#every new bit of this game will be so much sweeter without the bitter of not having him for it
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I started thinking about Sammy Lawrence again. He genuinely means so much to me because he's such missed potential. The creators of Bendy proved that they COULD write good characters, but just don't. If time constraints are an issue, maybe you should deviate from your formula? Susie/Malice is a good character. She has development throughout the chapters, even if we don't explicitly see her much. Her actions resonate through the studio, not to mention that we can get her audio recordings from the past, each one showing her going from an excited, up-and-coming Alice to an angry, betrayed, bitter woman, who's about to become a victim to Joey. I WISH they'd explore Sammy more as a character. He could genuinely be so interesting. A talented musician who won an award, alongside his old friend and musical partner, Jack. Jack, who was a singer, and the sweeter of the two. Jack who can no longer form coherent sentences, nor can he sing any longer. Sammy, who has a more stable body than the rest of the lost ones, but who has lost himself to madness. One of the first overtaken by the ink. One of the first to be pulled into the depths of insanity by Joey's creations.
He could he so tragic. Sammy's belief in the Ink Demon "saving him from the inky abyss he calls a body" has always been considered dumb. How had he come to that opinion? That's something I'd see every once and a while after the release of chapter 2 of BATIM. After BATDR, I remember seeing a character analysis of Sammy's belief in the Ink Demon and how in BATDR, we saw a more manipulative and egotistical Ink Demon. It could be possible that the Ink Demon took advantage of Sammy's desire for his old body back to return to his former self. It'd be easy, wouldn't it? A sleep deprived musician who's been one of the first victims of the Ink. Spiraling downwards, even writing one last song, before the breakdown that marked the end to his former life. (Lighter Side of Hell was the last song Sammy composed before he broke down and was consumed by the Ink, I think.) I can't find the post, but I really did love that one, because ever since I've thought about him more.
Something I've thought about his character that has definitely sprouted from BATDR is Sammy's ability to compose in the form we see in the game. His body is made of Ink. INK. Ink doesn't hold a stable form. No matter what you do, it won't. It's not like skin. Skin will at least be soft enough to touch things, but inky will ripple at the touch of a string. Why might I mention strings? Sammy's favorite instrument is the Banjo, as he said in the Sammy Lawrence Hot Topic Twitter Takeover in 2017. Banjo is a string instrument, but an ink body wouldn't be able to use a string instrument. Sammy Lawrence physically cannot compose without damaging the ink body. The string would most likely cut through the ink. Not to mention all the other string instruments in the Music Department. He can still use other instruments, like percussion, right? It depends. The frequency might cause ripples in the ink. It depends on how it works. Personally, I'd like to think Sammy has a far more stable body, as his anatomy is not as see-through as the other lost ones. Sammy has a "skin" of sorts. The lost ones are just kind of bones, with ink dripping down. So Sammy may actually have a body under the ink, who knows! But my main point is that both Sammy and Jack are incapable of doing what their jobs and livelihoods were. Sammy can't compose his new body, which hinders the ability greatly. Jack can't sing. He was the more vocal of the two.
That's just a small bit of what they could think of. Idk that's just kinda been what I think about when it comes to Sammy.
#sammy lawrence#jack fain#susie campbell#twisted alice#malice angel#alice angel#BATIM#BATDR#ink demon#character analysis#ramble#Bendy#the cage#bendy movie#joey drew
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i am so impossibly thankful that diluc came home just in time for inazuma
#i really cant wait to explore it all with my muse#i remember so clearly climbing the mountains of liyue and being so wistful about not having him be a part of it#every new bit of this game will be so much sweeter without the bitter of not having him for it#three weeks in and i still cant believe hes finally home#⌜ ooc ⌟
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no sweetness
☇ “It’s funny because you remind me exactly of this drink I made last night. Yeah, yeah, it was the black tea with boba. Bitter, with tiny balls.”
➣ pairing: reader x jungkook
➣ genre: fluff, comedy, bobarista!reader, lacrosseplayer!jungkook, e2l!au
➣ word count: 23k (of pure disgusting e2l fluff)
➣ warning!: slight implicit smut
➣ a/n: header title credit to the loveliest @yehdayums !!! a sweetheart for making this cute header hehe <3 also support small businesses!
➣ summary: jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that she’s just as sweet as she made his milk tea order— not sweet.
Jeon Jungkook is absolutely whipped as cream.
Why, you may ask?
His favorite boba shop at the very edge of the outskirt of town hired a new bobarista, and her name—supposedly— being ___. Jungkook made it a mental note to ask for it when he goes into Pleasantea with his friends, but word goes around and it out of the many words there are in the world, it's her name that catches his ear.
It is no doubt that Jeon Jungkook comes off as a flirt to every living species he encounters, but seeing that the new bobarista wasn't as happily taking it in as most people would, he was shocked that someone didn't have much interest into him. Sure, call him egotistical, but he was captain of the lacrosse team and he was pretty damn good at almost— well, everything.
The first time he goes into Pleasantea after hearing the news of a new duckling in training was after another win that Friday night. He's there with his group of friends, raiding the popular boba place with cheers while greeting the familiar workers behind the bar.
On Friday nights, it's Luna, Dahlia, and Jihyo working the closing shift, making the drinks and providing impeccable service, especially to the rowdy group of college students that come in almost every Friday to hangout or just to celebrate. Luna's pretty good with taming them down, especially when other customers are there. Dahlia likes to yell at them— she likes to yell at people in general. And Jihyo nurtures them like babies.
They've gotten close to Jungkook as Luna happened to be in his communications class first semester. He recognized her first, but Luna, being oblivious in all ranges of settings, faked a recognization of his name and face, and gave him a discount anyways. Because of this tiny occurrence, Jungkook came back, then with friends, and eventually with his whole lacrosse team to support the business.
"I'm guessing another win, Team Captain?" Jihyo rhetorically yelled over the cheering voices towards Jungkook who followed behind the group with a smirk. Her doe eyes peeks over the bar where her height was significant from the taller men on the other side, eyebrows raised and awaiting for the cocky response Jungkook can muster.
"What can I say?" Jungkook laughed sonorously, followed by a few encouraging and prideful pats on the shoulder from his teammates. "Wouldn't show up tonight with the boys if I didn't make that winning shot."
Rolling her eyes at the sound of the booming, testosterone-filled voices of his teammates and his vibrant ego, Jihyo scoffed away to work on other orders that Luna and Dahlia were speedily making before Jungkook's teammates and good friends come up to him, ready to order their drinks.
"What should I get?" Yoongi asked Jungkook, eyes scanning the menu of different drinks.
"Dunno. Get the usual," Jungkook advised, crossing his arms over his chest as he pondered what he should get too. "Your matcha milk tea with boba."
"Aight," Yoongi nods before he paused. The pause wasn't obvious enough for Jungkook to look his way, until Yoongi went ahead and nudged Jungkook, taking his complete attention away from the menu. "New worker."
"Hi, welcome!" That odd cheery voice didn't seem to come from the usual cashier he knew as Luna, nor Dahlia, throwing him off a bit. He does a double take behind the counter, finding a girl hurriedly filling a cup up with boba before she's running to the cashier, doe-like eyes widening in surprise at how many people she has to take orders of.
Her eyes catch Jungkook's, and it immediately clicked in his head that the word circling about the new Pleasantea worker were true. Pretty much all of them were aware, but it didn't seem to catch their attention as much as it caught his. Maybe it's the unfamiliarity of having someone foreign in a place he likes to call a second home. Maybe it's the odd satisfaction of meeting the so-called bobarista who's name somehow runs laps around his brain. Really, he was merely curious.
"What can I get you guys?" She asked with a warm smile. Jungkook's worked at a retail shop before, and he can tell good customer service apart from just a single sentence.
Jungkook peered over at the boys, watching Yoongi motioning at the others to go order, but seeing that they were also too busy eye-goggling the new girl behind the counter out of curiosity, Yoongi let out a sigh and ordered first. A smile bursted on the new girl's face when she's nodding to Yoongi's order. Her eyebrows furrowed as she works the register all before Yoongi whipped out his trusty credit card and does the procedural routine of inserting the card, tipping, signing, and saying "no thanks" to the receipt, dropping in a spare dollar or two into their "college funds" tip jar.
The boys filed in line after they've decided on what they wanted that night all while Jungkook started to overthink what he wanted to get.
Jungkook likes to change up his drink from time to time. After practices, he'd like something more refreshing to quickly chug down. After later practices, he'd get something more caffeinated to keep him awake for a night full of assignments. After games, it depends on the outcome of the prior— losing, he wouldn't order anything. Winning, however, he likes Pleasantea bobaristas to choose for him.
It's a good thing they won tonight.
When the line of his teammates dispersed and they all maneuvered into the back where their usual spot was, Jungkook realized it was his turn already. He didn't notice that he let all the boys go in front of him on purpose and he was the last of the group to order. However, he does take mental note of how New Girl keeps up a good face after each customer, something that Dahlia lacks because each customer removes a layer of her niceness as they come and go.
Jungkook slides closer to the register, his eyes never leaving hers as her own form into crescents— a silent, but welcoming greeting.
"Hi, what can I get for you?"
His lips forms a smile to hear her voice clear as day. "Do you think you can surprise me?"
The favor evidently takes her by surprise before she lets out a laugh, nodding. "Yeah, I can. Is there anything you're craving specifically?"
"Nope," he shakes his head. "You new?"
She smiles in return. "Yeah. Yesterday was my first day. Still getting a hang of it."
"You got a favorite drink..." Jungkook dragged out his sentence to look at her name badge, realizing that her name really was what he has been told. "___?"
The bobarista hums in thought before she lazily shrugs. "I haven't had many drinks, yet, but I really like the plain milk tea."
"I'll just get that then. Large, boba, light ice."
She nods as she puts it into the register as Jungkook patted his black jeans, searching his pockets for his wallet. In his head, he's pondering about the amount of tips to tip her.
"Sweetness level?"
Jungkook, without even processing he's said it, goes, "you." It takes him by surprise just as much as it took her, but he decides to roll with it. He even mentally pats himself, because damn, that was pretty smooth of him. He noticed that her fingers paused in tapping on the pad, just before meeting his expression consisting of a (douchebag) smirk and kind eyes. She raised her eyebrows before letting out a light chuckle, shaking her head.
"Cute," is all she said before placing the order and directing him to insert his card. As Jungkook mentally fist bumps himself, he decided to tip her the ten dollar bill laying in his wallet into the tip jar, before she glanced up at him with crescent eyes once more. "Your order will be ready at the other end of the counter."
As Jungkook thanked her, he lingered for a bit as she disappeared behind the bar where she met the three other girls shuffling around to finish the end of the night shift with dozens of customers waiting inside and outside. He shoved his wallet into the back of his pocket as he met up with the boys who took up the entire back of the shop where a long table basically welcomed them with open arms.
"What you get this time, Captain?" Jaehyun made a single nod towards Jungkook.
"Just their milk tea," Jungkook responded.
Jungkook has had the plain milk tea before. It's what Pleasantea was known for. It's their signature drink. A roasted flavor with just the right amount of sweetness with just 75% sugar. However, responding with reference to her as a sweetness, it might be a bit sweeter with just 100%. But it doesn't matter. He managed to get a "cute" from the new bobarista at Pleasantea and he intends to share it with his lacrosse team.
"New worker called me cute."
Jaehyun let out a snort, while Yoongi excitedly leaned in to add onto the list of other cringe-worthy pickup lines Jungkook says to girls. "Did you make another boba pick-up line? Remember when you tried to flirt with Dahlia but ended up only getting roasted by her?"
"Yeah, well, ___ called me cute. She just asked how sweet I wanted my drink to be," he explained. "I answered back with, 'you'."
It's the shove and nudge coming from both directions and the bursted balloon that held crazy laughter coming from not only Jaehyun, but Yoongi and Jaemin who listened to the terrible conversation they were most grateful to not have witnessed first hand. Jungkook grinned widely, pushing off his teammates who were disgusted by such a revolting experience.
"God, you are terrible," Yoongi covered his face with his hands, hiding from sheer embarrassment as Jungkook chuckled broadly. "I hope she spits in your drink because that was god awful."
"She thought it was cute, actually," Jungkook tooted his own horn— something he loved doing. Cocky isn't a pleasant trait on him, but he somehow makes it work.
Jaemin shook his head in mild distaste. "Man, get the fuck out of here."
"Boys!"
The familiar sound of Jihyo calling out a broad name as an endearment to the only boys that she has a love and hate relationship with catches the lacrosse teams' ears, having them get up in excitement. Half of the table decides to go while the other half stays and saves the spot, wanting to spend about half an hour there to settle.
It takes them a minute or two to have all of them come back with max two drinks in hand and while half of the boys passed out the variety of drinks to the others who saved their spot, Jungkook scrolls through his phone as Jaemin places his drink in front of him, a straw on top. Like second nature, Jungkook grabs the straw and stabs the plastic wrap, his jaw preparing to chew the sweet goodness of tapioca pearls.
However, it's not that that he was anticipating prior that made him furrow his eyebrows at the taste. It was the odd flavor that came before the pearls that made him retract the drink from his mouth to look at the label of what type of drink he got.
At first, he furrowed his eyebrows because he thought he had received the wrong drink. But it's in the middle of wanting to ask Jaemin if the drink he got actually belong to him, that he realized where he fucked up. Jaemin was curious as well, arching an eyebrow and turning the cup to its side to see if Jaemin actually grabbed the wrong drink.
It's the hysterical laughter coming from Jaemin's mouth ringing in the air that made Jungkook's lips part, but in all honestly, Jungkook wasn't as surprised. He watches his teammate share the cup around, laughter suddenly becoming louder at what has been witnessed— a rise and downfall of their own team captain.
The mocking sniggering that dispersed into air echoed throughout the boba shop's walls and inevitably, the new bobarista girl must be hearing it crystal clear, probably a playful smile on her lips as she heard the laughter grow at her own doing.
Eventually, Jungkook snatched the drink back and chugs it down anyways, shaking his head. Each time he took a sip, he looks at the side of his cup and wrinkles his nose in disdain.
MLK TEA. LESS ICE. 0% SWEET.
two days later.
The unfamiliarity of the road just near the outskirt of the town heading towards your new part-time job grows familiar each shift you are scheduled to work. The swerve and crooks of the road, the uneven pavements, the tiny dip as you enter the plaza— your mind becomes used to it, no longer using your GPS to know your way around the roads.
You arrive to your shift about a minute late, hurrying out of your car into the shop where Dahlia only greets you with a welcoming smile behind the bar. You take the marble colored hair clip you had in hand and clip your damp hair no thanks to your last minute morning shower you had to take after skipping your nightly routine. In theory, you had to blame the overwhelming paperwork you just had to wait last minute on for your lack of sleep and lack of hygiene.
"Hi, sorry, I'm late," you apologize, clocking in. Dahlia waves you off, passing by you into the back room where the sink was running. As you met her gaze, her lips portray a warm smile.
"You're all good. Sunny went to Orange Valley, so it's just you and me for awhile."
"Orange Valley?" You raise an eyebrow. "Why did she go to Orange Valley?"
"To restock. That's where our supplier of lavender and fresh fruits are. She usually has me or Jihyo pick it up, but thank god she had me just watch over you," Dahlia explains, turning the faucet off and pouring what you assumed was freshly rinsed boba in a large strainer into a bin of sugary water. "How was your morning? Did you sleep at all last night?"
"Nope, not at all," you respond, washing your hands in the sink just behind the bar.
"I can tell," Dahlia laughs, her voice more apparent as she appears from the back, two hands carefully holding the boba bin of where tiny black spheres float in sweet water that is only about to get sweeter once Dahlia pours the honey in. "Load up on some of the coffee and you'll be fully recharged."
"What type of coffee do you suggest?"
Dahlia pauses, looks up excitingly, and says from the top of her head, "Cold brew. Two pumps of the white chocolate, shake it, and add oat milk. That's my go-to for my 8 am's."
Wrinkling your nose, you go ahead and grab one of the metal shakers and take it apart in front of you, grabbing the ounce cap and the bottle for the white chocolate syrup. "You take 8 am's?"
"I like to get out early. Like 11 am early so that I can sleep for lunch," she says as she stirs the boba in continuous loops. "Plus, I can fit more shifts into my schedule."
"You're so brave," you sarcastically state, filling the cap with the syrup twice and pouring it into the shaker.
You'd like to say you're getting the hang of it. It's only been your third shift, but the register has been pretty good to you in terms of taking people's orders. The drinks were slowly getting there, but at least you can make the flavored teas without freezing and having to look at the ratios placed on the fridge. That only occurs with the more complicated drinks. Even then, you'd rather ask Dahlia or Luna or Jihyo for help.
Dahlia asks you if you had any questions or any difficulty with memorizing. And while you honestly tell her that some drinks are hard to remember, she agrees wholeheartedly and encourages that you'll eventually get it. She also throws in with her encouragement while in preparation of the shop opening that she has some sort of quizlet for the drinks and that she'll send it to you to help you memorize.
As you thank her, you decide to make that cold brew drink she recommended, repeating her instructions in your head like a mantra. Dahlia curves around the bar to flip the sign to open as well as bringing out a stand that promotes a a buy three get one free drink deal just a few feet away from the door.
She comes back in and checks up on your drink that you were currently just shaking together, only then that the particular movement of the glass door swinging open captures your attention from the coffee machine, your mind immediately registering that a new customer has entered the shop, causing you to pause on your current doings. Sauntering over to the register of where the point of sale system sits, you immediately make eye contact with the customer.
And once that you realize that that customer just happens to be Jeon Jungkook, the dumbass that thought you were worth a coy, yet terribly executed coquetry dripping from his mouth, you internally groan.
He makes the same eye contact with you, eyebrows shooting up as if he didn't expect to see you, especially after the 'first' encounter with each other that one night, working. You hope that he saw the way your face falls into sheer distaste while he makes it plan to order because as he opens his mouth, you immediately halt him in his tracks, putting a finger up and shaking your head.
"Give me one second."
Without a second glance thrown into his direction again, you take the time to run behind the counter, unseen, tapping Dahlia's arm, tutting your tongue and nodding towards the register in which Dahlia could only laugh to herself at how easy it was for you to do that. She drops the shaker she was making of the mango black tea for the customer waiting by the bar and silently motions you to take over, in which you pleasantly do so, so long as you don't ever get to interact with Jungkook.
Trust, it isn't the confrontation of that night where you made his drink revoltingly plain, but it is more of the initiation of cutting any type of contact attached to him, as that night of the winning lacrosse team isn't the 'first' encounter with him.
Jeon Jungkook is the acquiring taste of dark chocolate. Like the bitter yet sweet taste, you know of the infamous Jeon Jungkook from your own past experiences, having to have encountered him multiple times along the road of lengthy university years up until now. He's introduced himself to you multiple times, but guessing he was completely shit-faced drunk each occurrence, your name and face has probably went over his head as he wakes up with another name and face beside him in bed.
The first time was during your first year, a visit to a Kappa Sugma Ligma frat party where the face of second year Jeon Jungkook was pretty prominent. (And by that, he was shit faced drunk and kept insisting to dance with you. But as a prude first year, you stuck with babying your friends instead). The second time was at a more mellow kickback the summer prior to second year, introducing himself again right after getting kegged. He stole your friend away from your group to dance, but you didn't really notice that you've already met him until the tiny revelation hits one afternoon when that so- called friend announces that her and Jungkook are supposedly fuck buddies. The third time he's introduced himself to you again was when he was smashingly drunk. The other times were just as sublime, but this one was what kicked you off your rocker because not only did he end things with your friend who grew an emotional attachment, he managed to introduce himself to you by puking all over your new pants.
Jungkook is the exquisite taste of dark chocolate; while he may be known for his good looks and "long-stick shots" and his supposed 'kind' demeanor, a lot of people do happen to like him. However, you aren't those lot of people who enjoy the taste of dark chocolate, hence why he leaves a strong dreadful taste on your tongue.
There's a mild surprise sparking from Jungkook when he realizes that Dahlia takes over, but nevertheless he orders his drink of a passion fruit green tea with light sugar and light ice. And with his whole chest, he loudly enough goes, just for you to hear behind the bar, "Can you tell her to actually add sugar this time?"
And a light scoff at his indirect, you roll your eyes as you pour the previous drink into the large cup with boba for the other customer, a response coming out of your mouth channeling the same energy as his.
"Don't worry, I will."
It's not long until you've rejuvenated through the suggested cold brew drink and began washing dishes that Dahlia comes in with a devious laugh escaping her throat. She leans against one of the fridges of where the basic teas of ranged from black to green sat in, her head shaking as she marvels at you with glimmering eyes. You raise an eyebrow at her in curiosity, confused as to why she was giggling.
"How many ounces of syrup do you put in the flavored teas?"
Her laughter kind of dies down, but she bites her lip to suppress another giggle making its way up. Drying your hands with the green dry rag hanging to the side of the sink, you turn your body to face her and answer swiftly, "3 for larges, 2 for regulars."
And then her smile grows to the point where it reaches her eyes. "And how many ounces of passion fruit did you put in Jungkook's tea?"
The question takes you back in time just about 10 minutes ago when you finished making Jungkook's desired passion fruit green tea with light sugar and light ice, only after he decided to throw in with such ambition to "actually add sugar this time". You debate on telling Dahlia the truth, only because you haven't worked with her for awhile to trust her just yet, but seeing how she was very amused as she asked the question, you shrug.
"Why?"
Dahlia giggles once more. "Jungkook complained about it and asked me to make him a new one." You roll your lips inward, stifling a laugh. "It's okay, you can tell me. I won't snitch. Seeing him ticked off was pretty funny."
And that was enough for you to trust your sweet co-worker. "Six. And a half."
It's then that she bursts all of her laughter out, both of you basking in light laughter about your own doing. "Brilliant."
"Why, he didn't like it? I added sugar."
The light laughs coming from her mouth ultimately leads into tears as she wipes under her eyes. Shaking her head, she points a finger at you. "You are terrible. Absolutely terrible. First the milk tea— which was a pretty genius comeback— and now the passion fruit? Gold."
To that, you shrug. "Thanks. Sorry you had to remake his drink, though."
"Girl, you're fine. To see him all annoyed about it was worth it," she smirks. "Are you guys like... I don't know... archenemies? Frenemies?"
"I'm not exactly fond of him," you answer truthfully. "I'm guessing he's never met me before— or at least, he doesn't remember we've met before, but I've met him plenty of times. One of which is when he puked all over my new lilac pants."
Dahlia's mouth flies open, a hand slapped over her mouth in complete shock at what she was hearing. Maybe you are tampering with the impression of a well adored guy that everyone at Pleasantea (hell, the whole town) seems to love, but hell, Jungkook was not handmade by the gods to be loved by everyone.
"Jungkook puked on you?"
You nod your head in response. "Third time in meeting him and each impression does not progressively get better."
"Now I see why you put no sugar in his milk tea the other night," Dahlia laughs. "Jihyo was a little mad at the move, but she admits his flirting tactic was dreadful."
"I'm sure he's tried flirting with you guys? I'm not the only one who experiences it?"
"Oh yeah," Dahlia nods, letting out an amused puff of air. "Flirted with Luna first because they were in the same class. She's never interacted with him in school, so once he found out she worked here, he suddenly became all flirty, but you know Luna, she's blunt and she told him that she has a girlfriend."
You nod, staying quiet as Dahlia goes on to continue. "Then it was Jihyo, once he started bringing all of the lacrosse team here. But Jihyo's like... basically engaged. Promise ring and everything. Then it was Ryujin, but Jungkook realized he made her uncomfortable." To that, I snort. "Then me, but personally, I've been eyeing Yoongi and he backed off when he found that out. So yeah, he's a very flirty man with a taste in boba girls. It's your turn now!"
"Does he have some sort of boba fetish? Does he need help?"
"Probably," Dahlia shrugs, smiling amusedly. "But you're not exactly helping him with that."
You let out a chuckle. "Well, it's a no from me."
"Figured as much," she nods in agreement. "He's nice when he's not trying to get your number."
"You mean when his ego isn't eating him up and he suddenly thinks that every girl is going to fall for him at first sight?"
Dahlia rolls her lips inwards before nodding once more. "Precisely. But hey, hella tips."
Jungkook comes in again while you're working a week later, but this time with his friends, Yoongi and Jaehyun following after him, strutting inside the minimalistic shop with what you assumed to be their practice attire just by the sweat and glow on their facial structures caused by the aftermath of exercise.
You're guessing that Jungkook's been avoiding you, and he has been pretty good with it if you can recall that the last time you've seen him in the shop was a week prior. When Jungkook peers up from his phone after you greet the group a, "hello, welcome" loudly and scurry behind the register to take their order, he couldn't help but to groan obnoxiously.
"Great," he mutters in hopes that only his friends would hear, but due to the lack of distance and your exceptional hearing, your eyebrows shot up.
"Woah," you put your hands up in mock defense. "No need to get all irked. I won't tamper with your drink again."
"Right. Annoying brat," Jungkook mutters to himself half-heartedly as you smirk. As his eyes look up to the menu to give it a few sweeps despite how often he comes here, you think about how much he dreads having you work here and to be taking his order, and while it's not exactly the best customer service, it was very amusing.
"Just don't mess up while ordering, and we'll see what happens," you tell him bluntly. His eyes glued onto the menu above you flickers down to meet yours, a false vendetta of your eyes disappearing into crescents as his your lips turn upwards to greet him, his head shaking in response. Audibly, his friends snicker behind him.
"Go, Jungkook. Tell her that you want your milk tea as sweet as her again."
"Or that you'd want your drink to actually have sugar in it."
The taunts eliciting out of his own friends' mouth set Jungkook into straight annoyance, his eyes snapping behind them to throw presumable death glares at them over his shoulder while you patiently wait for him to hit you with a brand new drink that you can practice on making under 30 seconds thanks to your competitive mindset.
The teases make you chuckle as you shake your head. You notice Jaehyun take a step forward to rest his hands on the tense Jungkook, attempting to give him a friendly pat before Jungkook nudges him off.
"Fuck off," Jungkook scoffs, Jaehyun cackling beside him in response before he turns his direction towards you and gives a single acknowledging head nod.
"How's a going, Shortstack?" Jaehyun asks, pulling out his wallet beside Jungkook whose eyes are roaming the menu up and down, top to bottom.
"Doin' alright, Jaehyun," you smile, politely. "How's anatomy for ya?"
Jaehyun lets out a sarcastic, nervous laugh— one that takes the attention of Jungkook and you're unsure if it's because of his own friends' laughter or because he is surprised to know that you and Jaehyun know each other from your guys' microbiology lab class last semester. "Kicking my ass, but I've been using your notes as guidance. Hey, thanks for those by the way."
"No worries. Hopefully that'll do some work and help you pass," you encouragingly say, a smile on your face as he gives a single thumbs up. You know Jaehyung as the sarcastic ass when he fucked around in microbiology and always picked fights with your lab professor. But even then, he was nice to you, other than the fact that he made fun of your height. "Decided on what you want?"
"Yeah, can I get that lavender milk tea? Extra boba, please."
"Got it. Regular ice and sugar?"
"Yes and yes," he nods, pulling out his wallet. Once he finishes the transaction and Ryujin, your other coworker whom you barely work with, comes out from the back to start on the drinks, Yoongi steps up as you take a glance at the wandering-eyed Jungkook.
Facing your attention back to Yoongi, he carefully orders an iced green tea with light sugar and regular ice, emphasizing that he wants no toppings with that order as he wants something to chug down. From his energy, you take that he's very easy-going, not someone hard to talk to by how aware he was when he sounded annoying emphasizing that he didn't want any boba in his drink that he apologized. He drops in a two dollar tip into the box and as you thank him, he gives an easy smile.
As it was Jungkook's turn, he lets out a long "um" before dragging his eyes down to you from the menu. His friends wander to their usual spot in the back, leaving Jungkook behind to finish up with his order that he seemed to be taking centuries making up his mind with. He quirks his lip a bit as you stare expectingly. "Swear you won't mess with the drink?"
"Not the one making it," you point towards Ryujin behind you before smirking. "None of that flirty business and you'll get your drink in perfect condition."
This time, Jungkook laughs, and it's warm. It's like a light scoff, but there was something velvet about the way it rolled out of his throat, followed by a shake of his head. "Was it that bad?"
"Pretty bad," you agree, honestly. "If you wanted my number, you could have asked."
"Really?"
"Not that I'd actually give you my number," you warn, teasingly. He lets out another laugh and this time it was more audible and clear. Something that makes you want to hear again. "But, tacky pick-up lines don't really tickle my peach."
"Then what does?"
Jungkook holds your gaze for a moment, expecting an answer that could help him in the near future. Maybe if the register wasn't the only thing separating you two, it would be mistaken for an intimate moment, but because you know your place as the bobarista talking to a customer and this is strictly a professional environment, you decide to go with, "Ordering your drink. Have you figured out what you'd like?"
It takes a second for him to realize his standing point as well, shaking his head as he realizes your answer, one that he is impressed by because not only did you not cower away with an awkward response, you weren't that easy to give him what he wanted. The response you gave him was nothing short of clever, and he realizes that each encounter with you reinforces his idea of you that is solely based off of the sly, clever, and beautiful boba worker of Pleasantea.
"I'll have the regular guava green tea. Light ice, light sugar," he says, his hand digging into his back pocket, fishing for his wallet.
As he slides his card and finishes up everything with his transaction swiftly, you go and hurry over to Ryujin who has finished all the other drinks of Yoongi and Jaehyun's, expectantly looking at you to finish Jungkook's drink.
Ryujin quirks her lips as she leans back against the ice dispenser, nodding in confirmation as I point at the receipt of Jungkook's order staring flatly at you. "It's your boyfriend's drink. You should make it."
"Not my boyfriend," you tell her as her lips twitch up more. Taking the shakers and preparing to make his drink, you focus on pouring the syrup into the shaker before speaking up towards her. "Didn't he flirt with you too? He's yours, isn't he?"
Ryujin crinkles her nose, shaking her head vigorously in disgust that her hair bun shook on top of her head with her. You start chuckling to yourself at her reaction, the look on her face was filled with distaste, as if she associated Jungkook with a bad memory. "Nope, never. He's all yours, babycakes."
"Nuh-uh. I don't go for guys who have a fetish for boba workers."
"He just has great taste," Ryujin half-heartedly defends him with a wink, throwing an imaginary hair strand over her shoulder before taking a cap for the cups and popping it on to finish it. "Can't blame him. I mean, we're all pretty hot."
To that, you let out a snort, shaking your head. Ryujin takes the cup and calls out for Jungkook's name, the sound of the echoing shuffling of his footsteps fading in closer as he comes to the counter. Instinctively, you beat Ryujin to the dirty shakers used for the drink and go into the back to wash them, avoiding any more interaction with Jungkook for that day.
"Oh, so sorry to do this."
Jungkook wasn't really sorry, but he feigns innocence in his attitude a couple days later while you work an opening shift with your boss. It doesn't help that you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, annoyed that you didn't wake up as early as you hoped to, and ended up being a couple of minutes late to your shift, with Sunny raising an eyebrow at your delayed presence.
She wasn't all that disturbed by it, but it made you annoyed for the first hour of opening as few customer came trickling in. To make matters worst as you were just dying down from your self-annoyance, Jungkook comes in.
It wasn't his order or the way he ordered that ticked your rocker off, but it was a good 30 seconds right after you'd finish making his drink order that he gives off an innocent customer façade as if you weren't the barista that he flirted with before.
"But I asked for light sugar?"
Blinking at him, you felt your eyebrow medially twitch. For a moment, you don't know what to do, and of course, Sunny's behind you, watching your every move carefully. An apology slips through your mouth as you take the drink and nod, feigning a smile at him as he replicates one of his own. "Oh, was it too sweet for you? I'll fix that for you."
Sunny is silent from the other side of the bar as she observes you remake the drink, being careful with the sweetness and your mind mentally shooting daggers at Jungkook's doe-like eyes while you perfect the drink. As you hand over the refurbished tea to Jungkook, he had the audacity to try it again in front of you, as if he was some critic for the Boba Review. Pausing to see if the taste was enough to be satisfied, he shakes his head and lays it in front of you, nudging it with the knuckle of his finger. "It's still a little too sweet."
Biting your tongue, you feel your eye twitch as Jungkook smirks at you, taunting you with the customer service you're forced to veil. And it's within the third drink you made for him, only for him to taste it and shake his head again as if you were in servitude to him. But knowing Sunny and how she is strict on Pleasantea's saying of, 'making the customer satisfied', you smile through the annoyance and the mental stabbing, Jungkook probably amused at how your right eye was twitching after he taunts you with purpose.
And on the fifth drink, you purse your lips as he finally take a sip of it— one that was dramatic and off the top— before he gives a satisfied nod, showing off his pearly whites to you as he takes the drink half-heartedly. "Thank you, it's just right."
Should've spit in that one, you thought.
"Sorry about that. Thank you for being patient," you grit through your teeth as he smirks winningly before trotting off outside into his damn red Jeep that makes you consider keying.
Unexpectedly, once the door shuts, Sunny starts to laugh at the other end of the bar, shaking her head as you turn towards her with two dirty shakers in hand. Concerned, you scrunch your eyebrows, "what's wrong?"
"You both are..." The way that Sunny scrunches her nose as she thinks makes you pause in your stance, wondering what she could say about you and Jungkook to be in the same category. "Something else," she observes, walking away with her head down to her iPad.
With Jungkook, it became banter here and there.
Most of the times, it's just silent banter, one of which he gives you a side eye, you simply taking it in every time he orders, but at least his friends don't feel the same way. You only familiarize yourself with Jaehyun the most out of Jungkooks' friend group, but even then, the entire group weren't strangers. Dahlia tells you about how they come here all the time and she can breezily list off their usual orders from the top of her head and eventually, it didn't become hard for you to befriend them.
Jungkook takes note on how your voice drops about the 5th time he's came in when you were working. It was more prominent after having dealt with a customer before his group of friends and him. He notices that you've taken a comfortability with them to be given the privilege to talk to them in your casual voice rather than the higher pitched voice that exudes customer service.
After the incident that you falsely laughed to him the next time you saw him at the shop of which he used Pleasantea's promise of making the customer satisfied against you and had you remake his drink five times, there were a lot of promising moments between the two of you. Dahlia witnessing one too many times that she keeps a stick note near the register and tally marks under "Jungkook and ___ Pleasantea tension". It made Sunny amused enough that she even tally-marked for the time he made you remake his drink.
There was this one favorable moment that Dahlia deemed deserves two tally marks because Jungkook just happened to come in and order a drink right before your shift ended. And while you assume he was going to pick a fight with you again, you notice as you're about to clock out, he was flirting with a girl. You don't think too much of it, until you notice the girl looking uncomfortable.
The dark-haired girl presses her lips into a fine line, almost forced as she tries to politely back away and silently hope that Jungkook would leave her alone. It isn't until she's laughing nervously and Jungkook following in her fleeing steps that you take the situation into your own hands and quietly wave goodbye to Dahlia who was in the midst of taking another customer's order.
Sweeping past around the bar, you approach the girl, politely laying your hand on her arm with a smile on your face.
"Hi! Thank you for waiting for me! You didn't have to meet me at work, I could have just picked you up!"
Jungkook, in the corner of your eye, furrows his eyebrows at the seeming connection between you two. The girl's face morphs from being startled to understanding your motives before she nods and follows in suit. "Oh, no worries. I wanted to get a drink anyways."
"Here, I'll walk you to your car and we can figure out where to eat," you kindly urge as she responds with an agreeing nod. When you peer over at Jungkook, he could only arch an eyebrow at the situation he was standing in front of.
"Jungkook," you acknowledge, a single nod heading his direction.
"___," he says your name with the same intent, watching as you and the girl he was unknowingly making uncomfortable slide past him, leaving him to grab his drink that was waiting at the other end of the counter, dumbfounded.
After that day, you made a new friend, her name being Jisoo. She gives her thanks as you walk her back to her car for saving her from that uncomfortable situation and you, in turn, having to explain that Jungkook is a little airheaded at times. You gave her a comforting hug and announce that you hope to see her soon in different circumstances in which she wholeheartedly agrees and while not only did you make a new friend that day, you also gained two new brooding tally marks on the pale yellow sticky note that stared back at you at your next shift.
Along with tension, Jungkook remains reluctant when he orders.
A roll of your eyes and a reassurance that tampering his drink was a one time deal— until he opened his mouth again, and it wasn't so much a one time deal— would be in check. But even after that second time you messed with him, you didn't bother with the third time, although he makes it very tempting to. "It's not like I'm going to continuously ruin your drink every time you come in here. I heard you're the reason why this place picked up business."
"Am I?"
"Yeah. Star of the lacrosse team, well-known in the town, bringing your teammates— that's what Dahlia tells me."
"Give Dahlia my thanks for her appraisal," he smirks and you snort at how quickly his ego has sky-rocketed by your simple statement.
"How can Sunny tell me that you're the most humble person on earth, yet you proceed to continue with cocky, yet cunning statements?"
"All apart of the charm, baby," he winks and clicks his tongue.
The "charm" makes you internally want to vomit. "Watch it, baby. I heard you're allergic to almonds. I'm not afraid to put almond milk in your milk tea."
He sucks in a deep breath at your threat, raising an eyebrow in challenge. The way you were so quick to use one of his weakness against him has him merely impressed, but nonetheless intimidated. "You wouldn't."
"Tempting," you hum to scare him off, but you shake your head. "But you're right, I wouldn't. However, you call me "baby" one more time, your next drink will have a little surprise with a side of an ambulance, just in case."
A handsome smile conquers his face, before shaking his head. "I'll just keep my mouth shut and hope you accept my tip."
"Tip accepted. Will that be all for you?"
"If I ask for my receipt, can I have your number on top?"
"Jungkook—"
And just then Jungkook cuts you off by hitting "print" on his screen, causing the long receipt to print from your end, an amused smirk on his face while you take his receipt and glare at him. Letting out a defeated sigh, you take the pen right next to the cashier and begin to write numbers on the top. "Just because you asked."
Jungkook raises his eyebrows at your notion and immediately acts calm when you look up to hand him his receipt. Internally, he was shocked that you actually put your number on it, followed by a heart and a comforting smile from your end as he didn't think it'd work. Jaehyun and Yoongi were just as surprised as well, but they shrug it off, thinking that you'd actually fall for his flirty tactics one way.
That was, until he calls the number that night when he gets home. He waits specifically until 9:23 PM and calls your number, hoping that you weren't asleep so that he could whip up a random and cheesy statement in the heat of the moment when you'd answer. However, when he hears the line pick up, he is first met with surprise, then confusion, then absolute hysterics as even he couldn't help but laugh to hear that you had given him a fake number, one so intricate that it led him to hear a man's voice saying, "so sorry, man. But they're not interested. But plenty of fish in the sea, right?" and then the voice mail message immediately ending.
Jungkook laughs in his kitchen, staring at his phone with an amused smile like an idiot. Even his roommate who walks into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge asks Jungkook why he's staring at his phone like a psychopath. Jungkook could only shake his head in realization that something as simple as to asking for your number wouldn't be that easy.
"I didn't think I'd see you here," Jungkook approaches you with ease, giving a head nod towards his lacrosse mates that he'd catch up with them later as he pauses to stop in front of you. Just then, he points at the drink you were holding. "You brought boba?"
"Came from work," you shrug. You didn't think you'd show up to this party last minute after getting a text from Chaeyoung that she'll pick you up at your house after you get home from your shift, but in an odd spin of events, you're at the party and sponsoring your job's signature milk tea. "It's my chaser."
He lets out a sonorous laugh, one in which he gives you a look as if you were pure genius. It slowly disappears when he gives a subtle nod of his chin to prep his next topic change. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that if you were jealous of me talking to your friend the other day—"
Widening your eyes, you retract your mouth from your boba straw and attempt to swallow down the sweet taste before you choke on it. "Slow your roll, cockface. I interrupted because she was evidently uncomfortable with your presence."
He hums in denial, making you roll your eyes at his obliviousness.
"Trust me, Jungkook, your flirting isn't all that great," you scoff, putting him in his place. "Just because you're Mister "Long Stick Shot", doesn't mean you're Mister "Long Dick"."
Jungkook lets out a laugh, evidently amused by your rhetoric. "As if you've seen one for good measure."
"Do you really want me to respond to that?"
And just as he snorts in response, you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face at the sound of his amusement. Unsure why, but you just want to continue hearing it and be satisfied that you're the reason for the laugh that elicits out of his mouth.
The small appreciation is well buried the minute you freeze for a single moment when you see a figure you've done so well to avoid.
A 61-day streak of not running into him, but who's counting.
A groan pasts your lips, followed by a scrunch of your nose that makes you want to chug down a bottle of Fireball rather than make the slightest interaction with your ex-boyfriend of two years, Kim Taehyung.
Admittedly, you were doing so well as to not running into him after that one incident at the grocery store. While you were with your roommates, they advised you to hide behind the apples and then covered you when you went into the tampon aisle.
Though it's been four months since Taehyung and you have called it a quits— more so on his end because he claims he had 'lost feelings overtime', it still bothers you to be in the same place breathing the same air as him. He wasn't the most revolting character in your mind, but if he were the last person on earth and there was only a bucket of water left, you would not share the basic human necessity with him.
Jungkook shoots an eyebrow at your irked presence, pondering if his existence standing only a foot away from you was that disgusting to you that you had to groan the minute he lets out a single breath. However, he notices the way your eyes flicker from the bottle of Jameson to your right to a certain person in the crowd a couple times, taking it into his mind of his own to look past his shoulder, trying to dictate which person is making you want to chug down a bottle of Jameson so badly.
"Who are you—?" As he turns his head back to your taciturn behavior, he was expecting you to have disappeared, but he did not think that he would see you, a cup of boba in one hand and the other, a bottle of Jameson being directed down your throat as your neck evidently takes in multiple chugs. Widening his eyes, he immediately brings his hands to the bottom of the bottle and retrieves it back from you while you take in every last drop before the bottle of the wretched liquid is retracted from your every grasp. "Are you insane? Slow down, babe."
You bring your boba straw into your mouth, driving off the pungent taste of what will come up again later on the night with your well thought out chaser, a few boba balls to chew in between your teeth before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Jungkook stares at you as if you grew two heads, placing the bottle down before someone else takes it with a glare shot at you for drinking nearly half the bottle in one go.
"Don't call me that," you let out a burp, one that makes Jungkook chuckle, shaking his head at how sporadic you can be. "I need to forget someone's presence tonight."
Jungkook wasn't dumb, he knew it had to be someone that's making you want to regret a fun night altogether. "Ex-boyfriend?"
You nod your head in the direction of where you previously stared at before doing something reckless in confirmation. Letting out a giggle, you wait until he scrunches his eyebrows his confusion for your clarification. "Of two wasteful years, the award for best douchebag is Kim Taehyung!"
He hums in response. "Ah. You know chugging down Jameson is only going to make you forget your name, not his."
Shrugging, your lips form into a smile. "That's alright, I'm not a lightweight. Don't worry. It'll take awhile for it to do its job."
"Not the job you want—"
"Shush," you stop him for a moment before taking one last sip of your boba and place it down onto the countertop, giving it a silent goodbye as you know better not to pick it up again after it has been set down. "You up for dancing, Long Stick?"
"What?" He chuckles, before he realizes that you've taken his wrist into your own fingers, tugging it as the loud speaker plays another Mac Dre song that has the crowd repeating, 'get stupid!' over and over again with the beat.
Jungkook wasn't dumb. He knew that you pulled him to dance with you in subtle hopes that Kim Taehyung would notice that you're cozying up to someone that wasn't him. He knew you could care less if it were either him or another guy in the party, but to Jungkook, in his mind, better him than any other blood thirsty, testosterone-filled guy that would take advantage of you and your badly drunken state from the wrath of Jameson.
He knows he may not be the best option to have you rub up against him as you slur the lyrics of Mac Dre's Thizzle Dance with his hands holding onto your hips, but as annoying as he can be with his coquetry, he knows that morally he cannot and will not take advantage of you after witnessing you chug down dark liquor that even he has bad memories tied along with it.
It doesn't take long before you're closing your eyes from the dizziness you were feeling from each sway and bump of your hips. It doesn't take long before everything becomes a blur and you're having to blink multiple times to keep your gaze in focus. You think you stumble over your feet a couple of times, but you can't tell if you're standing upright anymore. It doesn't take long before you feel yourself against someone, eyes closed as you find odd solitude in a stranger who holds you carefully in their arms. It doesn't take long that you indeed forget your own name, trying to steady your breathing. It doesn't take long before it's become black, and there is nothing for you to remember all through the night.
"Oh fucking hell."
There's something frightening about the first time you wake up and you register that you are somewhere that is nowhere near recognizable. It's not your own bed, maybe your own sofa, or even your friend's sofa— it's somewhere completely foreign. The realization after blinking the drowsiness away is what gets to you, and your heart races when the blood has gone cold as ice throughout your body.
That is exactly how you felt when the ceiling had a dark wood fan hung from it, when you felt that the bed was springy than your usual tempurpedic mattress, when you saw that the walls were not your room's decorative green, but a boring beige, when you realized that your bed was not only empty, but Jeon Jungkook sleeps soundly with his body turned towards you.
The worst part is realizing where you don't know where your things are. You distinctively remember you brought nothing but your phone and keys to the party right before you recall chugging down the devil's water.
As you sit up on the bed quietly to roam down your pockets of your jeans, you realize something that also makes you want to freak out as your breath has halted. You were also missing your jeans.
Peeking under the sheets, you must have gone pale to see nothing but your bare legs and your cherry printed underwear just below your waist. Thankfully your shirt and bra was on, but the night was too hazy to even tell what could have happened and that was enough to make you feel a vitriolic taste climb up your throat.
You turn your head in hopes to find something of your belongings, realizing with each sweep of the foreign room, you find your black jeans on the floor just at the foot of the bed. Gulping, you carefully and silently flip the sheets off of you, noticing that Jungkook didn't have one inch of the sheets around him and you wonder if you hogged it all last night. As you swing your legs off the bed, you make a queasy face each second as you stand up, the sound of the springs not helping you sneak off without waking up Jungkook.
Tiptoeing to your jeans, you snatch them and hope to find your phone in the back pocket, only to feel a bit of relief to find your keys, but not your phone. Closing your eyes at the fact that you might have to roam around the house to find your phone, you take your jeans and carefully, one by one, slide your feet into them.
And just then, as you take a peek at Jungkook, he shifts and stirs in his bed, a slight moan coming out of his mouth before you realize that he is just waking up. You watch in silence as his arm slings over to where you lied, as if searching for you, and after a few unsatisfying pats, he drowsily opens his eyes to where they trace up to you.
Both of your gazes meet and with your heart completely stopping, you let out a meek, "Hi."
In that moment as your pants are midway being pulled up along your legs, you suddenly forget how to move. Every inch of your muscles head to toe has completely frozen over and without even being punched in the gut, the wind was taken right out of you.
Jungkook notices how you freeze so much so resembling a dog, he stifles a laugh, a tired chuckle emanating out of his lips as he sits up with one elbow propping him up. He rubs his eye with a curved index finger before sliding the pad of his thumb under the tip of his nose. You can't help but notice how good he looks just arising from his slumber, while you were in the midst of taking a walk of shame. You cringe when you realize your makeup is probably smudged under your eyes. "Hi. You alright there?"
"Uhm..." You blink, mouth becoming dry. "In all honesty, I really don't know how this usually works because I don't usually do one night stands—"
Jungkook lightly scoffs at that, shaking his head. "___."
"Can we forget this happened? Like can we just totally forget that I woke up next to you and that we—"
"___," he cuts you off, a laugh following after. He's amused by your panic, your immediate assumption making you run off in sentences that were flying off the walls this early in the morning. "We didn't do anything."
You blink again, your already dizzy mind running circles all over again. "We didn't?"
"You were pretty piss ass drunk, babe. I asked around for your friend... Chaeyoung, was it? to take you home, but I'm guessing she went home with Jaemin." The look on your face was probably amusing because there's a quirk of his lip evident. "I was also asking you where you live to drop you off, but little miss "I'm not a lightweight" could not form proper sentences by the end of the night, so the safest bet? I asked Yoongi to lend me the guest bedroom for you." He pauses to see your reaction, but seeing that you were more anxious to hear why the hell your pants were off, he lets out a sigh and continues. "You removed your pants because you said it was hot. Not because I removed it, or because I or you were insinuating anything. You basically threatened to use your "one week free trial of Muay Thai" on me if I laid a finger on you."
That made you cringe. "Good to know that drunk me can still defend herself."
"Yeah, if that means verbally threatening someone to break their arm and then blacking out mid-threat is considered defending yourself."
His little add on was responded with a glare from your end. "I'll break your arm right now, Jungkook."
"Funny. You said that last night before you pulled me into bed with you."
And your eyes widen again. "What?"
"Mhm," he says nonchalantly before letting out a dragging yawn. As he scratches his head, he continues, "you apologized for being mean and then asked me to stay with you. Didn't even plan on leaving, babe."
"Okay. That's enough embarrassing me today. I don't want to know the rest."
"You sure? Because you also said—"
"Piss off."
Jungkook, hysterically laughing at your quick annoyance to his own tease, contemplates in his head if he should tell you that you both had just happened to share a kiss that night. But seeing that a coral color was formulating along your cheeks and you were biting down on your lip, he mentally decided against it.
The embarrassment would grow immensely if he told you that though drunk you can defend yourself, drunk you also revealed to him that his lips looked, quote on quote, "soft and kissable". And just when he was in the middle of explaining to you to use the code word "boba" to indicate to him that you needed to throw up, you took him by surprise and kissed him. Would he be a fool to kiss back? Yes. To kiss back gently and memorizing your lips? A thousand times yes— a complete idiot, at its finest form.
Too bad that you just happened to be fool's gold— and Jungkook just happened to like shiny things.
Of course, Jungkook had no intention of taking advantage of you that night, especially when you were piss ass drunk and in any continuing second, you might've had to use the code word "boba" without any warning. So, he pulled back, and while he was worried that you might've realized what you've done, there was a smile on your lips, your eyes slightly opened in a daze. When he says your name in caution, you hiccup and tell him, "your lips are soft and kissable".
Would he be a jerk to just casually throw it in there while you are nearly freaking out and slightly disturbed by the whole scenario of waking up next to him pants-less at that moment? Yes, a big one. To maybe keep it in silence for awhile so that he may use it against you one day? Oh yeah, definitely. Ultra Platinum Jerk 3000.
But if he was going to fall for fool's gold, he might as well be the Ultra Platinum Jerk 3000.
"Why'd you even stay?"
Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts, realizing that his eyes had somehow wandered down to your legs without much notice. You didn't mind, mostly because it didn't seem like he was checking you out, but more so in deep thought. Plus, your legs are pretty killer.
"What?" He asks, causing you to lightly scoff.
"Why'd you stay?"
His nose crinkles as if that question was a terrible question to ask. "To watch over you? I'm not that terrible of a guy to just leave a very vulnerable girl alone in a bedroom in a house she doesn't know."
You purse your lips, a bit surprised at that considering that this is cocky "long stick shot" Jungkook. "Well... now great, that just make this super awkward."
"No sweat," he waves you off easily, hopping off the bed and running a hand through his tousled bed hair. "Here. I can take you home."
You pause, blinking. Your now still movements caught his attention, an eyebrow raising in question to your reaction to his gesture. "Are you sure?"
"You'd like to walk home instead, babe?"
Rolling your eyes at his question to answer your question, Jungkook smirks. "Thought so. Put your pants on and let's go."
When you get out of the room, you follow him downstairs, only for him to stop at the midsection where the stairs turn the other direction. You halt in your footsteps as well before he dives into his pocket and reaches out a phone with your familiar blue phone case on it. "Here. Saw it sticking out of your pocket and I knew you were going to lose it somehow."
As you take it in your hands, you felt a big wave of relief flood over you as you realize you had obtained everything important that you almost had a heart attack about losing. You and Jungkook share a small smile, him acknowledging that that was your way of thanking him, but not being able to say it, but if you allowed yourself to, you'd throw your arms around him for caring just a bit. However, the thought disappears when he continues on going down the stairs, a moment delay in your head to process before you continue following him.
There's shuffling down the hall when you reach the floor, and while you can barely make out what was happening because you managed to remove your contacts and discard them somewhere, all you hear is a very recognizable voice.
"Holy shit, you fucked boba girl?"
Jaehyun.
"Jaehyun—"
You groan and throw an annoyed middle finger at Jaehyun, cutting off Jungkook who seemed just as irked by Jaehyun's blunt question. "Fuck off. No, we didn't. As if I'd ever let him." You roll your eyes at the Jaehyung's assumption, but Jungkook could only quirk his eyebrow at your add-on. "How about you? Were you fucking Yoongi?"
A snort is heard next to you, Jungkook looking the other way to stifle his laughter.
"Woah there, Shortstack," Jaehyun bemusedly smirks, throwing a towel he was holding over his shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest. "And if I did?"
"I might have blacked out, but it's not hard to miss your screams for Yoongi's name down the hall," you announce, sarcastically. No, you were too blacked out to remember anything. Another snort coming from next to you as you let out an irritated sigh, your head just now pounding in indication of your hangover, is heard, but you were too drained to mentally high five yourself.
"Well, good fucking morning to the lot of you, assholes. I leave for one second and I'm suddenly dragged into a conversation about how I was getting fucked in the asshole by Jaehyun?"
"It's okay, Yoongi," Jaehyun turns to Yoongi, taking a step closer to him as he coos, "we don't have to deny it."
Yoongi rolls his eyes in annoyance and swats his friend away. "You guys are making my hangover worst."
"I've always known you were a bottom," Jungkook chimes in, making you, in turn, laugh. You mentally fist bumped him for that one.
"Yeah, and I could say the same for you," Yoongi throws back as it was your turn to snort.
You nod in counterfeit confirmation. "Oh, he's definitely a bottom."
In a breaking moment, Jungkook rolls his eyes and reaches down to grab your wrist hastily. "Would love to continue this wonderful conversation, but I have to take her hungover ass home." It catches you off guard when you realize after being tugged at the arm that it was Jungkook at the origin of the other end, making purposeful contact with you.
You let out a fake gasp, a bemused smirk playing your lips. "Ah, little Jungkookie is a bottom, huh?"
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" He challenges as you shake your head, laughing.
You pat his shoulder that was lifted while his hand extends to the back of your head seat as he reverses out of the driveway. "You see, it'd be an interesting experience, but two bottoms don't make a top."
He opens his mouth to say something— probably in regards to the open sentence that you just threw out there that confirmed you were— at least, preferably— a bottom. Knowing him, he would've said a snarky reply or a very sexual joke, but instead, there's a small smile on his face that you don't miss. It's out of amusement and while you've seen plenty of smiles like that in response to your own misfit of reactions coming from him, you don't miss the way his lips just curl with ease and how his eyes form crescents even from that minuscule facial muscle movement. Before he gets too suspicious of your staring, you look away, glad that your blind eyesight focused on his facial expressions, a fine resolution of a simple Jungkook smile arising on his face imprinted in your brain.
Jungkook comes in a couple days later. This time, he's accompanied with a backpack. You notice that he was intentionally staying at Pleasantea to study, making use of the bar and bar stools placed by the window.
You work with Dahlia that shift, her tapping the sticky note near the register in translation that she is predicting another iconic tension moment between you two, but it doesn't happen when admittedly, waking up to Jungkook beside you and him showing an ounce of care has made you warm up to him by a smidge. There was no walk of shame and he was good at making sure you had everything before you left his car. Not only that, he stayed in front of your home until you were inside safely.
It's the bare minimum, but truthfully, it's not something you expected from him.
When Jungkook usually comes in, he normally only waves to the other workers who wave back, and today was a bit of a groundbreaking moment when he first waves to Dahlia, flickers his eyes over to you and waves. A wave directed towards you and you only responded with a mere smile.
He orders something new. A peach green tea and when he went to pick it up at the other counter, he raises his eyebrows and silently smiles at you. In hindsight, it'd be a weird moment for Dahlia or for anyone who didn't know what happened a couple nights ago, and even to you, it's kind of different, but it was also refreshing.
Everything goes swell and dandy until you notice the door swing open from the back, the words "hi, welcome" becoming lost in throat when you notice who walks in. Similar to a storm nearing a field of daisies. A dream turned nightmare instantaneously. Instantly, you tap Dahlia's arm without a single word, swiping your hand back and forth near your neck in signal of who it was. Dahlia immediately taking note of it, nods and gestures you to hide in the back.
It's an odd feeling. You know that you're over him and you've been over him, but you can't help but wonder why your body is in fight or flight mode and why your breathing has become ragged. The air has suddenly become heavy and the walls seem to be caving in.
At a mental cross roads, you feel yourself heave breaths, simple tumbles of calm affirmations to stagnate your heartbeat runs circles around your mind. Few reminders of breathing in and breathing out, a mere countdown from 10 to 1, fingers tapping each other. You are trying so very hard not to struggle in the ocean as you had just been caught in the riptide. Out of the blue, completely unheard of, not a single sign, an abrupt happening— there is nothing to do but to not be scared. An evident showcase of fear, the water just knows without a doubt that you're struggling. It'll pull you in if you go against it.
Just then, in your moments of self-assurance, Jungkook's form magically shows up in the back room. Eyes widening at his presence, you're taken aback at how breezily he walks in an employee restricted part of the store.
"Hey."
You suck in a deep breath, feeling your chest rise and lower as you roll your lower lip inwards. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw who walked in," he simply explains, taking a step closer to you. "Dahlia said I can come in here. I wanted to check up on you."
"Oh," you breathe, not really comprehending his motive behind his actions and not really finding the effort to. "I'm fine, just... hiding."
Jungkook glances down to meet your eyes as you immediately avert your attention to your knees, tapping your fingers on them in a rhythmic fashion to settle your nerves. "You alright? I can ask Dahlia for a cup of water."
"That's okay," you shake your head. "Uhm— thanks for checking up on me."
"No need to thank me," he shrugs and in a blink of an eye, he sits in front of you, arms resting at his knees as he runs a hand through his hair.
"You don't have to do that."
"I'll wait until he leaves. I'm not leaving you alone."
You stare at him for a moment. At first, you find it wholly odd that he connected two dots when he saw Taehyung coming into the store and found it, to his own discretion, to accompany you, the person who is most affected by the presence of someone no more than a stranger to Jungkook. It's peculiar to think that there's just this smidge of care for you within him, but your past experiences and encounters with him thinks quite otherwise. And while he makes himself comfortable, meeting you eye-to-eye in an attempt of support, you let out a defeated sigh.
"So, how's work? You know, before he came in?"
You inhale sharply at his way of starting small talk. "Fine. Can't wait to get off, though."
"You got plans after your shift?"
Shrugging, you pull your knees closer. "I wanted to catch up on sleep."
He arches his eyebrow, taking note of how you built your walls higher and stronger. "You haven't been sleeping?"
In an honest gesture, your shake your head, shrugging. "Midterms."
"Hm, gotcha," he nods understandingly, letting it drag out into silence.
In all honesty, (and you won't admit it) his presence just happened to comfort you. He didn't have to say a word and just him being there— Jungkook taking the thought to care and stay with you was a matter of solace you didn't think you'd appreciate as greatly.
"You know what I'm craving?"
You lift your head up to meet his eyes, the pair that glistened with slight amusement to keep the spirits high. Wordlessly, you arch an eyebrow as he quirked his lip, answering his own rhetorical question.
"A big ol' hearty bowl of tomato soup and grilled cheese," he says with great yearning. He closes his eyes for a second as if to imagine the flavors just fulfilling his cravings. "And a nice slice of peach cobbler for dessert? Vanilla ice cream on top and everything."
Jungkook says it with such a dreamy voice that it makes you snort, a laugh coming from his end as he nods.
"Is that so?" You ask in between your tiny fits of chuckles.
"Yeah," he gushes in an obvious tone. "Does that not sound mouth-watering to you?"
Shaking your head, you couldn't help but let out one more chuckle before rolling your lips inward. "I'm craving gyozas. I could eat fifty of those in one sitting."
"That's a bet I'm willing to make, sweetheart," he raises his eyebrows, impressed.
Lips curling, a sudden gasp escapes your lips as your mind reawakens a craving you haven't had in awhile. "Ooo, and tiramisu gelato," you mull, shoulders falling as you think about the creamy texture of the heavenly goodness. "When I went to Italy a couple of years ago with my mom, I would always make her stop by every gelato shop we passed by so I could get tiramisu gelato."
Jungkook smiles. "Just tiramisu?"
"I mean, I dabbled in other flavors, but tiramisu—"
"He's gone now."
Your sentence is cut off when Dahlia's sweet presence briefly peeps from outside into the back room, Jungkook turning his head over his shoulder as Dahlia glances between you and him amidst your conversation on the ground. As Jungkook turns back and begins to stand, you don't miss the growing grin on Dahlia's feature as you know very well that she was going to add another tally mark.
Glaring at he, your eyes flicker from her and then to Jungkook who has his hand in front of you. Mindlessly, you grab it as you pull yourself up with a bit of a tug coming from him, a mere "thanks" coming from out of your mouth as he gives you a single nod.
"You alright?" He inquires as you give him one last nod, a smile growing on your face as a silent reassurance just right before he exits out of the back room and proceeds to finish studying.
20 minutes later, he makes his leave and waves goodbye at both Dahlia and you.
"Hola."
"Why are you still outside?"
It is 9:06 PM, Pleasantea closing at 9 PMs on the weekdays and Jungkook just happened to come in at 8:51 PM on Wednesday to teasingly spite you. However, as he left once he saw you turn the 'open' sign to 'closed', you realize while you are sweeping the lobby that his car is parked out in front of the shop. The red jeep with the top on sitting in front staring back at you, as well as his form sitting in the driver's seat, his face illuminated by his phone screen in his lap.
Confused as to why he was still outside, you call him from your phone. You happened to have his number after Dahlia just happened to slide it to him one day while you were off the clock, a random text notification sparking curiosity in you as you realized that the only person who would text— hey babe, didn't see you at work today— to you, would be Jungkook.
You watch the way the white light morphed into a dimmer light counteracting his face before he brings his phone to his ear. Doing so, he looks up and sees you through the window, the broom you were sweeping with standing right against you as you raise an eyebrow in question.
"I'm waiting for you to finish closing," he answers, his pearly whites coming to show even from afar. "By the way, loved the dancing to Blondie."
Your cheeks grow red in your realization that as it hit 9 PM, you blasted Blondie in the store speaker, and danced while cleaning all the tea tubs and sweeping the back to Long Time and The Tide Is High. "Piss off."
"You didn't say, 'please'."
Scrunching your nose, you stare at him as he is amused by your annoyance of him. "Jungkook, you don't have to wait for me."
"I know I don't. But I want to," he tells you, his voice sounding caring and concerned as he doesn't let his gaze off of you while he keeps you on the line. You let out a sigh before his lips curl upwards. "___, do you realize what happens to people at night when they're alone? Bad things happen. And while I'm still upset that you forgot to put boba in my drink—"
"I gave it to you in an extra cup!"
"I called Jihyo and apparently, you're the only person available to close tonight and I'm just purely making sure nothing happens to you while you finish closing."
"Jungkook—"
"Better hurry up, babe. At this rate, you won't be able to leave early."
There's a groan when you glance over at the clock, and Jungkook takes the time to smile at the way you stare back at him through the glass window, a middle finger adorned with a gold ring on your finger sent his direction before you let out another defeated sigh. "Fine, but come inside. Don't just sit in your car and watch me like a stalker."
"Aw, you want me to keep you company?"
"No, I just need a dance partner when Heart of Glass plays."
"You ask me to dance with you once, and suddenly I'm your dance partner."
"Precisely. Should've seen what you were getting into after I asked you to dance at the party," you say, a smile on your lips as you hear his laugh through the other end, his mouth open in amusement. "Now come inside. Maria's almost over."
You could not believe you were here.
In fact, you could not believe that you let a stinkin' pearly toothed and politely asking Jungkook convince you in the first place, and now you're sitting on your bed, realizing that the knot in your stomach is a reminder that you are not only lost, but also very anxious in the upcoming setting you put yourself in.
Last minute plans were never your thing. Sure, some spontaneity can be refreshing, but this was a prime example of reasons why you should not allow yourself to agree with such sporadic decisions without even a basis to work off with. Now you're sitting at the edge of your bed, staring at your closet, jaw slacked and mind running in circles, wondering if you're overthinking an outfit to wear amongst a bunch of people.
Besides, it's not like Jungkook's going to care. Not like you would expect him to— or want him to.
Recalling the last time you went to a game, you wore a plain white shirt and jeans, but you remember being cold that night— but those were autumn nights. Your mind tries to think of wanting to wear something, but the possibilities clashes and you result into groaning at your flavorless closet, knowing very well that there's gotta be at least something, but your mind was not coming up with anything.
Throwing your body back to be cushioned by your mattress, you close your eyes and cringe, retracing your idiotic steps earlier today on how you brought yourself into this mess.
"Hey, ___, wait up!"
Jungkook calls after you as you bid your farewells to your co-workers, pacing up to your form as you stop in your tracks, waiting for him to reach up to you. As his face comes into view, you pull your lips up into a small smile, eyebrows furrowing as to why he called for your name. He smiles back, a small peep of his bright smile before he places his elbow against the counter next to you.
"Come to the game tonight. We're going against UFenesy."
Hearing the invitation roll out of his mouth, you were slightly taken aback, but nevertheless practical when you shake your head. "I'm good, thanks."
He pulls his eyebrows together, though his inviting smile never leaves his features. "Why not?"
You shrug, unsure yourself as you pull your falling bag over your shoulder. Jungkook nearly reaches over to catch it for you, but seeing that you beat him to it, he flickers his eyes back onto yours.
Jungkook narrows his eyes in plain suspicion. "You haven't been to one, have you?"
"No, I've been to a game," you defend, eyes wandering as you finish your sentence honestly. "Just not a lacrosse game."
"Great," he grins, eyes sparkling. "This'll be your first."
Helplessly, you let out a laugh. It sounded more like a scoff, if anything— one that was in disbelief. "No, Jungkook. I have to finish an assignment and I have an exam on—"
"Is it tomorrow?"
"No, but it's on—"
"Come on, babe," he pokes at your side, making you take a step back as you narrow your eyes at him for his sudden poke. "I need my number one boba worker there."
You nod your head over your shoulder. "Then go ask Jihyo, not me."
He laughs in a way where his eyes crinkle, shaking his head. "No, come on. I asked you for a reason. Listen, I'll give you cash and you get yourself a hearty corn dog with extra ketchup and ranch, and you'll stand at a perfect view—"
"Jungkook, why does it sound like you're treating me as your trophy girlfriend?"
Jungkook frowns. "I'm not. I just want you to be there, okay? Even if that means buying you a corn dog and keeping the best spot in the stadium open for you."
Pursing your lips, you cross your arms. "I don't even know how lacrosse works. I'll probably end up cheering for the other team."
"Unless the other team has a teammate named Jeon Jungkook, then don't let out a peep. Just cheer me on specifically and you'll be fine."
"Self-absorbed," you inform him as he pokes at your cheek, making you look at him with an arched eyebrow. He smile reaches his eyes once more, hoping that you'd agree to go to the social outing just for him.
"Is that a yes?"
You pause, weighing your options. To stay home and procrastinate or to drag yourself into a social setting and experience a college game. "Will you give me a ride home?"
In hindsight, the former was probably a better option for your nerves, but admittedly, it was more so the most comfortable option.
And as if the universe has heard your regretful decision, your friend, Jisoo texts you in perfect timing if you wanted to go to the game with her tonight. First, you feel elated because now you have someone to go with, but you feel yourself groan for agreeing to something you regret. As you text her in agreement, you continue to have an internal battle with your thoughts for an outfit.
"There goes Jeon again with the long-stick shot!"
Jisoo picks you up when you tell her that you were already having a ride home— only if Jungkook remembers— and she was gladly to take you to the game. Though just only having to have met her, she explains how her friends don't really go to games and she usually goes alone. While you nod and reassure her that she has you now, you mentally thank the universe for her keeping your nerves at bay.
Right before the game started, a random person comes up to you while you were discussing with Jisoo about the classes you were planning to take next semester. "Are you ___?"
"Yes?" You answer, raising an eyebrow at the girl with hair in braids. "Who's asking?"
"I'm Essie," she smiles. "I'm one of the water girls for the team. Jungkook wanted me to give you this—" Essie pulls something from her back pocket and it's a twenty dollar bill. Before you could even let out a word of protest, she grabs your hand and places the bill in yours, retracting hers swiftly before she lets out a chuckle. "Jungkook said to do that because you would refuse. Also, he wants me to show you your seats."
"Wait, wait," you shake your head, eyebrows knitting closely together as you glance at Jisoo who tries to refrain from laughing. "Jungkook asked you...?"
"Yeah, he asked me to give you cash for a hot dog and to show you your spots because he said he promised you the best seat in the stadium. There's an extra seat for your friend, too," Essie glimmers a quick eye smile before giving a single nod, turning around and leading the way past the crowd of people to get to the so-called "best seat in the stadium".
Essie leaves you and Jisoo with a happy farewell after leading you to a seat where two other girls move after Essie waves at them for saving the spot.
"Enjoy the game!" The girls who were sitting at the spot smile at you and Jisoo before taking their spot that they were supposedly saving for you.
As the girls have left and left you and your friend dumbfounded, Jisoo was the first to laugh.
"Was Jungkook your boyfriend this whole time?" Jisoo inquires beside you, more so amused rather than angry as she sees your reaction to her question. Your mouth gapes open as you vigorously shake your head.
"He was never my boyfriend from the start," you scoff and she nods, laughing.
"Oh? And he promised you a seat at his game?" She curls her lips upwards curiously, jumping on the immediate implication that Jungkook and you have something stirring.
"He promised me a good seat if I went tonight.... And a hot dog. You want one?"
Jisoo lets out an amused giggle before shaking her head. "Maybe later. Game is about to start."
She explains which team is which and that UFenesy were called "Phoenixes", chiiming in that she's never seen the opponent play, but she heard they were a pretty good team that made it to championships the prior year. You nod as you try to figure out how to analyze the game just by listening on and off to the commentary from the echoing speakers to Jisoo's added explanations thrown in sporadically here and there.
It takes a couple of minutes, but you finally spot Jungkook, broad letters of "Jeon" imprinted on his jersey above the number "3". Finding comfortability of finding him on the field, you watch the whole first quarter solely on him and his moves. His stature was built and tall along his teammates, his speed and stamina was endless, and the way he would shoot and score each time was impressive— it was no wonder why the girls next to you screamed out his name every time a shot was made.
Home: 5
Visitors: 4
You watch attentively as his teammates all roughly gather up to Jungkook after making his second signature long-stick shot of the night, all of them hastily patting his helmet and shoulder while their testosterone-filled cheers were accompanied by the crowd's.
"Are you guys a thing?"
Nearly snapping your neck at the question, Jisoo doesn't tear her eyes apart from the field in front of her, her dark eyes looking around before she felt your gaze on her was when she meets your eyes. Innocently, she smiles.
"No, we're not," you answer honestly, a nervous chuckle coming out of your throat.
"Oh, so he just likes you," Jisoo turns her head back onto the field, nodding in thought. "That's cute. He had the water girls find you and save you a spot."
Scoffing, you shake your head. "Please, he's probably done that to a lot of girls. I'm not anyone special."
"I'd beg to differ," she hums to herself, amusement glinting her eyes.
As intermission at halftime arrives, Jisoo volunteers to stay at the seats while you go on and buy two hot dogs. One with ketchup and mustard, and another with extra ketchup and extra ranch. Thinking about it, you weren't sure as to how Jungkook knew you liked hotdogs with ketchup and ranch, but you ignore it as you take the hotdogs in both of your hands and walk down the steps to find Jisoo.
And when halftime ends and the third quarter speeds on by, you're in awe at how Jungkook talks to his teammates when they huddle. It's nothing that you can hear from where you and Jisoo stand, but from his stature and hand gestures, a pat on one of his teammate's helmet, you can see how much he cares about his teammates and how easy it was to motivate and inspire them. A true team captain at work. They release a mini cheer amongst each other before heading off to the last quarter of the game.
"Jungkook likes you and you can't convince me otherwise," Jisoo states out of the blue about ten minutes into the last quarter, making you turn your head at her once more. "Oh, come on, don't give me that look. He gave you money for a hot dog and saved you the best seats in the stadium."
"You don't think he'd do this for anyone else? If you gave him your number that day, he'd probably do the same for you, too."
"Maybe," she sings, not denying how flirtatious Jungkook was being to her that day. "But it proves that you may like him, too. Why else did you come?"
"For the—"
"The hotdogs are not that great, honey. Don't say it's because of the hotdog."
It was true, the hotdogs were so and so. Pursing your lips, you shrug. "Well, he just convinced me."
"Because you like him."
Jisoo was being stubborn about it, but so were you. "I don't like him. He doesn't like me."
"Oh, he definitely likes you," she laughs, shaking her head at your denial.
Wondering why she was so convinced about Jungkook liking you or vice versa, your mind drifts off to the time at the party when you asked him to dance. It wasn't meant to insinuate anything other than try to remove your mind off of a dreadful presence at that party, but you wonder why did he stick with you that night? Was it odd to think that that a simple expectation of sticking with someone under the influence— let alone a woman— should be common sense for him?
You'd think of him as a friend now— someone who is not consistently trying to badly flirt with you who causes your eye to twitch every time he comes in.
Admittedly, he's been pleasant to you. And undeniably, you're aware of such "tension" between you two, but you thought of it nothing more than just you being annoyed by his tactics. Did he actually have intentions of liking you? Sure, he's attempted to flirt with you, but overtime you didn't take it seriously? Why are you suddenly getting so affected by this? It's not like—
"North Stars and Phoenixes are tied."
The commentary snaps you back into present time, a quirk of an eyebrow while you flick your eyes to the scoreboard makes you realize that the commentary was correct.
Home: 10
Visitors: 10
"30 seconds on the clock— and there's Jeon with the ball."
Fixated on the man with the number 3 on his back, you watch as he zips through the opposing team like flying colors, flashing through like lighting as he keeps the stick right at his shoulder. He picks up the pace when he feels someone cutting through from his left, dodging and leaving them at the hands of one of his teammates to slow them down.
The clock ticks downwards with every anticipating bones of the crowd shaking, leaning in, clenching. Hushed whispers of, 'come on, come on' are heard from behind as you subconsciously clench your fists tightly until they were white.
It's not until he's close to the opposing side's goal, the opposing defensemen running towards him like moths surrounding a beacon of light— your hands intertwine with each other almost in prayer, heart rate speeding up as you watch his feet kick behind him and in an instant—
"Here comes Jeon—"
The ball hits the net.
"There it is! Ladies and gentlemen, Jeon again with the winning shot for the North Stars!" The sports commentary becomes overpowered by the loud screaming of the crowd, Jisoo included when sue stands next to you jumping up and down with raised fists and clapping hands. For you, you didn't realize how anxious you were feeling when you let out a sharp breath of relief, a laugh eliciting from your throat as you watch Jungkook run through the field haphazardly, his teammates scurrying over to him to engulf him in hugs and pats.
What set your heart off the rocker was that when his helmet is pried off from his head, his eyes go off on a flurry search onto the crowd, immediately stopping when they meet your eyes from the screaming and wild crowd. It's like he instantaneously ignores his teammates shoving and sharing loving pats around him when he meets your gaze, an ethereal moment of how time just completely stops around you both as you share that gaze with him.
A smile so handsome and pearly stretches along his face before the god gifted moment was pulled away too soon, and he is pulled away by being lifted into the air by his teammates, sonorous chants being audible enough to hear from the stadium.
"Cannot convince me otherwise," Jisoo nudges you with her elbow, causing you to roll your eyes despite your coral pigmented cheeks growing dangerously evident.
As people began to trickle out as the game was officially over, the parking lot becoming filled with cars leaving, Jisoo waits with you voluntarily for Jungkook. When you try to convince her to go on and go home, she rolls her eyes and announces all of the "what if's" ranging from being abandoned to someone kidnapping you. Sighing defeatedly, you both wait for Jungkook who takes awhile, but you don't mind— you loved Jisoo's warm presence.
Jungkook spots you first before you spot him, calling your name from a distance before his teammates— you recognizing Jaehyung and Yoongi behind him— run up and jump on him, sharing fits of laughter before you smile and look at Jisoo.
"Alright, I'm gonna head out now. Give Jungkook a winning kiss for me. And make sure he gets you home safely. Text me, alright?" Jisoo gives you a hug before you roll your eyes and squeeze back lovingly, her parting away and heading towards her parked car in the lot.
As you head over to the sweaty Jungkook in his casual attire, his friends shove his arm and laugh.
"See you at the after party, Jungkook?"
"Maybe," he nods towards Yoongi who asked the question. "Gotta take her home tonight."
"Whaaa?" Jaehyun nods his head towards me, placing both hands on his team captain's shoulders. "Not comin', Shortstack?"
"Opening tomorrow," you reason before grinning at him. "If you want hangover boba, just pop right in."
"Sweet," Jaehyun cheers, giving Jungkook one last shoulder pat before heading off a different direction with Yoongi. "Take her home safely then, Kook. You comin' afterwards?"
Jungkook pauses, a slight glance given your way as you obliviously quirk an eyebrow at him. He gives an outward point of a chin before letting his teammate know his answer. "We'll see."
Eyebrows raised, you purse your lips at his answer.
"What?" He asks when he notices your facial expression.
"You're not gonna go? I live only like 10 minutes away from campus with driving. You can still make it."
He laughs, shaking his head. "Nah."
"If you think I'm letting you into my apartment—"
"No, I was not thinking that at all," he lets out a chuckle at your wary assumption. "It's just—" he pauses and he lets out a sigh. "Do you need to be home now? Can you spare an hour or two?"
His question makes you narrow your eyes in suspicion. "Why?"
"You said were craving tiramisu gelato, right?"
"Yeah, a couple days ago," you furrow your eyebrows, recalling the moment when you disclosed your craving in the odd circumstances that was when you were mildly panicking, eyes nearly watering, and to save your sanity, you began talking to him about what was going through your head all thanks to his calm approach of making small talk.
Tiramisu gelato circled your mind.
"I know a place with the best gelato. Closes at midnight. You up for a little gelato action?" He smirks, you walking beside him towards his car.
You let out a small chuckle, a bit flattered that he remembered that you were craving gelato. "Sure. But I'm paying for yours."
"Why?"
"Because you're driving."
"Psh. That's nothing."
"Jungkook—"
"Keep your money in your purse or else I will take it and never give it back to you."
"But— Jungkook!" In a wrapped up instant, he hastily grabs your bag from your shoulder, dashing as fast as he could resembling his previous run across the field to make the winning shot. Seeing how he was gone in a blink of an eye, you run after him, calling his name. "Jungkook!"
And just like how he started running, he halts, causing you to bump into him when your momentum was too fast to stop a second early. All at once, he collects your force, a hand at the small of your back to keep you from knocking both of you guys over. The physical contact makes you shiver under the night, and the realization that you were close to him as he was close to you makes everything ini your mind stop.
He looks down at you amusedly, his chuckles fading out as he realizes that you were staring up at him, the level of proximity you two were at with no one around you guys but you two suddenly becoming well aware in his mind like headlights. He didn't want to let you go, he stops and it's this moment where you two are close and you kind of stare at him and sigh. "Fine. I won't pay, but can I have my bag back?"
"You may." He gladly gives it back under your touch, taking a step back to amusedly make the previous proximity obvious. Once your bag was back in your grasp, you narrow your eyes at him before you take a step forward and give him a jab at the arm.
"Ouch," he laughs, rubbing his bicep of where you punched him. "I gave you your bag back."
"That was for making me chase after you," you huff, sending him daggers through your eyes. "You know I hate exercise."
He throws his head back in complete bemusement before leading you to his signature red Jeep.
When reaching to the gelato place that took awhile to travel to as it was near the beach, located next to a small theater and a pizza place, you furrow your eyebrows at how unfamiliar the place seemed to you.
As you gather your bag, you realize that Jungkook had disappeared from the driver's seat to reach the other end of your door to open it, his chivalry exuding from the gesture. Surprised by this, you give him one small acknowledging nod and thank him, a laugh eliciting from your throat as you tell him that he didn't have to that. But before you even finished that sentence, he opens the door to the gelato shop for you, a teasing, toothy smile on his face as he awaits for you to go inside.
You take a moment to scan through the flavors, all of them sounding appetizing before your heart is set on the tiramisu flavor just sitting at the very end beneath pistachio. You don't hesitate to ask for a scoop of tiramisu in a cup, an excited childish smile on your face as Jungkook keeps you close.
He goes ahead and orders the double chocolate gelato after looking at the flavors, you taking the cup the worker already scooped for you in your hand and taking a small spoonful to taste. Your mouth instantly waters.
Peering up at Jungkook as he watches you attentively fulfill your craving, you purse your lips. "Don't you usually go to Pleasantea after winning a game?"
"Yeah," he nods, shrugging. "The team and I deserve winning drinks."
"Then why are we here getting gelato?"
"I mean," he clears his throat, plucking a blue spoon from the jar of blue, red, and purple spoons. "I got the winning girl with me, it trumps a winning anything."
His statement makes you snort. "An excuse to break tradition?"
"An excuse to spend time with you," he nods with affirmation, bringing his spoon to his mouth. Rolling your eyes to that, he gives off his winning smile all while biting his gelato spoon. It was such a picture perfect moment, you mentally snapshot him before his attention is torn from you to grab his scoop of gelato. "Besides, I begged you to come to the game anyways. It'd be a dick move to just abandon you afterwards."
"True," you agree, before you stop in surprise at how Jungkook smoothly takes out his wallet and pays the worker with a ten dollar bill, putting the rest into the tip jar as you both leave your grateful thanks to him and leave. Jungkook goes again and opens the door for you, stepping beside it to let you out. You narrow your eyes at him once more and murmur a thank you in which he gives a chivalrous nod.
Instead of walking to the car, he leads the way to somewhere, you following suit beside him. You don't question it, mostly because you were distracted with your tiramisu gelato and the fact that you've grown so accustomed to Jungkook that you let your feet match up this pace.
"Good job out there, Long-Stick. Now I know why all the girls swoon over you," you tell him once you both settle over the rails that overlooked the beach. It was a vast opening, the ocean was almost as ebony as the night sky, but the moon was the glimmer that differentiated what was the sea and what was the sky. It was romantic itself, but you don't let the venue label your current experience with him. While it was beautiful, you don't let it get to your head.
Your appraisal makes him laugh lowly. "That was nothing."
"Against UFenesy? I'm pretty sure that's something," you recall what Jisoo told you. "Plus that last shot had everyone on the edge of their seat. Including me, and I didn't know what was going on for the half of it."
He lets out a fit of chuckles at your honesty. It makes you feel warm and appreciated that you're able to make him laugh. For some odd reason, you feel like his laugh is as rare as diamonds, and it is so beautiful once found. It's contagious and just as pleasing as yawning and you just want to hear it more and more.
However, once his laughter dies down, you chew on the inside of your cheek. "Don't you want to go to the party tonight?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. You made the winning shot, Long Stick," you shrug. "Don't you want to celebrate by getting drunk or high?"
Jungkook, shamelessly, stares at you closely as if you were hiding something. "You sound like you want to go home really badly. Just tell me up front and I'll take you."
"No, it's not that. I just don't want to be holding you back from anything or changing up your plans for the night."
"___," he laughs hearing this, shaking his head. "Relax. You're not holding me back from anything. I'm a big boy, I can change my plans as they go." You give him a nudge, one that follows with a laughter coming out of his mouth. "Besides, I'm with my winning gelato and my winning girl with a Blondie obsession at the beach. I don't need to go to a party to feel this high."
"Is that so?"
"I'm on top of the world, babe. You wanna try my gelato?"
He brings a spoonful of his gelato towards you and usually you'd hesitate from trying a shared portion of anything from someone, but there was a level of comfort that exuded safety, one where you allow yourself bring your mouth to his spoon and taste the rich flavor of milk chocolate gelato along with with biting down onto a dark chocolate bit.
Returning the gesture, you bring a spoonful of your tiramisu to his mouth, one where he happily eats it off the spoon and nods approvingly of the flavor that you were craving a couple days ago.
As you let his gelato flavor melt in your mouth and you bite down on the bit, something floods your thoughts— dark chocolate wasn't too bad.
Jungkook's mind is engulfed by you.
When he dropped you off that night, he felt the luckiest he's ever felt— somehow his lead to multiple victories have all been trumped by simple quality time with you. It wasn't at all romantic, but he somehow can't unwrap his mind around you. You are tattoo ink, your name written all over his mind and his brain as a constant reminder that you are very much alive— a living, breathing form he has grown to be submerged into. An addiction, an obsession.
He likes the way your eyes form crescents every time you are introduced to a new customer. He's convinced it's no longer your customer service persona, but your general nice appearance that is sweet and approachable. And while you may argue that you aren't as sweet as you may be given by the first encounter with the dull milk tea, he knows that you are as sweet as the tiramisu gelato you are so very fond of.
He won't tell you, but he remembers every drunken spill you unraveled to him that night when you thought it was a good idea to drown your mind out of a certain someone.
When Jungkook first brought you inside the guest bedroom and helped you sit on the bed, you let out a slurred threats of using your muay thai free trial if he ever touched you, but only giggled afterwards when you expose yourself of quitting because people made fun of the way you jump-roped— "princess jump-rope", as you liked to call it.
You like fun, printed underwear over the lacy see-through ones, and while he didn't catch a glimpse of the ones you wore that night, you made it an announcement and proof that you were wearing cherry printed ones. You were craving a hot dog that night, almost bursting to tears because you wanted a hot dog with extra ranch and extra ketchup so badly, but sucked it up when you started staring at him. You have a lip tattoo— an impulsive and drunk decision walking by a tattoo parlor with your friends at 2 AM— that says, 'ur mom'. You also admitted that you didn't want him to leave you— not that he was, he was only going to lock the door to prevent people from coming in— and that you like his presence no matter how annoyed you may seem by him.
And while you were drifting off to sleep, you let out spills about Taehyung.
"When Taehyung and I broke up, it was because he lost feelings. I mean, I guess it was also mutual because I felt the same way, but, uhm... I was so convinced that we would last. I think I'm more mad at the fact that I didn't end it first. He stopped making me feel loved about a year in. Honeymoon phase was over, I guess, and I don't know— I guess I just lost that security and love with him. I should be relieved that he ended it, but I'm just mad that I wasted two years of my life being with him when I should've just ended it first."
He didn't say anything in response to that— it's not because he didn't want to, it's because his mind could formulate such words that would console your drunk mindset. And before he could even let out a peep, he hears a light snore.
He doesn't forget everything you said that night though. He couldn't. Not when it's the most you have ever disclosed to him.
As if you weren't occupying his mind enough, you somehow show up at times he merely forgets about you.
One time, you were working a closing shift and you decided it would be nice to surprise Jungkook with a drink, remembering he would be staying up that night to finish an assignment. You went out of your way to ask Jaehyun for his address to drop it off, Jungkook very confused to see a text message with "come outside" and to see you with one of your crafted drinks in hand and your hair flowing down your shoulders as you released it from your work bun.
"A bit stalkerish, isn't it?"
"Hey, you asked Dahlia for my number. This is merely an innocent act of giving you a drink because I know you're staying up," you defend with a smirk. "It's a strawberry and guava green tea. It's not heavily caffeinated, but it'll keep you up for a bit because you should also get some sleep while you can."
Jungkook, to your misfortune, couldn't sleep that night, and it wasn't because of the strawberry and guava green tea or the amount of homework he had to finish, but it was because you had swarmed his mind the whole night. The overall surprise from you in which you went out of your way to ask his friend where he lived, to remember he was staying up to finish an assignment, to handcraft a drink that wasn't on Pleasantea's menu, the text of "come outside"— it is all small gestures that accumulate and create a supernova in his mind. All the vibrant colors and specks of stardust trail to you that it was impossible to sleep. And even when slumber did come to him after dragging hours, you were in his dream.
Another time he likes to recall was when he came in while you were working and that day, you were particularly happy, and he'll never forget it because you went, "Welco— Jungkook! Hi!" in the most sweetest tone he didn't think you could ever muster, but the way that you smiled and how your features were accentuated with a bit of makeup made his heart skip a beat.
He was going to order something that same day, but you shook your head and stopped him. "Here, I made this drink the other day and I think you might like it. It's on me."
And gratefully, he liked it. Even if he didn't like it, he would've pretended to just for you. And when he asks what it was, you wouldn't tell him what you made it with, but what really caught him off guard and made his insides turn to gooey liquid was that you called it the "Jungkookie Tea."
Jungkook doesn't miss the way Dahlia overhears what you named your drink for him, meeting Jungkook's eyes with an entertained smirk as she hides away to the back room, trying to stifle a giggle.
"Hi, I left a surprise for you on front door," you called him one night. Jungkook just came home from his lacrosse practice and as he arrives home, there is a large paper bag that has his name written on it in neat, cursive lettering that makes him question who his secret admirer is before he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He answered it immediately when he saw your name on it, an immediate announcement that you were the one that left him that surprise on his doorstep.
"You're scaring me here, babe."
"I just like keeping you on your toes," you smirk, as you laugh into the phone. Jungkook opens his front door and kicks off his shoes, walking into the kitchen and flickering on the lights excitingly to open your gift to him. "Just open it, you'll like it."
"No way."
"Way," you laugh into the phone. "I baked it this morning after I came home from the farmer's market. I bought some peaches and remembered that you were craving peach cobbler a couple weeks ago. There should be a pint of vanilla ice cream in there, too. Do you have roommates? You can share with them, too."
"Hell no, I am not sharing your god sent dessert with my roommate."
"You haven't even tried it yet, idiot! Be nice."
"Nuh-uh. It smells too good. I'll probably end up finishing all of this up tonight. Thank you so much, babe."
"Anytime, baby," you coo, his mind stopping immediately when he hears you call him 'baby'. "I'd like to keep you on the phone, but I'd rather listen to Blondie on the road."
"Okay, drive safe."
"Share!"
"No promises."
"Jungkook—"
"Bye," he sings before hanging up. And as much love you put into it, he ate it with all the love he had for you.
Small moments with you fills his mind up to the rim and he is as elated as ever. Jungkook prides himself for being able to be at a level where you sort of expose him of your previous past introductions with each other, all of those in which he couldn't remember. You tell him of all the times from the first encounter at the frat party, to the embarrassing moment of when he threw up on your new pants. It made him groan as you cackle beside him in his red Jeep in front of your house.
Obviously, it flew past you, but you tell him that truthfully you weren't very fond of him during the whole distasteful plain milk tea with no sweetness ordeal, and anytime after that, but he lets out a laugh with a simple apology flying out of his mouth for the past encounters that really did not work on his first impression with you.
However, there was this one moment that irked him a lot. So much so that he couldn't really hide it from you.
Sunny asked you to go to Orange Valley to restock and while you would've happily obliged, your car wouldn't make it very far if you were to drive, so she offered asking Jungkook to drive. Jungkook, at first, was ecstatic that you asked him as an alternative to drive you there— a road trip with you probably wanting to change the songs multiple times until you were satisfied or you snoring away in his passenger seat until you both get there.
However, he was silent while on the freeway, unsure of what to really say. And you weren't dumb, so you caught onto his aura when you sat in his car.
You try to make a joke to lighten up the mood about this one customer who wanted a fruit tea without the fruit in hopes you could witness a laugh from him, but only a light scoff was the result of your efforts gone to shit. Knowing that there was no good on having a grumpy Jungkook driving you for the rest of the day, you let out a laugh. A veiled laugh, one that makes him question you silently.
"It's funny because you remind me exactly of this drink I made last night." He glances at you as you nod. "Yeah, yeah, it was the black tea with boba. Bitter, with tiny balls." Your laughter dies along with your analogy you throw in the air. Your arms sternly cross over your torso, an arched eyebrow awaiting him when he gives you a glance. "Mhm, yeah. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
His lackadaisical answer was too quick for your taste, anticipating very well that he was going to dodge it the minute you bug him about it. However, you were too stubborn enough to not let it go. "No, I want to know."
Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, shifting his previous position of two hands at three and nine of the wheel, to move one arm to prop against his window, leaning his head on it. "___, it's nothing—"
"Then why are you being like this?"
"Like what?"
Scoffing, you shake your head at his purposeful obliviousness. "Distant. Cold. Bitter. I don't know, but it's giving me bad vibes."
Jungkook signals to merge onto the carpool lane, you noticing that his speed rising on the speedometer with haste that it makes you shift in your seat. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Jungkook, stop acting like that," you state in a softer tone. It sounded more like a beg if you listened carefully, but you straighten your shoulders against the seat to not come off that way. "Did I do something wrong?"
He immediately takes notice as to how you immediately take blame onto yourself, making his previously tense body soften at the way your voice had gone soft and how you were no longer staring ahead at the road, but at your knees that were pressed together. He wonders if this was the result of your past relationship where you were convinced that you were always the one to blame. He adjusts his position again behind the wheel, one where he returns his free hand back onto the wheel, more relaxed as he releases his foot from the gas slightly to keep a steady speed along the road. Jungkook now felt bad.
He stays quiet before you try one more time, poking at his arm in which he gives you one more sideways glance and lets out a sigh. "You called Jaehyun to pick you up instead of me."
Jungkook notices how your eyebrows knit together. "What?"
"Last night, at the party you went to. You called Jaehyun to pick you up and take you home."
"Oh," you nod slowly. "If you're upset, just know that him and I didn't hook up or anything—"
"No." Jungkook cringes. It's first the thought of you, someone he has began to feel things for, being with one of his best friends and teammate in a sexual way that made him want to gag. It's then the realization that that was your first immediate thought as to why he was upset that made him realize he's explaining it all wrong. "No, it's not that. It's more because you called him, but you didn't call me that upset me."
"Oh," you nod once more. "Oh..."
"It's not a big deal—"
"But you were busy last night—"
"I know," he says, tapping his finger against the wheel. "I can't get mad because I told you I was busy, but..."
He notices that you turned your attention to him, which caused him to sweat a bit. "But?"
"I would've dropped everything if you called me to pick you up. I know, you didn't want to bother me, but I want you to know that you can depend on me, too. If that means dropping a late night lacrosse practice with the defensemen for you to be home safe, then I do not mind."
Hearing this created pangs in your heart, your cheeks ultimately flushing before you couldn't help but smile up at him. "Is that the only reason why you're so Mr. Grumpy today?"
"Not a big deal, ___—"
"I'll call you next time," you cut him off before he takes back everything he says. "I thought you were getting annoyed driving me everywhere."
"No, just the opposite," he smirks. "I just want you to know you can depend on me. Calling Jaehyung wasn't bad, but call me next time."
"Okay, I will," you promise, a smile never breaking from your face. "Thank you. Very sweet, very thoughtful," you muse, bringing a hand to teasingly comb your fingers through his fluffy raven hair. "Now will you stop being a Debby Downer? I'll put you as my personal chauffeur in my contacts so you can stop being so sad for the whole trip."
"Fine, sorry." Jungkook, without thinking about it, grabs your hand and adjusts it so he can intertwine his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand that left butterflies in your stomach. He lets out a laugh before meeting your eyes for a spare second and then back onto the road. "Am I still the black tea you made?"
"Not at all."
To you, Jungkook was anything but bitter from what you have learned about him in the past few times you've shared moments. He makes you laugh and makes you feel appreciated that you can't help but want to do the same for him.
"Woah, hey. What are you doing here?"
Jungkook's bewildered, but it comes off as just subtly surprised to you. After a good day of practice, with his last game tomorrow, he wasn't expecting to get a text from you telling him that you're pulling up in 5 minutes in front of his house. And here you are, climbing out of your car as he takes in your form, a quick sweep up and down of the 12 AM you in nothing but your Gryffindor t-shirt just barely covering your pajama shorts that exposed your legs that he had to consciously remind himself not to glance over at too frequently. Still, he couldn't help himself with a few stolen looks.
You're panting, and not because you're exhausted or you're that out of shape that getting out of your car took out all the energy from you, but somehow standing in front of him in nothing but your thrifted tee and pajama shorts has made you feel more vulnerable than ever and more nervous than you'd let yourself believe.
"I was just..." your voice trails off, but you taking in one big breath as he studies you carefully. "I was just wondering if this thing I did was just completely stupid or—"
"What?" He asks immediately. "What did you do? Was it that stupid that you decided to come over in your pajamas?"
His questions make you laugh. It's breathy. Airy.
It's your nerves wracking together as you try to figure out a way to formulate words, but it's hard when he's wearing sweats and a t-shirt that hugs him nicely when his arms are crossed over his chest.
"I'm fine. It's just that— uhm," your eyes flicker to his where his eyebrows furrow in concern, making your heart stop when you realize that he's actually listening. "I think I let myself catch feelings for you."
There's this grace period that happens. It's surprisingly excruciating and long. It's like you're watching your own heart get ripped out of your chest before you realize that what has just happened. Jungkook could only pause, and you could only handle silence for so long.
He gives off a single nod, one that makes you blink as you realize that could be his only answer. Nodding, you suck in a deep breath. "Alright, nice, cool. Yeah, good to know that it actually was stupid, uh—"
"No, no, no," he stops you mid-rant as you pause yourself from whipping around to walk back to your car in utter embarrassment. But even as you pause, you hope you aren't completely making a fool out of yourself before you can back out. "Come here."
"You know, it's fine. I don't know what I'm saying and I don't think—"
"___, please shut up for one second and come closer." He watches as you poke your tongue into your cheek before taking a step towards him with your gaze trained on the ground. "Can you look at me please?"
Letting out a preparing sigh, you bring your gaze to look at him, his expression all bland and emotionless.
"There's a few things I want to ask."
"Oh. Uh, okay? Shoot."
"Are you sober?"
The question throws you off for a moment. "I mean I drove here—"
"Are you sober?"
"Yes, I don't condone drinking and driving, idiot."
"Okay," he heavily breathes.
"Is this, by chance, a prank?" This question makes you furrow your eyebrows, not only throwing you off, but making you speechless. "Like, is there a camera somewhere and I'm being punk'd?"
"What?" You ask, astounded by his question just before you're shaking your head and beginning to walk away. "No— okay, you know what? Forget it. I knew this was a dumb idea to be here and actually confess that—"
He grabs your arm, his hand grasping your forearm and giving a slight tug in hopes you'd stay grounded. "I'm not done. Are your feelings real? Or are they just a figment of your imagination to compensate for your break-up?"
Hearing his blunt words, you feel your eyes widen at how easy he can let those words roll off his tongue. You scoff in sheer astonishment, yanking your arm back in attempt to get away from his grasp but he holds a firm grip on you. "God, this was stupid."
"___, answer the question."
Sparing a glance at him, you notice at how his face was not at all hard— not one formed out of pure jealousy, but a refined look of compassion. One that was willing to listen, one that was sparked from curiosity, one that was forged from general empathy and care. Seeing at how his eyes don't hold a single ounce of defense nor offense, you let yourself relax under his touch, a movement that caused him to loosen his grip that wasn't at all squeezing you uncomfortably in the first place.
"Honestly?"
There's a twinkle of light that you don't miss in his eyes, a subtle hint from him to you in hopes you'd continue instead of turning the other cheek.
"I don't know," you breathe out, feeling his hand drop from your arm completely to his side. "But what I do know is that I haven't stopped thinking about you these past few days. And all I know is that every time someone comes into the shop at around closing time, I'm expecting to see you. Either with your friends, or your teammates— I don't know, my eyes are just trained to find yours, I guess? And no, I don't think I'm completely healed from the break-up, but that doesn't mean I never will. And if it's worth anything, when I'm with you, talking to you, or even when you're just... there— I don't feel hurt or, or scared. I feel safe." And happy, and excited. And I might just love dark chocolate now.
"You make me feel safe," you securely tell him with a full heart, knowing very well that it's out in the open and there's no going back. "And you make me not want to leave your side. I just want to be with you, for as long as you'll let me."
Jungkook's head is spinning. There is no way, the girl who claims to not be sweet as his milk tea you made him during the night of his winning shot against Renall University, his number one boba worker, his Blondie fanatic, his winning girl was reenacting a dream that he so wanted to give to you. He imagined he would be the one to pull up to your home outside after having to realize his feelings were too much to contain— too much to endure— right before he lets out words that he probably would regret putting it out there into existence.
This isn't confusion, this is elation.
While he processes each word, digests every sentence, consumes the ever-so subtle nervous smiles and chuckles you elicited within your wholehearted confession, he forgets that he's a physical form of a human, standing right in front of you with nothing short of a blank expression. It makes you let out a nervous clear of your throat.
"I answer your question and you're not going to say anything...?"
The observation you announce aloud snaps his mind back into the realm of what is of you and him in nothing but in both of your pajamas, the night sky shedding light on your vulnerable hearts in the open.
He lets out a speechless breath of air, before he rolls in his bottom lip inside, tongue gliding along the inner lower part from his right cheek to his left. You would be lying if his silence wasn't making your heart beat fast and your cheeks stain red.
Jungkook eventually shrugs. "I knew that my charm would reach you eventually."
The straight vanity dripping from his response causes your eyebrows to shoot up, then a scoff to leave your mouth, and your third instinct to turn around towards your car. However, you are stopped midway when he grasps your wrist and tugs you back to him, his honey laughter ringing in your ears.
"Alright, okay. Bad move," he acknowledges while you scowl. He drags his hands down to yours as he smirks once more. "Just don't make my drink with no sugar again." The entertainment he was gaining from this rather than really responding to your excessive pouring of emotions was irking you to the point that you raise your fist to punch his arm, only for him to avoid that by wrapping his arms around your waist.
Unfortunately, his hugs just happened to make you feel safe enough and your liquids turn into absolute goo that you relax under his touch.
"You're not stupid," he tells you into your hair. "Though it is kind of surprising to see you in front of my house all vulnerable like this."
"Shut up, Jeon."
"Don't worry, I thought about doing the same thing to you," he confesses, watching carefully at how your scowl softens just when he says that. "Mhm. Except it'd probably be more embarrassing. More of begging rather than confessing."
To that, you let out a snort, one of which he cuts you off short as he tugs you closer to his chest.
"However, if you really want to give us a chance," he begins before he pulls his signature smirk. "I'm not opposed to it." You peer up at him and purse your lips. "Does that mean I get a boyfriend discount?"
As you scoff, he laughs along with you, tucking a hair behind your ear as he holds onto the smalls of your back. "Endless boba supply?"
"You're getting a drink with spit in it."
"And baby, I'll be happy to drink it."
Just then, your jaw drops, your immediate reaction to slap his arm lightly. And he laughs, pulling you closer (if that was even possible). "Don't worry, you get a perfect seat at my games and a flying kiss from me before each game."
"Very cute," you muse at the idea.
He stares at you for a long moment, and while you think it's him trying to memorize every bit of your face, his eyes kept flickering down to your lips back to your eyes. In an instant, you realize that he just didn't know what to do next, but he sure as hell was thinking about kissing you, it makes you burst out into a tiny fit of laughter. "You're not so much of a kisser, are you?"
Jungkook scoffs lightly. "Do I come off as an expert in kissing, babe?"
"No, but you're lucky I have some experience."
Groaning, Jungkook lolls his head back while his nose cringes at your sly comment. "I don't want to see an image of the girl I really like making out with her son of a bitch ex-boyfriend."
"Oh, so I went from Annoying Brat to a girl you really like?"
"Yeah, yeah, you leveled up. Did you want a kiss as a reward or what?"
"Yes, please," you smirk as you bring all of your weight to your toes, lifting your heels to give yourself enough height to press your lips onto Jungkook's, slowly and easily. He's taken aback by how much time you dragged along with it, nothing of a sort of the fiery and urgent kiss you first had with him.
He pulls away and he laughs remembering that you have no absolute recollection of the first time you placed your lips on his. Ultra Platinum Jerk 3000 underway. "Not bad for our second kiss."
"Second?" You furrow your eyebrows in complete confusion. "When did we—?" Realization hits you in the face as your jaw goes slack, staring up at him in plain shock. "No, we didn't."
"For the record, you did. I pulled away."
Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you pull back to gape at him. "And you didn't want to tell me about this?"
"I was saving you a lifetime's worth of embarrassment."
You cringe, mentally face palming yourself that you let yourself slip so easily under the influence. "It's embarrassing because you pulled away!"
"Hey, hey, you caught me off guard. I wanted to kiss you back, but not in that current state you were in. You said my lips were "soft and kissable"."
Adamantly, you shake your head. "No, I didn't."
"Mhm," he smirks, bring his hand to tuck a hair behind your ear, his fingertips purposefully dragging down the skin of your neck to create evident goosebumps. "So what do you think now? Still soft and kissable?"
"Jungkook, I'm literally going to make sure your drinks are a living hell," you threaten, scowling at him.
He gives another amused laugh, pulling you closer from the smalls of your back before peppering kisses onto your cheeks, causing you to squeal at his immediate affection. "Alright, alright. Points for Gryffindor, no need to get all feisty."
"Dickwad," you call him, making him smirk. "I'm leaving now."
When Jungkook feels a slight slip of you from his fingers, he grasps onto you quickly to press his lips onto yours once more. Undeniably, you couldn't ignore the way your smile pulls at your cheeks with each peck he places onto your lips, laughter being shared into the air by both of you as you try to wiggle out of his strong grip.
"Jungkook, I have to go," you beg in between fits of light-hearted giggles. "Jungkook!"
"Fine, fine," he sighs in defeat before pressing one more kiss onto your forehead. "See you tomorrow night? At the game?"
"Will my spot be saved?"
"I'll have your name engraved on it," he nods making you smile like a fool. "Gelato right after?"
Eyebrows pulling together, you pat his chest with your palms. "You don't want to get boba with the boys?"
"Nah," Jungkook firmly shakes his head. "Besides, I'd rather break tradition to spend time with you."
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sweet | kth
Pairing: clumsy!Taehyung x tsundere! female reader
Rating: g, sfw
Genre: slight angst, fluff, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au
Warnings: cursing, tsundere behavior, sarcasm from the reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Prompt: Ice skating with clumsy! Taehyung and tsundere!oc who just wants to ice skate in peace but "omG you're going to flatten your butt by falling down so much, here, hold my hand. I don't want you to embarrass yourself further." (Can be e2l if you want!) [DNW: No NSFW please]
Summary: Life is like coffee. It can be bitter or sweet. After a day of unfortunate yet bitter events, someone unexpected can make everything so much sweeter.
A/N: Hello, this is a Christmas gift for my dear, @nixwrites!!! This was part of btsghostie’s Holiday Fic Exchange event. This was truly super fun to create and all thanks to Nix. Definitely one of the most nicest writers I have interacted with. Also huge thanks to @xlovelyyoongix for beta reading this piece of crackheadedness for me. Anywho, before I ramble on too much, happy holidays and enjoy! :)
Bad days were inevitable. Today… was something else. A series of unfortunate events was all it was. They said a bad thing plus another bad thing will turn out to be something good in the end. They were wrong, one bad thing after the other, came on multiplying itself and had no end.
Your phone had fallen off of your bed and cracked. Before your daily walk, one of your earphones had stopped working, leaving you to deal with the noise that you avoided on the streets. On your walk, you stepped on an abnormally large ball of chewed gum causing you to mentally curse the person who chewed this much gum. Stepping aside to remove whatever gum you could with the grass next to your feet, your eyes wandered off to notice a brand new coffee shop.
Figuring that it would be a much better day with a cup of coffee, you decided it would be a great idea to check it out. If you knew that you would get your hot coffee spilled all over your clothes by the cute barista, you would have never stepped in.
The sting of the hot liquid on your body made you wince in pain. A wave of emotions rushed throughout your body but anger overpowered all your senses as you looked at the guilty barista. His eyes shakily wavered up and down your body while he stammered upon his words. Before he could say anything, you took a deep breath and rushed out of the coffee shop. You ignored all the concerned glances as you walked straight home and mentally cursed the barista with all the colorful words you could think of.
Luckily, there were no more unfortunate events on your walk home but you were still angry and the way the clothes were clinging onto your skin. If it had been darker clothes, maybe you wouldn’t have been as angry but today of all days, you had to wear a white shirt.
As soon as you walked through the front door, you kicked off your shoes and started removing the coffee-stained clothes that were starting to feel sticky. Heading straight to the restroom, you took one last look at your cracked phone before you set it on the bathroom counter and let the warm water wash off all the sticky residue of the coffee.
Once you felt clean from all the stickiness, you stepped out of the shower and dried off every droplet of water on your body. A fresh set of clothes covered your body causing you to relax immediately. You closed your eyes as you entered your room and enjoyed the comfortable aura in your home. That peacefulness unfortunately did not last long as your phone went off. Too good to be true.
Groaning as you hesitantly picked up your phone, the cracked screen illuminated your room. Another wave of groans flowed from your lips as you read the text message from your friend, (Y/F/N).
Party at Hoseok’s tonight! Before you cancel on me, remember that you owe me. See you there!
Before you could type in a reply, another message popped on your screen.
Wear something nice. Hoseok wants you to meet someone.
Tossing your phone to the side, you grabbed the pillow next to you and screamed into it, muffling your frustrations. You pulled apart from the pillow to catch a quick breath and you rolled your eyes at the annoying ringtone that came from the phone.
You should get ready now so you can get here on time and not in the last ten minutes as usual!
Sighing, you contemplated which would be a great idea: going to the party on your own will and ignoring the world or risk having Y/f/n come drag you out of your home in one of the outfits she brought along with her. Your mind flashed back to the too revealing outfit she had you wear the last time and you shivered at the thought. Immediately, you jolted up to get ready not wanting to go through the embarrassment all over again.
Eventually, since you jolted up to get ready everything passed by in a flash and you found yourself in front of Hoseok’s house. The large house alone intimidated you. As you brought your hand up to knock, the door opened up to reveal Y/f/n.
“I knew you’d get here early. Come on in.” She moved to the side to have you step inside the house.
“Whatever, I’m going to leave early too so don’t push it.” Y/f/n let out a knowingly glance at you as she took a hold of your hand and guided you through the large house.
“I know, my same old Y/n. You’ll have a great time tonight, a friend of Hoseok’s moved in town and he’s around your age too so you know.”
“You know I’m not looking for anyone nor anything right now. I’m okay with how I am right-”
“And I know that, I just want you to have someone other than just me. Hoseok and I are a thing now and I don’t want you to be alone.” Your mouth opened to stop her from going on a large rant about why you should have someone important in your life but as always, she was a step ahead of you.
“And before you go on saying that I have played Cupid and matched you with a serial killer, I met the guy a few times before. He’s pretty nice, charming, and cute too but let’s not tell Hoseok about that.”
“Tell me about what baby.” Y/f/n pulled away from you to place a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek. The sight of their affection, making you feel slightly uncomfortable but oddly endearing but of course, you’d never let her know. She would be overly hell-bent on finding your so-called soulmate. Grimacing at the eerie idea, you shook your head and looked at the couple in front of you. Hoseok placed a kiss on your friend’s forehead and turned to you.
“Y/n! Long time no see! Before I forget, I have someone that I want you to meet.” Hoseok turned around and motioned the said person to come to him. You could not see who he was calling thanks to his tall body covering but once you were able to, your eyes almost bulged out of their eye sockets at the sight of who it was.
“Y/n, this is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Y/n-”
“You!!!” His eyes widened comically once he looked at you and immediately started rambling.
“Look, please listen-”
“Well, I see that you both know each other. I’ll let you be then.”
“Y/n-”
“You’re gonna spill something on me here too coffee boy?”
“It was an accident though.” The pout present on his face was almost enough to forgive him right there and then but you huffed and walked away from him. You heard Hoseok, walk closer to Taehyung and question him about the strange encounter.
“She’s the one you spilled coffee on?”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, give her some time to warm up to you. Meanwhile, enjoy the party and some games.” Hoseok patted him in the back as they went back to the party.
With a red cup of apple juice in your hand, you avoided people left and right. You avoided having any unnecessary conversations and stayed by the wall, a wallflower, as your friend has always called you.
Unfortunately, Y/f/n was always a step or two ahead of you and somehow pulled you to unwillingly join in a game of truth or dare. You were not fond of party games but you knew she’d let you go home if you played a game so you sat through the game. Luckily, no one picked on you so you inched back little by little in hopes that you could escape without anyone noticing your absence.
Forgetting that today was just an unlucky day for you, Hoseok picked on you as soon as you were about to ditch the circle.
“So Y/n, truth or dare?”
“That’s easy, truth.” You threw an uninterested look at the male across from you as you waited for him to continue.
“What, no. Live a little and choose dare. How bad can it be?” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you heard Y/f/n speak up next to you.
“You sure Y/n?” Hoseok questioned you, knowing how his girlfriend can be at times. Nodding your head, you waited for whatever was to come for you. You hoped it was nothing too crazy but you had a second thought when you saw that same glint in his eyes that you’d see when Y/f/n had a crazy idea. They were definitely a perfect match.
“Well this is not too hard so I dare you to go out on a date with Taehyung. And before you say no, the punishment is all up to my beloved girlfriend.”
“I really don’t have a choice, do I? Well, I guess I’ll accept and take this as my leave.” Groaning, you stood up and ignored everyone’s gaze as you walked out.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You walked faster as you heard Taehyung’s voice coming from behind you.
“I don’t but if that means that I could get away for the hell that Y/f/n has planned for me, I guess I have no other choice.”
“Let me at least take you home, yeah?”
“And have you know exactly where I live? Yeah, no thanks.”
“I can’t have you walking alone so late. Plus, how will I know where to pick you up for our date?”
“If I say yes, will you stop talking?”
“I- is that what you want?” Surprised at your bluntness, Taehyung stopped in his tracks and looked at you with wide eyes. Noticing that he stopped walking, you paused and took in a deep breath before answering him.
“Just a bit of peace.”
“Gotcha! Yeah, I can do that. Shall we continue?” Not waiting for him anymore, you continued to walk your way home with Taehyung by your side.
As you took in each step, your mind wandered off to how many people told you that you were too blunt. Too many to count but not that it mattered, it just stuck in your head since it has been a repetitive thing you’ve always heard. Maybe you could take it down a notch but you wanted to be well guarded. Maybe you’d think about it later but right now, you just needed to rest from this long day. Luckily, you were right in front of your door just seconds away from comfort.
“Y/n?”
“Yes, coffee boy?”
“Can I get your number? You know, to plan the date and stuff.” He shyly stuffed his hands into his pockets waiting for your answer only to find your palm in front of him. Confused, he looked at your palm and into your eyes, trying to read you.
“You want my number right? Give me your phone.” An intense blush formed on his cheeks from embarrassment as he fished his phone out of his pockets. He unlocked his phone and handed it to you. You had a glimpse of his lock screen and the sight of an adorable Pomeranian puppy had your heart-melting.
“Cute... Now, here you go.” You handed him the phone back and unlocked your front door.
“Thank you. Good night, Y/n.”
“Good night, coffee boy.” Once you closed the door, you dropped all your things on the floor and headed straight to your bed. The comfortable mattress immediately lulled you to a well-needed sleep.
After a few days of planning, the day has come to go to that date. Part of you was somewhat excited but the other part of you was anxious because you pretty much let Taehyung plan the whole thing by telling him you didn’t mind doing anything. All you knew about the date was that you needed to wear something warm and comfortable enough to move around with.
While you waited for Taehyung to pick you up, your thoughts had consumed you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date and that thought alone had you picking at your nails. A faint knock at your front door interrupted your thoughts causing your heart to pick up its pace. Before you opened the door, you took in a deep breath and opened it once you felt a bit calmer. On the other side of the door there stood Taehyung holding a colorful bouquet.
“Hi, Y/n! I got these flowers for you, I wasn’t sure of what your favorite flower was... so I had them wrap up a little bit of everything.” You stood there flustered with a million thoughts flashing past your head as he handed you the bouquet.
“You don’t like them? Please don’t tell me you’re allergic, I should have asked-” Before he could ramble on more, you cut him off.
“No, I- I mean I do like them. I just don’t know what to say, I’ve received flowers before.” Speaking softly, you avoided Taehyung’s burning eyes by focusing on the bouquet in your arms.
“No way, a beautiful girl like you should always be given flowers.” Taehyung lowered himself to your height to have your eyes on him and he looked so confused.
“Come inside, I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go.” He nodded at you and closed the door behind him as you walked away to the kitchen. Your heart was beating incredibly fast as you filled the vase with water. Letting the water fill in the vase, you wanted to pinch yourself to see if this actually had happened because you never thought anything like this would ever happen to you.
“Everything okay, Y/n?” Once again, Taehyung’s voice snapped you back to reality.
“Yeah, everything’s good.”
“Alright, ready?” Nodding, you took one last glance at the colorful flowers before you walked out of your home with Taehyung right behind you. You hoped the blush on your face wasn’t visible as you locked your front door.
“So where are we going?”
“To my car, pretty girl.” Immediately, your eyes burned holes into the back of Taehyung’s hair. It was right there and then, you knew it was going to be a long day.
The whole car ride was full of questions about where you were going and of course, Taehyung was very determined on keeping it a surprise. His response to your every indiscreet question of figuring out where you were going was with a question of his own, stating he was trying to get to know you more.
“Okay, one hint for the pretty girl.” He stopped at a red light and turned to you with a serious look
“Finally, shoot!” You turned to him, waiting for an answer.
“It’s going to be icy.”
“Taehyung... we are surrounded by snow. Everywhere we turn is full of snow. I- just let me know when we get there.” Sulking in the passenger seat, you ignored the laughs coming from his side and focused on the droplets of melted snow that cascaded down the passenger window.
“Alright, we are here.” As soon as Taehyung parked, you both got out of the car to examine the view ahead of you.
“A park?”
“Not just any park. Look, come here.” You were partially thankful that he at least told you to wear something warm but you were extremely curious about what he actually had planned.
“An ice skating rink.” The view ahead of you was breathtaking, Christmas lights decorated above and around the rink.
“Yeah. So pretty girl, do you know how to skate?”
“Of course, rollerblading but how different can this be?” The silence coming from Taehyung almost caused you to have whiplash as you turned to look at him. He avoided your gaze before he sheepishly answered you.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“What? Are you hoping to embarrass yourself in front of me and others?”
“Actually, I was hoping to learn together and have you somehow get you to fall for me.” Before you got to say anything, Taehyung took a hold of your hand and started taking long steps to avoid your gaze.
“Anyway, let’s go!” Too flustered to say anything, you let him drag you along as you focused your gaze on the floor. You focused on how the snow beneath you would mold around your shoe as you took each step. Not feeling the sudden stop, you crashed into Taehyung’s back and almost slipped but you clung onto his torso to not lose your balance.
“It seems like you will need my help too.”
“Shut up, as if I’d need your help.” Snickering, Taehyung collected the ice skates from the booth and led you to a locker to lock up your belongings.
Once you both tied your ice skates with an earful of bickering, you both headed onto the skating rink. You watched other skaters hold onto the ramps for leverage and decided to test it out little by little. Too lost in your own progress, you completely missed out on Taehyung stumbling over his own feet until he gently tugged on the back of your coat.
“Can you slow down a bit? I’m trying not to lose you and fall at the same time.” You tried to stifle a laugh but you lost all control when you took a look at the pout on his face.
“Just take one step at a time, coffee boy. There’s no rush here. Watch me.” You moved right in front of him so he can watch you glide slowly while still holding onto the ramp.
After a couple of attempts, you started to get the hang of it and eventually let go of the ramp. Taehyung, on the other hand, was holding onto the ramp for dear life. His eyes wandered off to the middle of the skating rink to see some children using the ice skating support penguins. Your eyes followed his and you could not believe he was actually considering it.
“Tell me you aren’t really thinking of it.”
“Don’t you think it would look badass? Like, the blue tie would definitely bring out the color of my eyes.” The seriousness in his voice had you burst into laughter.
“Taehyung… I don’t think they’d have one your size.”
“I think they have polar bears too.” He tried to skate to you without letting go of the ramp but it was completely useless as he fell onto his knees. Trying not to fall right in front of him, you hesitantly skated right to him and put your palm in front of him.
“Come on, you’re going to flatten your rear if you keep on falling down and well, embarrass yourself too.”
“So you do care, you softie.”
“You know that I can just skate away and leave you here right?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Bet-”
“No, please!” The grip he had in your hand tightened as you playfully pretended to skate away, the action causing you to trip over your skates and falling with him.
You closed your eyes and waited for the pain of your back hitting the icy floor but you only heard a grunt come out from Taehyung. The sound eventually caused your eyes to open immediately to find Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you as you laid on top of him.
“Are you okay?” His eyes scanned over your face for any signs of discomfort.
“I fell on top of you and you are asking me that?”
“Yeah, you are perfectly fine. I guess you did end up falling for me.” Groaning at his cheesy response, you picked yourself up and helped him get up.
Before you could continue to keep on trying to skate, an employee was skating around the rink notifying that there was a heavy snowstorm that was about to hit the town and that everyone had to go home immediately. Luckily, there were not enough people in the rink so leaving the rink was not a hard task. You were both thankful that the walk to his car was not far as it started to get colder.
“Are you okay with coming to my apartment? It’s not so far away from here and I don’t want to leave you alone. I can cook for you and let you sleep in my bed.”
“As long as you’re not taking me there to kill me, I don’t mind.” He chuckled in his seat before starting to drive to his apartment.
“You have my word, pretty girl.”
When you both arrived at his apartment, you were greeted by the lovely sight of the black Pomeranian that you’ve seen on Taehyung’s lock screen.
“This is Yeontan. Yeontan, this is the pretty girl I’ve been talking about. Use your charms to their full potential.” Chuckling at his words, you crouched down to pet Yeontan only to have him jumping into your arms. Taehyung felt as if his heart melted at the sight of you warming up to Yeontan instantly.
“You must want to be in something comfortable after all that ice, I’ll go get you some clothes for you. Feel free to explore.” Instead of searching for whatever comes up your path, you decided to just look for the living room to sit down. As if he could read your thoughts, Yeontan barked at you and started strutting to what you believe was the living room. When the couch came into sight, you let yourself rest on it and patted your lap for Yeontan to jump onto.
Taehyung walked into the living room minutes after with a new set of clothes on him and some clothes folded neatly in his hands.
“You weren’t just cleaning your room right now?”
“No, it’s not messy. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.” You laughed as he scratched the back of his head.
“Nice excuse.”
“Anyways, here are some of my clothes for you to wear. You can go change in the restroom that’s down that hall while I cook something up for us.” Standing up, you thankfully took the clothes from his hands and started walking to the hall he pointed to. After you changed into the clothes that Taehyung gave you, you walked out of the restroom to be greeted by a wonderful aroma. You followed the aroma into the kitchen and saw Taehyung serving up two plates of tteokbokki.
“If it’s good, I cooked it. If it’s bad, Yeontan made it. Nice apron.” You giggled at the bold words written on the apron.
“It was a prank gift from a friend.”
“I think Yeontan would be a great cook though.”
“Of course he would, I’m his dad.”
“Well... let’s eat.” With a playful pout present on his face, he handed you a fork and waited for your reaction to his hard work. When you hummed at the delicious taste, he took that as his cue to start eating. After a bit of conversation and a few bites later, you finished the meal that he prepared.
Taehyung picked up your plates and dropped them off in the sink next to him before he guided you to his room to have you rest peacefully. He showed you around his bedroom and asked if you needed anything else before he went to go to sleep in the living room.
Before he could walk out of his room, you spoke softly.
“Can you stay?” He stopped right at the door and looked over his shoulder as you nervously looked at the bedsheets that covered you. Not wanting to pry, he decided to tease you just a little bit.
“Sorry, what?”
“If I have to repeat myself, I will walk myself home.”
“Cleaning can wait. Come here my little munchkin!” As soon as you saw him race to the bed, you hid as if that would stop him from jumping on the bed.
“You can get closer if you need more warmth.”
“You’re pushing it, Tae.”
“No more coffee boy? That’s progress.” Turning to lay down on your side, you looked at him and closed your eyes before you spoke up.
“Tae?”
“Yes, pretty girl?” He turned to face you and admired your facial features while you weren’t paying attention.
“Today was pretty fun, snowstorm and all. Thank you.”
“It really was. Now, let’s rest so we can talk more tomorrow.” He brought up the blankets to cover you and placed a gentle peck on your forehead before closing his eyes as well.
“Goodnight, Tae.”
“Goodnight, pretty girl.”
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“You Still Mad?” Obey Me Fluff
Beelzebub x Fem! Reader
Lucifer x Fem! Reader
Introduction: When Lucifer is yet again pulled away from Y/N by a certain spoiled prince, she is rightfully angry and disappointed...but probably not for long due to an adamant gentle giant who knows exactly what to do to get her into a good mood again.
Note: I found this idea on google when I was looking for some inspo on fluff and automatically thought of Beelie Babe! If ya didn’t notice, I’m loving my new pastelish blue theme way more than my prior orange one so I thought I’d add some pretty pictures that fit the ~aesthetic~ before every fic haha ☁️
Lucifer sat, legs crossed and a steaming cup of hot coffee in hand, as Y/N sat in front of him nibbling on a pastry from a tin can placed on the table beside her. Small grins on their faces as they spoke about everything and nothing at the same time while they gave half their attention to the ongoing chess game in front of them. The eldest demon hovered his gloved hand over a pawn before sliding it forward one square, effectively blocking off Y/N’s attack towards his queen piece as a playful smirk lifted his lips.
“Aw, darn it!” Y/N groaned, dramatically pressing her back against the leather couch behind her whilst covering her eyes with a hand jokingly. Lucifer chuckled before taking his first sip of the coffee she had made for him, his eyebrows furrowing as the taste settled in his mouth. Smacking his lips, he caught Y/N’s attention promptly making her drop her hand away from her eyes to watch him. “What? Does it taste bad?” She questioned, leaning forward in hopes that wasn’t the case. She didn’t bother putting any sugar or milk since he specifically requested it black, so there was no way she could have messed up a simple task like that.
“Hm, not bad just...bitter,” he replied before taking another sip, a glint his eye she couldn’t quite decipher. “Very bitter, actually,” he hummed approvingly, gulping down another sip before setting it on top of the saucer she had brought along with it. He seemed strangely happy about it, which she didn’t understand so she reached out for the cup.
“Well, it is black coffee. Why? Do you not like it too bitter?” She asked, taking a tentative sip of the almost pitch black liquid before her nose scrunched at the taste. “Oh jeez, why does it taste like that?” She spat out, sticking out her tongue in a disgusted manner after it had went down her throat. Now, don’t get her wrong, she does have the acquired taste to enjoy bitter things such as 90% cacao dark chocolate but this coffee seemed to be on an unimaginable level, not to mention, she usually preferred sweeter things than not.
“If you don’t know already, I quite enjoy bitter foods. This actually fits my preferred coffee taste perfectly, I can never get it to be like this when I make it so it’s a pleasant surprise,” he mused, smiling fondly at her reaction as he took the cup out her hands. She met him with a confused stare.
“I didn’t do antthing special with it, but I’m glad you like it nonetheless,” she shrugged, happy that she had pleased him as she moved a chess piece absentmindedly.
“I see that you don’t know...I’ll inform you that Devildom coffee actually has a special...quirk to it,” Lucifer began, another smirk appearing on his face as Y/N awaited for him to continue. “The special aspect being that it becomes more bitter the more fond the brewer is of the person they’re making it for,” he continued, nonchalantly taking a sip of the brew as he watched her reaction from atop of the cup.
It took a few seconds to register, but once it did her cheeks bloomed red as she twiddled her fingers in an embarrassed manner. “I wasn’t aware of that...” she mumbled, looking up at his smug face. “Hey! Wait a minute! You knew that and wanted me to make it for that specific reason, didn’t you!” She realized, eyes widening at the revelation as he chuckled in reply only proving her correct.
“I merely wanted a cup of coffee, you insisted on making it for me, but I’m happy to know just how fond you are of me,” he teased as she rolled her eyes with a laugh. They continued their antics, but the peaceful bubble the two had encased themselves in was promptly popped when Lucifer’s D.D.D began to incessantly ding with an array of notifications back to back. Sighing since he already anticipated this, he picked it up and scrolled through the messages that filled his screen before beginning to get up. “I sincerely apologize, love, but Lord Diavolo requests my assistance on some trivial matter right away,” he sighed, giving her a sincere gaze as he grabbed his long coat.
“But it’s supposed to be your day off!” She insisted, grabbing ahold of his sleeve. Y/N rarely had alone time with Lucifer unlike with the others since he was always busy with tasks given to him by Diavolo, so she had looked forward to this time together for a while now and hated that it had to be cut short.
“I know, but that is seldom fulfilled without being called by Lord Diavolo at least once,” he replied. Taking note of her disappointed gaze towards the floor, he set both hands on each side of her face and made her look up at him. He was equally as disheartened since he very much enjoys the rare alone time he has with her, but also knows of his duty to the prince of the Devildom. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, alright love?” He stated softly as she nodded with his hands on her face in reply. Kissing her gently on the forehead, he rubbed his thumb against her cheek once more before taking his leave.
Y/N deflated against the couch, looking at the almost empty cup of coffee and never finished chess game in front of her sadly. Once she passed the initial sadness, she could feel an annoying bit of anger bubbling inside her chest as she sat restlessly. “Stupid prince,” she muttered, standing up suddenly. “Always Lucifer this and Lucifer that! What? The future king of Devildom can’t do a simple task himself? He’s so entitled! He has a fully capable Barbatos by his side that can go into the past and see the future mind you and he still insists on calling upon Lucifer? Ugh, I can’t believe this!” She ranted, pacing from side to side as she did so. “Does he think Lucifer doesn’t have a life of his own? Or people who want to see him? Unbelievable!” She continued, stopping to breathe heavily. A few seconds passed before she said: “I’m hungry,” which led her to the kitchen.
Now angrily rummaging through the fridge and cabinets for a snack, she eyed a box of beetle paste buns on the top shelf and groaned when she couldn’t reach it but was cut short when a muscular arm easily reached across her head and grabbed the box down for her. “You wanted this?” Beel’s deep voice questioned, his mouth half full from the slice of pizza he held in his other hand. Y/N aggressively nodded as he set the box down in front of her, she right away ripped it open and began stuffing her face with the buns in an irate manner as he watched. “Hm...it might be normal for me to do that but not for you...what’s wrong?” He asked, waiting patiently as she choked down the last bit of bun she had in her mouth. Chuckling as he watched her puffed out cheeks, he wiped off a bit of paste from the side of her mouth fondly before bringing his finger to his lips to suck it off. “You look like a cute chipmunk,” he hummed, giving her a close-eyed smile with cutely blushed cheeks that made her heart clench.
Finally done with the food in her mouth, she replied: “I’m mad,” simply, as she crossed her arms in a childish manner.
“Cute,” Beel thought you himself as he watched her before an idea popped up in his head. Noticing his silence, Y/N looked up at him and noticed the look in his eye she knew too well as well as the mischievous smile that spread across his face.
Beel wiped his hands against each other after eating the last bit of pizza. “No. No! Don’t you dare, Beel!” She protested but it was ignored as he easily picked her up, holding her up by her armpits as he chuckled at her happily. “I said I’m mad! Put me down!” She insisted, lip jutting out as she pouted but Beel cut her off by swinging her in a circle as she squealed. Beginning to laugh along with him, she still tried to keep up the facade of anger and struggled in his arms which caused him to lose his balance and for them to both fall to the ground. Y/N laid atop of him as he looked at her through his tousled orange bangs, the corners of his lips lifted unknowingly. They laid there for a bit, muffled giggles coming from their mouths every once and a while.
“You still mad?” Beel questioned teasingly, gazing up down at her on his chest. Sighing, she shuffled up so her face hovered over his as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“Kinda,” she replied, laying back down against his arm.
“Oh really now?” He questioned, leaning up on his arm and beginning to tickle her as she tried her best to avoid his large hands.
“Alright, alright! I’m not mad anymore!” She surrendered in between laughs and heavy breaths. “Jeez you always know exactly what to do to make me feel better, ya gentle giant,” she confessed, tousling his hair as he hummed in agreement.
Footsteps made their way into the kitchen before stopping in front of them. “What are you guys doing on the ground?” Levi’s confused voice asked. “Ah, did Beel pass out again from eating something he shouldn’t have?”
I hope you guys enjoyed the fluff! The next part of my scenting series will hopefully be coming soon, I’m still at the beginning of it which is already a lot since I love to ramble. Spoiler! It’s Lucifer’s turn and I think it’ll be very filthy so heads up about that. I’ll also be starting some requests soon! ☁️
Btw this was supposed to be mostly about my Beelie Babe but I got too into the introduction lmao so Lucifer got much more cutesy time than I at first wanted oopsey ☁️
#obey me#demon brothers#obey me shall we date#obey me fandom#obey me x mc#obey me mc#otome game#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#lucifer x reader#beelzebub x reader#beel x reader#lucifer x mc#beel x mc#obey me fluff#obey me fanfiction#obey me scenario#obey me! shall we date?#cute scene#fluff
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ok hear me out. platonic claudia and reader BUT reader is like the rich lesbian wine aunt archetype
this is everything
it all starts when claudia has run away from home. louis and lestat are beside themselves with worry. although admittedly, lestat is more angry at her audacity to run away than concerned for her safety.
claudia doesn’t expect to be away from the pair for long, she just needs a moment. an instant of peace. a peace that alludes her no matter how diligently she searches for it. she wonders if the emptiness inside of her, that tears her chest wide with longing, is anything like the turmoil that so easily eats away at louis day in and day out.
she doesn’t know what she’s looking for when she leaves. she didn’t know she was looking for anything at all. until she finds you.
she ran in the dead of night during one of the many tiring spats between louis and lestat. nothing but the clothes on her back and the shoes on her feet.
when she thinks she’s traveled far enough to rest it’s been days since she’s fed. she only used the night to run, and slept fitfully during the day. she finds and eats her meal with relish and is then left to wander the city streets with her dress and golden curls dripping with blood. that’s when she comes across you.
you gasp at the sight of her and move quite fast for a human, rushing to kneel before her, tugging her this way and that, looking for wounds you won’t find. you smell sweet and heavy. the perfume of a rich woman lingering in the air around you, blending pleasantly with the sweetness of your blood beneath your skin.
just because you can find no source of the blood doesn’t mean you jump to the conclusion that the child is a murderer, obviously.
you take her in your arms - intending to bring her to the law in order to get to the bottom of whatever horrible ordeal she’s been through - when she asks you where you’re going in a voice as light as wind-chimes. you tell her to the police and she begins to weep and crushes you to her body with a strength that startles you, the blood upon her dress seeping slowly into the fabric of your own.
against your better judgement you’re overtaken by a motherly instinct that has never gripped you before and you walk back to your estate, intending to calm and care for the young girl and deal with the law later.
you didn’t know, at the time, that you are living out your last few moments as a human. claudia, as well, did not know that she was going to keep you alive.
you strip her of her bloodied clothing and run her a warm bath. you clean her skin gently with a washcloth made of fine, soft materials. you tilt her head back to wash her hair and tell her to close your eyes now, sweet girl and though she has entered a period of fierce rebellion she finds herself listening to you mindlessly.
there is a moment, while you are washing her hair that she opens her eyes and your gazes meet. she’d been observing you as you went about your task with a seriousness that was nearly comical (you had been around few children and were already considered a spinster by everyone who knew you or knew of you). you look briefly from her perfect, spiraled curls to her piercing eyes and your face softens.
claudia is no stranger to people being disarmed by her looks. it is what makes her such an effective, deadly predator. but for once when she sees your face soften her own does too and she wants.
she doesn’t know what she’s feeling but then you kiss her forehead and tell her don’t worry, love and i’ll take care of you now and in an instant she knows. lestat as her maker, she doesn’t know how to deny herself anything, and already she knows she wants to keep you with her always.
in immortality she gained two fathers, louis and lestat, but she was robbed of so many precious things mortal girls experience, like growing old or having a mother.
she hadn’t known she’d wanted a mother until you.
there was still a hole in her chest that she knew could never be filled. that hole was for things like becoming a woman, watching as her face lost its baby fat and gained wrinkles and lines, falling in love, having a family of her own one day. but looking at you the hole ached less, which was more than enough for claudia, as she was nothing if not realistic.
you only spend one night and morning together with you as a human. claudia knows her fathers are not far behind her and she can’t risk lestat killing you as a punishment or being talked out of turning you by louis.
she turns you while you are sleeping. you wake to her bite. she is not a gentle feeder, but she is draining you of blood so quickly that you faint from sheer lightheadedness, let alone the pain. when you wake you are forever changed.
claudia has already hunted down a human for you to feed off of by the time your heart has stopped and your eyes reopened. they are the same eyes but the person who looks through them is transformed. you are a predator now. you react like a predator when claudia throws the weakened human she has caught and injured onto the bedside beside you. your newly formed fangs rip through tender flesh to taste the most delicious thing you’ve ever smelled and all the while you hear the sound of a delighted laugh and excited clapping.
when louis and lestat find you two it’s been two months since you were turned. long enough that claudia has taught you some semblance of control but more importantly, long enough for you two to grow close. you are both maker and creation. new friends and yet old, kindred spirits. sisters damned by the same curse, the same affliction. mother and daughter bound by affection.
claudia is ready to be reunited with louis and lestat by the time they find her, but only on the condition that she is allowed to keep you. that you are allowed to be part of their family.
louis, while disappointed that claudia turned anyone else, agrees nearly instantly. he’d been beside himself with grief and guilt (which, although not a new state of being for him, was much more severe considering the circumstances) over her disappearance. the mere sight of her cherub face had brought him to his knees.
lestat was angry at the beginning of her disappearance but though he could, potentially, live for eternity, the longer he was without claudia the more his anger transformed to worry. he’d thought louis doted on the girl too much until she was out of sight and suddenly his every thought was consumed by her. was she alright? was she alive? was she lonely? was this, finally, the all consuming bond of a maker and their fledgling that he staunchly ignored?
he pretended to think the decision over so as not to give claudia the gratification of him caving to her will like softened candle wax but she knew and he knew that she knew, that she would be coming home with you, and that you would all be a new kind of family.
it’s an interesting transition for you all.
you’d already been eccentric in life. an orphan who was lucky enough to be left with a family fortune, you’d never had to marry to secure wealth and comfort. you’d kept mostly to yourself despite the depth of your inheritance and the pull it could gain you and you were considered strange by the high society you were born into, to say the least.
being removed from the limitations of human morality was terrifying and freeing. you’d thought you’d been a rebel before. someone on the outside looking in, mostly by choice, and the choice had empowered you. claudia hadn’t offered you the choice to become a vampire but nonetheless you felt more free than you ever had before you met the young vampire.
the two of you would prowl through the streets, dressed in finery, hand in hand, looking for prey and then playfully competing on who could take it down the fastest.
there were many nights that you two would come home covered in blood, melodic laughter drifting through the halls of your estate that had once been occupied by only you.
it amused you endlessly that the halls you’d once lamented had been void of life were now occupied by your newfound, undead family.
matching high society outfits you had made so that the two of you match one another when you go out onto the town? yes, absolutely. what’s the point of being wealthy if not to get matching dresses made for you and your vampire daughter?
i cannot stress enough how lestat, who cannot fathom being close to anyone without using the powers of seduction, would be baffled by your lack of reaction to him. he wonders at first if claudia has already poisoned you against him but you seem perfectly content to be in his company. you just don’t react to any of his flirtatious comments or physicality.
he doesn’t understand until he takes you to a bar and a prostitute, seeing your fancy dress, playfully straddles you and asks if you’d like to spend a night with her. no longer is there enough blood in your cheeks to make you blush but instantly your body language becomes sweeter and softer.
lestat, a known and notorious bisexual, understands immediately 👀
lestat bursting into a room where claudia and louis were peacefully playing piano together: don’t worry everyone! it was a false alarm! i’m still beautiful! it’s just that y/n is gay
claudia is ENRAGED, by the way, that lestat kept making passes at you. you’re hers. you’re the only thing in the world that’s not immaterial and that’s just hers. for awhile it was just a fight to get claudia to let you talk to either man alone. louis was honestly a bit shocked that he was also subject to such treatment by claudia.
( bitter that he is no longer the #Favorite Parent? ..... maybe so... )
louis belongs to lestat, though claudia is sure louis loves her more; and lestat is taken by louis, though he is her creator as well. most days she feels like she is a pawn in a game she didn’t want to be part of.
with you she is just claudia. claudia, your beautiful girl. claudia, your maker. claudia, the family you’d lived without for so long. claudia, the daughter you never would have had or wanted if she’d been forced onto you by way of marriage.
you found one another in the perfect, shakespearean way. a maelstrom of beauty and tragedy alike. two lonely souls, never meant to truly belong anywhere, coming together.
despite being a strictly familial relation the passion and fierceness of your devotion is enviable to all who meet you two.
women will come up to you, drawn by your charms and looks and claudia will cling fiercely to your skirts, fangs barely suppressed. the women, unfortunately, never live for long once they’ve spoken to you.
when you catch eyes lingering upon your brilliant, vicious maker you tug her closer to your side and thank the lord - who you’re sure sees you as an affront to his grand plan - for the unholy strength in your body, fueled by the sweet blood of man. you imagine ripping apart the people who look at your claudia limb from limb.
claudia encourages this protective, instinctual display of your love and affection. she praises you, no matter how bloody or careless a scene you leave behind. she doesn’t say it but you can see it in her eyes. she’s never experienced a mother’s love. maybe she’d had it once but she holds no memories of the woman who gave birth to her. for so long there was just louis and lestat. now there is you mother. the first face she has ever been able to conjure when hearing the word.
after you kill a despicable man who smiled too charmingly at claudia from a darkened alleyway you ask her if you feel so strongly towards her because she is your maker or because you’re family. she places a bloody hand gently upon your equally bloodied cheek and says ‘can’t it be both, my dearest y/n?’ you share wide, fang-tipped smiles with one another.
#the vampire chronicles imagine#claudia x reader#interview with the vampire imagine#iwtv#interview with the vampire#slasher x reader#monster x reader#me: writes one thing for the first time in a month: queen shit??#im a little tipsy so excuse me for spelling errors
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basically, uh. someone sent in an anon ask to @incorrect-jatp-quotes and i did this, because that’s who i am. if bobby wilson no angst......... how fic?
trigger warnings for alcohol abuse and generally terrible mental health
God, but it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t. It was a rough night, and a rough day, and a rough week, and he was so tired, and- well, it wasn’t on purpose.
It wasn’t even a conscious thought. It was just that his mom was working a night shift, and he was home alone at 11pm, and he had been so tired for so long, but he couldn’t sleep. It was just that he was too unsteady to eat, and there was a Corona in the fridge, and you know. It was so easy. It was just a twist of a cap and bam.
He should have poured it down the sink.
He didn’t.
He had a killer headache the next morning, but he chugged some water and popped an Advil to make do. It was an impulsive mistake, he told himself, and it wasn’t on purpose. He didn’t do it on purpose. He wouldn’t do it again.
But he was so tired. He was so tired, so he got tired of trying, and he made the same mistake again.
And again.
And again.
And the thing is, once you make the same mistake a half-dozen times, it wasn’t really a mistake anymore. It was still dumb. But it was also still so easy, and getting easier, and it was just one bottle, what was so bad about one bottle? What was so bad about taking a drink before bed, if that was what it took to get a full night of rest? What was so bad about a mistake turning into a choice turning into a habit he couldn’t cull? If it was so awful, shouldn’t someone stop him? If it was so awful, shouldn’t he stop himself? It didn’t feel bad. It just felt like a drink before bed, and a little bit of an easier way to get through his own thoughts.
He started feeling ashamed when one drink turned to two. When he started swiping it from the store, instead of the fridge to keep his mom from noticing. When he stopped noticing the bitterness in the taste, and just noticed the silkiness of sleep underneath, it became something shameful. It became something he tried not to think about too hard.
The thing is, once you weren’t thinking too hard, a habit got so much harder to break.
He started feeling sick of himself when two drinks turned to three. When he started losing memories of the evening and remembering only the sleepy silk on his tongue that got him there, and when he started waking up with his stomach churning, and when he started catching every cold every time he stayed up past one. When he stopped thinking and let it take his mind for itself, it became something terrible. It became something that made his stomach turn.
When three drinks turned to four, he woke up outside his own second story window with a twisted ankle, a bruised back, and no recollection of the night before.
That was when he started hating himself.
The thing about hating yourself was that it formed a prison. It snaked up around your mind like a cage, framing it in with the constant reminder. It wasn’t an unending sadness, or a wound, or throbbing maudlin regret; it was a dull ache that stayed steady in the corner of your mind, trickling down your spine to settle in your bones, weaving its slow, toxic trail into your heart. It was a distant discomfort that lasted all day. He wasn’t quite okay with himself. He could never quite be cohesively alright- there was a traitorous little corner of his mind he couldn’t escape, one that jarred him just a little too far. He was just a little too fucked up, now. He didn’t always hate himself. It was just that he never didn’t.
He limped for a week and a half. He told everyone he tripped down the stairs. The lie tasted bitter in his mouth, and he almost liked it, because nowadays he hardly tasted anything but the dust of nights forgotten and that silky sleep under his tongue. The bruises on his back faded, eventually.
He always remembered, though. Everytime he fell off into that abyss, everytime he dimmed himself into drunkenness, everytime he lost his mind, he still remembered the morning he woke up outside his window. He couldn’t escape it.
That was the thing with hating yourself. It was the kind of thing you never forget.
But it wasn’t on purpose, not at the beginning. This wasn’t what he wanted. He just wanted a night of rest. God, he was just so tired, he was tired down to his soul, and he made a mistake, and he chose to make it again. And he was still so tired, but it hurt to be without it now. He couldn’t stay sober with his thoughts too long. He’d lose his mind even quicker that way.
So he drank, and he hated himself, and he waited for sleep to come.
The thing is, habits don’t abide by strict rules. He started craving it. Started drinking at ten instead of eleven, and nine instead of ten, and now he had gotten around to cracking one open as soon as he got home from school and following it up with whatever else. Losing the night turned into losing the day turned into losing everything.
He started bringing it to school. Little bottles of rose tequila, a water bottle of vodka, going out at lunch for the six pack in his car. He started losing his classes. His grades slipped through his fingers, but he just drank and hated himself and waited for sleep to come. He was too tired to care about a 60 on a Physics test. He was too fucked up for school, anyway.
He started fighting with his mom.
He tried not to think about that.
He woke up outside the window again.
.
.
Well, clearly he enjoyed dooming himself, so it wasn’t exactly surprising. It made sense, in a depressing kind of way that made his stomach cave on itself. He knew it was a terrible idea. But he was tired and it was habit and it was there, so he drank himself to staggering and then went out to the garage.
“You good, man?” Reggie asked, and his stomach flipped.
Well, fuck.
He forced a smile onto his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m all good,” he said, half aware he was babbling. Maybe a little slurred. “Just a little tired. Didn’t sleep well last night.” He hasn’t slept well in a while, really, so maybe it wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t like he would know.
The silkiness under his tongue was making him sick. Or maybe that was the guilt? It weighed in his gut like a stone, because how could he be so stupid? Because Reggie’s dad- that fucking bastard, Bobby can’t fucking stand him- Reggie’s dad was a drinking man. Was a violent one, too. Was loud and fucked up and a terrible drinker, a terrible dad, a fucking- Bobby was terrible, coming out here like this. Coming near Reggie all fucked up like his dad. God, but what was he thinking?
He wasn’t, of course. The thing with habits is that they happen when your thoughts are gone.
Reggie just raised a brow. “Okay, man.”
“You sure you’re good for practice?” Luke cut in. He was squinting in Bobby’s direction warily. “You don’t look too great.”
“I’m fine.” Luke didn’t look convinced. “Luke, I’m fine.”
Luke put his hands up in surrender. “Alright, bro. Your call.” Bobby rolled his eyes (and instantly regretted it, because he was already unsteady, Jesus fuck-) and went to grab his guitar. And if he stumbled a little bit, well. His shoe was untied.
His hands were shaking as they started practice. His shoulders relaxed though, and his eyes fell shut, strumming the chords off muscle memory. It was a song they’d played a thousand times. One he’d written with Alex last year, actually. It was one of his favorites. Even now, halfway to broken and on the edge of losing his mind, it calmed him. It tasted like silk on his tongue. Sweeter than a drink. Fuck, but why hadn’t he gotten addicted to this instead?
His hands were shaking, though, and his F chord skidded sharply. It skidded into his ears like sandpaper. “Fuck!”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay-” Luke started, but he was still shaking, still fumbling at the strings. “Hey. Hey. Hey!” Hands on his shoulders, on his face, and he couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t see, and what was going on? He felt so unsteady. The world was shattering, or he was shattering, or both, or neither, and he couldn’t play this stupid fucking F chord, and his hands were shaking, and Luke was saying something.
God, what was he playing?
“Bobby, are you-” New hands. He shoved them away without thinking, because it was too much, too many, and he was so unsteady, and-
And Reggie was stumbling back away from him with wide eyes. And Alex had bolted up to his feet. And Luke’s hands had dropped away like stones.
And he was sick of it.
And he hated himself.
And he was so unsteady, and he was so, so tired.
Bobby reached out, intending to apologise, but Reggie flinched back, and it seared at his chest like a whip. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Reg, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, don’t know what I was thinking, Reg, but I’m sorry-” or something like that, because his words were all melting and melding and morphing together into something mumbled and slurred and unsteady. He was so unsteady.
He didn’t mean to crumble, but there he was on the floor, and he curled into himself. His fingers knotted into his hair to tug sharply. Focus. Focus, Bobby. Get your fucked up, hazy head in the game. Just say sorry. You can do that. Just say sorry to Reggie. Just say sorry.
Instead he said, “I feel sick,” and then he felt even sicker, because that wasn’t what he was supposed to say. He was supposed to apologise. He wasn’t supposed to be selfish right now. He did feel sick, though. Sick and shattered on the floor.
A hand rubbed at his back soothingly. “Hey. Hey, there, Bobby, can you look at me?” He shook his head. “Come on, man. It’s just me. It’s just Luke. I’ve got you.” He hated how comforting it was.
“Reggie,” he whispered.
“Reggie?” Luke asked. Bobby nodded. “Reggie’s okay. He’s okay. He got a little scared, but he’s alright now, I promise.” He kept rubbing at Bobby’s back. “He’s okay,” he repeated. “Reg?”
An arm slung around Bobby’s waist, a head pressing into his shoulder, and it was Reggie’s voice. It was Reggie. “I’m okay. Look at me.” He tilted his head up slowly to take him in. He seemed okay. His eyes were shiny. Wet with tears. He’d made him cry. He hadn’t known he could hate himself more.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know,” Reggie said. He squeezed his shoulders tightly. “What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong?
Well, what was he supposed to say? That he was too tired, too empty, too fucked up and broken and full of dust? That he was a little terrible with decisions in the first place, and now it was so hard to break a habit that maybe made him feel sort of okay? That he didn’t really know if it made him feel okay at all, but it made him feel a little less empty, a little less bleak? That it made him hate himself, but it took the barbs of the hate away? That he didn’t know how to think anymore unless he was losing his mind? What was he supposed to say?
He said, “I’m tired,” but he didn’t really, because it got all caught up and jumbled in his tears. When had he started crying?
And there were hands on his shoulders, and Alex was asking something, and Reggie’s arm tightened. He had to blink a few times to process the question. Alex kneeling in front of his crumpled form, squeezing his shoulders. His face was open, earnest, fucking scared, and his voice was low, asking, “Hey, are you drunk?”
And Bobby processed the question and started crying again, because he hadn’t been thinking at all.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna, I didn’t wanna, it wasn’t on purpose, I didn’t mean to-” he devolved off into utter nonsense, choked and slurred against Luke’s shoulder, his whole body shuddering. “I didn’t mean to,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to.” But what did it matter what he’d meant to do? Intentions come and intentions go, and in the end they all added up to him on the garage floor, crumbling to pieces in front of his friends, crumbling into nothing, because he was nothing, because he was just a habit and a facade and the nothing that was inside. He was just a pitiful pile of excuses. He was just fucked up.
Luke rubbed his back again. “Why?” he whispered. Bobby just cried harder, because how the hell was he supposed to know? How was he supposed to know anything at all? He was nothing, he was nothing at all, he was just echoes and regrets and broken pieces.
How was he supposed to know?
He just crumbled, and he cried, and he hated himself until sleep came.
.
.
When he woke up, they were still on the studio floor. Their instruments had all been put up, he noticed. Reggie and Alex were nestled on either side of him, curled into his shoulders, with Luke draped against Alex’s back. Bobby groaned slightly at the fluorescent lighting. “Fuck,” he whispered.
A hand rubbed at his side. “Fuck,” Reggie agreed. His voice was hoarse. Had he been crying?”
Bobby closed his eyes again. “I’m sorry,” he said. More clearly than before. More earnest. “It wasn’t- I really didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I know.” Reggie’s grip on him tightened. “God, I know, Bobby, I don’t care about that.” Bobby blinked again, staring at him. Reggie reached up to brush his hair back. His fingers felt nice and cool against the flushed skin of Bobby’s face. “I’m worried,” Reggie said, which didn’t make sense. He was worried about Bobby pushing him again?
“I said I didn’t mean to scare you. You don’t have to worry.”
Reggie blinked. “What? What, no, you idiot. I’m worried about you,” he replied. His hand hadn’t moved yet. “You’re not… I mean, you’re not okay. It’s been obvious for a while, but this…”
Bobby shrugged. His eyes fell shut again. “I just wanted a good night’s sleep,” he admitted quietly. The exhaustion surged up out of his bones, fading his voice into a murmur. “I just wanted to stop thinking. And now- now I can’t think. Not even when I want to. But I don’t want to. I don’t wanna do anything. I just…” he let out a shuddering breath. “I just wanna sleep.” His voice cracked pitifully on the last word.
Reggie was silent for a long, long moment. Bobby kept his eyes closed.
“Go to sleep,” Reggie said, finally. His voice was gentler than any angel song. His hand cupped Bobby’s cheek for a moment, a comforting kind of touch. “You can sleep for as long as you want. We’ve got you.” Bobby hummed contently. He could hear Reggie’s tiny smile. “We love you, Bobby. You’re our best friend,” he continued, and it sounded like a promise. “We’re gonna figure this out, I promise. But right now, you just get some sleep.”
So he did, and maybe it was a little more okay, and maybe he hated himself a little less.
#sorry about that yall#but i had to#aha#maybe ill post this on ao3?#jatp fic#julie and the phantoms fanfiction#jatp#brotp: sunset curve#my writing#fic: a half dozen mistakes
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I’ve been mostly a fandom lurker for the past five months (since the Game of Thrones Series Finale). Since then I’ve been reading some of the best fanfiction I’ve ever read. I’ve been a part of some very small fandoms before and can say the J/B fandom is lucky to have many very talented writers. I wanted to make a list of my favorite stories so far for J/B Week, but life… so here it is now. I’ll try to be brief (I anticipate I am going to fail at this) and not spoil the stories.
These are all stories with less than 14k words. The division between short and long fics is a bit arbitrary but necessary due to the length of this list. I am sure there are better ways to classify these stories that I may get around to later on.
Sorry in advance for the overuse of words such as beautiful, perfect and spectacular, the Jaime/Brienne fandom writers are that good. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.
I’ve tagged the authors whose handles on Tumblr I know. If you wish to have your tag removed or added (I’d love to follow you!), let me know.
You can find a long fic rec list here.
41 Nights and a Day by rhye
This one reads like a collection of drabbles, one for each day Jaime and Brienne spent together in Winterfell. It’s lovely and intimate and we get to see them discover everything about each other in this new facet of their relationship.
no sweeter innocence (than our gentle sin) by sameboots @agirlnamedkeith
This is a short post S8E3 episode one-shot. It’s a story about loss and comfort. Jaime taking care of Brienne and being tender with her always does things for me. This story is poignant, beautiful and much better than what the show gave us in episode 4.
A Whole City Suffers by Mussimm
A Whole City Suffers is a collection of seven post-canon ficlets, one for each of the deadly sins. Each ficlet is a wonderful dip into Jaime’s mind. It is part of a really creative series called Works and Days which include the seven heavenly virtues from Brienne’s POV which is a fantastic companion to this one.
The Stranger Catches Us All by Miss_M @miss-m-calling
This is a very bitter-sweet short story. Jaime and Brienne’s personalities and loving relationship are perfectly captured in this Post-Canon short story where they worry about their future.
Ball and Chain and Golden and True by Miss_M @miss-m-calling
These two stories were in my reading list for quite a while. Reading the description only I wasn’t sure I would like, but boy am I glad I decided to give it a shot. In this story, Brienne is a cop who has to arrest and repeatedly interview Jaime Lannister. The level of the uncontrollable, contained sexuality in this is off the charts, but somehow the story manages to also delve into the trust and intimacy between Jaime and Brienne.
Mercy in You by Miss_M @miss-m-calling
I love a story where Jaime and Brienne are in an established relationship but are still learning to navigate it and eventually, they have to confront those lingering fears and insecurities. That is beautifully handled in this story. The characterization in this piece are fantastic. Miss_M is very true to both Jaime and Brienne’s characters.
A Woman's War by Lady_in_Red @ladyinredfics
I can’t say a lot about this story without giving away the plot. It is a wonderfully written and moving short piece. The two chapters in this go beautifully together and Jamie's love for Brienne shines through in both of them. Lady_in_Red manages to pack a lot in, but the story flows quite naturally.
He Wants (he wants) by ShirleyAnn66
This is one is, I believe, the shortest story in this list. However, it does a perfect job depicting Jaime as a character and dissecting all of his flaws and insecurities. I particularly love that the story touches on the book version of his parting with Tyrion.
Catch Me if I Fall by JustAGirl24
I’m starting to think most short stories I love are more than a little sad. This story has a modern setting. It’s angsty but beautifully written. Please heed the warnings before reading. I love that the story doesn’t shy away from describing how a couple copes and manages to get through dark times together.
Spoken to Skin by SandwichesYumYum
This is a Pennytree to Stoneheart one shot. I love how from the very beginning Jaime knows Brienne is lying but his trust in her never waivers. Brienne is quite hurt at this point and Jaime is incredibly soft and tender with her. The tension and intimacy in this piece are superb.
Salt Wife by Lady_in_Red @ladyinredfics
This is a post ADWD story where Jaime is banished to Casterly Rock with the constant threat of Daenerys’s wrath. The story is perfectly paced and structured. It reads like being inside Brienne’s head and the ending (however bittersweet) never fails to make me smile.
Same Old Auld Lang Syne by Lady_in_Red @ladyinredfics
I said it in the long fic rec, but I’ll repeat it here: Lady_in_Red is a true MVP. This story has a modern setting. After a very volatile relationship with Jaime, Brienne seeks stability with Hyle. This story explores where Brienne is almost six years later in a beautiful, heart-wrecking manner. Also, the short glimpses of songwriter!Jaime are to die for.
A Love Song by ozmissage
This one is very angsty. We are in Jaime’s head as Brienne suffers from amnesia. It’s amazing how even with her lack of memories ozmissage’s Brienne feels so in character. This is a very original, moving story. Each sentence hits right in the feels.
the battlefield between us (isn't here tonight) and no war is enough (to keep me from you) by robotsdance
This is late Season 7/Season 8 Secret Marriage AU. It is incredibly romantic and written in the most beautiful style. I’m so on board with this version of events. The wedding could not be more fitting for Jaime and Brienne. Jaime and Brienne being already married in the dragon pit scene? Yes, please. And the knighting scene is absolutely breathtaking. I love that Jaime's feelings for Brienne shine from start to finish.
once it ends (so it begins) by nubbins_for_all
This is probably a post S8E3 story. It is a great exploration of both Jamie/Brienne as a couple and Brienne and Sansa’s friendship. Brienne has to open up and manage to put her feelings into words in order to be there for Sansa. Every little scene between Jaime and Brienne serves a purpose and is beautifully written. The dialogue in this is honest, teasing and funny and it’s a joy to get to see Brienne learn to verbalize her wants and needs and feelings.
Madness by RoseHeart
This is a Quiet Isle story. It has almost every Jaime I love: worried/caring!Jaime, jealous!Jaime, and exasperated-because-Brienne-doesn’t-see-how-much-he-loves-her!Jaime. The story is very indulging and filled with every trope and post-ADWD hope of any Braime shipper but it is beautifully executed.
A Keeping of Oaths by lodessa @lodessa
This is a Season 8 fix-it. This story gives a much more satisfying ending for almost every character. It’s fluffy and hot and funny but still manages to realistically explore Jaime’s feelings of unworthiness. It has some great Bronn, Aunt Genna, Daenerys and Jorah appearances.
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Morning Blues And Morning Brews
(Inspired by this https://drawbauchery.tumblr.com/post/188805733692 and this https://drawbauchery.tumblr.com/post/188823790082 !! )
(fic by cartoons-tothemoon!)
Private had come to the realization that Skipper seemed to be really going through it as of late.
Private didn’t know how to define this “it” in question, but it definitely seemed to be something.
Skipper always seemed worried.
Not in a nervous or tetchy way, just in a serious, paranoid, grumpy way that made it feel like he had been serious, paranoid, and grumpy for a while now.
In Skipper’s mind, home base might as well have been on fire every day for the past year, as he treated it with a simultaneous level of worry and apprehension, but also the same banality that came with things that were mundane. Like, yeah, their HQ was on fire, but he also lost his favorite mug, and he thinks he just saw Rico whistling inconspicuously earlier, so, what was he supposed to do?
Honestly? Private could understand it.
Although he knew he wore every emotion he had ever felt and will ever feel on his sleeve, he understands the sort of day-to-day crisis thing he has going on.
Private’s surprised he’s lived this long as is. He doesn’t even mean it in a morbid way, what with how often they’re dealing with criminal overlords and military-grade weaponry, more like, “top 3 colleges? I thought I’d be dead in the back of a truck by now.” Now he has to deal with military-grade weaponry AND the fact that he never got into med school, which, by all things considered, he thinks he’s dealing with just fine.
Skipper clearly isn’t, though. Though at this point, it’s less of a problem per say, and more of a quirk of his personality, like the way Kowalski never got over Doris the Dolphin, or the fact that nobody can make eye contact with Mort. It’s just the way things are. It’s a trait. An aspect. A quirk.
Still, just because HQ might be on fire all the time, is it wrong of Private to try to smother those flames every once in a while?
Not completely, of course. That’d never happen. Not without therapy, at least, but, is it so wrong to try to help Skipper take the edge off?
Is it so wrong to try to help a friend?
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Skipper hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. That seemed obvious since when he wasn’t sequestering himself in his quarters, he’d been giving death glares to anyone’s gaze who dare reached his eye.
He must’ve been working late, god knows Savio loves to keep his rings of debauchery on the move, and Private swore he heard Skipper say that they were “this” close to finding one of the more notorious ones that had settled in their home state of New York for the time being to dispatch a new drug, and Skipper was determined to stamp them out.
Of course, it could never be that simple. How could it be? Their arrogance proceeded them.
Skipper, specifically. He was always into bearing that cross, not that it ever did the team any favors.
“What’s wrong with Skippa? Is he sick? Should I call Dr. Mankowitz?” Private whispered from outside the kitchen’s entrance, all the men at least a little cautious when it came to dealing with the beast that was an angry Skipper.
“No, he just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” That much was obvious, and Kowalski almost felt put upon to answer the question at all, but, it was easier than laying into anyone. He’s sure Skipper would do that later anyhow. “Come on, sir. We’ve got work today.”
Maybe it was the blasé way he said it, maybe it was because the statement itself insinuated he didn’t complete the task he had set out to do, but nonetheless, Kowalski received a death glare that would send lesser men into a fright. And Kowalski, in this instance at least, was a lesser man as he ran for the hills. Or, at least the corner.
Private had no such predilections. No such fears.
Private had a strategy.
Private approached Skipper with a small glare on his face, but it too soon softened as it had the tendency to do, as he talked calmly and quietly, placing a small hand on his shoulder. Honey is sweeter than vinegar, after all.
“Hey…let’s take a moment and go have breakfast, okay?”
Skipper regarded him with almost a soft suspicion at first, like he was considering his options, but soon relented, almost joyously.
“Okay.”
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After that, Private set up a brew, and things seemed to go significantly smoother after that, though the two were still alone in the kitchen. Rico was probably checking up on his royal highness, and Kowalski had probably been frightened off after his first brush-up with death that morning.
Not to knock Kowalski, of course. Private knew that he was probably trying to do him a favor. It was just a weird way to do it.
Nonetheless, it’s not like Private minded. Weird had become normal, and normal in kind had become weird. It was normal for Skipper to be chopping up fish for his coffee, and it was weird the fact that the two were talking quietly as he did so, about absolutely nothing at all. The two seemed so intertwined that no social convention seemed to stick.
Like Private sitting in Skipper’s lap, that was weird AND normal, even for the two of them.
“D-Dude, you okay?” Rico asked, chuckling a little to himself as he came in the kitchen for an energy drink and whatever fruity concoction Julien had left in the fridge.
“MM-HMM.” Skipper said, gritting his teeth and trying to shoot the same daggers that took out our dear Kowalski, but the ruffled, blushing look that came with having Private in his lap weakened its effects.
Rico snickered, but left it all alone. He went through all this too, the least he could do was give them the fifteen minutes of dignity they deserved before finding a love song on Julien’s playlist to blast. And besides, they had a bed and breakfast to get to.
Skipper rolled his eyes as he watched Rico leave. Was he really going to say something about it? Private was easily the most clingy of the group. Whether he was hugging Kowalski or cuddling on movie nights with Julien, he was at the very least the most tactile. He didn’t have Private in his lap because he //WANTED// to, it’s just that the kid needs a hug every now and again. Even Rico gets his time in when he’s not being actively horny on main, so he shouldn’t talk.
However, considering all those factors, this shouldn’t be weird for Skipper at all. This was normal for Private, and this seemed normal to the rest of the men as well, so why fret? Why did he have to justify simple hugs and handholds when Kowalski and Rico were fine with kissing and cuddling?
Maybe it’s because all it was was handholding and hugging and pecks before. Maybe it was because everyone had treated it as natural. If they felt the same as he had, he doubts he’d consider himself abnormal in this regard. Of course, maybe…
Maybe, at the end of the day, it was because Private saw him frowning, and gave him a smile in kind. He was the one who had lifted his spirits, he was the one who spoke with him about inanities like popcorn and lunacorns when Kowalski would’ve immediately begun planning their latest mission. He was a rock of sorts. He’d be there when Skipper swam too far out to sea, and Skipper would stay with him when the waves bore too hard on him. They were there for each other, and not just in battle, but in every other aspect of life.
“When we’re done with breakfast, do you wanna take a nap?” Private asked. “Kowalski said he thinks he could pinpoint the location of Savio’s new drug ring on his own, but it’d take him the next three hours, so we’d have a bit of free time.”
Skipper choked a little on his coffee, but made a quick recovery. “No, no, it’s quite alright, I can-“
“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. You haven’t gotten a full night’s rest in the past 6 days, and we need you at the top of your game if you’re going to take out that snake’s goons tonight.”
“So this is less of a “want” and more of an “or else” kind of thing.” Skipper said slowly.
“Yeah, kind of.”
“This assertiveness training has been “kind of” paying off.”
“Thanks!” Private said proudly, flashing a little smile as he hopped off Skipper’s lap. Skipper made way to dump his mug in the sink as Private seemed to follow him. “I mean, all we need to do is find Savio’s drug den, right? Then you can rest easy again!”
Oh.
The bitter taste of truth tastes so much like black coffee that Skipper had to bite his tongue.
Skipper hadn’t gotten 5 hours of sleep across the past 6 days.
He found Savio’s hideout two days ago.
(Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Fun fact, if Skipper makes a deeply worried expression one (1) time, I will stare at it until I can formulate 1600 words worth of his thought process. I’m sorry for not really including the other asks in between the two mentioned at the top, there wasn’t really a way for them to answer these questions in the story-verse, if that’s what we’re calling it.)
#cartoons-tothemoon#submission#fics#pom#this freakinnn#made me wanna draw fanart#but then i remembered it was based on my art?#and i realized i might look silly nfsaklnds#but seriously that section#where skip's just like#thinking about how perfect they are for each other#thanks for describing EXACTLY why i ship it THANK you#private's the emotional protection and skip's the physical protection#i know i might have......a slight hand in making it this way#but this makes it even more frustrating that they can't get together sdkfn#god who's in charge#ALSO again i love how you write kowalski#the lesser man#i'm so for making this a story verse i'm in love#tags don't have enough room for me to gush
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☕ real boy
a playlist for @stevenrcgers link to playlist: here tracklist and favorite lyrics below
1. blood, sweat and tears - bts Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet Chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings But your wings are wings of the devil In front of your sweet is bitter bitter 2. brainchild - everything everything A good thing Now you think about it, don't you make it real? The bad thing, maybe it's a feeling I don't want to feel But love is all you need to know But love is all you need to know
3. dumb dumb - red velvet
Like a mannequin Everything is so awkward I should just act like I do normally But whenever I see you, I act so stupid Like my little brother’s robot Everything is so awkward What do I do? I think I’m broken I forgot even how to breathe 4. the zombie song - stephanie mabey And I'd try not to bite and infect you because I'd respect you too much And that's why I'd wait until we got married Oh, and our happiest days would be spent Picking off all your friends and they'd see A love this deep won't stay buried
5. real boy - lola blanc Every time we touch your hands are colder, colder There's no beating coming from your wooden chest Frozen grin, a mannequin When I get closer I can see the strings there underneath your vest 6. who do you want to be ? - oingo boingo Who do you want to be today? Who do you want to be? I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk I might just be a fashion star all dressed in frilly rags Or perhaps, I'll cross the other side and walk around in drag! 7. under my skin - jukebox the ghost I can fit two people under my skin Yeah, I can fit two people under my skin And I will prove it if you will listen You crawled up in there, you joined me within I can feel your heart beating under my skin And the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within 8. mr. capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer's prosopagnosia - will wood and the tapeworms Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter. You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught! Dead in your own skin, but you didn’t choose what you were born in! And another man in your repertoire, ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs Still the same rules apply from the birthday to the mourning What you feel and what you do; are those things really you? And if not, then what is? 9. breaking out - the protomen If you can hear my voice outside these walls (If you can hear me) If you can hear me sending out this message tonight Then break the silence, send a signal back (If you can hear me) I'm coming, all I need is a little guiding light...
10. roaring 20s - panic at the disco Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid Designer me up in straight jackets My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest Cut me a silk-tied tourniquet This is my roaring, roaring 20's 11. evelyn evelyn - evelyn evelyn We grew up closer than most Closer than anything, closer than anything Shared our bed and wore the same clothes Talked about everything, spoke about so many things 12. looking glass - the birthday massacre A boyish notion of false emotion These words are spoken despite my love A fool's devotion was set in motion My eyes are open now
13. play dead - the birthday massacre Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme To those of us who've never tried To find a face behind our lipstick smiles And as our pretty faces die Our broken hearts will wonder why The makeup just won't hide the scars of time 14. lets fall in love - mother mother There's a game in the world A little bit of cat and mouse With the boys and the girls And if I had to ante up I'd bet on the birds 'Cause they don't have to walk around With the boys and the girls 15. o my heart - mother mother And I pour my heart a new foundation But it don't set hard it just stays shaking And I scratch my name I scratch my name in But it don't set hard it gets mixed back in Oh my heart, it's a fish out of water 16. body - mother mother Take my teeth, tear through my cheeks And take the nose go and dispose Oh would you go dispose, just go dispose 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body
17. touch up - mother mother I am a makeover queen A swan out of duckling Ugly duckling you're drowning In makeup (in makeup) My makeup (my makeup) Has washed off 18. roman holiday - nicki minaj Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
19. replicant - they might be giants You've got his eyes Same exact smile All that he has All this will be yours 20. happy days - GHOST Oh, it’s painful My heart is quite a mouthful I’ll tear it out for you I’ll be the sacrifice for you Y’know, things could go exactly how you want it I’d be exactly how you want me Use what’s left of my soiled personality I’m all yours, I’ll do anything 21. girls on film - duran duran 'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair By the hair And she wonders how she ever got here As she goes under again Girls on film (two minutes later) Girls on film Girls on film (got your picture) Girls on film 22. nobody - mitski And I know no one will save me I'm just asking for a kiss Give me one good movie kiss And I'll be alright Nobody, nobody, nobody
23. TT - twice I feel like crying, I don’t feel like myself This isn’t like me at all I love you so much Think I’m all grown up now I’m free to make my own choices, but why Why can’t I have it my way The more I try to push you away The more I’m drawn and attracted to you baby 24. in every dream home a heartache - roxy music Your skin is like vinyl The perfect companion You float my new pool De luxe and delightful Inflatable doll My role is to serve you Disposable darling Can't throw you away now 25. the moss - cosmo sheldrake But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom 26. green - todrick hall Green! Is a way of life And the millions would kill to see their name up in the lights For the green is okay tonight But be careful what you wish Because you might get what you like 27. guy.exe - superfruit Oh I, wish I could synthesize a picture perfect guy Oh I, oh I Six feet tall and super strong, we'd always get along Alright, alright Oh, he'd pick me up at eight and not a minute late Cause I don't like to wait, no Kind and ain't afraid to cry or treat his momma right 28. the dismemberment song - blue da kid Well once upon a time that's where the clock begins And right after the end Well, that's right where the plot thins And I've got no angel to keep me in line! So I'm taking your narrative and I'm making it mine! 29. me!me!me! - teddyloid I’ve worked hard for myself - What have you done for yourself? When you notice the scattered pieces of the mirror You’ll realize I wanted you to notice Is this still going on? Is this still happening? Even though I’d been waiting for you Even though I loved you 30. alone together - fall out boy My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna, yeah I'm outside the door, invite me in So we can go back and play pretend 31. get busy living or get busy dying - fall out boy This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But we never stood a chance And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town 32. hi it’s me - ashnikko When I'm with you I have amnesia, I'm weaker than before My stupid brain thinks that I need you, I'm eager to hurt more My best friend thinks that I'm a dumbass My dumbass should be a little more cautious I slip up, I text you, I forget That you were so so disrespectful 33. i’m poppy - poppy Welcome to the new world, I'm your internet girl Open up and you'll see, everyone is happy I like your technology, can you put it on me? The future is so pretty, we're living in harmony 34. idola no circus - neru Come, let’s dance all night in our naked bodies We know, we know your true nature Again putting on a fake face, You’re just like a pierrot ! It’s time to put a mask, a mask On your unsociable faced 35. shine - casey lee williams But baby, it's time to make up your mind I think that tonight is when our stars align Honey, it's time to leave the doubt behind Take my hand 'cause you and I are gonna shine 36. one thing - casey lee williams I was nowhere, I had no one, I felt nothing Lost without a voice and on my own Then a candle's flame brought a brand new name But now you've stolen everything And I'm all alone 37. sweetest cure - hugo What the hell am I s'posed to be Choose a world over me Sitting pretty in my mess On the phone I can't confess Word's out somehow You're the sweetest cure I never got to tell you 38. bang bang bang bang - sohodolls Teacher says that I've been naughty I must learn to concentrate But the girls they pull my hair And with the boys I can't relate Daddy says I'm good for nothing Mama says that it's from him Manic sister thinks I'm cracking Brother says it's in my genes 39. helpless - phillipa soo One week later I'm writin' a letter nightly Now my life gets better Every letter that you write me I'm helpless! He's mine, that boy is mine! Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit, I'm Helpless! Helpless! Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em 40. lifeboat - laurence o’ keefe Everyone's pushing Everyone's fighting Storms are approaching There's nowhere to hide If I say the wrong thing Or I wear the wrong outfit They'll throw me right over the side 41. chase the morning - sarah brightman In you is a world of promise We have both been kept in bondage But you can learn from all my failures Let your life be your dream Integrity, honesty, its too late for me Don't look back till your free to chase the morning 42. no reason - leslie kritzer Everything, everything happens for a reason Be a beacon of light in the world Put a little "alright" in the world There are spiritual guides above Look up and see 'em Perception is reality Just listen to the melody the universe sings 'Cause everything, everything happens for a reason 43. i love play rehearsal - stephanie hsu I love play rehearsal 'Cause you are equiped with directions and text Life is easy in rehearsal You follow a script so you know what comes next Anywho, the point that I'm getting to Is sometimes life can't work out in the way It works out in the play 44. your song - elton john And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world 45. the party goes with you - lindsay mendez And when we're dancing nose to nose Darling do you suppose, darling do you suppose This party could be just us two, and I your wife? Oh, oh, the gayest party, sad but true It's true The party goes with you The party goes with you 46. half jack - dresden dolls It's half biology and half corrective surgery gone wrong You'll notice something funny if you hang around here for too Long ago in some black hole before they had these pills to take it back I'm half Jill and half Jack 47. the secret - pierces Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear, this one you'll save Better lock it in your pocket Takin' this one to the grave If I show you, then I know you Won't tell what I said 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is dead 48. connect - claris My heart awakes in order to depict the future Even if I come to a halt on a tough road The beautiful blue sky always waits for me Therefore I'm not afraid I won't be disheartened anymore no matter what happens 49. simple and clean - hikaru utada Hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before 50. mountains - message to bears And we could run away Before the light of day You know we always could The mountains say, the mountains say And we could run away Before the light of day You know we always could The mountains say, the mountains say
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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 . . . 𝐮𝐡 , 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃? a collection of songs for all the folks who’ve had the misfortune of meeting elena taliesin.
i. PRAY , kodaline / for her parents ii. ALL WILL BE WELL , gabe dixon / for her mentor iii. IT WASN’T EASY TO BE HAPPY FOR YOU , the lumineers / for her ex iv. MONEY POWER GLORY , lana del rey / for her patrons v. WOLVES ( YOU GOT ME ) , dreamers / for her mistake vi. WITH ME ALL ALONG , bronze radio return / for her friends in low places vii. DON’T TAKE THE MONEY , bleachers / for her weakness bonus track. MONEY MONEY MONEY , abba / the song constantly playing in elena’s head
peek under the cut for a more in depth look at the lyrics and wanted connections !!
i. FOR HER PARENTS / how many nights do you lie dreaming? i’m counting the days since you went away. when i lost my heart , life lost all meaning. what i would give to see you again . . . i’ll pray for you. do you pray for me?
her parents are cloaked in childhood memories. what elena knew of them was from before she was sent to train for her kingdom , and that information comes in flashes. her father was a hard worker , tending to his land religiously , but he cared more for his flower garden than his vegetables. when his roses bloomed , he was always sure to cut a few for elena’s mother. she would blush every time he presented the flowers to her , even if he had done it every year of their marriage. her mother was clever and intelligent , a scholar to her core. elena remembers her mother’s voice whispering fairytales as elena drifted to sleep. she never learned how a farmer and a scholar married , but her parents did. elena clings to her memories in which her parents are basked in light because the family she returned to after training was not the one she remembered. they sent her in a hurry , thus elena never met them for who they were and she fears it is too late to change that.
ii. FOR HER MENTOR / the winter’s cold , but the snow still lightly settles on the trees. and a mess is still a moment i can seize until i know that all will be well. even though sometimes this is hard to tell , and the fine is just as frustrating as hell , all will be well.
ever present in her life , elena has known them since she was a child. while she has grown and endured , they were there , never leaving her side. she feels an allegiance to them that very few people earn from her. they rescued her from acacia , helping her flee from debt collectors and build a life in aura. they pushed her to study music , folk tales , and history — even teaching her when she made the decision to become a bard. they are her home , the last piece of her family she has left. and they keep her grounded when things feel like they are falling apart at the seams. ( open )
iii. FOR HER EX / on the last time we met , your love was there. you held my hand , bit your tongue , shut me out , spilled my blood all around. yeah , it wasn’t easy to be happy for you. yeah , i took the poison praying you’d feel it too. you held your punches back and i left the room. yeah , it wasn’t easy to be happy for you.
maybe a part of it was real , in between the conspiratorial smiles and absentminded touches. but for elena , she swore up and down she was just playing the game. her patron was all too eager to fall for her tricks. they offered her the world , how was she to say no? it was easy for her to pretend , to flirt and dote on one of her first benefactors. lies fell from elena’s lips and neither of them batted an eye , allowing her to weave a fantasy , all the while lining her pockets with the other’s wealth. she waited until another opportunity was just around the corner and then she disappeared. elena left nothing for the other person , except for a vague note. she hoped it would be enough. alas , it seems they found her again , bitterness painting their memories of her — the fantasy has unraveled in their mind. they want retribution , to pull the same tricks she played on them , to hurt her like she hurt them. ( open )
iv. FOR HER PATRONS / you talk lots about god. freedom comes from the call. but that’s not what this bitch wants , not what i want at all. i want money and all your power , all your glory. hallelujah , i wanna take you for all that you got.
sweet melodies and sweeter words have begun to earn elena a slew of high class patrons. in them , she sees the way to a bright future where she has saved her family and home , all while dripping in beautiful jewels. they are the key to the power and wealth she is all too desperate to call her own. by playing the game right , she can manipulate them to twist themselves around her finger. there is little she won’t do to have the attention of the most powerful and wealthy. ( more are always welcome! )
v. FOR HER MISTAKE / still i chase you down , couldn’t keep away. fever’s coming now. i want the high again. you got me brainwashed , you got me so lost , you got me fucked up like you.
they belong in the past , a remnant of the girl who died to be reborn as the siren. when she thinks of them she remembers a loaf of bread shared between the two of them , offering up secrets without realizing how dangerous it was , and a hand covering her own — anchoring her. then something better came along , elena was offered a chance she could not say no to. she said goodbye to her first love , trading them in for riches and comfort. she thought they would stay in their own worlds , never to cross paths again. elena refused to imagine a world where she could have them next to her in her new life that she forged from nothing. but then , they were there again . . . and elena couldn’t stay away. since reuniting , she has said over and over again they can’t pretend they’re teenagers playing at romance. still , she goes back to them without fail. elena calls it a mistake and pretends she’s not going to do it again. ( open )
vi. FOR HER FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES / we’ve come a long way since the early days. always had a spot in the escapades and a suitcase for the getaways. and all along you were always down. showed up and you would hang around , singing loud , standing out in every crowd and you’re still here now.
when it was elena and her mentor against the world , she was allowed to take refuge in inns and taverns , sometimes trading a song for a hot plate. those and many other instances of kindness are moments she will never forget. she guards herself against vulnerability , shying away from real relationships with patrons and other performers , but those who opened their doors to her earned a spot in elena’s heart. it is a weakness she will not share , but what she shares with those who have been with her since the beginning is genuine. she softens around them and attempts to shield them from the harsh realities of the four kingdoms. ( always looking for more friends! )
vii. FOR HER WEAKNESS / somebody broke me once , love was a currency. a shimmering balance act , i think i laughed at that. and i saw your face and hands , colored in sun and then . . . i think i understand. will i understand?
they came out of nowhere , just another patron who elena could swindle out of a pretty coin and walk away from. until . . . they weren’t just another anything. they are something new and scary. elena feels a bitterness towards herself for the way she acts like a fool around them , often bumbling and speechless — two things she is unfamiliar with. the symptoms of blossoming feelings confuse her ; a constricting chest , butterflies fluttering in her stomach , pouring over the exchanges between them late into the night — it is almost too much , still , elena refuses to leave them. she continues to offer her services , performing at their parties and events all to be close to them . . . ridiculous. what hurts the most is elena’s quiet fear that they are doing to her what she does to everyone else. ( open )
#take a shot every time i write money#also upper west side by king princess sums up elena SO WELL#but thats more about her than her relationships#cavalry:task#⌜ ✰ ⌟ *・゚ STUDY . ⤻ 〈 half goddess half hell 〉
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Devil Like Me (Part XI)
(A/N Wow. I am so sorry for my absence, things have been a bit hectic lately but thank you all for your kind words and patience, I also have some exciting news, I am still focusing on DLM don't worry but I’m also going to be writing some blurbs and imagines whilst I write the next chapter. Requests will be open but I have a few in mind first! I also have another series in my head, It’s not like DLM and I hope it will make more sense as I write the first part. I'm sorry this is a short chapter, I just wanted to delve more into their relationship before things get more interesting again! Much Love xoxox)
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"That wasn't so bad was it?"
You tilt to face Jasmine, watching her eyes follow the road as you trawl further away from the town in the distance. You shake your head, eyes blurry from the sun.
After your kiss with Klaus, you returned to the party. You tried your best to appear calm, but your brain was dizzy with euphoria. Ren offered you a small smile as you clambered in from the cold, his eyes quickly darting back to the conversation lingering around him. You settled into a corner, warming your hands on a can of lukewarm beer as you tried to make sense of what had happened.
The rest of the weekend followed similarly, Ren mostly avoided you, but he was still civil and kind whenever you were around - something you were grateful for. You tried your best to get involved in the group's activity, engaging in games of beer pong and poker, it wasn't until the night turned dark and the moon shone through the bay windows that you realised the severity of your situation. Midway through a game of drunken truth or dare you brushed a hand against your swollen lips and couldn't stop the grin spreading across your face.
Holy shit. You had kissed Klaus.
You couldn't control the heat rising to your cheeks, and a knot swelling in the pit of your stomach. Jasmine caught your eye momentarily, quirking a brow but you waved her off, motioning to your beaker of fruity alcohol with a grin.
Even now, as the car thumped along the road, you glanced at your best friend. Watching the ringlets of her hair jolt with every movement, and her green eyes tracing the path ahead you felt awful not being able to tell her the truth. You told each other everything, you had never kept a secret from her, endless sleepovers and whispered giggles meant that she knew you better than you knew yourself. But you couldn't tell her this.
You loved her endlessly, and you didn't want her involved in whatever madness you were getting yourself into, you were far too protective to see her get hurt because of your lust. You were also embarrassed, how could you explain your feelings for this man after what he had done? Insecurity and doubt niggled at your thoughts, and you desperately tried to push them away.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"I'm not staring at you," You defend, rolling your eyes, "I'm staring at that giant love bite on your neck."
"Shit." One of Jasmine's hands rose to the purple bruise on her throat, glancing desperately between you and the road. "How bad is it?"
"Can I please be there when your dad gets home?"
"Shut up!" She laughs, as you throw your head back, "Its OK. I'll just cover it with concealer and if he asks I'll just say I got hit by a tennis ball or fell down the stairs or something."
You chuckle, rubbing your thumb across the blue mark as she winced dramatically, "Yeah - I'm sure your dad will believe you fell right onto your neck."
You both fall back into a comfortable silence as you drive forward, you begin to take in the sights as the car trails the familiar route back to normality.
"Home sweet home." Jasmine murmurs as you pass the rustic city sign welcoming you back. The car bumps over a pothole and jolts forward making you both laugh. You cross the border back into town and immediately settle when you see the distinctive sights of your hometown. You sigh and lean back, despite everything you were glad to be back to your usual routine, hopefully, it would bring back some structure as you tried to figure out your next moves with Klaus.
Little did you know that the second you passed back into the little town, sights and sounds enveloping you back into normality, your life would change forever.
Now
You rest with your head in your hands as you try to come to terms with what Bonnie had just told you. You felt heat rising in your throat, Damon was planning on waking Mikael. You couldn't control the anger bubbling inside you, you understood better than most that Klaus was unruly and violent at the best of times, but he had no idea what he was getting into awaking that kind of evil.
Klaus was not a weak man. He had spent centuries building an empire and protecting those he cared about most. He had killed in cold blood, torn beating hearts straight from chests and mutilated and murdered thousands so that he would always remain King.
The only time you had ever seen him vulnerable was when he spoke about his father. Bile rose to the back of your throat as you thought that, father was not a word ever to be associated with that man, father implied someone who cared and loved for his child, Mikael was none of those things. The first time he ever told you about him, he spoke quietly, his voice resembling a child as he said all the atrocities his 'father' committed.
That was the night you realised you were in deep, tracing the tattoos adorning his skin as you listened as he described the horrors he endured at the hands of this man. You couldn't believe he was entrusting you with his deepest secrets and fears and your heart began to swell at his exposure.
That was the night, as you both opened up to one another, a dopey kind of sensation engulfed you. You realised as you sank into those starry blue eyes, if he asked you to follow him to the end of the earth, you would without hesitation.
You attempt to pull yourself together and rise to your feet, thinking back to your previous conversation with Bonnie. She told you through rushed uneasy words that Damon was enlisting the help of another witch to help him awake Mikael after she had aptly refused. You were beyond grateful that she trusted you enough to tell you this, but you knew it came with a price. In exchange for help against Damon, you would have to stop Klaus' plan against Elena.
A voice disrupts you from your thoughts, and you trail cautiously down the staircase, taking refuge on the top step. You peer through the gaps in the railing, watching as a few figures file into the drawing room.
You watch as Klaus settles into a chair, running a hand through his messy hair. He waves a hand to dismiss a few of his minions, they eagerly comply and shuffle away, but one brave soul stays.
"Klaus," The timid voice begins, "Maybe it'll work next time, I mean - "
"Fuck off."
The young boy blushes crimson and slinks away as Klaus downs a glass of whisky. Something must have happened; his brows are furrowed, small creases at the top of his forehead mirroring his pursed lips.
You gently pace down the staircase, surprised that he hasn't noticed your presence, too busy sulking in his head.
"Not interrupting am I?"
His head snaps up, a small smirk twitching at the edge of his lips as his eyes trace your face momentarily. He gestures to the seat opposite him, and you slide in, clearing your throat as the room descends back into silence.
"It's late."
"No rest for the wicked love."
You fight the urge to roll your eyes as he traces the rim of his glass, watching you intently. It makes you feel hot and embarrassed, and you try your best to not squirm under his gaze.
"I need a drink."
He quirks a brow, following you as you make your way to the row of bottles adorning a table and you grimace as you trace your fingertips over the containers of thick, creamy, alcohol.
"Sorry we don't have anything sweeter," He comments from the background, and you chuckle sarcastically, reaching for a bottle of bourbon and cautiously filling a glass. You sigh as you settle into a chair, taking a swig and wincing as it burns the back of your throat. Klaus snorts, and you exhale, thinking of the best way to approach him.
"What were you talking about?"
He glances at you, sitting back in his chair as if trying to work out your angle.
"Nothing that concerns you." He quips, taking a sip of his drink.
"Well considering what happened the other day, I think we both know it does."
You notice his jaw momentarily clench as you remind him of the kidnapping, but he falters immediately and returns to his casual stance. His ease frustrates you, and the slight high of the alcohol encourages you to speak up.
"I know it has something to do with Elena - and the moonstone."
He nods and shrugs, unimpressed with your attempt.
"You want to break the curse? Why?" He stays silent, and you sigh, "Klaus." You prompt, trying to encourage him to open up, but it just falls on deaf ears.
You shake your head and fall backwards in defeat, but one word is bubbling in your brain. "Hybrids." You say quietly, watching as he nonchalantly takes a swig of his bitter drink. You immediately know you're right, your mind flits back to something Klaus had mentioned, something about him being able to sire a whole new subspecies.
"Jesus." You mutter, rubbing a palm over your forehead. "So that's why that girl is involved? All so you can create some more minions?" You know your tone is bitter, but you can't help it, a mix of emotions and the strength of the alcohol is clouding your judgement.
"Don't act so surprised love, you know better than anyone who you're dealing with."
"I don't care about her, " You say honestly, not able to stop the words from flowing from your pursed lips. "I care about you. What if something bad happens?"
He pauses, his eyes are searching your face briefly, you can see something swimming in the pools of his eyes, but he blinks it away before you can put your finger on it.
"It won't." He says simply, his tone softer than before, it offers some familiar comfort, but only momentarily.
"Klaus I know you think you're invincible -"
"I am." He chuckles, giving you a pointed look.
Your heart clenches in your ribs, your entire body aches at the fact that you know Damon is attempting to awaken Mikael. Fury is flowing through your veins, you cannot let it happen. You won't.
"So what's the plan then? How can I help?"
"Plan? You think I'd let you get involved in this?"
"Yes. We used to be a good team."
He scoffs and glances at you incredulously, "You're bloody delusional."
"That's rather rich coming from you."
The room falls silent again. It's strange being in this situation, neither of you dares to mention the kiss you shared and both of you are too full of pride to admit your feelings, but you'll be damned if you'll let Klaus go through this alone.
You rise to your feet and stride towards the fireplace, you wring your hands together as you hear him spin around to face you.
"I mean it, Klaus." Your voice is quiet as he paces towards you cautiously, you keep your eyes on the rosary beads dangling from his neck, hoping they'll be enough to distract you from spilling everything. "Please be careful."
He nods, accepting your plea. He's still wary though; there are so many unspoken words between you desperate to fill the gaps. You take a chance, inhaling the thick air as you dare to make your eyes meet his. "I don't think you should hurt her - Elena. She seems innocent Klaus; it's not worth it."
He scoffs immediately, recoiling from your sight. "Innocent? Hardly."
"Klaus," You begin, taking a careful step towards him, evening your tone. "Whatever they've done, it's not worth it." You repeat, " Klaus, please."
He stands taller, making himself the most noticeable thing in the room, you can tell he's frustrated, you could always read him like a book. "I should take my time with each of them, rip the heads off their shoulders and bathe in their blood. That would be a treat compared to what they deserve after that stunt they pulled with you."
You shake your head and turn to him, "No. You don't get to hurt them because of me. They made a mistake, that was it."
"Don't be so bloody naive." He spits, you can see the veins bursting beneath the pale surface of his skin. His eyes are full of fire, and it makes you stand your ground further. "Damon would kill you in an instant; he doesn't give a fuck about anyone but Elena. Don't you get that?"
"I do. But I'm asking you to stop. Jesus Christ! Will you listen to me for once?" You try to level yourself as you run a sweaty palm through your hairline, letting out an exasperated snarl at your current argument. "When did we get like this Klaus? What happened to us?"
He falters, his eyes are murky as they meet yours. He's struggling to control his breathing, his hands clasped tight around his glass, any harder and it'll snap into shards around you. You direct your attention to the painting adorning the wall, it's of a thunderstorm, dark and dominating, engulfing everything in its path. A specific memory springs to mind.
"Remember that time when we thought it would be a good idea to drive to Niagra Falls?" You pause, gauging for his reaction, he stays rigid so you continue. "We got about halfway there until we got stuck in that giant storm, the car practically came off the road. And we tried to stop somewhere, but all the roads where closed, so we had to sprint through the rain until we came across that crappy motel? The one with the stained carpet? I'm still convinced that was blood."
"It was your idea." He speaks slowly, not looking at you, you tilt your head and he continues. "To go to Niagra, I wanted to take you to Rome, but you were so bloody stubborn."
You snort, "At least I'm not the one who was convinced he could challenge the weather, even the almighty Klaus has to admit defeat to a natural disaster." You tease.
You both smile at the memory, the air changing between you both. You swallow your pride and decide to tell him the truth, you can't keep hiding behind a mask.
"I hope one day you can forgive me for leaving. It.." You struggle with the words, chewing them in your mouth, willing yourself to not burst into tears. "It wasn't fair. I was scared, and, I'm sorry."
You blink up at him, scuffing your shoes against the ash covered fireplace. He's not facing you, his eyes are trained elsewhere and you nod inwardly, biting back the hot tears desperate to spill. It might take time, but you can wait, you always will, for him.
"Goodnight Klaus." You mutter, placing down your drink and treading towards the door, eager to crawl back into the comfort of your bed.
"I will always forgive you." Its quiet, but it makes you stop immediately, you turn to face him, but he's still looking elsewhere.
"I wanted to hurt you. When you left, I wanted to get revenge. Make you feel the way I did."
You swallow the lump in your throat. "Do you still want that?"
"No." It's simple and quick, and he leaves as soon as the words slip from his lips. You stay still, following his silhouette trailing through the hallway until it disappears behind a closed door, leaving you gasping for breath.
#klaus mikaelson#the originals#the vampire diaries#tvd imagine#the originals imagine#klaus imagine#klaus mikealson imagine#klaus blurb#klaus fic
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no sweetness | preview
☇ “It’s funny because you remind me exactly of this drink I made last night. Yeah, yeah, it was the black tea with boba. Bitter, with tiny balls.”
➣ pairing: reader x jungkook
➣ genre: fluff, comedy, bobarista!reader, lacrosseplayer!jungkook, e2l!au lmaosooo
➣ word count: 2.1k
➣ a/n: just poppin’ in here as your reminder to support small businesses and also if anyone would like to make my design title header graphic thing for this story, that’d be greatly appreciated bc i’m lazy lmao
➣ summary: jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that she’s just as sweet as she made his milk tea order— not sweet.
Jeon Jungkook is absolutely whipped as cream.
Why, you may ask?
His favorite boba shop at the very edge of the outskirt of town hired a new bobarista, and her name—supposedly— being ___. Jungkook made it a mental note to ask for it when he goes into Pleasantea with his friends, but word goes around and it out of the many words there are in the world, it's her name that catches his ear.
It is no doubt that Jeon Jungkook comes off as a flirt to every living species he encounters, but seeing that the new bobarista wasn't as happily taking it in as most people would, he was shocked that someone didn't have much interest into him. Sure, call him egotistical, but he was captain of the lacrosse team and he was pretty damn good at almost— well, everything.
The first time he goes into Pleasantea after hearing the news of a new duckling in training was after another win that Friday night. He's there with his group of friends, raiding the popular boba place with cheers while greeting the familiar workers behind the bar.
On Friday nights, it's Luna, Dahlia, and Jihyo working the closing shift, making the drinks and providing impeccable service, especially to the rowdy group of college students that come in almost every Friday to hangout or just to celebrate. Luna's pretty good with taming them down, especially when other customers are there. Dahlia likes to yell at them— she likes to yell at people in general. And Jihyo nurtures them like babies.
They've gotten close to Jungkook as Luna happened to be in his communications class first semester. He recognized her first, but Luna, being oblivious in all ranges of settings, faked a recognization of his name and face, and gave him a discount anyways. Because of this tiny occurrence, Jungkook came back, then with friends, and eventually with his whole lacrosse team to support the business.
"I'm guessing another win, Team Captain?" Jihyo rhetorically yelled over the cheering voices towards Jungkook who followed behind the group with a smirk. Her doe eyes peeks over the bar where her height was significant from the taller men on the other side, eyebrows raised and awaiting for the cocky response Jungkook can muster.
"What can I say?" Jungkook laughed sonorously, followed by a few encouraging and prideful pats on the shoulder from his teammates. "Wouldn't show up tonight with the boys if I didn't make that winning shot."
Rolling her eyes at the sound of the booming, testosterone-filled voices of his teammates and his vibrant ego, Jihyo scoffed away to work on other orders that Luna and Dahlia were speedily making before Jungkook's teammates and good friends come up to him, ready to order their drinks.
"What should I get?" Yoongi asked Jungkook, eyes scanning the menu of different drinks.
"Dunno. Get the usual," Jungkook advised, crossing his arms over his chest as he pondered what he should get too. "Your matcha milk tea with boba."
"Aight," Yoongi nods before he paused. The pause wasn't obvious enough for Jungkook to look his way, until Yoongi went ahead and nudged Jungkook, taking his complete attention away from the menu. "New worker."
"Hi, welcome!" That odd cheery voice didn't seem to come from the usual cashier he knew as Luna, nor Dahlia, throwing him off a bit. He does a double take behind the counter, finding a girl hurriedly filling a cup up with boba before she's running to the cashier, doe-like eyes widening in surprise at how many people she has to take orders of.
Her eyes catch Jungkook's, and it immediately clicked in his head that the word circling about the new Pleasantea worker were true. Pretty much all of them were aware, but it didn't seem to catch their attention as much as it caught his. Maybe it's the unfamiliarity of having someone foreign in a place he likes to call a second home. Maybe it's the odd satisfaction of meeting the so-called bobarista who's name somehow runs laps around his brain. Really, he was merely curious.
"What can I get you guys?" She asked with a warm smile. Jungkook's worked at a retail shop before, and he can tell good customer service apart from just a single sentence.
Jungkook peered over at the boys, watching Yoongi motioning at the others to go order, but seeing that they were also too busy eye-goggling the new girl behind the counter out of curiosity, Yoongi let out a sigh and ordered first. A smile bursted on the new girl's face when she's nodding to Yoongi's order. Her eyebrows furrowed as she works the register all before Yoongi whipped out his trusty credit card and does the procedural routine of inserting the card, tipping, signing, and saying "no thanks" to the receipt, dropping in a spare dollar or two into their "college funds" tip jar.
The boys filed in line after they've decided on what they wanted that night all while Jungkook started to overthink what he wanted to get.
Jungkook likes to change up his drink from time to time. After practices, he'd like something more refreshing to quickly chug down. After later practices, he'd get something more caffeinated to keep him awake for a night full of assignments. After games, it depends on the outcome of the prior— losing, he wouldn't order anything. Winning, however, he likes Pleasantea bobaristas to choose for him.
It's a good thing they won tonight.
When the line of his teammates dispersed and they all maneuvered into the back where their usual spot was, Jungkook realized it was his turn already. He didn't notice that he let all the boys go in front of him on purpose and he was the last of the group to order. However, he does take mental note of how New Girl keeps up a good face after each customer, something that Dahlia lacks because each customer removes a layer of her niceness as they come and go.
Jungkook slides closer to the register, his eyes never leaving hers as her own form into crescents— a silent, but welcoming greeting.
"Hi, what can I get for you?"
His lips forms a smile to hear her voice clear as day. "Do you think you can surprise me?"
The favor evidently takes her by surprise before she lets out a laugh, nodding. "Yeah, I can. Is there anything you're craving specifically?"
"Nope," he shakes his head. "You new?"
She smiles in return. "Yeah. Yesterday was my first day. Still getting a hang of it."
"You got a favorite drink..." Jungkook dragged out his sentence to look at her name badge, realizing that her name really was what he has been told. "___?"
The bobarista hums in thought before she lazily shrugs. "I haven't had many drinks, yet, but I really like the plain milk tea."
"I'll just get that then. Large, boba, light ice."
She nods as she puts it into the register as Jungkook patted his black jeans, searching his pockets for his wallet. In his head, he's pondering about the amount of tips to tip her.
"Sweetness level?"
Jungkook, without even processing he's said it, goes, "you." It takes him by surprise just as much as it took her, but he decides to roll with it. He even mentally pats himself, because damn, that was pretty smooth of him. He noticed that her fingers paused in tapping on the pad, just before meeting his expression consisting of a (douchebag) smirk and kind eyes. She raised her eyebrows before letting out a light chuckle, shaking her head.
"Cute," is all she said before placing the order and directing him to insert his card. As Jungkook mentally fist bumps himself, he decided to tip her the ten dollar bill laying in his wallet into the tip jar, before she glanced up at him with crescent eyes once more. "Your order will be ready at the other end of the counter."
As Jungkook thanked her, he lingered for a bit as she disappeared behind the bar where she met the three other girls shuffling around to finish the end of the night shift with dozens of customers waiting inside and outside. He shoved his wallet into the back of his pocket as he met up with the boys who took up the entire back of the shop where a long table basically welcomed them with open arms.
"What you get this time, Captain?" Jaehyun made a single nod towards Jungkook.
"Just their milk tea," Jungkook responded.
Jungkook has had the plain milk tea before. It's what Pleasantea was known for. It's their signature drink. A roasted flavor with just the right amount of sweetness with just 75% sugar. However, responding with reference to her as a sweetness, it might be a bit sweeter with just 100%. But it doesn't matter. He managed to get a "cute" from the new bobarista at Pleasantea and he intends to share it with his lacrosse team.
"New worker called me cute."
Jaehyun let out a snort, while Yoongi excitedly leaned in to add onto the list of other cringe-worthy pickup lines Jungkook says to girls. "Did you make another boba pick-up line? Remember when you tried to flirt with Dahlia but ended up only getting roasted by her?"
"Yeah, well, ___ called me cute. She just asked how sweet I wanted my drink to be," he explained. "I answered back with, 'you'."
It's the shove and nudge coming from both directions and the bursted balloon that held crazy laughter coming from not only Jaehyung, but Yoongi and Jaemin who listened to the terrible conversation they were most grateful to not have witnessed first hand. Jungkook grinned widely, pushing off his teammates who were disgusted by such a revolting experience.
"God, you are terrible," Yoongi covered his face with his hands, hiding from sheer embarrassment as Jungkook chuckled broadly. "I hope she spits in your drink because that was god awful."
"She thought it was cute, actually," Jungkook tooted his own horn— something he loved doing. Cocky isn't a pleasant trait on him, but he somehow makes it work.
Jaemin shook his head in mild distaste. "Man, get the fuck out of here."
."Boys!"
The familiar sound of Jihyo calling out a broad name as an endearment to the only boys that she has a love and hate relationship with catches the lacrosse teams' ears, having them get up in excitement. Half of the table decides to go while the other half stays and saves the spot, wanting to spend about half an hour there to settle.
It takes them a minute or two to have all of them come back with max two drinks in hand and while half of the boys passed out the variety of drinks to the others who saved their spot, Jungkook scrolls through his phone as Jaemin places his drink in front of him, a straw on top. Like second nature, Jungkook grabs the straw and stabs the plastic wrap, his jaw preparing to chew the sweet goodness of tapioca pearls.
However, it's not that that he was anticipating prior that made him furrow his eyebrows at the taste. It was the odd flavor that came before the pearls that made him retract the drink from his mouth to look at the label of what type of drink he got.
At first, he furrowed his eyebrows because he thought he had received the wrong drink. But it's in the middle of wanting to ask Jaemin if the drink he got actually belong to him, that he realized where he fucked up. Jaemin was curious as well, arching an eyebrow and turning the cup to its side to see if Jaemin actually grabbed the wrong drink.
It's the hysterical laughter coming from Jaemin's mouth ringing in the air that made Jungkook's lips part, but in all honestly, Jungkook wasn't as surprised. He watches his teammate share the cup around, laughter suddenly becoming louder at what has been witnessed— a rise and downfall of their own team captain.
The mocking sniggering that dispersed into air echoed throughout the boba shop's walls and inevitably, the new bobarista girl must be hearing it crystal clear, probably a playful smile on her lips as she heard the laughter grow at her own doing.
Eventually, Jungkook snatched the drink back and chugs it down anyways, shaking his head. Each time he took a sip, he looks at the side of his cup and wrinkles his nose in disdain.
MLK TEA. LESS ICE. 0% SWEET.
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Stronger than I’ve ever been
@wewritevictuuri ‘s weekly prompt Prompt: “I need to say something…”
Speed Skate!AU - Read on AO3
Summary: Yuuri was in second place. Three laps to go, he angled his body and followed behind the skids of the lead. The reigning champion in his eyes was a medalist-contender from Russia.
His name? It dawned on Yuuri when he came so close around a corner that his hand could almost reach out and touch one of the long, silvery strands that poked out from under a helmet.
Viktor Nikiforov.
The name knitted together like a story over Yuuri’s tongue, just enough to distract him before the turn became a straight-away. Viktor lifted his fingertips from the curve on the ice and sprang forward, jetting across the playing field. Not even human when he left Yuuri behind, and Yuuri struggled to catch up. Heart, throbbing against his chest for his energy was well-spent. But when Viktor came around a turn and he glanced momentarily at Yuuri, as if to say he could’ve done better, Yuuri found strength that he knew he didn’t have.
There was this fear that no one ever told you when the world had its eyes solely on you.
No one expected Yuuri to win. No, that wasn’t the right term. Yuuri simply qualified for the Men’s Short Track Finals with barely the skin of his teeth when he crossed the finish line, tied with Seung-Gil of South Korea. Both men, heaving with a leisurely stroll under their skates when they skated comfortably after securing their spots for what mattered the most. Gold had never tasted sweeter upon Yuuri’s lips until he realized how close he was to it. Of the five skaters he would be competing with later this afternoon for the podium, Yuuri felt like the oddball when he compared his story to theirs.
Though he had some titles under his belt, Yuuri came off as an average athlete on a stage where average was a weakness. Some of the best in their respective fields had come together to perform for a live-audience, and Yuuri was so used to playing the tree that he nearly fumbled over his lines when he realized he was an actor. Interviewers came up to him, approached him at the end of the semifinal and asked him how it felt to fight for a podium. Of course, Yuuri didn’t have a response, but his coach, Minako, urged him to respond. Even if it was a little, even if it was just a prediction, or just give his general thoughts.
Even with those guidelines, it was hard to say anything because the world had its eyes on him. Katsuki Yuuri, a promising start for his country to win gold in short track after...what? Years? At least two decades? Though people usually had their eyes on South Korea or China or perhaps, a country blanketed in snow for most of its life, Yuuri sparked a few supporters and bets for Japan after they saw him race for his heat and now, for after his semifinal. There was a fire that blazed behind him in every race so far, and one wouldn’t believe it at first unless they saw the footage. Of how a man in last place took his race by the reigns and climbed his way up to the lead at the lack neck of the battle.
Granted, there was still a long way to go. Yuuri ended his interviews early and retreated to the sidelines to rest, recuperate, and quietly study his competition when Women’s Short Track warmed-up and skated to the edge of the starting line. Poised, hunched over with their traction gloves against the ice or close to their body in a readied stance. The sheen off of their orange shades bounced onto the playing field, illuminating the first few centimeters with a tinge to follow.
When the ladies grew still, the beeper echoed in the distance. The first beep: toes clenched to the bottom of the skates. The second beep: no one heard a single breath because every heart was free to shoot at the trigger. The third beep: skates scraped against the ice in a mad scramble to get to the head of the herd. And when the order was established, everyone filed behind another in a single line and followed the length of the track. Every now and then, one broke out from the herd and surged for the top or fell behind. This was the game they played and knew too well, and this was also their final.
Yuuri bit the tip of his thumbnail as he watched the race, noting how everyone grew a little faster until there were only three laps left. Where easily, the strongest ladies broke ahead and dashed. Hands tucked behind their backs, leaning forward as momentum carried them forward. Barely a moment of breath, hearts throbbing at every second, and then...the victors were always easy to tell.
They were the ones who lifted their bodies, their heads, and their arms and roared when the audience screamed their country’s name. Distinguished by how they skated close to the edge of the rink and slapped their hands against their coach’s, arm knocked back in the progress before the skater cooled off and made it back to the benches. And just like that, Yuuri was in their skates when it was his turn. Hugged by his uniform, black laced with gold and his country’s flag by his collar, Yuuri blinked a few times after adjusting his contacts. He donned his orange shades and buckled his helmet on before skidding across the ice. Trailing his own cursive path onto history when his breath paused at the starting line.
Sandwiched on either side by Christophe Giacometti from Switzerland and Michele Crispino from Italy, Yuuri figured that he was going to be alright. Christophe had a tendency to come first after a mad dash, using his gangly legs to his advantage. Much like a spider sprinting across the calm waters to strike its first kill. Michele was a dark horse without its reigns, charging well-ahead and built himself a strong start before gradually slowing down until he wasn’t a threat anymore. Yuuri kept these observations in mind when the last few skaters came to the starting line.
Like Emil Nekola from the Czech Republic. A fresh start, a new face in the Olympic world. He had as much fun as the audience, never missed a smile on his face because he was at the thrill of his life. Accompanied to his right was Seung-Gil, also a newcomer to the playing field. However, he made up for it with cool determination and his dead-sprints on the last few laps. Something to worry about it, considering that Yuuri used the same tactic as well. And then, the last one to the line but the first one to spike the whistles from the audience, was Viktor Nikiforov from Russia. Behind Seung-Gil, Viktor was another contender for the gold medal. Having two silvers under his name already, the third time was the charm for his first taste of gold.
But then again, he had a similar taste a while back when he steadied himself and his glance happened to cross Yuuri’s. An innocent smile on his part, perhaps he had forgotten that Yuuri was a competitor. Or perhaps, there was a bittersweet feeling knowing that he had to fight with the man he loved. Yuuri, too, had a similar thought, but he buried it below the surface. Off the ice, he and Viktor were often joined at the hip when it came to soft matters like warming up before an outing or cuddling away from pondering eyes. But here on the ice, when breaths coiled up like bitter smoke, Yuuri regarded Viktor as a stranger. As they should be because a gold medal couldn’t distinguish between lovers, friendly competition, or enemies with a bone to pick with one another.
But, no one had a bone to pick. They each had skates, but that would be an illegal move. Oh, the race was about to start.
There was a moment where I thought: ‘I should just quit.’
First beep: suddenly shy, Yuuri dropped his hand onto the ice to steady himself. Second beep: he leaned forward, his body angled to such a degree that it reminded him of the chickens that used to roam along the beaches of Hasetsu.
A whistle. The beeps had to restart. Yuuri wasn’t still, arm trembling when he kept his balance on the ice. Yuuri raised his body and shook his arms, trying to feel numb. Breathing harder than usual, unease creeping up his throat. Why now, of all times?
“Remember who you’re skating for.”
The voice, a mere whisper from Viktor’s lips. It sounded like encouragement for everyone, but the statement was directed to one person. And that person steadied his breathing and leaned down into his starting position. Yuuri wiped his cheeks with the back of his sleeves, a pit of worry gurgling away in his stomach. Who was he skating for? Yuuri thought about his family, his friends, his coach, his country...Hundreds of thoughts clouded his mind when the beeps started again.
The first beep: Emil had one of the brightest smiles on the starting line. The second beep: Michele’s legs felt so heavy, even though he barely moved. The third beep: Christophe sprinted to the front of the pack like a slingshot.
Michele followed from behind, cursing himself for his fraction of a delay. Viktor kept a safe distance, not too far and not too close. Quite leisurely, despite the speed. Seung-Gil was steady, hunched over and calculated the rest of the race in his mind. Emil and Yuuri fought for last place. Sometimes, Yuuri poked ahead. Sometimes, Emil felt an urge to sprint. However, Seung-Gil kept them both in check and wouldn’t let them advance. One lap down, and Yuuri could barely control his breathing when the head of the herd advanced steadily.
But if you knock me down, I’ll get up again.
Three laps in, there was a crash. Michele grew a bit too ambitious when he rounded a corner and overtook Christophe. He lost traction and knocked his shoulder against the ice. Christophe couldn’t swerve out of the way in time, knocked towards the edge of the rink by Michele’s wayward legs. Viktor passed over the collision and took charge as the pack leader. Yuuri and Emil took their chances and shot past Seung-Gil’s defenses. Scraping every inch of the ice with their lives on the line, nearly fumbling on the straight-away when they scrambled behind Viktor’s trail. Seung-Gil, right at their tails. Nipping away at their skates, and Yuuri plowed forward with every bit of a stamina that he saved. Just for this moment. His fingertips trailed over a curve when he closed the gap between him and Viktor, barely six inches in between them when the rest of the world fell below their skates.
An echo.
I realized who I was skating for. Or rather, who I wanted to skate with.
Three laps left to go, Viktor lengthened the distance between him and Yuuri. He turned his head back, ever-so slightly. Encouragement brimmed behind his eyes, but Yuuri couldn’t see it from where he was. If he wanted to, he’d have to catch up. And there, that was when Yuuri’s thighs burned and his back ached like an old machine. What could he do? All of his stamina was well-spent as it was and yet, Viktor held onto the belief that Yuuri could still sprint. One last time. This was their last race together, just before Viktor’s inevitable retirement. Make this memorable but how?
Perhaps, give Viktor a run for his money in gold. Yuuri leaned forward, stepping up his game and as he gradually closed the gap between him and Viktor. Viktor had only one speed left, and it was more of a direction at this point because he continued to go forward as Yuuri crawled up from second to one and a half. At each other’s necks when three laps turned to two, two laps turned to the final. Yuuri loosened his hands from behind his back, swayed his body into a manageable rhythm, before all one could hear from him were the intrepid steps left behind by his skates. Viktor almost had no choice but to run. Bits of his bangs slipped out from under his helmet, clung to the sides of his face in the momentum. The sudden swing that brought the finish line a lot closer than either could imagine. And then, silver turned to gold just as quickly as it came out from the back end of brozen’s forgotten cousin.
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The Annual Kenmare Pub Crawl is upon us again---and this time, with a twist!
For three decades, Kenmare’s four wizarding pubs have pulled out all the stops to create unique, fascinating, and occasionally undrinkable brews in order to win the title of Best Pub in Ireland. After years of complaints from bars throughout the rest of wizarding Britain, however, the competition has been widened. Bars from Ballycastle to London will be in Kenmare to show off their newest concoctions. This weekend, pubs and breweries will be competing to win the hearts of the Wizarding world for a brand new title: the Best Pub in the United Kingdom.
Per usual, witches and wizards will help decide this year’s champion by sampling all beer, food, and entertainment the Wizarding world has to offer, right out of Kenmare.
Sample appetizers from popular food trolleys (such as Nacho Mama’s Nachos and Greased Grub, to name a few).
Stop by the WWN’s event booth to request songs from the DJ, and for your chance to appear live on air every evening (and the opportunity to win prizes, too!).
The Department of Intoxicating Substances will be hosting a game booth for children (and handing out educational materials about responsible drinking for the adults!).
Medi-wizards will be standing by, for those who need them.
Members of the Anti-Splinching Squad will be waiting in the main tent to apparate anyone who feels they need assistance finding their way home.
And, of course, taste a variety of beers from a variety of reputable pubs.
Get your admission wristbands by the day, or for the entire weekend, at the main event tent. Don’t forget to stop there to cast your vote on the way out, either!
And now, for our competitors—
Corkbuzz // One might not expect a wine bar to enter a competition judging beers, but Tinworth’s entry is not to be underestimated. Often dismissed as too classy and traditional to fit in with the rough and tumble crowd traditionally at a pub crawl, but the staff has pulled out all the stops to appeal to a whole new set of customers.
Happens for a Riesling; this traditional sweet wine will be perfect for those who haven’t spent much time drinking wine and want to give it a try, or for those who think sweeter is always better.
Shiraz as Can Be; for red wine fans, this wine will be the obvious choice, and a square of chocolate will really bring out the hints of cherry and licorice.
COMPETITOR: Red-y and Waiting Ale; whether you like to relax with a cold beer or sip on a glass of red wine, this ale is sure to be a hit. This beer will remind beer drinkers of a traditional bitter ale and wine drinkers of a well aged cabernet. How Corkbuzz pulled off this balance is something of a mystery.
The Dragon’s Egg // Although Holyhead’s rowdiest bar entered the competition, one wonders if they decided to put their best foot forward. However, the laid back vibe has always been what made the Dragon’s Egg a popular place for dragonologists, Quidditch players, and criminals to come together to relax, and it’s sure to make this pub stand out from the rest of the competition.
Welsh Pale Ale; a traditional pale ale, always served cold. Unless you’ve done something to annoy the bartender.
Dark Stout; the darker side of the pale ale, with all of the full bodied flavor you might expect from a dark beer.
COMPETITOR: Laggin’ Lager; this beer marks the pub’s first attempt to move away from their two standbys in over two centuries. Hopefully it’s worth the wait.
The Drunken Dragon // Having been dethroned last year after winning the title of Best Pub in Ireland of 1977, rumor has it that the Drunken Dragon is pulling out all the stops this year. At the Drunken Dragon, edgier is synonymous with superior, so brace yourself for a myriad of special effects – both frightening and awe inspiring – before you duck into the underbelly of the Dragon.
Anne Bonny’s Belgian Wit; this wheat ale is sweet and smooth, sure to please anyone and everyone who tries it.
Grace O'Malley’s Irish Ale; like its namesake and the chieftain of the Ó Máille clan of west Ireland, this ale is considered to be exceptionally formidable and competent. Although last year’s entry didn’t win the grand prize, it has become pub favorites.
COMPETITOR: Maeve of Connacht’s Stout; with a kick as strong as a bull, this beer isn’t for the faint of heart. But for those who survive, they’re sure to go down in legend for their will and determination.
The Golden Bludger // At long last, the pride of Puddlemere has arrived in town to prove itself the greatest and grandest in all the land. Located near P.I.M.P., the Golden Bludger has become known for it’s ever changing drinks and unique brews.
Puddlemere Pecan Porter; a creamy Porter with just a hint of nutty flavor that helps to hide the brew’s natural hoppiness, this brew has become a popular staple of fall at the Golden Bludger.
Wadcock Cinnamon Cider; this cider is a pride of Puddlemere. After tasting the slight twist on the classic cider, more than one patron has commented on being reminded of Firewhiskey.
COMPETITOR: Bodwin Moor Maple Stout; this barrel-aged stout has just a hint of sweetness from the maple that helps it to go down smooth. You’re sure to be coming back for more of this seasonal treat.
The Hopping Pot // Named after the famous tale recorded by Beedle the Bard, this pub has become a staple for shoppers in Carkitt Market over the last few centuries, and it as become well known for never being afraid to take a risk or two when it comes to making a new brew. While not as eccentric as some of the other competitors, the Hopping Pot shouldn’t be written up, as they still have some tricks up their sleeve.
Wizard’s Brew; don’t be put off by this beer’s classic name. One of the Hopping Pot’s original brews, this sweet stout is a comforting brew for many an old wizard.
Fishy Green Ale; a popular drink with the younger crowd. Just don’t ask how the drink turned green. Or what kind of fish eggs are floating in it. Best just not to ask any questions and all and enjoy this beer.
COMPETITOR: Strawberry Lime Cider; the tart lime flavors help to cut the sweetness of the strawberry in this fizzy cider. Like other drinks at the Hopping Pot, it promises to be nothing like anything you’ve had before!
Kings of the Crossroad // True to its name, Kings of the Crossroad serves drinks fit for a king, with an atmosphere welcoming to royalty and peasants alike. With its famous Áed Findliath line – all brews named for the fair Irish king – Kings is full of surprises year round as it releases its brand new seasonal brews every few months. Whether it be the season of the sun, or the season of roaring fireplaces, Kings of the Crossroad will always be ready with a welcome that’s even warmer.
Áed Findliath’s Dublin Brew; taking their own spin on an Irish tradition, the Dublin Brew was the Kings’ first attempt at their own draft. What they came up with truly lives up to the name of Ireland’s capital, and it’s won them the title of Best Pub in Ireland in many years past.
Áed Findliath’s Irish Red; many claim this is Kenmare’s appeal to the British, with its tea-like taste. Kings boasts that their Irish Red is the richest beer in all of Kenmare, second only to their competing drink this season.
COMPETITOR: Áed Findliath’s Pumpkin Ale; in celebration of the cooler air and changing leaves, Kings has prepared this draft for those who are feeling especially festive. Don’t let the name fool you -- despite having hints of pumpkin flavor that everyone can enjoy, this isn’t your average glass of pumpkin juice.
Kinky Kestral // The Kinky Kestral has been bestowed many titles, from the most eccentric pub in all of Ireland since its establishment over fifty years ago, to the Best Pub in Ireland of 1978. With relics reminiscent of every era the Kinky Kestral has witnessed, this pub has given the word “classic” a definition all their own. Its 1950′s mantra, “You have to be here to get it,” has made quite the comeback throughout the 1970′s.
I’m A Little Tea Pot Short and Stout; last year’s winning beverage -- stout beer, served in a tea pot -- proved that appearances are everything. The marketing marvel is back again this year for a victory lap. You can purchase a pot large enough for your entire table, or one in miniature for yourself.
Malted Milk & Cookie; the pub crawl wouldn’t be complete without this divisive beer. Some find this malt beer appalling, and others find it enthralling. Whatever the opinion, a witch or wizard can usually be persuaded to give this drink a try by the delectable chocolate chip cookie that comes with it.
COMPETITOR: Hip Hoppin’ Pottin’ Porter; the Kinky Kestrel has attempted to keep their moment from last year with an even bigger surprise. Inspired by the famous tale (and perhaps a bit by their competition), this porter is served in a one legged pot that hops around your table. Just be careful to watch for spills.
Lumos Nox Brewery // The newbie on the block this year, this will be the first time this creative brewery has entered into any competition with their one-of-a-kind brews that’ll have your tastebuds dying to discover the rest of the menu.
House Special; with them being stranger to competition, this seems like the perfect opportunity for everyone to try that classic ale with a twist. The lemon adds a special acidity that’ll keep you ordering it by the pints
Jonesing for a Bonesing; Britain’s favorite drink can now be found here… Tea and beer combined, who would have thought? What you do: choose your favorite tea. The owner’s, for instance, is Earl Grey. That and their basic dark stout gets mixed together, as does a dash of sugar, lemon and honey to level out the bitterness of both. There’s a smoky finish and a whole lot more where that came from
COMPETITOR: Bev’s Brew; milk stout with a blend of cherry happened by accident one day when the owner’s daughter was in. She’d spilled her cherry juice into the usual milk stout and magic was made. The sweetness, creaminess, and that background bitterness of the dark stout is a match you’ll be thankful you tried.
The Tipsy Cow // Casual in both atmosphere and decor, the Tipsy Cow is undoubtedly the wheat beer capital of the Wizarding world. Their brews are guaranteed to knock you off your feet (if they’re not already up on the bar counter, that is.) The Tipsy Cow won Best Pub in Ireland back in 1976, and after two years ranking last, they’re itching to prove themselves to be not only the best in Ireland, but in the whole Wizarding world.
Grandpa’s Classic: Hefeweize; as the first beverage crafted by magical folk in Kenmare, this wheat beer is considered a classic, and enjoyed by witches and wizards of all ages, in spite of its nickname. The only beer made with yeast, this cloudy beverage will mesmerize you as much as any crystal ball.
Dad’s Favorite: Kristallweizen; by far the most popular beer served at the Cow, this is more than just Dad’s favorite. Filtered and fresh tasting, everyone can find this brew enjoyable.
COMPETITOR: Mother’s Choice: Bock; a smooth malty brew sweetened with honey, this bock will be something even those the most hesitant beer drinkers can enjoy.
OOC Information---
We hope you’re all excited for the return of the Kenmare Pub Crawl! Just as with last year, your characters will help decide this year’s winner. How so? Well, we’ll tell you...
Each character has the opportunity to earn points towards this event, and each character will submit their points to one of the pubs listed above. The pub with the most points by the end of the weekend will win the title of the Best Pub in the United Kingdom for 1979.
Points should be tallied as follows:
10 points for every starter you post between now and Sunday
10 points for every time your character replies to a new starter. (Please note that this is for the initial reply only; you do not receive an additional 10 points for every reply on that thread).
10 points if your character interacts with a character they’ve never spoken to before.
50 points if your starter gets over 50 notes worth of replies.
100 points if your starter gets over 100 notes worth of replies.
20 points for any drabble you post for your character which is over 100 words.
30 points any drabble you post for your before.character which is over 300 words.
Be sure to submit your points to the main page by 11:29 pm EST on Sunday, the 1st. We’ll tally the points and announce the winner by midnight. If you have any questions, just let us know via the main as well, and we’ll get them answered for you.
Happy boozing and cruising---and writing, of course! Here’s to an exciting weekend in Kenmare!
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