimacing as you wiped your hands against one another before returning your gaze to the stuff in front of you.

You picked up a few of the notes lying about, all of them spelt in Cheunh or Sy Bisti, so others couldn’t understand you apart from Thrawn. You wanted to stop reading but you didn’t, drinking in the words you forgot you wrote years ago and realising just how obvious you were about your emotions. There was all sorts you talked about in your letters, from Thrawn’s welfare, to you talking about your day. Passing notes was a sentimental thing to you and Thrawn, it always had been. Instead of sending each other holo messages, you would deliver small notes and slip them underneath each other’s doors. Passing notes was also a thing you done back on Csilla, when the two of you couldn’t see one another as much. You picked up a few things you remember you had left behind before you escaped the Empire, things like small hair clips to keep your hair in place and also a hairbrush.

Shifting your attention to a bunch of photos at the bottom of the bag, your hand instinctively reached out and picked the small pile up. Your eyes greedily looked over the photos, a cold sweat raising over your skin as your eyes peered over the faces of your parents. A photo which was at the front of the pile was of you and your family before you were sent off to the Royal Imperial Academy, your mother on your left and father on your right. You had just turned 25 when that photo was taken, hair luscious and full of colour and your face free of wrinkles.

You sat for a long time looking at the photo, no tears in your eyes due to how shocked you were. You didn’t expect Thrawn to keep photos of you and your parents for so long, he must’ve collected the things you left in your room after you disappeared. The thought of him doing that made you smile.

Placing everything back inside the bag, you stood up and moved it back on the shelf where you originally found it, trying to make it look untouched.

You pressed your palms firmly on your back and leaned back, scrunching your face up as small cracks erupted from your spine had made you sigh in relief. Unbelievably, you let out a tired yawn and rubbed your eyes, walking to the kitchen to get yourself another Caf as you bummed a soft tune to yourself. The Caf machine buzzed as it poured the bitter hot liquid into the cup you used before (and made sure to clean out before using again). You picked up a sashe of brown sugar and yawned once again as you stirred it into the full cup of Caf. Leaning your lower back onto the edge of the kitchen counter, you continued humming softly as you sipped carefully on the piping cup of freshly made Caf.

For a while it was quiet, not much noise apart from the birds chirping outside Thrawn’s chamber windows. You trailed outside of the small kitchen and walked back into Thrawn’s neat and tidy bedroom, Caf in hand and bare feet padding against the black floors of the chamber. The sun was now fully risen, and by the looks of it, the day at the Imperial factory had started. Your eyebrow twitched, looking at the tall towers of smoke and wishing you could destroy it all if you had the power.

As you hunched yourself up onto the windowsill, which was wide enough to take your weight, you brought a leg up and let the other dangle. You felt quite listless, looking at the factory of grey and feeling like the energy was draining from you. You wondered if Omani was okay, you at least hoped she wasn’t panicking to the point of a panic attack about your imprisonment. You wish you could tell her Thrawn was taking care of you.

Resting your head on the windowsill, the sound of the chamber door opening echoed in the distance and alerted you out of your relaxed state. Just as you were about to hide under Thrawn’s bed in case it was an Imperial officer, Thrawn came through and looked around before spotting you.

“Oh, sorry, I should’ve announced first that it was me” He smiled awkwardly, holding a pile of clothes that he set down on the bed before standing back up and holding his hands behind his back.

“Don’t worry, I’ve not been up to much” You yawned, cradling your cup of Caf and taking continuous sips of it as Thrawn walked over and looked out of the window with you, being careful not to get too close and make sure no physical contact was possible. You frowned a bit at his caution.

“I’m afraid the Empire doesn’t offer much leisure, but I’ve sent your device to be repaired, so hopefully you can get in touch with Omani” Thrawn stated, returning his gaze to you and feeling his chest tighten as you smiled, your eyes gleaming.

“Really?” You sounded in disbelief, but Thrawn simply smiled more and nodded his head.

“T-thank you” You felt yourself heat up in the face but you ducked your head before Thrawn got a chance to see anything.

“It’s not an issue, Rcati,” Thrawn bowed his head very slightly. “I hate to cut chatter short but I’ve got multiple messages coming in, can I trust you to keep yourself occupied whilst I’m working?” The Chiss asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I swear you still treat me like a 4 year old, I’m a grown woman. Just as long as no lousy officer comes through the door, then I’ll be fine” You chuckled. Thrawn grinned, nodding his head and saying nothing before turning around and making his way out of his bedroom. Watching him until he was out of sight, you returned your gaze to outside, your Caf cup clutched close to your chest as you let out a small sigh of emptiness. You should probably get some more rest.

Looking at Thrawn’s bed, you smiled to yourself before landing on the ground with a soft thud from the window will. Placing the Caf cup onto the bed side table, you sat down on the comfy quilt and got yourself underneath it, silently apologising to Thrawn for messing it up after he made it barely an hour ago. You fell asleep smiling, head smushed between two feather-light pillows and body limp underneath the covers, staying like that for a few hours.

-

When you woke back up, there was a horrible pain in your abdomen. You didn’t sit up, immediately recognising the pain and cursing to yourself in Cheunh before cranking your head up and opening your legs whilst still lying on your side. You let out an agitated sigh, carefully launching yourself up and off the bed whilst still regaining consciousness. Thankfully there was no blood on the sheets or mattress, thank the maker. But Thrawn’s boxers weren’t so lucky, they stuck to you and the moment you stood up, it was as if a pool of water erupted.

“Fuck” You groaned, holding a hand underneath your crotch to make sure no blood spilled on the floors as you waddled over to the chamber door and grabbed onto the arch. You looked around the corner, spotting Thrawn working at his usual office chair. A sharp pain stabbed its way through your womb and you let out a cry of distress, immediately alerting the working Chiss who snapped his head up and saw you crouching on the floor with a scrunched up expression.

“Rcati! Are you okay?” He stood up from his seat and walked over to you at a faster than usual pace, his eyes wide and searching all over to see what was wrong. You nodded your head, reaching out to him and pulling yourself up as you breathed in.

“Period, do you have any towels?” You asked awkwardly, mouth curling up slightly to try and diffuse Thrawn’s worry but he knew exactly what you were talking about and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were having a heart attack” He frowned.

“I might as well with all this pain” You replied sharply, clutching onto his white uniform and returning your hand to underneath your crotch.

“I’ll have someone send something” Thrawn nodded, helping you over to the refresher politely and staying by the doorway as he commed someone to bring sanitary products without a single shadow of embarrassment. You know he would get questions, why would a man who lived alone want sanitary products? Either way, you felt flattered.

“Are you feeling alright?” Thrawn asked, his back turned to you as you removed the boxers from your legs and slipped them off, sitting down on the toilet just for support so you didn’t fall over.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to be so polite about my modesty, you’ve seen me in this position before” You chuckled, looking up at Thrawn who smiled before turning his head to look at you, at your face and nowhere else as you sat hunched over, so there was no chance of him seeing anything else.

“That’s true, and you give me a heart attack every time it happens” He rolled his eyes, arms folded over his chest as he smiled down at you. You winced quietly as another cramp hit you, clutching your knees and doing your best to stay quiet.

“I’ll get you some medicine” Thrawn suggested, but you knew you wouldn’t get a choice in what he done. If it was to do with your health care, he wouldn’t waste a moment to help you feel better. He still showed that.

Thrawn returned with a glass of water and two tablets, without hesitation you took a mouthful of water and swallowed the tablets into your system, hopeful that they at least ease the pain off for the time being.

“I’d be lying if I said this was the worst pain I’d ever felt” You commented, leaning your elbows on your knees and looking at your feet.

“What do you mean?” Thrawn asked curiously, crouching down to your level and sitting on the ground with his back against the archway of the door.

“Birth was 100x more painful than this” You explained, eyes going unfocused as you remembered visions from your time in the hospital ward on Yavin, Ahsoka by your side as well as rebels who were waiting outside in anticipation.

“Could you maybe tell me about it? If it’s okay” Thrawn asked curiously, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you with gleaming eyes. He was glowing.

“It’s a long story” You sigh.

“I’ve got time” He smiled, nodding his head to you which made you let out a silent laugh.

“Alright... well, I was in my room with my roommate at the time when my water broke, I put up with 13 hours of contractions after that before I got the chance to go to the hospital,” You frown slightly, scratching your knees for no reason.

“I can’t remember much apart from the time Omani arrived, all I can remember is the pain. But it was all worth it, even down to the tear I got after I pushed her out. Through all the stitches and anaesthetics, needles and cramps, and she was so beautiful” You felt yourself tearing up and your voice cracked slightly as you continued talking to Thrawn.

“She was a pretty heavy baby, she cried a lot, but as soon as i held her, it was as if a switch was flicked... it got so quiet, she just looked up at me and knew I was her mama, she even lifted her head up a few times” Your smile widened as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it off and swallowed down your feelings as you looked back at Thrawn.

He was enchanted by you, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a smile. You felt joyful just looking at him but the familiar feeling of reality dawned on you once again when you almost forgot that you were on opposite sides and this type of peace wouldn’t last forever.

“What did your parents think?” Thrawn asked. Your smile dropped and for a second you were close to crying.

“They loved her” You said through a broken voice, wiping the corners of your eyes as your lip quivered. Thrawn’s smile seemed to fade as he watched you struggle to keep in your tears. Something was up.

“They only got to see her a few times though” You sniffed, hands shaking as you clutched your knees once more and breathed deeply.

“How so?” Thrawn frowned, looking as though he was trying to figure out the answer himself before hearing yours.

“They... died” Was all you said before falling completely silent, avoiding Thrawn’s shocked gaze as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was startled by your answer, but he didn’t keep in touch with his family therefor he wouldn’t have found out from them. But it was still unfortunate, your mother cared for Thrawn like he was her own at times and he respected her and your father a lot, almost more than his own parents.

“I’m so sorry” He sounded genuine and sincere, his tone comforted you because you knew he wasn’t saying it just to pity you. He knew them just as well as you, and you knew this came as a shock to him.

“It was a ship crash, 5 years after Omani was born. Neither of them were angry I ran away from the Empire, if anything they supported me with everything I did. They even visited the place I was living in to see their granddaughter,” You wiped a tear.

“Tell you something though, they were really surprised that Omani was Chiss, they asked me so many questions about who the father was... but they pieced it together themselves and my mom literally started crying” You allowed yourself to laugh, your tears brushing away as you cleared your throat and returned your sight to Thrawn who was blushing.

“She said to me ‘(Y/N), I had a dream this would happen, this baby is a true blessing to our family and his, it unifies us’” You spoke, wincing slightly as another cramp creeped up on you.

“She’s right” Thrawn spoke up after what seemed forever. “Our girl is a blessing, and I don’t care what side she’s on, rebel or not” Thrawn leaned forward, shuffling over to you and taking your hands with his as he looked up at you from his sitting position on the floor.

“You’ve given me a great gift, and a gift I never thought I’d have the privilege to have” He looked scared, not as in a bad way but rather a fear that he’s not yet had the chance to meet the gift he speaks of. You understood what he was feeling and turned your hands around to hold his securely.

“And you’ve given me this gift as well, Thrawn” You smile, looking down at him as his scarlet eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. You weren’t close enough to kiss, but you could tell he was thinking about it.

Just as either of you were about to do anything, there was a buzzer at the door and you jumped out of your skin as soon as it went off.

Thrawn chuckled, standing up and brushing his hand against your cheek before walking out of the refresher and towards his door, opening it to see the deliverer who was sent to his chambers.

“Just as you requested Sir” They said sternly, almost fearfully. You sat on the toilet with not much thought, only listening into the conversation as the deliverer was dismissed and Thrawn closed the door, returning to you. Where he wanted to be the most.

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round two | jhs

⤑  series: groupie love

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!hoseok x youtuber!reader, idol au.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: cursing, hickeys, (slight) oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it up, loves!).

⤑ A/N: wow, this is sooo late and i literally have no excuse bc i’ve been at home all day - i was just too lazy to pick up my laptop. LMAO. buuut! i really, really hope you guys like this part! 

Your conversation with Jimin is cut short, his words rushed as he tells you Yoongi is trying to FaceTime. He's hanging up before you have a second to wonder when the two of them had gotten close enough to be FaceTiming... and why there was so much excitement in his tone. 

 Before he was rushing you off the phone, you two had been talking about the dos and don'ts for you to follow tonight. Do: be flirty and offer a few laughs at his jokes here and there. Don't: decide everything falling from his lips was hilarious and deserved a reaction. Mentally, you took notes as Jimin listed off the simple rules for you to use as guidelines.

 You had been seconds from asking him to help you pick out what you were going to wear tonight, but he was off the line too quickly. Either way, you were going to at least try to be yourself tonight. It was no secret to you that Hoseok was mainly interested in the persona that you put on, you were determined to get him to like the real you just as much.

 Which meant the new clothes that you had bought when the two of you first started talking were pretty much a waste. Not comfortable in any of those outfits and they really didn't match your personality.

 Just because you had decided to be yourself, didn't mean that finding out which outfit highlighted your best self would be easy. It was hours before you were nodding at yourself in the mirror, satisfied. Your favorite white lace tank top neatly tucked into the waistband of a comfy pleated skirt. Casual, but still cute. This was your style. Hair done in loose curls, makeup kept natural... this was you.

 Your phone is dinging with a message from Hoseok, just as you're slipping your arms into a knit cardigan. He's outside, ready and waiting for you and the calm that you had been feeling earlier had been washed away. A nervous patter in your chest as you typed back your response, tucking your phone into your purse and making your way down the stairs.

 Hoseok is sat behind the wheel, dark sunglasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose and hair falling in messy curls onto his forehead. He grins when he sees you, leaning over the threshold to push the door open for you. You're sliding in beside him, instantly being intoxicated by his sweet scent that fills the car.

 “You look pretty,” He's complimenting as soon as you're settled, eyes dragging over your attire before he's smiling, nodding to himself and turning his attention to the road ahead of him.

 You smile your thanks, watching as he shoves the car into gear and pulling away from your house. 

 “Where we going?” Curiosity getting the better of you after you've been moving for a little bit, no destination in sight. He had his latest mixtape playing through the speakers, loudly, and you couldn't help but find it interesting he actually listened to his own music like that.

 “Studio,” He replies simply and you want to ask what kind of date could be had at the studio. But you don't, just nod your head and allowing your body to sink into the leather of his seats. 

 “So what's up with the new get up?” Hoseok is tilting his head in your direction and despite already knowing what you're wearing, you're looking down at your attire and scanning it over. “I mean, you look good. Just different from the first time I saw you,” He's quick to buffer when you're not answering him right away.

 Hands reaching for the hem of your dress, fingers toying with the edge as you shrug your shoulder. “This is more my style,” You reply simply, shocked at the smile that breaks onto his features. He's nodding his head, body bobbing with the action while he faces the road again.

 “I like it. Looks good on you,” 

 The compliment has butterflies rising in your stomach. The smile on your lips growing and the worry that you had of him not being interested in you anymore slowly washing away. It felt good to receive compliments for looking like yourself. Surprised that he had even noticed the change to begin with, to anyone else it would look like you had just decided to add some color into your clothes.

 It was as if he knew that what you had first presented to him, wasn't you.

Hoseok's studio building was much larger than you would've imagined. Looked like a tall industrial tower rather than a rapper's recording studio. Seemingly made of glass with the large windows that surround it. A thick laugh falls for his lips, noticing your awe at the sight. “It's not as dramatic on the inside,” He's reaching for his door, pulling it open and walking to the front of the car.

 With his hands tucked in his pockets, he waits. It takes you a moment to realize that he's waiting for you... and not coming around to do the gentlemen like thing and open the door for you. You step out behind him, his arm easily finding your waist as he pulls you close.

 “We won't be here for long, just gotta meet with the guys for a bit.” With a gentle tug he's leading you inside of the building.

 The two of you walk past the security check-in, not even having to go through the whole rundown you notice others are. Perks of being one of the biggest artists on this label. He's greeted with each step he takes, not a single person batting an eye at the fact that you're hanging off his arm. He must bring girls here a lot then, right?

 One short elevator ride later, you're turning the corner and facing a large door. 'GL' written in thick black lettering, spelled out underneath much smaller is 'genius lab'. So that's what they called it? He's pushing the door open immediately, expecting you to follow as he steps inside.

 The 'guys' he had referred to earlier were the same men you met at his show the other night. Scattered around the room, doing their own thing and not even flinching at the fact that someone new had entered their sanctuary.

 Joon stood in the both, determination wrinkling his brow as he tried out rhymes over the beat that Jungkook was playing for the controls across the room. Yoongi lounged on the couch, iPad in hand – fingers flicking frantically against the screen as he half-listened to the way Joon's voice voice caressed the beat.

 “You're late. Did you ask her?” Joon's voice echos around the room in place to the mumble rap he had been spewing just seconds before.

 Her? You take a second to peak around you, checking to see... you were the only 'her' here. They couldn't be referring to you, right? Ask you what? “Not yet,” Hoseok is replying with a roll of his eyes, shrugging off the colorful jacket he had been wearing.

 “Yoongi wants you to do adlibs,”

 Your brows furrow instantly, confusion riddling your features. “I don't sing,” Never once thought of it, your vocal cords just didn't work that way. What in the world made them think that it would be a good idea to have your voice mixed in with their track? That was just crazy talk.

 “First of all, it was your idea.” Yoongi's bored drawl fills the room, he's standing with a roll of his eyes and you can't help but notice the hickeys coating the side of his neck. When Jimin wanted to mark his territory... “And you wouldn't be singing, just like talking? Hobi here says you have a pretty voice, so why not?”

 Despite the way your eyes widen, your cheeks darken at the fact that Hoseok thought your voice was pretty. Was it bad that knowing that alone was able to turn you to mush standing where you were.

 “You think I have a pretty voice?” You're turning to face where Hoseok had sat, the smile not being able to be wiped from your lips. He's shrugging his shoulders, avoiding looking at you – focusing on what Jungkook's doing. “I watched some of your videos... it sounds nice and your laugh...” He's trailing off, acting as if he had become really interested in Jungkook's fingers when in reality he was hiding his blush.

 “Okay,” You're turning to Yoongi, smiling up at him. If this was Hoseok's idea of a date then you were down. Who knows, it could be fun being featured on one of their tracks... people listening and hearing your voice and wondering.

 “Alright, cool. You can go in once they're done. Say whatever you want, really. Moans aren't required but, hey... get into it.” Moans!? Were you going to... Yoongi is reaching for his iPad, tucking it under his shoulder and turning his attention to the remaining guys. “Now I need to go replace some Chanel earrings, y'all good until I get back?” You're nodding even though the question is not meant for you.

 The boys call back their answers as Yoongi makes his way out of the door. Sinking onto the couch, you watch Hoseok as he works. Admiring the way he looks, totally in his element as he gives direction and listens.

 You don't miss the way he steals glances in your direction, trying his hardest to cover it up. Gaze flickering away from you the moment that you catch him, but he's peaking back just seconds later not able to hide the smile on his face.

 Ignoring the butterflies that arise each time your eyes connect, you try your hardest not to let it go to your head. Like Jimin said. Completely uninvolved, your feelings should be. That's how it worked with guys like him. Yet, you couldn't shake the fact that he didn't act like guys like him... at all.

 It had been fun. Watching them work, the way they bounced ideas off of each other. How comfortable they were in the environment they created for themselves. A little while of you just watching passed before Hoseok was worrying that you might be bored, so lost in his work that he seemed to forget he was supposed to be entertaining you. It didn't matter, though, you were enjoying just watching him.

 He was ushering you over with a wide smile, arm slipping around your waist in the way you were starting to get use to. Without plan, you were leaning into his side, looking up at him with bright eyes as he spoke. 

 “What do you think of this beat?” A much slower pace from the songs that they usually released. Namjoon's voice leaked through, as a guide of the temp of the song and just as his verse was ending the beat was dropping. The slow sound speeding up, but still holding that powerful feeling. Hoseok's voice was heard next, his fast stylistic rap bleeding through.

 The song remained upbeat from that point on, lines being shared between the two of them. “This is really good!” You're exclaiming once the music was cutting off. Jungkook is leaning back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face.

 “I told you. It works better this way,” He was standing now, cocky that he had won the little argument that you had ignored earlier. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he's making his way to the door. “You guys can play with the rest,”

 “Don't even get like that, because-!” Namjoon is chasing behind him, the slam of the door cutting his sentence short. Left alone with Hoseok, you can feel the atmosphere of the room shifting. His eyes are on you as he's sinking into the seat that Jungkook had just been in, teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

 “You want to try?” Despite his casual question, there's a fire in his eye. A look that hadn't been there before, you don't think. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you close in front of him. Face level with your belly and getting in the doing an adlib is the last thing on your mind right now.

 The tips of his fingers trace over the curve of your back, sending chills down your spine. Heat cruising through your veins and forcing a stutter in your chest. Space. Some space would keep you from jumping him right now, you're sure.

 Taking a step back, you're nodding your head. “Yeah, it seems fun.” You're smiling and he's gesturing with his hand for the open doors of the glass room. You step in, securing the headphones onto your ears while watching him mess with the buttons on the panel. Suddenly, the song that you had just listened to was playing in one ear.

 “Just say whatever, when you think it'll sound good,” His voice is heard overhead and you're nodding. “Okay,” You can hear yourself in the ear that is not playing the music, the sound pushing a grin onto your lips. This was so cool.

 Hoseok watches you the entire time you're babbling, random phrases, and sayings falling from your lips. There's a sweet smile on his face, his eyes never leaving you even when the song has played out. “Do a laugh,” He's clicking on the talk button, his voice filling both of your ears. The sound so deep and husky, it has a pang of arousal rushing between your legs.

 He restarts the song and you wait, letting out a laugh where it sounded good. A soft smile pushes onto his lips at the sound and your heart warms. So content with the sound of your laugh, it seemed. You did it again, a quiet giggle this time. 

 There was no way you were going to get over how handsome he looked in this moment. Comfortably dressed, but fresh... clean. Plush lip trapped between his teeth, long fingers toying with the nobs and buttons and you can't stop yourself from thinking how good it would feel to have his hands on you again.

 The first time (and only time) you two were together, it had been a bit fast. Not much foreplay involved, not enough time to really get to know each other's bodies. Everything with him seemed fast to match his fast pace life. He didn't have time for formalities, he made that part pretty obvious. 

 But tonight, right now, it felt different. Just from the way he was looking at you, how he had been talking to you. The fact that he brought you along to work with him, when he clearly could've pushed hanging out to a later date. He wanted to see you, couldn't wait until he could; so having you in the studio with him was a great compromise.

 And it was funny, even without the proper chance to get to know each other, the knowledge of the stress that would come along with getting involved with him; you still liked him. Still craved him. Always wanting more. Couldn't get the thought of being together with him like that again out of your mind.

 Would it be different? Or the same? Better, most likely. You two had some time to get to know each other, become comfortable around each other. Who's telling what the two of you could get into the second time around.

 Feeling bold and growing bored with trying different laughs and mumbling phrases, you let out a moan. A tiny one at first, that he hardly even notice. Too concentrated on perfecting the audio levels. So you do it again, louder and more drawn out.

 Hoseok's head is whipping up, eyes wide as he stares at you. A smirk on your lips, you keep your eyes on his as you do it again. Eyes closing slightly and head rolling back. “What the...” It's like he had been frozen in place, wide eyes never leaving you. And to make matters worse, you decide to let a giggle fall from your lips at the sight of him.

 “How's that sound?” Your question has him falling back to reality, blinking a few times as he shakes his head. You watch the way a smirk lifts the corners of his lips, his hand lifting to push his messy hair back.

 “Ehh, sounds a bit forced. If you're gonna make those sounds, they need to sound natural.” His backs straightening, as if he's getting ready to stand up. Oh, how you wish he'd come in here and help you make these moans sound natural.

 Your eyes never leave his, not even for a second. “I'm not sure I know what you mean,” Head tilting and eyelashes batting the in the cute habit you picked up through the years. “Think you can help me?”

 He's standing before the words can leave your lips, long strides taken into the booth. Not daring to move a muscle as he moves to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around your stomach while he pulls your back against his chest. “It all depends how you want it to sound,” He's mumbling, freehand lifting to push your hair to one side.

 “Breathy?” His lips find the skin of your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along the length and pulling a breathy moan from your lips. It echos in your ears and your vaguely aware that all of this is being recorded. You can't bring yourself to care, though. Just a passing thought, your full focus on Hoseok.

 His tongue drags over your skin until he's able to catch your earlobe between his teeth. The palm of his hand is grasping at the fabric of your loose shirt, tugging at it until its being released from the waist of your skirt. “Surprised,” His hand is quick with the way it travels underneath your shirt, finding your bare breasts.

 He squeezes, a short yelped falling from your lips; not expecting him to do that. You can feel his grin against your skin, his little lesson long forgotten now that he had your tit in his hand. His fingers toy with your hardened nipple while he sucks hickeys into your neck. Head drawn back and resting against his shoulder, quiet moans falling from your lips and filling both of your ears.

 “I had a whole dinner planned,” He's speaking, pulling back from you just slightly. His hand still moves underneath your shirt and you're barely registering what he had said. “But... fuck, I just want to take you home. Can we skip it?” You're turning in his arm, catching the last bit of his sentence. Arms wrapping around his neck, chest pressed against his. “Let's skip it,” A breathy sigh falls from your lips, he's leaning in to cover your lips with his.

 The kiss so sweet, soft and there's a tinkle in your chest from the feeling of his lips on yours. He's pulling back slowly, but shaking his head before leaning in for another kiss. And then another. And another. Soon enough you're breaking into a fit of giggles, his smile felt against your lips.

 He pulls back enough to see your face, pretty eyes searching yours. Hoseok lifts his hands, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he smiles. “I think you could drive me crazy,” He's saying, not quite understanding the weight of his words. The questions instantly floating in your mind the second you register what he's just said.

 Not tonight. You'll over analyze later. Instead, you're leaning up on your toes, catching his lips one last time before mumbling out: “Take me home,” 

 When you had said 'home' not for a second did you think Hoseok would be driving the long distance back to your apartment. Parking his expensive car in your shared lot as if it was a normal place for it. Not enough time to mull over it because he's quick with helping you out of the car, allowing you to lead the way to your complex.

 Needy lips and desperate hands clash the second you two are closed within your four walls. Stumbled steps taken to your bedroom, bodies falling onto the mattress as his lips trail hungry kisses down the side of your neck. Strong hands on your hips, pushing your body up further on the bed as his kiss travels lower.

 It's a moment before you're realizing what he's doing, fists dragging your skirt down your legs. He groans at the sight of your simple panties, dark eyes lifting to find your face. “You're so fucking cute,” You can only imagine how you look right now, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. Mouth agape as you wait on heavy breaths on his next move. 

 His long tongue drags along your slit through the material, your back instantly arching at the contact. The moan that falls from your lips as his cock twitching in his jeans and he dives in, covering your mound with his mouth in hopes to hear those sounds again.

 Not long until your panties are soaked and sticky against your heat, nearly breathless and mind effectively turned to mush. He's looking at you again, watching your face as he peels your wet panties out of the way. The hem of your shirt is found by your hands, quickly being lifted and discarded.

 Hoseok's eye go wide slightly, train of thought lost as he lifts his body from between your legs. His lips wrap around your newly exposed nipples, lapping at the hardened skin. “Fuck,” You pant, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

 The tips of his fingers find your clit between your legs, rubbing figure eights into it's sensitivity while his mouth works against your once neglected bud. A string of curses, nonsense sentences slip past your lips as you feel your body warming.

 So fast. Just like everything else with him. No thinking required. The built is easily felt throughout your whole body, his fingers moving faster and his teeth beginning to nibble. You don't notice the way he's fumbling with his other hand, too focused on reaching your end.

 It's not until you feel that snap, your orgasm washing over you at the same time his cock pushing his way past your tightened folds do you figure what all the fumbling was about. “Oh, fuck!” You shout, legs lifting to wrap around his waist and pull him closer – ignoring the sensitive sting between your legs.

 “So... fucking, tight.” Hoseok gasps out, head now buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto your hips.

 There was just something about being with you like this... being with you at all, that had an unfamiliar swell rising in Hoseok's chest. It was safe to say that he liked you, way more than he liked to admit. 

 Enjoyed your company, thought you were pretty in the most delicate way, and felt this insistent need to protect you. Be there for you. Hold you close when you needed him. Wanted to be needed by you.

 It was something that he noticed when he first saw how nervous you were when you had met him. Something that he tried to ignore, keeping the mindset that he could just sleep you and that would be it. Boy, was he wrong. That just made everything worse. There was no way he could get you out of his mind now, after. He needed more of you. Craved it like a crackhead looking for their next fix.

 And you were so adorably transparent he didn't even need to wonder if you were feeling the same. Realized that you had changed your look in a way to impress him, get his attention... when in reality you would've had it no matter what to begin with.

 It was true, you caught his attention because of that whole thing... but there was something deeper than that. Something more to you that he couldn't really place at first. So no, he didn't start liking the persona that you tried so hard to keep up with, as if you didn't have tons of videos up of you actually being yourself, he liked you for that girl. The one with the pretty smile and the bright eyes.

 That's the girl that he could see himself being with. There were already too many fakes in the world, he liked you a whole lot better.

 The only problem was, he had no idea how to put that into words. Had a knot in his chest every time the thought came to mind. So he hoped this would be enough. Taking you back to his place, inviting you to his job, sleeping with you twice... this time in your room something that he usually never did. He hoped you'd pick up on the differences, be able to see that he was only like this when it came to you.

 Only softened to the feeling of your nails running over his scalp, only truly lost it when it was you wrapped around him like this. Squeezing him so tight as you reached your second peak of the night, wanton moans falling from your lips, cries of his name. He really only liked the way it sounded on your tongue.

 “Shit,” Hoseok's grunting out from the tightness of your fingers in his hair, the muscles in his legs and back tightening as he pushes into you fully. Body ridged as his arousal leaves his body in thick spurts.

 The warmth coats your walls, body falling limp against your sheets. He pulls out short after, his seed instantly rolling down the side of your leg. A sheen layer of sweat on your body makes you sticky, but he doesn't care. Rolling onto his back, he's reaching for you to hold you close.

 You're too tired, too spent to protest, complain about how you stink and should probably wash up before cuddling. Not like he'd be willing to let you go anyway, not with how at peace he felt just by holding you close.

 Head laid on his chest, you listen to his slow breathing an arm wrapped around his torso as the two of you laid in silence. What you would give to peek into his mind, find out what had him so quiet.

 Little did you know, his life was flashing before his eyes. The Hoseok he had once been, the dick who treated girls as nothing more than a whole slowly passing. This new refined Hoseok, ready to cherish you, respect you in ways he wasn't even sure of was blossoming.

 He was ready. Not for a second would he make you feel the way he knew he made the other girls feel. All he hoped was that you'd be willing to accept him. Losing you all at once becoming the scariest thing to him.

– he’s ½ of the famous rap duo, the 94′s. when stumbling upon a pretty youtuber, he’s quick to decide he wants to have her. but one night with her just doesn’t seem like enough.

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A/N: timestamps are important throughout the fic!! if you want to be added to the taglist, send me an ask! also if you asked to be on the taglist and aren’t on there, it’s because tumblr sometimes doesn’t let me tag ppl for some reason.

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Since it's getting colder, could I get hcs to Hephaestus and whatever two other fire units you want reacting to Mc going "Wow! My hands are cold as hell :D, here feel" and without waiting they grab their warm hand hand with their ice cold freezing ones?

sdfghgfd god I always struggle with pick you own requests because I have to stop myself from just going ahead and picking my favs lmao. But this was too cute not to do!!! gotta love some fluffy scenarios. (Also you’re a way better person than I am when I do that I go for the cheek and neck cause the reactions are hilarious)

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Hephaestus

Coming to hang out with the crafters it’s hard to stay in one place - there’s so much stuff to get distracted by and so many things to pull your attention away (all of which you attempt to touch because why wouldn’t you? It’s fun to find out what they do!). Which is exactly why you find yourself wandering around the place, running all around the outside of the building and only occasionally dipping in to check up on the stuff that’s happening indoors before going back out to run around again. Musashi’s usually doing rounds around this time too (despite how little fighting the guild actually sees) so you end up hanging around him for a little bit on one of his checks before it gets too cold for your liking and you decide to take shelter back inside, teeth chattering from the lack of winter-appropriate attire as you head inside the main building.

By the time you’re back down into Hephaestus’ workshop you’re still chilly. You guess that because Heph (and Talos, by extension) has a naturally higher body heat than you he doesn’t notice just how chilly his workshop can get sometimes, especially during the winter months. You’re rubbing your hands together, bringing them up to your face to puff hot air at them in a bid to warm them up as you trot over to where Heph’s standing. He spins around to greet you, expression lighting up at the sight of you approaching him, but you beat him to the punch with a “Hey, Heph - check out how cold my hands are!” and proceed to reach down for his hands, taking one of them and cupping your hands around it. 

You’re right about the difference in body temperature - it feels as though you’re holding a mini heater in your hands, though it’s not an overbearing warmth in the least, and you could almost swear that the skin gets just a little bit hotter than when you’d first grabbed his hands. The rush of added heat is just what you need, and you let out a blissful sigh as you feel the energy seeping back into your fingertips, fingers flexing free of the previous stiffness thanks to the weather. 

See, at your comment of feeling cold, the first thing Heph wants to do is find something to warm you up - he’s not going to let you just stand there and freeze and would probably end up swaddling you in blankets until you felt warm again. But at the same time, he does not want you to let go of his hands at all (you can’t convince me he isn’t touch starved to high heaven - he’s desperate for affection but doesn’t wanna ask for it). So there’s a few seconds where he flounders, looking around and hoping to find at least a blanket or stray coat nearby for you to wear; thankfully, Talos is always nearby on hand, and upon spotting the scene unfolding comes in prepared. The android bursts into the moment with a fleece blanket in tow, and while Hephaestus is miffed at him for interrupting the moment it doesn’t last long as the blanket’s draped over your shoulders and you lift up the one side as you move one hand away, offering it to Heph and telling him to get under with you so he can warm up too. You’re sure that the flames on the side of his face burn brighter as he tentatively leans in so you can slide the other end of the blanket over his broad shoulders.

Jinn

Being able to stay warm no matter the weather, Jinn fares better during the winter months than some of the other teachers, which sometimes means that some of the outside lessons often get delegated for him to oversee and teach. And he love the opportunity! It gives him more time with his students and he gets to be a little more active in their education; though it seems as though his students are feeling the chilly turn in the weather a lot more than he is. When you come jogging back over to one of the benches for a quick drink break you’re rubbing your hands, cussing out the cold but too stubborn to make the trek all the way back inside to go put something warmer on as you drop onto one of the benches and make a move to look for your drink. When Mr. Jinn comes over to check on you, you can't help but note how he doesn’t even seem to be feeling the cold - especially because his usual outfit hasn’t changed (seriously, you think you’d freeze over if you tried to pull off his typical clothing style).

Jinn’s ridiculously warm thanks to being a smoke genie, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t just about jump when you grab his hand out of nowhere, grinning up at him as you exclaim “It’s so cold out my hands are like ice - here, feel em!”. He fumbles a bit over his next words, cutting them off with an awkward cough into his free hand as you squeeze his other one. By comparison to the heat radiating from his body you are significantly colder, which is what ends up turning his attention away from the fact that you’re grabbing his hand and focusing it onto the fact that you’re right - your hands are like ice.

Not wanting his student to get cold however, he ends up lending you his signature jacket to warm up with - after all, what good teacher would he be if he didn’t help you warm up when it was so chilly outside! His jacket’s surprisingly thick and insulated, so it warms you up in no time as soon as he slips it over your shoulders and lets you put your arms into the sleeves. Burying your hands into the pockets you burrow into the item of clothing and give Jinn a grateful smile as you thank him, and he swells with pride at the praise, his demeanor visibly brightening. 

He’s so chuffed that he ends up letting you wear it for the rest of the class - even after the class, because by the time everyone heads back inside to go to their last lesson for the day the fact that you’re wearing his jacket has completely slipped his mind until Mr. Mononobe points out that he doesn’t have it with him. The two of you just about end up slamming into each other, as at the same time you’re on your way back to return it to him, Jinn’s rushing to retrieve it before the final bell; you narrowly avoid barreling into one another, but Jinn manages to catch the two of you before either of you fall. He’s still surprised to see that you’re wearing it, and almost doesn’t want to ask for it back because of how snug and content you look wearing it, but you end up sliding it off of you when you realize you’ve found him, offering him thanks for letting you borrow it as you hand it back to him.

Kyuma

Being cooped up inside for a while makes it easy to forget that everything is getting colder sometimes, which is exactly the case for you when you finally decide to go out and spend some time with Kyuma. Given how long it’s been since the two of you have last seen each other, Kyuma’s understandably looking forward to the meetup - you don’t get the chance to spend time together often, so when you’d gone out of your way to ask to hang out with him he’d been excited to take you up on the invitation. Kyuma’s more dressed for the occasion than you are, with him being bundled up with a jacket and David decked out in a fluffy scarf to keep warm; it makes you wish you’d came out in something warmer, but that thought soon goes to the back of your mind when the two of you start walking around together.

It’s only when the two of you stop looking around the shops for a quick break that you realize just how cold your hands are, as upon walking into the shopping centre the wave of warmth that hits you is enough to make your cheeks sting from the temperature change. You bring your hands up to rub your cheeks, only to pull them away upon feeling just how cold your hands are. Upon noticing your reaction, Kyuma turns to you and asks what’s wrong, perplexed by your reaction. In response you shrug and hold up your hands, commenting “Yeah, my hands are just cold as hell - here, feel how chilly they are!” 

As soon as the words leave your mouth you reach down and grab Kyuma’s hand - he’s kept them stuffed into his pockets while you’ve been walking around together, so they’re warm to the touch the moment you slip your hand into his, and you immediately feel a little bit warmer from the contact. The second he feels the cold contrast in your hands he yelps at the frigid skin, instinctively moving to pull his hand away with a yell of “Ah, cold!” when he realizes that it’s your hand that’s holding his. 

Kyuma flushes a little at the feeling, even more-so when you flash him a grin and say “See - freezing, right?”, completely oblivious that his reaction is from your boldness. Not trusting his words, Kyuma simply nods, but before you pull you hand away he, in a moment of courage, ends up tugging your hand, still intertwined with his, and slipping them back into his jacket pocket. The warmness of his hand holding yours alongside the warmth of the fabric already has you feeling less cold, but when you give Kyuma a inquisitive look he sputters out that like this he’d at least be able to help you warm up a little - if that’s okay, of course. He worries that maybe he shouldn’t have been so forward, but at the sight of you smiling, moving so that you’d be able to walk in stride alongside him that worry eases. This time, when the two of you continue walking it’s side-by-side, hands interlocked together as you dip between stalls and immerse yourselves back into the crowds.

[hhjs]

rewind, revive. (all that we are.)

pairing. — kim sunwoo x reader.

genre. — angst.

alternatively. — wherein letting go is all but a reminder of why he seemed to hold on.

mystery trope!

word count. — 2.8 k

note. — inspired the nbhd's 'wdywfm' and 'reflections'. (impacting characters exactly in that order of the songs.) this is unedited so bear with me lmao

Regret is a funny thing.

One can feel it approaching light years before the realisation hits. Like squinting at dim headlights in the distance, before the vehicle picks up pace, before the tires skid against wet gravel, before it finally, finally occurs that it's too late, too late to go back and walk away, to stop oneself from facing the impact head on. From having the air knocked right out of one's lungs.

Sunwoo knows for a fact what he is doing fits that criteria.

Something about the prevailing silence that comes after heated arguments is utterly eerie; being an on and off couple for the longest time indicated that you recognised that much.

"I think we should take a break. Figure things out on our own."

He looks at the little scar you'd gotten from accidentally ramming your toe into the doorframe because you were too excited to see him. (It's healing.) No, that's not right. From this position, sat atop the sofa, when he's holding his head in his palms as your tone rises mid syllable, that's all he can see. No, he can't look at you. He can't look at himself in your eyes now, dropped way below all expectations you held to him once, silhouette of his peeved face in them leaves a rancid emotion inside his belly.

"Is that what you really want?" You ask, this time with a slight hint of surrender in your voice.

Sunwoo wants to say he doesn't exactly know what he wants, what he is feeling, perhaps it's the aftermath of working too hard, taking on too much stress, or so Changmin explained to him earlier that week, he doesn't quite perceive himself as someone who could lament his problems easily - however, it's very clear to him that he is pushing you away, sealing himself off suddenly, missing out on dates, calls and falling short in the department of being his usual affectionate self.

Or maybe, Sunwoo doesn't love you anymore.

What if he's never loved you at all? What if whatever you have is all a resultant of mere infatuation and he was too young to differentiate from the start?

Whatever it is, Sunwoo isn't too sure, but you... obviously notice. He's always finding excuses to distance himself and it's changing you, who you used to be when he fell in love with you. In fact, every day is a constant evidence of just how disconnected your relationship is from how it was in the beginning, in the 'honeymoon stage' or whatever. The way he tenses up when you throw an arm around him every night he plops down against your shared bed too late, only entertaining your comforting words with monosyllabic responses; he seems to test your patience, trying to find your breaking point.

And this is it, he thinks.

What you suggested as an innocent movie night with him, trying to get him to talk to you, about anything, anything at all, soon took a bad turn when you reached out to interlock your arms and he found himself brushing you off.

It was just the same little act that piled and piled atop all of his 'little acts' and this final blow sent everything tumbling down, all at once. The way you stared at your spread out, empty palm as you asked him why he was being like this is an image he finds difficult to forget.

Albeit he doesn't hesitate, asking you to stop nagging him, to stop overreacting. To just leave him alone.

Now, with the weight of his words absent inside, all he senses is blatant emptiness taking refuge in its place, an epiphany that he can't take back what he said.

You don't say a word when Sunwoo's reply comes in the form of an affirmative nod and what's worse, he thinks, is that you don't look surprised.

As if you saw it coming all along.

...

When he agrees to put up with one of the double dates Eric set, it's because his friends are convinced that the relationship has reached a dead end. Sunwoo ignores that idea and indulges in what he perceives as newfound freedom.

Even though the excitement of getting to know someone new is momentary, replaced by a strong underlying feeling that nauseates him. Whenever Sunwoo looks over the candlelight and watches his date smile back at him, it feels like he's doing something wrong. Something hypocritical.

Recently, every day feels the same. Every hour melding into the same old routine. This is boredom, Sunwoo tells himself, though he's positive it's anything but.

It's quite a surprise not having chanced upon you by accident, given years of dating has merged your social circles.

Really, when he thinks about it, Sunwoo's known you for the longest time.

Since he was sure he would fail a calculus pop quiz and he kicked your chair to gather correct answers, you were so shy, innocent and how that sparked a sense of adoration in him for the first time ever, since you ended up becoming best friends in spite of your essentially different personalities. Sunwoo tries to remember the exact feeling of snowflakes collecting on his cheeks, in your eyelashes, his cool fingers in his pockets, while a street light buzzed overhead - not every detail is clear - but the sight of your beaming face as he timidly confessed his feelings is unmistakable. As time passes, he tries thinking about it more and more, afraid someday he'll look back and miss out the most essential rudiments of the event. Or worse, forget altogether. It's such a distant, fleeting moment that elicits a bittersweet sensation in him. Sweet because some part of him will always be entwined with some part of you, bitter because you were no longer together.

Sunwoo shakes his head, as though the gesture ought to come in assistance in ridding himself of the aforementioned thoughts. He's the one who wanted this whole break thing, right?

He pushes his trolley around, leans on the handle like he used to as a kid and paces up through empty lanes after looking around to see that the seven eleven store is mostly empty. He successfully breezes through aisles and throws in packaged kimbap, frozen fried rice and crisps to his trolley; and then, suddenly, a juice extract shelf in the distance catches his eye.

Sunwoo focuses his vision and marks his next destination, all the while imitating low humming of a makeshift engine with his mouth.

But of course, much to his dismay, his trolley jams right into another that approached out of the aisle to his side that he hadn't kept an eye on in moving only forward.

He mutters a string of quiet apologies, bowing briefly and hoping to God that the person hadn't heard him swear under his breath. "It's alright."

Sunwoo looks up and blinks curiously recognition washing over him.

It's only been a few weeks but the sight of your face, the real thing, not instagram photos, not the ones in his money bag or photo frames in his drawer, hits him with the force of a bullet train.

Your face is bare, shadows splattered against your forehead and the tip of your nose because you're wearing his - and he only realises now - ridiculously big, pink bucket hat, a hand casually positioned into a jacket pocket, there's something so endearing about this.

"Hey." Sunwoo says.

"Hey."

You stare at him for a good second and then as if realising something, you blink rapidly, fishing out a pear extract juice to dump it in his trolley. "Here."

It is an unspoken gesture, to relay that you still remember what he likes and what he doesn't like, that you've unraveled the likes of Sunwoo, excavated all the little, measly, trivial quirks, secrets and lies buried deep inside the cavity of his chest.

"Thanks." Sunwoo just stares, entranced.

It is only when he's back home, nuzzled into the comfort of his favourite blanket that still smells a little like you, does he realise he misses you.

...

"I don't care."

Sunwoo thinks he means it, like this, when he has a hoodie pulled over his head and balances a controller with great expertise, looking perfectly unfazed by Chanhee's comment about whether or not he should invite you to his party, it almost sounds true. "I just wanna see them." He settles. Time apart only reminded him just how impatient he could be when he wanted something and wasn't getting it immediately. He is seeing clearly, you're the only constant in the overwhelming vicissitudes of his life, the only one who saw him at his worst as you did at his best and stayed. That comfort, that very familiarity, is far better than the infamous honeymoon stage or any stage, for that matter.

Sunwoo realises that now. Even if it's just a little late.

Rolling his eyes, Chanhee pushes a grocery bag containing the former's snack and tears open a packet of honey crisps.

Prior to this confession, no matter how much Sunwoo insisted that he was fine, that his stare didn't linger every time he mistook a stranger for you, that he definitely didn't pretend to do the dishes even though he refused to do the chore under any other circumstances just to overhear his friends talking about a new event in your life, or just... about you, Chanhee doesn't believe him.

In retrospect, no one does. But Chanhee is least discreet about it.

"I don't suppose that's a good idea..." He pauses, swallowing, "What if things go south?"

Beneath an act of trying to untie the grocery bag, Sunwoo contemplates that he doesn't know how to respond to this inquiry, he had pictured your next meeting many a times, prepped himself to do or say very particular things, the way you always made up, time and time again forgiving each other in spite of all obstacles in your way, to a point where you friends got tired of you going back and forth, convinced that you could never really break up... - no, he is sure nothing can change, that's a blatant impossibility, Sunwoo knows you and you know him. No matter how much he fucks up - you know he'll always come back to you.

That's how it has always been.

"Figures, huh?"

Sunwoo scoffs, noting the way his friend's expression morphes to a confused furrowing of brows. He holds the yellow classic salted packet up instead whilst wrinkling his nose more than necessary, knowing the remark would prompt Chanhee to get annoyed and forget all about his own remark. “You got the wrong flavour again.”

The older male crumples a crisp in his palm and flicks it at Sunwoo.

The answer is simple, he'll never know if he never tries. Love is not chance but a decision, love is a choice, isn't it?

Well, Sunwoo chose you, he chooses you. He'll choose you over and over again.

...

"Can we talk?"

You nod slowly, a sigh escaping your parted lips. An expression on your face that Sunwoo can't put a finger on. But he doesn't have to, not when you comply so easily, joining him out into the balcony divorced from the apartment rife with noise and evidence of inebriation.

You lean over the railing, your eyes travelling far off into the impossibly dark scenery, the silence is imbued with a vague sense of eerie, the kind that ensues before something terrible happens.

All Sunwoo can think about is how beautiful you are. Suddenly, he feels guilty - see, he can't remember the last time he appreciated you, showered you with accolades you most certainly deserve. He mimics your position, turning his head slightly to take in every detail. Committing it all to memory. Things are different now. You look different.

Last time he saw you, he could map out the swollen quality of your eyes, nails bitten and chipped, the little characteristics that gave away you weren't doing well. Now, there's an indescribable glow to your face, something under the perfectly dolled up look, the red beret on your head, matched with an utterly fabulous coat that guards you from cool autums.

It's a new outfit. The discomfort is newer.

"You look great." He finally speaks and it's not the best way to start a conversation that's dangling by its last finger, akin to an inexperienced acrobat - he doesn't know what is.

You chuckle. "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"N-no...I just.." he pauses, the words all bundling up on his tongue into one big mess of sentences that don't make any sense. When you finally look at him, leaning back on your elbows now, Sunwoo gulps, this isn't a figment of his imagination, no, this is real. It's now or never. "I'm sorry." He starts, the mere utterance of those words seem to spark no change in your appearance. As if you're waiting for him to continue. Right now, apologies just aren't good enough. "This whole thing was so stupid. Baby I-I know I fucked up but... I love you. Okay? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Whatever you want."

You stare at him for a long second, just letting his words sink in but also just seemingly allowing yourself to think. Then you push yourself up, standing straighter. "You dont have to." You say simply, a hint of finality laced into your tone. All Sunwoo finds himself thinking is how you don't reciprocate, uttering the same I love you like you always did. Out of habit.

He curls his fingers into fists, knuckles whitening and whitening under the strain. His vision is a blurring film against which you look like a faint silhouette, secluded by rivulets of raindrops racing down windows. It's embarrassing, how he feels, all those bubbling emotions reduced to that of a child being denied his favourite candy.

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" He blinks, finding that you're staring at your spread out palms. Like they're evidence for something you've done.

"Sunwoo." You say. It sounds like a warning, like a don't get any closer. "I don't like who I become when I'm with you."

At this point, Sunwoo just listens. In his mind, he hadn't foreseen this. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he knew he had to try his best but...this...losing you... that was out of question. Right?

No, he tells himself, he'll fix it, he'll get it together.

"You know, I was really angry at you for breaking up with me...but it was probably for the best." You produce a garbled laugh, lifting your face skyward, looking up at the glossy layers of pollution, of purplish clouds and the barely there moon behind, like you're reading off sentences from them. Sunwoo stares at you, he wants to reach out and trace the curves of your face without thinking twice, without holding back. "We did need time to think... and it made me realise that I've always loved you more than you've ever loved me. Heck, even more than I loved myself...and... I can't be that version of me again." You sniffle, "That's not love... That's devotion."

"Hey, don't say that!" He drags his fingers up from the railing and reaches out to touch your elbow, "Come on...we-we can work it out. We always do." These words , they come out all choked up and hoarse.

You stiffen up at the sound, "You're not listening to me." You shrug him off, adamantly piloting your gaze to linger away from him, your back's turned away from him but then you pause, just slightly looking over your shoulder and your gaze softens at the sight of him using his sleeve to dab at his cheeks. The gesture makes him feel hopeful, just for a second. 

Then you sigh, shaking your head, "Don't you get it?" You say, "We can't fix this...we can't fix each other.

Inexplicably, he thinks of a perfect world, where he could go back just once, where it all started, everything before, holding his head in his hands and the little scar on your toe and is that what you really want?

This time, Sunwoo would mutter a quick no. He'd flick on the television and snuggle into your side, talking mindlessly about something that makes you laugh.  To forget all about the stupid argument.

But in reality, he lets your words ricochet off of the walls, listening to the transient beats of music pouring into the balcony when you slide the door open to let yourself out. 

It shuts.

Everything goes quiet.

And this soundlessness, this solitude, he knows this, he's heard this, he's seen this, he's felt this, this... this is final,

 this is goodbye.

[synchlora]

bro talk to me about kobra kid. anything. give me

KOBRA. MY BOY.

here's some general headcanons ive got for him

overall pretty quiet but damn he is a very physical, very angry person if he's upset (and he is always at least mildly pissed off, may be projecting oh no)

autistic and wears sunglasses a lot bc bright sun is godawful (not great to live in a bright ass desert but oh well)

so much bottling up of emotions oh my gOD kobra please talk to people

TALK TO POISON YOU DUMBASS

twins w party poison (though poison does not know this, their memory prior to 13 is entirely gone bc of BLi. which is another reason why they need to talk lmao)

he loves to feel emotions dialed up to 10 bc his emotions were so heavily dampened down when he was on BLi's medication

ANGRY

trans but everyone is so u already knew that

not a great biker but it's very fun so he does it a lot

gets in a lot of crashes bc of the above point oh no

loves making random little gadgets

his crowning achievement is the vend-a-hack which very nearly got broken the first day he tried to use it (also happened to be the day he met ghoul, yes those two events are related, yes it is the way you'd think but not in the way you'd probably guess)

loves his sibling a lot :(

loves his crewmates a lot :(

loves the girl SO MUCH :(

likes to think he's punk rock/hardcore. he is not, this bitch is SCENE as fuck (kk: im punk, im punk!! pp: you fucking WISH you were punk!)

not the best at hugs but he's trying

LOVES to tackle people

kobra Kid 🤝 fun ghoul -> tackling people out of affection

he and ghoul will literally play wrestle all the fuckin time

likes to whistle a lot

will literally whistle or hum in response to most questions (aaaahhhhh projecting)

switches between talking and signing a lot

very sweet w his family <3

here's some backstory

saw party poison get taken away in front of him when he was 13. he didn't shed a single tear and even though his whole body was screaming, he couldn't let out a sound

despite how muddled his head was and how many times he got in trouble, he kept trying to find people to get information on where his sibling could be

eventually got to a point where he just wanted to escape. so he ran out of battery city in a t shirt and shorts (the desert's hot right??) and a few important things that he could carry in his pockets

among this was a polaroid picture of him and party from when party had found an illegal camera. it has two words written on the back in poison's sloppy attempt at cursive: "my brother!" this means a lot bc it was the first time poison called him brother (they took the photo like right after he came out)

he also has a small cd player with one single cd: ¡viva la cobra! also a gift from his sibling

so he attempts to escape through a gate w/o alerting the drac guards but he does anyway

ends up running from them and gets shot in the lower leg and grazed on the arm in a strange, snake-like pattern because of how he was limping

makes it out into the desert in the middle of the night, in a t shirt and shorts, bleeding from one leg and one arm so hurt he can hardly move it without screaming

so, not knowing any better, he wanders directly along route guano hoping to find some semblance of civilization. the desert's supposed to be teeming with killjoys according to BLi isn't it??

eventually collapses along the road, shivering, in withdrawal, and also having lost a fuck ton of blood

after who knows how long, he hears motors and hopes for the best

it's the worst

a drac patrol comes careening across the sand, kicking up dust and headed straight for him

but he realizes they aren't coming for him; they're running from someone else (as evident by the lasers arcing over their heads and occasionally hitting them)

and a band of killjoys also come down the road and take down the dracs right in front of kobra

once the dust has both literally and metaphorically settled, the group notices kobra sitting dazed in the sand, propped up against a rock trying to brace against the cold

a very nice killjoy in a red jacket who can't be more than a year or two kobra's senior goes over to him and gives him their jacket as the rest of their crew calls someone called "cherri" on their radio

kobra later gets to properly meet this killjoy and learns their name is jet star

after what feels like hours, the killjoy group finally decided they've got to get moving and they'll have to leave kobra to wait for cherri. kobra's not sure why they're in such a hurry, but they're not going to be able to wait with him for cherri cola to show up

so they let him know what cherri looks like, tell him to hide out nearby where they told cherri he was at, and wish him luck as they all speed off on their motorcycles

kobra's not sure how much time passes before he hears yet another engine roaring up route guano

he sees a dull green truck come rumbling over the hill, but doesn't see the person until the truck is on the road right next to his hiding place

when the guy that seemed to pretty well match the other 'joys description steps out of the truck, kobra fumbles up to his feet, entirely forgetting his injuries for a moment

man, this bitch falls flat on his fucking face and is just out cold

cherri is, as you would imagine, extremely concerned and very quickly gets this kid back to the dj shack where he can fix up his wounds and hopefully keep the poor kid from dying then and there

but he lives so fuck yeah! and cherri takes him in, so he lives at the djs shack for a while before meeting the rest of the four

that's as far as i'll go for his backstory lmao agndvsjsvsh i just have many thoughts abt poor kobra just trying his best to escape and failing in every aspect short of dying

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Special Skill ~ J.P. (part 1)

A/n: After Drive By part 2 WIPED me the fuck out, I tried to rejuvenate myself with some lighter content and ended up realizing that I actually ADORE Bradley Steven Perry, so I went back and watched some old shows and movies he’s in. When I stumbled on Pants on Fire... well, you know I had to ;) This was the piece I was so excited about! It’ll be a two parter because I cannot do all of ANYTHING in one part it seems lmao

Warning: This is male reader and also PURELY self indulgent. Also, LOTS of lying and manipulation. Being ignored. Highschool. Nothing too serious.

Word Count: 5600+

MASTERLIST

Everyone has a special skill. Some people are just really great at school. Some people are fast learners. Some people are natural, easily funny. Some people are good with kids. Some people were fantastic at keeping promises, or never failed to do what they felt had to be done no matter the cost.

Jack Parker's special skill was lying.

Y/n's special skill was being completely invisible.

Not like in a  superhero way, but in a high school way. Y/n was really quiet and reserved. He wasn't caught up in the normal high school things like relationships and popularity. In fact, he was withdrawn on purpose, finding most kids his age to be really annoying or ridiculous on some level. He was never rude, but he did prefer people watching and laughing to himself, to actually interacting with others.

He never meant to eavesdrop, it was just that he'd be sitting on the floor, leaning against a book shelf reading a book when someone on the other side of the bookshelf would start talking about something that he tuned into without thinking. Or, his quietness allowed people to forget that they weren't alone while walking or riding the bus and they'd talk loud enough for him to hear when he wasn't too far away. He perhaps could have tried harder to avoid people and give them their space, and he almost had... until one day he'd overheard Jack Parker and his best friend Ryan talking about something so very interesting that it convinced him to never stop listening to people ever again.

Jack Parker was... an interesting person, let's start there. A few people were pretty sure that half the things he said were true out of sheer improbability. However, Jack was such an amazing liar that no one could prove him wrong, and after a while even the ones who disbelieved him the most fell for his confidence and charisma. He just SEEMED like he was telling the truth. Everyone believed Jack when he told them something happened, especially when he became a local hero for tutoring some boy from another school. Mikey.

Well, almost everyone believed him at least. His very best friend, Ryan, knew the truth because Jack had told him. And Y/n knew because he'd been within earshot when Jack had told Ryan in the first place.

It had been what usually happens. The two boys had been in the back of the bus, as they both got off at the last stop - along with Y/n. They didn't know this though, because Y/n sat in front of them, just a few seats. He didn't talk, or even move a lot. He even sunk a lot into his seat as he was quite small, and leaned against the window to look outside, one earphone in his ear. As usual, his weird talent to be invisible no matter how hard he tried - for god's sake he was wearing a neon red jacket that day - he went completely undetected. So when Jack had explained to Ryan that he had lied about Mikey, and what it meant for them, Y/n had been well within ear shot to hear the whole thing.

Y/n could have told someone. Probably should have. But he had... a sort of crush on Jack, and selling him out wouldn't get Y/n anywhere with getting on the boy's good side. Not to mention, there weren't many people that would believe him - if there were any at all. He probably could have figured out a way to show Jack up. To rip apart his tapestry of lies and expose him to everyone. But Y/n believed that mistakes should be learned from. If he exposed Jack now, all that would happen is that Jack's life would be ruined and Jack would hate him. Things would come out eventually, and hopefully it would be from Jack himself. If that damage had to be done, Y/n wasn't going to be the one to do it.

He never really was, though. He never did much of anything.

All of that being said, Jack and Ryan were not the only ones stunned when the very Mikey that had been a ruse, suddenly turned up at school. Solid and smiling and talking and very much real. He passed every test and followed through treating Jack exactly how you'd expect Mikey to be. With him came Jack's super hot girlfriend from Arizona, even though Jack was so obviously crushing on one of the girls at school - Jenny. If that hadn't been bad enough, Jack and Ryan themselves broke into the room where Y/n was having shop class, being chased by lumberjacks who seemed to have it out for Jack. Weirdly enough, that fit another one of Jack's lies - once he'd broken his arm apparently single handedly fighting off two lumberjacks, but Y/n had seen Jack at the bike park the day before, and had seen him fall and break his arm, so he'd known better. Seeing them here now worried Y/n. So of COURSE he offered to take the two men out of the school where they belonged, and used it as an opportunity to dip out of class and follow after Jack to see if anymore of the lies Jack had told had come true.

Maybe even figure out what the hell was going on, and stop it.

Jack probably didn't deserve it, but if this got serious then Jack would be in danger from lumberjacks and aliens and pro wrestlers alike - and those were just the lies Y/n had heard about. Life was hard enough without your life being in danger, and that directly putting others' lives in danger as well. Y/n usually sat back and did nothing, but this wasn't one of those times.

After school, Y/n decided to go home - he wasn't going to follow Jack THAT far. But only the very next day, the rumor that Jack had been outside Jenny's house covered in all kinds of different things - including makeup - Y/n realized that maybe Jack needed an extra pairs of eyes to help him out. Unfortunately, Y/n lost Jack pretty early in the day as none other than Mikey himself approached after having a short exchange with Ryan and Jack. "Hey!" he greeted warmly.

Y/n stared back for a few seconds. Mikey seemed to get uncomfortable - the first negative reaction he'd had to literally anyone his entire time being here. "Hi," Y/n finally responded evenly, narrowing his eyes.

The response seemed to cheer Mikey up again. "Now that I'm transferring schools and coming here permanently, I think I want to make friends outside of Jack. He seems to be close with everyone here on some level, except for you and a few others. Figured I'd try each of you guys until someone - or even all of you - want to be my friend too!"

That made Y/n smirk. "I know you're full of shit."

Apparently, Mikey hadn't been expecting that. "I'm sorry?"

Shaking his head, Y/n scoffed. "I know Jack lied about there even being a Mikey. If you're just here to psyche Jack out, or for some magic thing, why are you trying to be friends with ME? No one wants to be friends with me."

This time it was Mikey who didn't respond right away. "You're less invisible than you think. I saw you in the window yesterday, watching me and Jack. I also saw you take those lumberjacks out of the school, which probably saved the boys a lot of time. I also saw you following Jack around the rest of school after that. You're the only one in this entire school who seems to be questioning anything." He smirked. "I have a friend who would really appreciate your help, especially since you know the truth about Jack... if you wanted to get him back for it."

Okay that wasn't what Y/n had been expecting. "Will I finally know what's going on?" Mikey nodded. "Will I have to participate in duping Jack?"

Mikey only shrugged. "We'll see what she says. Probably not."

How could he say no? "Who's this she, and what are you guys up to?"

Finally, that huge grin returned to Mikey's face. "I'm so glad you asked."

-

When Hannah had finished explaining the lengths she'd gone to in order to shake Jack up enough to finally tell everyone all he'd been lying about, Y/n had only one thing to say. "So you're lying to him to get him to come clean about lying to everyone else? At least now we know for sure you're both related."

That made her go a little red. "Listen, you have a little sister. You bring her to the fun center all the time." To that Y/n had to nod. "I see the way you sort of blend. I've picked Jack up from school for enough years now that I also notice the way you look at him." Y/n went stiff and Hannah chuckled. "Listen. He's a tool, and I have NO idea what you see in him, knowing what you know. But if you help me do this, maybe I'll help you out with your dilemma."

Y/n crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly not in a very cheery mood. "As much as I appreciate the thought Hannah, I'd rather like him from a distance than have to be friends with a straight boy I've liked for years okay? I'll keep my mouth shut - don't make any other promises you can't keep. Especially because-" Y/n swallowed a thick something caught in his throat. "He likes someone else.

There was an odd look on Hannah's face, but it was hard to read and she wasn't about to explain it which was most clear when she just kept on talking. So Y/n dismissed the look altogether. "Fine, that's fair." They parted ways there as Y/n noticed Jack and Ryan walking over to head home. Y/n had left class early to talk to Hannah in the empty parking lot, but now his time was up. "See you around, Hannah. Good luck." She winked and the boys shot Y/n confused looks as they got in the car and he left. As he went, he could hear them asking Hannah who he was, but she just said that Y/n had been asking for advice because they worked together, and left it there.

With how easy the words had left Hannah, and with how much confidence she'd had, perhaps Jack's talent for lying was more of a family thing than Hannah would like to admit. The thought amused Y/n enough to cheer him up. For now at least.

The next day in PE very quickly ruined his mood again though, as they were set up to play dodge ball. Mikey ended up being one of the team leaders, and he chose Y/n first to be on his team. Everyone was surprised. No one ever picked Y/n first. Even standing in front of them dressed in bright blue and red, he still blended into the crowd and it was often that not until everyone else had been picked they even realized he was there at all. Unfortunately, Y/n knew why Mikey saw Y/n so clearly. Why Mikey had picked him first. And he wasn't happy about it.

During the games, Mikey didn't talk much to Y/n which was appreciated, but the attitude Y/n gave him every time they DID interact seemed to catch Jack's attention - exactly what he didn't want to happen. Especially when a few games in everyone was picked off one by one until Jack and Ryan stood against Y/n and Mikey. Two on two, with Jack's eyes trained on Y/n in a way that made Y/n feel like he was going to explode. Perhaps it was that exact energy that demanded to be used that had driven him to pick up a ball and throw it at Ryan, nailing the red head right in the chest. "Nice shot!" Mikey congratulated. Y/n rolled his eyes.

In his moment of distraction, Jack hit Y/n with a ball as well. Y/n looked over when he was hit and the two boys' eyes locked. Jack seemed to be asking a question Y/n didn't want to even look at. Didn't want to hear, let alone answer. So he ducked his head and dipped, bee lining it for the water fountain on the opposite end of the gym to wait out the rest of the game so he could have as little downtime as possible to interact with Jack. It was that action which caused him to miss Jack nailing Jenny in the face with a ball aimed for Mikey, but he'd hear enough about it later to plenty make up for it.

After class was lunch, and Y/n would have made it peacefully to his usual spot under the bleachers, but Hannah stopped him on the way. Y/n was expecting her to ask him to be nicer to Mikey, but her eyes were only full of concern. "Mikey told me what happened in PE. How Jack noticed you, and how you ran away. He said you looked upset."

Y/n sighed, his shoulders sagging. "Honestly I just..." He wasn't used to having someone care about him, or talking about his feelings. It felt so promising to finally be able to, but also terrifying. Perhaps he and Hannah were in cahoots now, but she had no reason to actually care about Y/n. She was probably only asking to make sure that he didn't slip and tell Jack anything, which gave the thought that once this whole thing was over, she wouldn't care anymore. That meant Y/n could NOT get attached to her. Temporary things weren't worth putting effort into. "Nothing. I'm just used to noticing, not being noticed. Mikey sort of drew attention to me when he picked me first and it threw me off." He shrugged. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Hannah?" The sound of his voice made Y/n freeze, perfectly still. Not even breathing. "Drive us to Funland."

"Please?" She prompted, eyes staying purposefully away from Y/n, who kept his back to Jack but was still unfortunately in full view of her.

"Hannah," Jack tried again, voice laced with irritation. "Drive us to Funland. Please." the last word came out sarcastic and sharp. Y/n felt himself relaxed, ever amused by Jack's unceasing attitude.

"No," Hannah answered bluntly, smirking as she crossed her arm. Y/n actually smiled, and that only served to encourage her even more.

"Come on," Jack complained.

Ryan seemed to be less sure about wanting to go though. "We can't go back there," he reminded urgently. "Otis banned us for life." Y/n shot a look at Hannah, whose smirk only grew. Y/n had known for a long time that she worked at Funland - after all, he did take his little sister there like she'd said. He was beginning to wonder what shenanigans he'd been missing out on.

"We have no choice," Jack argued, turning to his friend. "If we want to get rid of Mikey once and for all, we have to find that purple hippo."

That caught Y/n off guard, and without thinking he turned to face Jack, too confused to think clearly. "I'm sorry, you're looking for Hurley?"

Jack only then seemed to realized Y/n was there, and he stopped a second, as if realizing it was the same kid who's been playing dodge ball with Mikey. Ah yes, back to being invisible. "No," Jack picked up again. "We're talking about a purple hippo at Funland who stands around and hands out balloons."

"Yeah," Hannah said this time. "His name's Hurley. And he doesn't hand out balloons."

"Well, when Emma and I went yesterday, Bart was off," Y/n piped up, directing that at Hannah. He didn't want to address Jack yet, and every time he looked at Ryan, the red head had gears turning so visibly not even his narrowed eyes could hold it off.

"That explains it," Hannah affirmed, nodding.

Jack was the next one to pipe in. "How do you two know all this?"

Hannah answered that one. "Jack, I've worked there for two years. I see Y/n there all the time with his little sister."

"Seriously?" Jack's shoulder relaxed, and Y/n realized that he'd pieced together why Y/n and Hannah were so casually talking to each other. He must have paid as close attention to Hannah as he did to Y/n though, because Y/n and Hannah had never really talked until all of the recent stuff that had been happening.

That theory was confirmed when Hannah huffed, "Where did you think I was going for four hours every day after school?"

"Well I don't know." Jack's eyes went wide as he shrugged. "I was just happy you were out of the house." Hannah sighed and took Y/n's arm to drag him after her as she began to walk away. There was only a second before Jack trailed after them, desperation leaking into his voice. "Hannah," he pleaded. "Hannah, please!"

Hannah was strong. Y/n wasn't. He pulled out of her grasp, turning to face Jack. "If you're really set on finding Hurley for whatever weird breakdown you seem to be having, his main habitat is the jungle mini golf course. Look for him there, okay?"

Jack grinned. "I like your new friend Hannah. He's awesome."

Y/n looked away to hide his blush.

"Yeah yeah, now go," Hannah dismissed, and the two boys ran off to go find Hurley. She grinned at Y/n when they were gone. "You know I'm Hurley, right?"

Y/n winced. "I know that now."

She giggled. "It's fine. This could be a good thing actually. They seem lost - I'll give em a little nudge." She leaned closer, bumping her shoulder with his. Her finger on the other arm reached up to tap his nose. "Push him in all the right directions." She winked, and then took off walking without Y/n this time, leaving him with a sinking dread in his stomach.

He pushed it down to take Emily to Funland just like he always did though... which had been a mistake. He thought that it would have been a big enough place to avoid Jack and Ryan, but only an hour later they were heading out of the jungle mini golf course when Ryan walked up to them, which of course meant Jack followed after. "Hey, I never caught your name?"

Y/n wished in that moment he could just die on the spot. "It's Y/n," he answered, hoping that would make Ryan go away. Long story short: it didn't.

"You've been coming here with Emma for a few years," Ryan continued. "Do you have any idea who Hubert could be?”

"Hurley," Y/n corrected tiredly. Ryan nodded. Y/n let his eyes drift away, searching out Emma as she climbed the rock wall. Unlike Jack, he wasn't good at lying. People never asked him questions - they never talked to him at all. But he had to lie. On some level. He DID know who Hurley was, but he couldn't exactly tell Jack that. Damnit Hannah, why did she have to tell him?! "Not really," Y/n finally caved. Ryan rose an eyebrow. "I mean I saw Hurley without a head once when I first came here, but they were fired as far as I know so I'm assuming it's someone new. That was three and a half years ago." It was truthful in full. Aside from the just the story, he didn't really know Hannah personally. He could have told them he knew it was her now, but he just. Didn't. Everything else had enough truth to it that it wasn't hard to sell.

Jack stepped up. "This probably makes no sense to you, but I just wanted to thank you for helping out. I think I've seen you around school a few times, but we've never like talked or anything. I just have to ask... why ARE you helping?"

Y/n shrugged. "I hate lying, and there's no harm in telling you what I did." Only then did he look away from Emma again as she began to reach the bottom of the rock wall, directly into Jack's eyes. "You have a lot going for you. It would be a shame if some unexpected drama were to ruin everything else." Jack's eyebrows came together, but before he could say anything Emma had reached the bottom and had made her way over - as Y/n had intended.

"Who are your friends?" the ten year old asked.

"Not my friends," Y/n corrected in the same nonchalant voice he'd used to remind Ryan of Hurley's name. "Just people I got to school with. They were just leaving-"

Emma's eyes went wide. "Wait, you're Jack aren't you?" Y/n went stiff. "My brother used to talk about you all the time! You're like the coolest kid at his school."

Jack turned his raised eyebrows on again, still aiming them at Y/n. Y/n shrugged. "What teenager who goes unnoticed and completely uncared for doesn't want to be friends with the popular kid?" He put either of his hands on Emma's shoulders, steering her away. "Nice to see you guys, later!"

Unfortunately, Jack didn't leave it there. "No wait!" He jogged over and Emma stopped, which forced Y/n to as well. "You've been cool. I wouldn't mind being friends."

Ironically, Y/n flashed back to what he'd said to Hannah. How much he had so NOT wanted this exact thing to happen. But what could he say. 'Sorry don't want to be friends with my crush, that would suck'? He couldn't that. But else would make sense? "Sure," Y/n sighed.

For some reason, that made Jack smile. "If you guys are set on staying here for a while longer, you can, but you could also come hang out with me and Ryan at my house if you wanted."

Y/n went to decline, but Emma got to it first. "Only if I can come along," she stated firmly. "This is sibling time. You get to join, not interrupt."

"That's fair," Jack agreed. "Come on!" The four kids headed outside after getting Emma's shoes and stuff, ready to catch the bus back to Jack's house. Y/n was sweating bullets. Unfortunately, going to Jack's house was the least of his problems. The second they were outside, Jack froze. "Perhaps... we should cancel the whole going to my house thing," Jack began nervously. His eyes moved to the others slowly, fear in them. Y/n seemed to put together what had him immediately - another lie had come to life. As if on cue, Jack looked at Y/n and Emma before his eyes glued to Ryan with purpose. "Remember when I told Eric that I was late meeting him because I was abducted by aliens?"

Ryan immediately went tense, and Y/n went pale. All four pairs of eyes turned to the roof, following Jack's lead as they saw what he had. Two men, wearing odd glasses like Cyclops from the X-Men comics. They seem to look identical - down to the matching shiny, silver suits and black, polished shoes. Very... what one might assume... alien vibes.

"No," Ryan whispered, forcing himself to reject what he was seeing. "I absolutely do not remember. I refuse to remember!" He even turned away, eyes focused purposefully on the cement.

"Too late," Jack shot down, his voice full of regret and resigned fear. He looked at Y/n and Emma, and in that moment the look that Jack had on his face would be burned in Y/n's mind forever. This is the face Jack made when he told the truth. "They're back."

"There are no such thing as aliens," Emma argued, shaking her head even as she looked up at the two men on the roof with awe.

"Right!" Ryan agreed, getting his momentum back. "Those are just two dudes, you know, wearing weird suits, standing on top of a roof." Jack and Emma nodded along, but Y/n was the one who had kept his eyes glued on the men, so he was the one who first saw the very bad news.

"They're running down it!" He screamed, jumping back to push Emma behind him, protected for maybe only a second longer than if he'd just left her be.

The two men landed, removed their weird glasses to reveal glowing red eyes, and then opened their mouths to release a high pitched, terrible shrieking sound. Y/n was most disturbed by the fact that they seemed to be even more identical with the visors off. So when Jack said to run, all four of them did, taking off into the garbage and hopping into the back of a truck. The aliens ran by and they were home free... well, until they almost ran face first into the lumberjacks, who had been so good as to find Jack again - this time with even more friends in harm's way. They were all running again, booking it into the elevator and to the top floor where they came out on the roof of all places. Where, to everyone's luck, the lumberjacks also were as they'd taken the stairs. Where, just as well, the aliens were as well, having run up the long way - through the parking lot. Even Otis was here, on his little golf cart to run them down as well.

Just as all hope seemed to be lost, Jack's fake girl from Arizona - Y/n never learned her name - pulled up in a red convertible, yelling at the four of them to get inside. Emma, Y/n, and Ryan all piled eagerly into the back seat, but Miss Totally not Fake Girlfriend locked the car before Jack could join them - right after he thanked her too, which finally gave Y/n her name. Lisa.

"Not you," Lisa snapped.

"What?" Jack almost screamed. Y/n couldn't blame him - Otis, the lumberjacks, and the aliens were getting closer by the second.

"You broke my heart, Jackie Bear," Lisa whined. Y/n looked away, his hands curling into fists. Putting Jack's life on the line was NOT worth having a heart to heart. This was NOT the time - how selfish did someone have to be? She didn't have to come at all if she didn't want to help, so why wasn't she just doing it and then talking about it later? She could have locked all of them in the car once they were safe and not let him out until... but then was when Y/n realized what this was about. The fake danger would force Jack to spill his guts and be honest, even if he wouldn't have in literally any other situation. Hannah was a genius.

"Lisa, please," Jack pleaded. "Whatever you want, I'll make it up to you."

"You're just saying that because you're selfish and you don't want your brains sucked out of your skull by aliens." The sentence was ridiculous, but Lisa DID have a point. Jack was only using her as an escape - he didn't really care that he'd hurt her.

Jack finally cracked though, not having enough room to think rationally. "Okay what do you want me to say?" he snapped.

"The truth," Lisa stated firmly.

And then, for some reason, Jack looked directly at Y/n, and in his eyes was that same fear from earlier. Y/n realized that the high opinions of others meant everything to Jack. Even now, thinking his life was on the line, with Y/n in the car, he couldn't bring himself to say it. "Just tell her, Jack," Y/n demanded. "I know as well as Ryan does that this whole lying thing has gotten out of hand."

Stunned, Jack looked back to Lisa. His confusion was replaced by regret as he saw HER. The girl he'd hurt by blowing her off to hide her from Jenny. Jenny, who had been hurt by all the other lies as well. Y/n, who seemed to know Jack had been lying but seemed hurt anyway. In that moment, he realized that Y/n was right. This HAD gone too far.

"Why don't you want to be with me?" Lisa asked gently, leaving no room for half truths or cop outs.

Looking around, Jack finally took in his situation... and gave up. "I-" His eyes flickered to Y/n again before landing on Lisa solidly. "I made you up so my friends wouldn't make fun of me."

Lisa smiled. "Get in." The car unlocked and the door opened and Jack was inside, and then they were pulling away and headed to Jack's house.

It was dark when they pulled up and unbuckled. Jack turned to Lisa, thanking her. She only smiled. "I know how much you love trouble, Jackie. Someone's gotta watch out for you." Ryan's eyes found Y/n's in that moment, and Y/n got the terrible feeling he'd been officially wrapped up in something he'd been trying to avoid.

"Listen, I'm sorry I lied to you," Jack apologized now. "I never, ever meant to hurt your feelings. It's just... I'm kind of into someone else." Y/n found himself having to look away, but he didn't miss the way that Ryan caught the pain flickering across his features. He only hoped Ryan wouldn't put together why.

Lisa was unphased. "If you like this someone else so much, Jackie Bear, just... try being honest with them. No one wants a relationship built on lies."

Jack nodded, then looked at Y/n. Feeling his eyes, Y/n looked back. "Speaking of..." He rose an eyebrow and Y/n nodded, recognizing without saying it that they needed to talk. They all got out of the car, said goodbye to Lisa, and then stood there and watched her go. It was then that Jack turned to Y/n again. "How did you know Lisa was a lie?"

Y/n sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know a lot of things about the people at our high school. I don't MEAN to, people just... don't notice me." He shrugged. "Say things without realizing I can hear you. I was in the bus with you guys when you told Ryan that Mikey was a lie. I was also at the park when you broke your arm on your bike, so I knew you lied about the lumberjacks. I'd hear the "my secret girlfriend in Canada" line so many times it was easy to put together that you were full of crap about that too. I eventually wrote off that most things you said that sounded ridiculous on any level, were. Like your Asian parents and the wrestler and Mikey's dog's bionic tail."

After a second, Jack let out a breath. "Why didn't you ever tell anyone?"

At this, Y/n could only bring himself to shrug. "I don't owe anyone anything, and there was no harm coming from it at the time. I mean, the other people lined up for Student of the Year were annoying, and that was as far as I knew when it came to who you were affecting. It's not my job to keep you from making your own mistakes - you have to be the one to tell them. You have to learn from it. Now more than ever. All of these things happening are affecting more than just you, and Lisa was right. Jenny has probably been hurt by the lying most of all." Jack went to argue, but Y/n just rolled his eyes. "Half the school can see the way you look at her, Jack, you're not lowkey." That shut Jack up immediately.

"Well," Ryan sighed. "Now we know how to fix the whole thing. It worked with Lisa, and it can work with the others too. You just have to tell the truth - that isn't hard."

But then a look crossed over Jack's face, and Ryan and Y/n seemed to realize what he was thinking without him having to open his mouth. "Jack..." Y/n whispered softly.

"I'm just so CLOSE, you guys!" He huffed, looking at the with desperation. "Student of the Year gets announced tomorrow."

"Are you crazy?" Ryan snapped. "After everything we've been through?"

"The hippo said I have to confess to everyone. He never said when," Jack reasoned. "I'll just do it after Student of the Year. You even said it yourself Y/n - those kids are annoying anyway. I'm showing people that grades and crap don't matter - heart does! That's a GOOD thing."

Y/n stepped away when Jack reached a hand out to put on Y/n's shoulder. "But you're not winning on good character, Jack. You're winning through lies. Lies that are becoming a serious problem. And what do you think will happen when they realize you've been lying even after you got the award? You think there are aliens and lumberjacks coming after you and anyone close to you, but you still prioritize what? Being a bat boy?" He shook his head, grabbing Emma's hand. "I was wrong about you Jack. I thought every teenager was afraid of being hated and invisible. I thought you did it because you cared about being able to do the cool things you can - like stop bullies two years older than you from messing with other kids, or getting a whole school to rally together through love and excitement. But the only thing you're doing it for is the glory, and you care more about that than your friends and family." Jack went to say something, but Y/n just shook his head. "I was stupid to have a crush on you. You suck." And then without seeing Jack's reaction, he turned and walked away.

He figured that after his little confession, Jack wouldn't try to be friends with him anymore. Before, he'd been silently afraid of that. No matter what he told himself, he wanted Jack to see him and smile. To know he existed and to enjoy being around him. Yesterday, or just a few minutes ago even, that would have been enough...

Now, Y/n didn't care in the least. If that was how Jack treated people he saw, Y/n was just fine curling up in the shadows and never having Jack look at him again.

[junghelioseok]

Happy three years babe!! Thank you for having us with your work and asking for so little in return 💜 How about the fic title game? Let’s go for a good open ended “Stand Out Fit In”

oooh! how intriguing!!! this title makes me think of jungkook immediately, because i was reading something the other day (on reddit, maybe?) about how jungkook tends to be a bit of a chameleon. his appearance can change so drastically with just a different hairstyle or outfit, and i swear he works for every single fic trope under the sun! his personality just seems to work with everything. it’s wild.

also, this. think casino royale, but with jungkook, lmao. this also might be crosshairs!jungkook? somehow i think it morphed into him 😅

pairing: jungkook x reader wc: 0.6k

Jeon Jungkook is a man of many talents. He's a whiz with computers, and is quite the athlete despite all the stereotypes. He's blessed with the ability to flawlessly assimilate in any situation, checking himself and adjusting as needed. It's a skill that he's honed over the years, and one that's earned him many friends and willing bed partners.

It's likely the reason that Bangtan decided to recruit him, pulling him from his last year at university, away from a degree in computer science and straight into a world of espionage.

It's also why he finds himself here, in a casino in Montenegro, forking over a ridiculous sum of money to buy into an incredibly high stakes poker game.

And god, Jungkook hates poker.

He's not even that good—both Jimin and Taehyung have gleefully emptied his pockets during casual game nights. But Jimin is working something in the States and Taehyung is somewhere in South America, so this particular mission has fallen onto Jungkook's unwilling shoulders—constricted in the heavy brocade of his suit jacket and tense with apprehension as he stares at the cards in his hand. His opponents are likewise studying their cards around the table, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to scan them one by one.

That's when the grand double doors at the far end of the room open, revealing you standing on the threshold. And all at once, Jungkook forgets how to breathe.

The plan was for you to spectate the game—a perfectly adorned wallflower in your silky dress and strappy heels. You'd bring him a drink once in a while, and you'd bring his opponents drinks too. A pretty little distraction from the game at hand, completely nonthreatening.

Only Jungkook knows exactly what you're capable of, and what you've done on missions past. Only Jungkook knows about the poison in the unassuming pendant of your necklace, kept there in case things ever go sideways.

Things may already be going sideways, Jungkook realizes, as his pants tighten. He hadn't expected your heels to be so high, or for your dress to be so short. Or so backless. He can see every dip and ridge of your shoulder blades, and the desire to trace the skin there with his lips and tongue is more than overwhelming.

Swallowing, Jungkook turns his attention back to his cards. Six of spades. Ten of spades. Queen of hearts. And—nope, she is definitely not wearing a bra.

"I need a drink."

Jungkook just barely manages to choke out the words, before he's up and out of his seat. He finds you at the bar, ordering a martini, and it takes every ounce of self-control he possesses not to pin you up against the counter and kiss you silly.

(He can do it later, he promises himself. Later, when the game is over and everyone's money is back in the right hands. Later, when he can kiss you properly, and take his time to treat you right.)

"I thought you were supposed to be fitting in," he whispers urgently, pointing at a random whiskey bottle when the bartender asks for his order.

"Funny," you reply, raising a brow and glancing back at the other players, who look rather disgruntled at Jungkook's sudden departure. "I thought you were supposed to be doing the same."

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