#get ready im gonna tag all my ocs now

[leesbian42-rp]

in my flat in Metropolis screaming to Superhero by Simon Curtis goingfucking FERAL at 3 in the morning xoxo

[almostfoxglove]

hey queen do you have any joel fic recs? can be au or canon long or short im just desperate for some joel fics lol

oh ho HO anon HELLO yes of course I do :,) I'll give you a variety of flavors so you've got some options. thank you so much for the opportunity to gush about some fics I love :,) these are in no particular order and I am 100% gonna miss brilliant ones because I have a terrible memory I'm so sorry

okay, let's start with SERIES!

I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive by Kiwicane on ao3 (ongoing series)

universe: canon universe, jackson!joel

flavor: ANGST holy fuck. also, incredible action sequences? like actually jaw dropping. and some... enemies to lovers? that's all I'll say!!!!

I actually cannot overstate how much this fic has me pinned to the fucking ground literally anytime I get a notification it's updated on ao3 I fucking RUN okay I run. it's so fucking good. THE TWISTS AND TURNS? you're not ready (you are please read it, it deserves so much fucking love)

Futureproof by @luxurychristmaspudding on tumblr (ongoing series)

universe: modern!au, actor!joel

flavor: girldad!famous joel starstruck by badass rockstar reader? yes I'll take 20.

the prologue for this just came out and FUCK I'm hooked. seriously, just buckle in. the vibes are immaculate, the world building's insane, and joel gets BOTH THIS DAUGHTERS??? I could cry.

Maintenance Request by @burntheedges on tumblr & ao3 (series complete)

universe: modern!au, hotconstructionguy!joel

flavor: fluff & FILTH just... trust me on this one. giddy rom-com feelings and absolute filth. but filth with love. AH

I literally rec this fic to anyone who gives me 0.2 seconds to talk about joel listen it's just. chef's kiss. the rom-com of my dreams.

Halcyon by @justagalwhowrites on tumblr & ao3 (ongoing series)

universe: modern!au, girldad!joel

flavor: childhood best-friends to lovers and s l o w b u r n PINING. so much fucking pining (my kryptonite)

this fic actually broke my brain I think. it is at once so sweet and tender and fucking heart wrenching. strap in for a slowburn but WOOF it's so worth it.

take me back to eden by skyspacelunar on ao3 (series complete)

universe: canon universe post-outbreak, smuggler/pre-jackson!joel

flavor: ANGST, enemies to lovers, TEARS

listen. listen. don't let the OC tag spook you away, this is so fucking good. delicious forced proximity, hate sex, then HEART EYES. there's violence, action, spice, LOVE, and goddamn tragedy. do it!

now... ONE SHOTS!

looking for the light by @sixhours on tumblr & ao3

universe: pre-outbreak!, brandnewdad!joel

flavor: angst with a happy ending, tiny baby 23 year old joel being a newly single dad to baby sarah

okay don't let the word count fool you, this one fuckin WRECKED ME (and put me back together? oh my god) my heart. I wanna hug him so fuckin bad. READ IT AND WEEP (but not in a vengeful way, in an angsty way)

until then by @studioghibelli on tumblr

universe: no-outbreak, priest!joel

flavor: ANGST angst angst. if you like fleabag.... wink!

bell wrote this for my angst challenge and it fuckin ruined me. ha ha HA it's so good. holy fuck. get ready for tears

hungry, lonely, violent by @dontloooknow on tumblr & ao3

universe: canon universe post-outbreak, jackson!joel

flavor: angst and fluff and smut. you get it all!

this is a BEEFY one shot (22k hell yeah) that has pretty much all you could ask for from sweet ol jackson!joel. the tenderness in this? off the charts. I do need him! biblically!

this has made me realize I need to read more joel one shots... oof! time to get through my tbr.

aaand I'm guessin since you're sending this you may already know about my joel fics, but just in case, I've got 3 ongoing series (one almost complete!) & 1 one shot

cover me up: jackson!joel (angst and smut and tenderness)

see you at three: no-outbreak au, young!joel (rom-comish, fluff and angst and eventual smut)

lock the gate: bostonqz!joel (angst, bitter allies to lovers, eventual smut)

I also have a bookshelf on my blog with shelves divided by characters, so you can also check out the joel miller shelf there (will include fics on my tbr list as well as ones I've read) this was so much fun. sorry it's long, but I hope you enjoy these!!

xx freya

[valscodblog]

"Trick Or Treat!" Simon Riley x Oc

SO IT'S SPOOKY SEASON Y'ALL AND I LOVE ME SOME SPOOKY SEASON FUN SO HERE'S A HALLOWEEN FIC FOR Y'ALL!!

I SUMMON: @needa-sum-luvn @thebunnednun @skauni @staytrueblue (dk if you even want a tag on my fics that dont have price but oh well) @seconds-on-the-clock @writing-with-moss

Warnings: Maybe possibly ooc simon?..I just write him happier that he has a family-okay?!nothing else ,It's just some good ol' fluff bc they have kids here. SUCKY ASS ENDING BC I GOT TIRED AND I HAVN'T SLEPT IN LIKE-TWO DAYS OKAY??? IM SORRYYYYYY :(

"Mom! Get ready! We're all all ready!" James shouted, running into his mother's bedroom. Ruby and Simon were putting on each other's pumpkin heads and Ruby laughed. "We are getting ready, James. Calm down. Trick or treating starts in thirty minuets. We have time, Amor." Simon just chuckled and grabbed his pumpkin head. He put it on himself and smiled when it was on. "Damn...when was the last time i hid my face around the house, Lovie?" directing the question to Ruby, who sighed and shook her head. "Years...and this better be the last time!" "Yes ma'am."

Ruby nodded and said, "Jeez...how do you see out of these?" as she looked around in her pumpkin head. "I dunno, Ma," James said, shrugging. The ten year old then ran out of the room to see if his sisters were ready or not. "HEY! SISSIES! YOU READY-?"

"GET OU', JAMES!" "MUMMY! JAMES DIDN'T KNOCK!"

Oh dear lord....Ruby walked out of her room and sighed. "James..." "I said sorry, mom!" "Okay. Girls, he's said sorry. And are you two ready?" Both the girls nodded. "I'm mike!" "And I'm Sully!"

Simon poked his head into the rooms and his daughters screamed. "MOM-BEHIND YOU!" Ruby laughed and said, "It's your dad, kids. Calm down." Sapphire blinked and then asked, "Is it, Mum?" Ghost took of his mask and said, "Aye, Saphhie. Jus' me." Saphhire giggled and said, "Dad, mum said you were gonna be a ghost!" Simon huffed, "No-I'm the pumpkin king. Mum's the queen of the patch." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Oh, you kiss ass." "You love it." "Mhh, debatable." "How? I gave you three kids-four if you count me knowin' Jay since 'e was a lil' bloke." Ruby sighed softly and said, "Yeah..okay. You win, Mi Amor." and she went over and rubbed his left arm gently. Simon put his pumpkin head back on and said, "Now, if ya lot are ready, lessgo get sum candy, yeah?" and just then Jason waddled in and shouted, "Sugar!" with his hands up. He was in a matching air force costume with his older brother.

James ran over to him and said, "Hats on backwards, dude. Lemme help you, ha ha!" and he grabbed his brother's hat and put it on the right way. Jason laughed and said, "Mate, your fifteen. You should not be this excited over Halloween." James quirked a brow up. "Oh, no? Well too bad, little man. Unlike some of us I want to enjoy my youth." "Oh SHUT IT! Just because i wore ONE pair of air forces!" Daisy shouted, storming out of the room. James laughed and said, "That, Lad, is how you take the piss." Jason laughed too-before Ruby hit them both round the head. "GO! say your sorry, Ninos!"

James ran downstairs shouting out the words, "I'm sorry, Day! Please come out and gimme a hug so ma don't kill me!" Daisy shouted back, "DONT BRING MUM OVER HERE-" James found his sister eating the cupcakes that were meant for her and Sapphire's birthday party. "...If you let me have some of the frosting i won't say anything at all." "Oh, piss off!" "MMMHHH-" "Okay! Okay! Here!" Daisy shoved a cupcake towards him and he took it. "Thanks, sis." "Whatever, James." "Ey-no. That's a big no-no. I'm not James to you, Kid. I'm 'Jamie'." Daisy groaned. "Why are you like this?" "Cuase. I can be. Hey, don't get so worked up, yeah?" "...You sound like Tio Rudy." "Muy bueno. I admire Tio Rudy y Alejandro." "...Yo tambien." "So you do know Spanish?"

Daisy and James froze. Uh oh..."Heyyy, Mum! What brings you here, aye?" "Daisy. Kate. Riley." James paled along with his sister. "It was me, Mom. I told her she could have a few before we left." Ruby looked her son over and said, "Your a bad liar, Son. Never make it in the force like that." James sighed and said, "I don't wanna go into the Air Force, Ma! I wanna go into the SEALs." Ruby shook her head. "Diffrant names, same concept...You kow, I dont-" "Ma. Not now. You were about to give James the beating of his life."

Ruby turned around and saw Sapphire there, holding her dad's hand. He shrugged. "I dunno wot's goin' on but I wanna see," Simon said. Ruby slowly turned around and then she laughed. "Simon, baby...why the fuck-" Simon shut her up by throwing a bag full of fake cobwebs at her. "RUN KIDS-"

and cue the kids running out the back door and into the backyard. "QUICK-THE WOODS!" Jason shouted, running up and tree. James copied and helped the girls up into the thick oak tree's branches. Ruby ran out after her husband and he threw off his pumpkin head but tripped over his untied shoelace. "Fu-" "Gotcha!" Ruby shouted, trapping her husband under him. He took off her pumpkin head and kissed her. "Sorry?" Ruby gave him a once over and then broke out a smile. "...Fine. Your lucky I love you, Amor." "Very lucky otherwise I'd be six feet unda right about now, aye?" "Yeah."

and James gagged. "BLEUGH! Gross, you two! Hey-UNCLE ALEJANDRO!" James shouted, jumping down from his branch. He landed on his butt but recovered quickly and ran over to his uncle. Alejandro was dressed up as Dracula and his husband, Rudy was Frankenstein. "Hols, Tio!" "Eyy, Mi hombre! Que paso?" "Ehh, same old, same old." Ruby walked over and smiled. "Hola, Tio. Thanks for making it down for the girls' birthdays." "Ahh, no problem, Mi Corazon! I love my girls, just as much as they boys, don't worry, Jaunito." James groaned. "Tiooo, it's James, not Juanito!" "Your middle name is Juan, no?" "...damn it, Ma!" "Ale, Mi amor, dont provoke him."

So he talks. "Hello, Rudy," James said, not even looking at him. Rudy sighed. "I tell him one war story and he's salty three years later," Rudy mumbled. James turned and looked at Rudy dead in the eyes. "You betrayed Mi Mama...you think I'm going to forgive that, Pen-" "James Juan Alejandro Riley!" And James shut up. But he still glared at Rudy and Rudy looked at Ruby and asked, "You did for give me, right?" Ruby smiled and said, "Yes I did. There, you heard it James, and that was when I was known as Delta twelve. Long before I was Jewel."

James said, "But Ma, dad says-" "And your father wasn't even thought of, nor heard of, at this time James, so it doesn't matter. Besides! It taught my ass a lesson." James huffed and said, "Fine." Simon walked over and loomed over his son. James felt a shiver go down his spine and his heart picked up pace. "I-I uhm, I mean, yeah okay! It's forgiven!" Rudy looked at Simon and asked, "...Que paso con su esposo, Rubia?" Ruby's eye twitched. "Just because he's called Ghost don't mean you get to-" "Ey. answer me." "...Nada."

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"Trick or treat!" Jason held up his candy bag and Anna filled it, "Your brother's s'cute, Jay!" Anna said as she gave James a small kiss on the cheek-which he wiped off. "An!" James groaned through his teeth. She laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm French! It's custom!" James sighed and said, "It's fine just-my uncles are right there!" "Aww, Okay! Here, take an extra twix." James starred as she put in a party sized twix bar into his candy bag. "...How many kids?" Anna blinked, "Huh?" James grabbed her shoulders and grinned. "I swear im gonna marry you so long as you provide me with chocolate. So how many babies?" Anna blushed and said, "James!" He laughed and kissed her cheek.

"See ya 'round, Love!" Anna huffed, "this is why England and France went to war..." James just waved her goodbye and sped off to the next house. Jason's feet were getting tired and he was wondering where his mom and dad had gone off to. "Jay. Where's mum and pa?" James shrugged as they walked. "I think in the house, why?" "Cos..." "You miss 'em? Wanna find the girls and Rudy and go back?" "Yeah-I'm tired." James nodded. "Oye, Tio Ale! We're done here, bags are full and everything." Alejandro nodded. "To the jeep!"

Jason must've lied when he said he was tired because that boy took off towards the car. "Wha-Hey! You said you were tired, the hell, kid!?" James shouted as he ran after him, his long legs catching up to his brother easily. Jason giggled and touched the car first. "I win!" "No fair, you didn't call the race, boy!" "You didn't call it last time, so-" and Jason stuck out his tongue. James rolled his eyes. "Fine. You get front seat." Alejandro shook his head. "You kids are somthin' else...kinda like your mom and her siblings."

"...Mom has siblings?" Alejandro gulped. "Used to...one sister. and one step brother." "What happened?" "brother died and sister moved away and cut off coms-err connections with us." James sighed. "I miss auntie Reina." "I miss her too." and the Jeep started. They all drove in silence until they reached the house. The girls were on the porch, eating and talking with their friends. They waved to the boys walking up to them. "Party's starting now that your here, guys!"

Alejandro nodded and walked inside to allow the kids to talk. However, James didn't want to talk. After hearing about his aunt again, he felt...odd. Ah, it was his sisters birthdays! This was a worry for another day. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Race you lot into the house!" and started running. His little sisters caught up fairly quickly, "Where to?" Daisy panted out, just like her father would've. "Kitchen counter-" and off she sped.

Daisy slapped the counted and then stood straight up. "Dang-I'm fast!" she shouted, throwing her arms up happily.

Ruby took a look at her kids and sighed softly, wearing her pumpkin head. "...I dont know what im going to do with you kids." Simon laughed silently and whispered, "Love them until we die?" Ruby shook her head, "Love them even after we die."

[00-theguardians-00]

Hello im Finstel you can call me finley or fin!

This blog is still in work so yeaaah might undergo some changes

This blog is mostly about the guardian's so it's not only about the Xmas au if you want to ask one of them please tell me who and i will awnser :]

My other trumblr blog is called @morpheus-the-sandman hop in if you're interested and take a look around!

The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too

✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌

Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)

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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace bisexual ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 23 years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

🌟Refs of my sillys🌟

What's the Xmas au about??

What is the Xmas au about??

Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone

Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes

Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home

Frank makes sure everything goes after plan

Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things

Poppy well she bakes

Barnaby also helps around!

They are also able to travel trough aus

If one of them talks it's gonna be red

Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!

[renenene]

Author’s notes at the end :) first fanfic!! Yippee!!

I’m Sorry for You

4.2k words

The title is a song lyric from “ILYIS pt 2” by Mel Bryant & the Mercy Makers

Things I’d put if I ever posted to ao3 !!

Tags:

Many POC and LGBTQ+ headcanons among other things, quirk shenanigans, angst but not too bad ig, POV switching, Bakugo Katsuki swears a lot, Class 2-A, Sero speaks Spanish (yell at me if it’s wrong I’ll probably have my friend translating), Bakugo Katsuki likes to learn languages to fuck with Deku, Bakugo Katsuki natural talent frfr, PTSD for all, post war arc except I stopped watching after s5 and know everything mostly by fandom and friends ranting at me but I’m reading the manga currently, everybody lives/nobody dies, except AFO, we’re getting creative with the Bakugo nicknames, Bakugo in therapy, dekusquad are the real menaces, hero internships, the new class 1-A maybe, smoking weed/weed mentions, panic attacks, dissociation, let Deku stop being an innocent baby, let Deku be a teenager, let Katsuki be a dork, I believe in class 2-A having lives and real trauma responses ☝️

Characters:

Class 2-A, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Eijiro Kirishima, Sero Hanta, Shouto Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Cammie, original OCs probably as background characters idk

Relationships:

Midoriya Izuku/Bakugo Katsuki, past Midoriya Izuku/Ochako Uraraka, background Mina Ashido/Cammie subplot, Ochako Uraraka/Himiko Toga subplot, minor Mirko/Shigaraki, minor Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto subplot, Platonic Ochako Uraraka/Katsuki Bakugo, minor Kyoka Jiro/Yaoyorozu Momo subplot

Blurb ig??

Katsuki Bakugo has cheated death nearly three times at this point. Sludge incident, Kamino incident, the goddamn war. He doesn’t gamble with his life or anything. Villains just seem to love him. If it were up to Katsuki, his life would never be played with.

That's gonna change real quick, though. You’d be crazy to think he’ll accept that after so much goddamn struggle in so little time, it’s Izuku’s ass that’s the only thing pumping his heart. Katsuki is cool with Izuku. He even trusts him. Still, if Katsuki can’t control anything, he needs to at least be able to control his own self.

Yeah, Katsuki’ll cheat death again. Fourth time’s the charm.

Chapter 1 ——————————————

4:48 AM, Friday / Katsuki Bakugo

The sun isn’t up yet, thank God. There’ll be no first year, dumbfuck extras to ogle me on my morning run. I can enjoy my quiet peace — even if the weather is getting a bit too cold for my liking.

Already, I’ve got a tracksuit on in seconds and I’m making record time. If I can get my hair down without problems, then I might be able to sneak some time at the gym. All that’s left is to fix my hair.

My drawer comes open with a roll. My hair clips are usually at the forefront. Usually. I put them at the front every night. I damn sure know where I put my shit.

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Where the fuck are my clips?

8:21 AM / Izuku Midoriya

The days were long. The days were hard. And this day in particular was filled with— BOOM! There’s that same crackling noise everyone is all too familiar with by now. You’d think things would change after a year.

But no.

This is worse than usual.

Much, much worse.

Whoops and cheers arise, shouting “Go! Go! Catch ‘im!” A chopping hand makes its best attempt at distracting the instigating crowd, but only succeeds for half a second before the eyes are glued back onto the affair like a brand new fridge magnet.

“Encouraging violent behavior is not heroic cond— Bakugo-San!” Our beloved but prickly class president yelps as an almost impressively minute AP shot goes whizzing over his perfectly styled head. “No quirks in the classroom!”

“It ain’t a classroom until hygenically-challenged-Sensei gets here!” Kacchan sneers his usual sneer as he readies his hand to flick. “Until that infestation of a man wiggles his way in this room, this place is my battlefield. And just like the war— I ain’t losin’!”

“Badmouthing our sensei after he—“

“Take a joke, glasses,” Kaminari leans into the stickler’s side, purring. “Kacchan respects Aizawa-Sensei probably the most out of all of— FUCK!!”

“Language!”

Kacchan’s hand sizzles just the slightest bit from recoil from the shot that narrowly missed Kaminari’s ear. “That’s for making me sound all soft.”

“Kacchan, he was defending y—“

“You better pray there’s someone to defend your ass.” The blond swivels around with the quickness of a top-of-his-class war veteran, which he is, but no one would say to his face lest his head get somehow even bigger.

I gulp. This commotion has been going on all morning. Everyone knows Kacchan isn’t really going to hurt anyone but… he looks like he’s fighting urges.

Sero sits up ever so slowly. His eyes are bloodshot like he’s done a pretty amount of weed before classes, and he probably has. For God’s sake, it’s barely eight in the morning. UA is definitely a stressful place to be, but soon-to-be heroes shouldn’t be doing drugs.

Another small AP shot sounds, and I glow the slightest bit green to dodge it, landing star-shaped like a startled cat in the upper right corner of the back of the mangled classroom. The place looks like a tornado tore through it with the way the desks are all skewed. Some were moved so my classmates could watch the entertainment, chewing on snide comments and muffled giggles as toppings to Yaomomo’s popcorn. It’s like a tiny gladiator fight is going on, and the lion has eaten my sword.

A gladiator fight that Kacchan still won’t win. It’s only because he’s not able to go one hundred percent with this whack a mole stuff ‘cause he’ll mess up the room. However, fucking around is the only way he’ll ever find out how to land a hit on me.

“What did he even do?” Sero drawls, pointing his exasperation at a snarling Kacchan, palms popping with learned restraint. And oh, that restraint is going through a popping pop quiz of a test right now.

He has no clips in his hair. As of late, he had his hair clipped down over his eye like some 2000s emo, minus the scene extensions.

“I don’t have to tell a shitty extra jack shit,” he growls out, a menacing smile turning menacing scowl. It was an expected reaction, really. He always bristles when people get all in his business. And yet, class 2-A is nothing if not always in all his business, if you couldn’t tell by even the most outwardly innocent and responsible eyes being on the commotion as well.

Sero stalks closer with a yawn, a few paces behind him. He's not a step in front, still, out of habit I suppose. Kacchan has eased up a lot with the war. War seems to mature people, everyone here, really. But during his moments of irrational rage, his little aspects of tyranny bubble up like a bad reaction. The reaction he gives Sero, a fast side eye, seems like that sort of steaming an almost boiling pot of water will do before it erupts, leaking water into the ready and waiting flame beneath it.

“You don’t have to tell me ‘jack shit’, sure.” Sero shrugs, most likely unaware that his life is in jeopardy because of the weed in his system. An angry Kacchan is a prickly Kacchan. As much as Sero needs to diffuse the situation for his poor, poor beauty sleep before class, he also shouldn’t want to be put to rest for good. I personally want all my friends graduating without any tombstones for us to plant. “But,” Sero continues, drawling again just so Kacchan can at least focus his annoyance away from me and towards Sero, “we always figure out what dumbass—“

“Language,” Iida peeps out, a low volume I didn’t know his voice was capable of reaching.

“—what stupid thing you fight Midoriya for. Eventually, anyway. So just speed the process already.”

A slow hand turns to aim, palm up and popping, right at his temple.

“‘You tryna call me a dumbass?”

“Lang—“

From the corner of my eye, I catch a mesmerized Uraraka pat Iida for him to lean back. A calm, or at least calm looking Kacchan, is the worst Kacchan of them all.

Over the years there were grumpy Kacchan’s, raging Kacchan’s, stressed Kacchan’s, exhausted Kacchan’s, Kacchan’s in denial— when was he not?— and right now, a calm, almost crazed Kacchan. Of all the Kacchan’s our class seemed to learn how to wiggle our way into the graces of tolerance he had stowed beyond a seemingly less and less penetrable fortress as the days blended, calm Kacchan’s grace looked to lie in another plane of existence.

For, this is a Kacchan that smiled. Easy and small and uncanny. He may make many threats, but it’s been years since he’s looked so genuinely murderous.

“What I’m tryna do is keep you from getting detention for the third time this month. You’re on a weekly basis at this point.”

It’s almost a relief to see Kacchan stop smiling, but that threatening hand moves not one inch down.

“Who told you to care? Hah? Is your name glasses now? Or ponytail? Nah, you’re tape face. So stay in your lane and quit worryin’, jackass.” The two others in question bristle at their mention, but otherwise make no other reaction. Sero’s reaction, however, is to raise a brow.

“So they’re allowed to worry?”

“No, you— what!?— They’re not allowed to worry,” he grits out. “It’s what they do, and it’s what you don’t.”

This is when Mina pipes up, chief instigator of the onlookers. “Mido-Chan—“ she points frantically to the door— “is gone!”

Her impish grin almost grows past her cheeks at the same time that Kacchan’s explosions pop dangerously close to Sero’s face.

Luckily, that’s when Aizawa-Sensei literally rolls in and suddenly the desks are put together by the time he’s upright. Noticeably still in that horrendous banana yellow caterpillar sack, but upright nonetheless.

“Will someone tell me why Midoriya-San was full cowling down the hall?” He drones, already too done to even fathom the possible answers.

A hand shoots up, and it’s no surprise that it’s Iida’s.

“Bakugo-San and Midoriya were having a bit of a scuffle—“

“Again?” He interrupts, just annoyed at the common occurrence at this point.

“Yes, sensei.”

“That’s the third time this month.” Kacchan sucks his teeth at the remark. “Earphone Jack, Creati.” The bloodshot, dried eyes of the insomniac glance between the two in question. “You both work well together. Find the problem child before the bell rings. If you can do that, I’ll give an extra 5 credits to your participation grade for today. However, lost time won’t be made up. Rendezvous with your friends. Heroes don’t have time to ‘make up’ their missions.”

Yaomomo is the first to raise her hand, face scrunched in objection. “Sensei—“

“Unfortunately for whatever you have to say, heroes are not able to decline calls to action if they’re able, either. Imagine a mother’s child dying because you dawdled.”

Him and finding the oddest times to give some strangely amazing advice. He’s not wrong, but he’s definitely twisting the system so he doesn’t have to go searching himself. The man is on a prosthetic leg though.

It’s not until thirty minutes later the three of us return, heaving a stick, leaf, and splinter ladled me by my shoulders.

“S-sorry, sensei.” I bow my head, nervously smiling. By the quiver of my lip, any other person might’ve thought I was about to laugh. But this is class 2-A. They know I’m on the verge of tears with anxiety.

Aizawa-Sensei does nothing but pinch his nose bridge and groan. “Just sit.”

And this class begins, Bakugo sending the occasional calculated glance at Midoriya.

12:13 PM / Katsuki Bakugo

“Dude! You freaked! I mean— more than usual! Like— this was going crazy! It was entertaining as hell—“

“You almost got your ear exploded off,” Sero interrupts the honey haired boy with a small snicker.

“You did too! And well, yeah, that wasn’t entertaining.” He deflates at the memory but perks right up when he gets back to storytelling. Y’know, as if they were not literally there.

Kaminari blabbers on and on, throwing in the odd joke or two about how Izuku slipped away like the fucking Pink Panther with the way he tip toed. Like I was one of those red light laser systems, poised to go off at any moment if you only breathed in the wrong way.

Of course I fucking would. That asshole knows what he’s got comin’, going through my shit. He shouldn’t be so damn surprised I was ready to leave him in tatters. I would disintegrate him with my eyes if I could. The ones that were currently downcast and staring into nothing.

Kirishima leans forward a little from his side of the lunch table, across from me, to tap the space in my view. It’s one quick tap. He knows it’ll get my attention ‘cause I hate it when people do it. It’s as if they’re treating me like a dog, tapping in front of me. Makes me wanna bite their finger off and show them a real bitch. Still, the tap is light enough that the others continue to be too deep in gossip land to notice whatever we’re about to say.

“You good?”

My airhead expression falls right back into a scowl.

“I’m as good as someone with detention can be.” I’d punch his highlighter head if I didn’t like him so much. Tolerated him more than others, at least.

“How long’s it this time?”

“An hour after school. ‘Said I gotta watch Eri ‘cause he knows I hate it.”

“What else?”

I narrow my eyes, leaning closer to Kirishima. “What’s it to you?” The fucker doesn’t pry, thank God. Why’s he doing it now?

“I’m worried.” He shrugs as if it’s normal. “You keep getting in detention.”

My narrowed eyes go to slits by the time I'm finished blinking. “Yeah, well, it’s my business if I do. Not any of yours.”

He only folds his arms and leans back, scoffing. “It’s plenty my business, dear ol’ Kats—“

“Quit calling me that, Jaws,” I grit out. He knows I hate that dumbass nickname. For one—it’s way too cutesy for my liking. ‘Kats’. I don’t have fucking paws. I am not a cat. And if I were, I’d scratch your face and vomit on you before you can say “Kah”.

Nonetheless, he continues. “You’re my friend. I don’t surround myself with people who aren’t manly, and people who aren’t manly go to detention.”

“‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“People who aren’t manly are losers to you, stoplight. I ask again: ‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“The point is stop going to detention.” I roll my eyes. Okay, so he’s calling me a loser. Maybe going to detention isn’t very cool.

“And I don’t mean skipping, just in case you get ideas— even though I know you wouldn’t,” he says, for no reason, might I add. I wouldn’t skip classes unless there was a literal life threatening situation.

“Now, here’s your cookie.” He stuffs a spicy, sweet wafer in my mouth, watching with content as I shift from getting ready to blow his head off to being pacified by the combo of flavors.

Todoroki whisks by at that convenient moment, holding a book open. He looks so similar to Izuku, furiously taking notes once he sees even the slightest noteworthy thing. He’s even got his tongue stuck out to the side as Izuku usually does. Speaking of, what the hell noteworthy thing am I doing right now? “That cookie looks good.” And there goes my answer.

“The recipe’s homemade!” Kirishima chimes.

“Ooh, Kiri, can I have one?” Sero’s practically eating one with his eyes. “Just one nibble or something?”

Mina’s next in line to whine. “Yeah, c’mon, don’t hog!”

“Okay, okay!”

The mention of food has officially brought the other oafs into our conversation. He passes a cookie around to everyone, halting at Kaminari, who seriously cannot take spicy shit at all.

“Why can’t you ever make something normal?”

I lick the crumbs off my fingers, noticing Kirishima grin hard enough for his big cheeks to hurt. Yeah, the cookies are good. Whatever.

“Why can’t you grow some balls, dunceface?”

The others snicker, all except Todoroki.

“But doesn’t Kaminari already have—“

“Nevermind!” Mina pipes up before he can ruin a good joke.

I snag another wafer-cookie whatever the fuck and look up at Mr. Pill. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

“I’m taking notes on that cookie. You mentioned there was a recipe, Kirishima.”

He nods.

Todoroki blinks once. Twice. “Can I have it?”

“You bake!?” Sero bursts, lips pulled in a wide smile. He’s too enamored to realize he’d completely overshadowed Ei and the fact that he was supposed to answer.

“I didn’t know Todo-Chan baked!” Pinky’s hands smack on the table to prop herself up in all her excitement. “You and Sato-Chan should totally bake together sometime. It’d be a flavor party!”

“I thought you’d like bland stuff.” Kaminari is surprisingly less energy filled than the others, instead just curious.

“Baking’s super manly, man!” Kirishima shouts.

Todoroki just shrugs at all their enthusiasm.

“My friends like sweets, so I learned.”

“Well, this ain’t sweet.” I take a large chomp from another cookie. “‘S spishee,” I growl through the mush in my mouth.

“My friends like spice as well.”

That makes all of us raise our brows. Todoroki’s friends like spice? As in— Iida, who’s a stickler for just a chip as opposed to something with “nutritional value”? Midoriya who’s eyes water after “too much” ketchup? Uraraka who… to be honest, she can handle her spice, but can’t take a taki. She’s probably at “spicy” Doritos level.

Sero hooks an arm around Todoroki’s shoulders and grins, small and sly. “Ah, I get it. We’re your friends.” The oh’s on Mina and Kaminari’s face are almost immediate.

“I never said I was peppermint’s friend.” I grumble. The dumbasses continue with their cooing and I continue emptying Kirishima’s container.

“You wanna make cookies for us, Todo?” Mina purrs, cozying up to the boy’s other side. Her eyes bat all coaxing-like.

“No,” he glances down at her, and it takes her a second to realize he’s not being smart with her. Just being as socially inept as he usually is. “You guys are my friends, but they’re not for you.”

“Oh.” Sero and Mina glance between each other, but Kirishima’s the first to ask the big question.

“Who’re you makin’ ‘em for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell?” Dunceface and Elbows ask in unison.

“I can’t tell.”

“Sometimes I just wanna mangle your stupid, inexpressive mug— the shitheads wanna know why, you dumbass,” I grumble.

The dumbass in question blinks, and nods. “I can’t tell.” We all collectively groan. “I can’t.” And the boy shrugs.

“You can’t tell us why you want a spicy cookie recipe and you can’t tell us why you can’t tell us you…” Kaminari freezes, brows pinched. “What was I saying again, Kiri? I-I was definitely saying something— I know it made sense.”

“Mhm.” The redhead snickers at his best friend—but I’m really the best friend ‘cause I’m the best in everything—and replies in kind. “He can’t tell us why he wants the cookie recipe, or why he can’t tell us why he can’t tell us he needs the recipe.”

Kaminari’s eyes are wide as he hugs his own sides, so Sero offers him a pat on the back as consolation. I guess I'd pat him too, if I only I hadn’t turned my hearing aids down. Yeah, hearing aids. Setting off explosions only a few feet from your ears since the age of four does that to you.

“You’re correct, Kirishima. Now, the recipe? Please.”

He nods with the widest smile. “I can text it to you before the day ends. Probably before training with All Might.”

“Anytime before Saturday is a good time.”

Saturday? I perk up. I’m allowed to be fucking nosy. “What’s happenin’ Saturday?”

“Uh…” Uh? Since when was Todoroki capable of saying uh? “I wanna buy the products as soon as possible. For my friend.”

I freeze, eyes narrowing at my Tupperware. It was then that we’d all had the same thought, but Mina was the first to voice it. “Frien—“ Sero’s tape shoots to cover her mouth at a practiced speed. “Mm!! Mm, hm!?” She squeals, and he shakes his head with an eerily serious grimace.

“If you’ll text me the recipe, then I don’t have a reason to be here anymore.” Todoroki bows at a right angle. “Please excuse my interr—“ is that a blush on his goddamn ears?

Kirishima’s the one who covers Kaminari’s mouth when he almost makes the mistake of commenting on it.

Half n’ half stalks away, cradling that book of secrets. Just when he’s out of earshot— “America has a problem.” I lean in, narrowing my eyes at each of my tolerable twits.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari are sat back down and huddled in, already ready to conspire.

“No shit he does. Look at the way he walked off. Like that book was treasure!” Sero whisper-shouts, throwing his hands around.

“I didn’t even know Todo-Chan was capable of blushing!”

Kirishima shushes Mina for being a bit too loud, then ducks right back into our little circle. “Bakugo and Sero are right though. He was totally suspicious. I mean, yeah, we’re all Uber closer now after the…”

“You know,” Kaminari murmurs.

“Yeah, that.” Kirishima takes a shuddering breath at the memories. Bloody and grave. “Anywho, yeah, we’re close. But no one just walks up with a notebook for a reason as small as spicy cookies. I didn’t even tell anybody I made them.” He folds his arms and scoffs. “It’s like the guy knew or something. He couldn’t have had a notebook ready that damn fast.”

“He couldn’t have. But a freckled fuck I know keeps at least one paper and pen on deck at all times.” I pointedly glance behind myself, and their eyes follow that glance. The�� “dekusquad”—God, do I hate that that’s what we’re calling them now—don’t look suspicious though. “Shitty de—zuku is in on it,” I interrupt myself midway through the nickname Izuku has told me multiple times he doesn’t mind.

“And did you see the way he seemed almost more interested when you said they were spicy? Who here even likes spicy cookies over regular cookies!?” Kaminari sounds like he’s straining to keep his voice under a hearing level.

Of course that’s the part Kaminari zeroes in on. It is a detail to point out, but not that big. Sero shrugs.

“They were good, but not better than a regular cookie, Ei. No offense.” Mina smiles up at him.

“Whatever, I made them only to satisfy Kats’ hell-hot buds anyway.”

“Which they are.” He blinks a few times, eyes ripped to my deadpan. “Satisfied.”

“Thanks?”

“Ain’t nothing’ to thank. They were good.”

“Kats—“

“Simple as that.”

RING!!

“Shit, the bell!” Kaminari’s packing his unfinished lunch at lightning speed.

“I’ll feel so bad if I have to see that hollow shell of a man looking any more depressing if we’re late to his training,” Sero grumbles as he grabs his belongings with his tape.

“Well don’t remind me!” Mina wails.

Kirishima’s laughing under his breath as he pulls his bag on. “I don’t think All Might will get depressed if you guys are a little late. It’s not manly, yeah, but it’s not world ending.”

The others can scramble to class all they want. I’ve got a plan for the green team. They wanna send spies on me? Jokes on them, I’ve been watched all my goddamn life.

“Whatchu want?” Kirishima squints at me, only teasing. I fold my arms and lean my hip into the edge of the table.

“Shut up and I’ll tell you. You, me, after school.”

“Session?”

What the hell? “No— Fuck, no. Not fuckin’ weed, Ei.”

He only shrugs. “It could’ve been weed. It sounded like weed. It should’ve been weed.”

Why the hell would I want weed?

“No. No, it shouldn’t have. Nevermind—I mean, we need to talk. I got somethin’, and I need ya’ to go along with it.”

“‘You have a plan?”

“Yeah.”

The asshole looks at me. Scrutinizing as if it’s impossible for the top of our fucking class to come up with a plan so fast. I can imagine everywhere he’s looking. The knick in my brow from the war, the worry line just barely coming to shape on my forehead. Basically, every part of me that’s only formed ‘cause of that damn war. I’d rather drop dead than let him think I’m weak.

“Why were you chasing Midoriya—“

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Kats—“

“I told you to knock that—“

“Why not? To the name and… this morning. I thought it was just ‘cause Mina and the others were around that you wouldn’t tell.”

He knows he’s prying, and yet he’s testing me anyway. Regardless of Mina’s big gossipy mouth, I wouldn’t tell a soul. It’s not their business.

“I told you I’m not talking about it, and the extras weren’t the reason why. Plus, that name is fucking ugly by the way.”

“We made it for you though.” He grins.

“‘Don’t mean it don’t suck.” I nudge my head towards the exit, where the bulk of our year is off to. “C’mon, before my perfect no lateness record blows up.”

Kirishima kicks into a jog but raises his brow at me anyway. “But we’re still not done talking. You still haven’t told me—“

“Okay, Johnny Bravo, if I gotta tell you—“

“Who the fuck is Johnny Bravo?”

“—that one buff guy? Y’know, that one show about the guy who’s all macho and has gigantic man tits— nevermind, stop interrupting!” I can feel sparks starting in my palms and he’s not making it any better. “As I was saying, I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’! It’s me and shitnerd’s business. Not yours, not Soyface’s, and not anybody else’s. Got it?”

He mimics catching a ball, dropping it ever so slowly on the floor, and pouting up at me. I swear I’ll kill him one day.

“One day they’ll be sending your ass back to Fatgum. ‘Cause I’ll beat you so bad your quirk will be unusable.”

“Kats, your plays on words are getting too many steps—“

“‘Wasn’t even a play on words, but I’ll give you a more pea-brained threat: I’ll eat you.”

“Hell yeah! Love who you love. I mean, don’t love me though.”

I sigh. My friends are so… stupid.

Most of our class is already huddled around the symbol of peace by the time we arrive. All Might still insists on showing up in his buff form until he starts choking blood, even though no one needs or wants him to. Though, it’s not like anyone wants to crush his spirit by saying anything about it.

“I am here, my students!” the man bellows, as if we don’t have eyes.

Kaminari hails him, before Iida jabs his sharp as hell elbow in the blond's side.

Our training begins.

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A/N TIME !!!

Hope anyone who read this enjoyed :) This A/N is long ash tho, can y’all tell I’m a yapper

Anywho, finally posting the fanfic I’ve been working on 😭 literally only 2 chapters and the beginning of a 3rd in because I have such a bad habit of forgetting things I started, remembering, forgetting, not liking, and repeating the cycle. I got really inspired reading The Way You Used to Do planning this out though. Read it last year and my friends haven’t heard silence since.

If I don’t think this is ass by the time I finish I might post to ao3 as well (probably in like 10 yrs LOL idk how fanfic writers can consistently write chapters and finish with 200k words in like 4 months) this is basically my form of beta-ing when my bsf isn’t available lol

Also, I’ve kinda just been writing in a google doc without a title because it was originally an “x reader” but then the plot I planned got too interesting 🤷🏾‍♀️ I think “I’m Sorry for You” fits the narrative I’ve built though. If anyone wants to know why, id be happy to explain ^^ Anywho, I always think those existential “the stars r ur eyes” or whatever titles were so pretty and I wanted to have something like that but my brain always blanks out when I have to think of a title. Womp womp.

If anyone is interested, I also have a doc for planning, with character headcanons and analyses. I have a visceral hatred for OOC works and while most will say that it is so, they can just be so far from source material that I’ll die reading it. In addition, I made a little playlist to help me brainstorm plot and think about bakudeku dynamics.

[dooplissss]

Long time lurker, saw your tag, go off about emmett and his gf im nosy.

thank you beloved i am kissing you if you so desire

ok. god. where do i start. ok so my oc Emmett is my newest dnd pc, he's. his life sucks so much.

my beautiful little guy had this lovely life on top of a mountain in the town of Annona, a quaint colorful place that is a bit of a tourist destination. His dad died about 8 years ago, right before his family adopted his little brother Eliseo, and so Emmett and Eliseo are really close to their mom Jazmin. They run a small restaurant together and importantly Emmett's dad was essentially the spiritual leader for the town for their goddess Mama Pallay (pal-lay), so losing him put the whole town in a bit of a tizzy. It wasn't said outloud that Emmett had to take his place but it certainly was implied, he just wasn't ready to take it up yet. Maybe someday, just not now.

Cue Marasmus, a little mushroom on the hillside that was plucked and sold at the farmers market, where Jazmin picked him up and served him to Emmett for dinner. She didn't know what would happen next, she really didn't and she's gonna seem like a bad guy but she isn't. Emmett ate this mushroom and it began to eat him alive, putting Emmett to sleep and walking and talking in his place until Emmett was barely conscious for months at a time.

Then one night at a congregation Emmett was about to feed a mushroom to his brother and it Woke Him Up, he wasn't asleep inside his body anymore. And he ran, he went home and packed his things as fast as he could only for his mom to block his way. And she knew that voice in his head, Marasmus, by name, begged Emmett to stay. Emmett escaped her grasped and ran away from home as far as he could, all while this voice in his head is yelling at him to turn back.

And he's been running ever since, while this awful thing possessing him tears him down and tells him he should feed people mushrooms that he doesn't understand the purpose of. He's done some dangerous things to get rid of this thing but nothing works, it always brings him back to life with more and more rot every time. So now he's a Pact of the Undead Warlock and hates every second of it

Then comes Yulissa, this lovely 6'6 deer firbolg who is so sweet to him. They run an errand together where she accidentally gets dunked into the ocean and Emmett offers her his gloves and she's immediately like. Oh. This man is so sweet. I think I'm a little in love with him. and Emmett (and me) is completely oblivious to this until later on he divulges some of his story and Yulissa promises she's here for him, he's not alone anymore, and he instantly falls in love against his better judgement. he has nothing he can give to her but she doesn't ask for anything other than to like her, not even love her just tolerate her and he can't help being head over heels for her

And now it turns out Yulissa is supposed to be a human sacrifice and over his already dead body will that happen, he's gone from so woe-is-me to I need to save her and I'll do anything it takes to get there, we will get our happy ending, I need her to see her worth just as she sees the worth in me. also they are purple and yellow bc i love complementary couples so much and they just AUGH

like he's basically a shambling corpse thats slowly rotting away and this person sees him and says 'I'm going to protect you, you've been through enough, let me help you' when all he's heard in his ear is consume consume consume i'm. i'm crazy about them. i could go on and on and on and i sure have i'm just having such a fun time with them. and it helps that the friend i'm playing in the space with is so fun and always has such brilliant ideas about them and we're just circling each other around this sweet little ship that could and i'm just having blast ok post over

[nix-rose]

I almost danced with joy when i saw this, its so cute!! thanks for the tag @once-upon-an-imagine!!!

To celebrate 2023 coming to an end, create a moodboard inspired by your favourite memories of the year and answer any (or all) of the questions below

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 2. Top 3 artists of 2023 3. Top 3 albums of 2023 4. Top 3 movies of 2023 5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 6. Top 3 books of 2023 7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024

top 3 songs would be: Sex on Fire - kings of leon, ...ready for it? - Taylor Swift, and I think he knows - also Taylor Swift

top 3 artists were: Taylor Swift, Simon Franglen(the avatar 2 soundtrack gets my writing brain turned on-) and Hozier

top 3 albums might be: Speak Now, Reputation, and Unreal Earth

top 3 movies are: Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, Barbie, and Spider-man Across the Spiderverse

top 3 tv shows would be: Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, and Stranger Things

top 3 books (this is gonna be hard cuz i didnt read much other than fanfics so heres my fav fics) : Prove me Wrong (Billy Hargrove x oc) by @hogwartsandhawkins, Twenty four hours (Eddie Munson x reader) by @ghost-proofbaby and last and definitely not least, She Drives Me Crazy (Steve Harrington x reader) by @upsidedownwithsteve

top youtubers: Brett Cooper, Jordan Howlett and Kall-me-Kris

top podcasts is only one and its called Typology (It's about the enneagram types.)

top video games: (My little cousins got me hooked on this one) Mech Arena and Unravel

top 3 celeb crushes: Jensen Ackles, Ryan Reynolds, Timothy Chalmette.

top 3 fictional crushes: Peter Quill, Dean Winchester, and Billy Hargrove

top 3 places i visited: Sandpoint - Idaho, Central California, Key West - Florida

top 3 new things i tried: Performed my first paid gig, went to a haunted house, dyed my hair purple

top 3 things im grateful for in 2023: My family and friends, my music, my seemingly endless void of opportunities.

top 3 things im looking forward to in 2024 are: Playing music in Nashville, vacationing with my childhood friend for a week, Reputation TV(hopefully)

no pressure tags: @steph-speaks @hogwartsandhawkins @ghost-proofbaby @avgvstlover @theemporium @coffeeandbatboys @xxskycrystalxx @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor and anyone else who would like to join!!

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 11: deal

the next day, rina woke up to a slew of good morning messages to hao. 

haohao 🐼:

good morninggg nanabear

10:15am

good morning?

i rlly pulled out that cringey nickname for u

and this is how you repay me ?

11:00am

even he was weirded tf out..

12:15pm

you better be dreaming abt me

12:45pm

riri 🐼

i was dreaming abt juyeon actually 😘

good morning haohaobear 

that doesn’t sound as cute as nanabear

haohao 🐼

yeah you're sick

and it’s afternoon now idk if you know this yet

riri 🐼

wrdgaf

what are you doing today?

haohao 🐼

im literally about to die of boredom

i kept scrolling youtube and got to the point where i’m watching a honey

badger fight off a bunch of lions

riri 🐼

you know what would make your day better?

haohao 🐼

hmm idk humor me

riri 🐼

buying breakfast and bringing it to meeeee

haohao 🐼

you're gonna give me a house tour?

riri 🐼

house is a strong word

it would take one 360 spin and you're done!

haohao 🐼

send me the address and i’ll be there asap 

riri 🐼

this is why you’re my favorite person on the planet kinda

rina sprang up from her bed, eager to get ready to see hao. she may or may not have hastily stuffed everything in sight into her closet to create the illusion of cleanliness. when he said "asap," he meant it. in the midst of fixing her hair in front of the mirror, the doorbell buzzed.

"who is it?" she teased.

through the peephole, she could see his amused expression. "vogue 73 questions."

the moment she opened the door she yanked him in roughly.

“are you trying to dislocate my shoulder?” he pouted.

“my neighbor is on the balcony.” she closed the door behind him.

“you’re acting like i’m beyonce. i promise you the grandma living next to you has not a clue who i am.” he plopped on her couch, laying out the breakfast on the coffee table. 

the two shared a meal while binge watching dramas. "watching" might not be the most accurate term; they chatted incessantly, offering commentary on every single scene. they were the kind of people you should never go to the movies with—they'd talk your ears off, sounding more like characters themselves than the ones on screen.

as they progressed through the episodes, they found themselves gradually edging closer on the couch. each thought they were slyly shifting a millimeter every ten seconds. eventually, they both scooted over at the same time, resulting in them turning to each other and bursting into laughter at their synchronized stupidity.

“you thought you were slick,” rina laughed at hao’s shocked face.

“me? you were doing the same thing!” he poked her side.

he gave in to his wants and snaked his arm around her, snuggling into the crook of her neck. even peppering faint, feathery kisses on her collarbone.

“hao, are you trying to put me into cardiac arrest?” rina whined.

as his kisses ventured lower, rina’s doorbell buzzed unexpectedly. they looked at each other confused as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

peering through the peephole, she was met with haemin and hyemi waving at her. she quickly turned to how and signaled him to go hide in her room. she opened the door just enough for her to stick her head out, “can i help you?”

haemin pushed the door open, “i thought we could all hang out.” she looked like she was looking for something, more specifically someone.

rina watched them make their way to the couch and tried to sneakily kick hao’s shoes out of sight.

“big breakfast?” hyemi snarked.

“can you guys come another time? i’m planning to go out right now.” rina knew she shouldn’t piss them off given what they know about her.

“where? can we tag along?” 

haemin was almost a whole new person—someone that was one the sweetest best friend rina could ask for turned into somewhat of a mean girl. it was totally out of her character. it truly doesn’t take much for a friendship to turn sour.

“okay, i’m not going anywhere. what is this about?” 

“is there a reason you don’t want us here?” haemin tilted her head with a mocking tone evident in her voice.

“what do you want from me. we all know what this is about; let’s not play dumb.”

“i have a deal for you,” hyemi walked closer to rina “get me jebewon’s phone numbers and address, and i won’t spill the beans about your little relationship.”

rina looked at the girls incredulously. she knew they had bad intentions but this crossed so many lines. haemin was always a big fan of idols, but never displayed sasaeng behaviors. this revelation was a punch to the gut for rina. it always hurts when someone you know so well proves that you didn’t know their true nature

“you don’t even have proof of anything.” she forced out a nervous chuckle.

“you think we don’t know about your park dates? could you be any sloppier?” an insulting tone laced in haemin’s words. “i know he’s in your room, you are so predictable, rina.”

“what would you even do with the phone numbers and address? they could easily change their numbers, and they have security.”

“we could sell information on them,” hyemi chimed in “it’s your choice, you wouldn’t want to see your baby boy get hate, would you?”

“text me your decision, or we’ll do what we have to do.” haemin said before the two finally left.

rina walked over to her room to see hao fast asleep on her bed, she could’ve sworn they only talked for five minutes. she sat next to him and smiled at his cute expression—eyebrows furrowed his lips slightly parted. however, her smile faded once she realized the choice she had to make. how could she possibly win in that situation? she knew the difficulties that would come with dating an idol, but she didn’t know those difficulties would arise from her supposed best friend.

she looked out her windows and doors to see if haemin and hyemi were watching her. she wouldn’t put it past them to do a stakeout for blackmail.

should we just stop seeing each other? she thought to herself. she didn’t want it to come to this, but she felt a great sense of guilt. dating scandals can very well ruin images. she didn’t want to be a source of stress and trouble for him and his group. all these thoughts caused tears to well up in her eyes and soon stream down her face. she didn’t want to lose him, but she didn’t want to hurt his livelihood. i can’t tell him about this.

[sidesteppostinghours]

9 and 25 for all of them !! :)

evening gideon!! thank you for the ask :]

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

ok. so. the thing about me is that i dont actually listen to music all that often??? its mostly when i draw digitally, and im primarily a traditional artist so i dont really know that many songs. i also have shitty memory so its hard for me to remember quotes. aka this is a pretty hard question for me to answer, but i will try my best:

Caine-"Oh, captain, make up your mind/Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time/'Cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain/And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane" - Ship in a Bottle (fin)

honestly ive never really associated this song with him before but i looked into the lyrics just to see whether it had anything i could think of them with and theres??? actually a bunch of lyrics there that fit???? like to the point i was struggling to decide which one to use for this. but i think this one, the second chorus, really encapsulates the biggest parts of their character. hes the decision maker out of all my steps, the one that knows how to make the logical choices and think his way out of a problem. but hes on a time limit. he doesn't know when it will end, just that it will at some point, and they cant stop if they want everything done in time. also sight and eyes is something i associate caine with a lot, especially closing your eyes/refusing to see. "you get lost in your brain/and you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane." COUGHS. coughs. caine has the most gates open out of all my steps. i also fully intend to make them the source of hb 2.0. yeah.

Cyrus- HE WAS THE ONLY ONE I THOUGHT OF AN ANSWER FOR STRAIGHT AWAY AND I SPRINTED TO HIS TAG JUST TO FIND THE POST

look him in the eyes and say this to his face. he will look like he got hit by a freight train.

Cecilia- another quote!

im just gonna go ahead and put my own tags to this one because thats where i put it best:

#thinking about this again with ceci#the best part is the bullet hole#like yeah shes not ready to face the fact that everything shes been doing up till now#was just to distract herself from the absolute misery life became after heartbreak#she has FRIENDS she has people she CARES about and they even seem to like her back!!!!#she even has a girlfriend!#isnt that enough?#tell her thats enough#cecilia rider

theres a reason shes a thrill seeker yall.

Cynthia- "I swear, I'm so fucking sorry/I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all/But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all" - Against the Kitchen Floor (Will Wood)

uh. *looks at cynthias relationship with ortega* uhhhh. *looks at cynthias relationship with sidestep*. uhhhhhhhh.

this song was also difficult to choose lyrics out of, but there is just something so special about girls who simply have to be the best they can to make up for the sin of being. there is something equally as special about girls who take their past selves as judge, and their lover as executioner. also "im not a good person, im barely a person at all" kills me. the regene flavouring on that line??? utterly insane of mr wood to make a song just for her.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

THESE BITCHES ARE SO CONTRADICTORY!!! THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING CLASHING ABOUT THESE FUCKERS AND ITS DELICIOUS. not even just trait wise, but with their themes? their core ideals? their relationships???? its always some sort of fucking fundamental difference shaping the way they act and i am Obsessed with it. also all of them are dangerous and it makes me vibrate a little bit. rangers you are so lucky that none of them are interested in leaning into being a full blown villain. but this question is,,, also difficult to answer because idk how to pick just one favourite lmfao. i will attempt it though.

Caine- he is the normalest guy around. there is also something Deeply Wrong with him. my favourite thing about caine would probably be how fun it is to dive into his psyche! ill often have times where i get bored of them and wonder why i got so interested in the first place, and then i get hit with another round of it and i remember "oh right! its because hes insane." his whole character revolves around what is going on inside their brain, from their high subterfuge to their connection with heartbreak and his relationship with the puppet. theyre the most fun to play with in their mind.

Cyrus- god. my favourite thing about him is a tie between his stubbornness and his surprisingly strong sense of empathy. both of those were the things keeping him from becoming a villain in the first place, and now its whats stopping him from going back to being a hero. i want him to confront what hes become so bad yall dont understand-

Cecilia- cecilia is just. a breath of fresh air. shes easy and super fun to play, and while she certainly has her moments (i am looking directly at the checkpoint three mortum reveal scene), shes mostly lighthearted fun cruising through the game as nothing more than a silly guy. i think the next game will actually dig into her character more deeply and allow me to showcase the parts of her shed usually keep hidden, but for now im having a good time getting her to kiss argent and embarrass her friends.

Cynthia- somebody come pick her up please before she starts crying in this club. she is crying because of me but lets not talk about that. i think my favourite thing about her is the contrast between her general wimpy sad lovergirl disposition and her revenge scar, and how she chooses to cope with it! because like,,,, it is just so so tasty watching her fumble with the overwhelming emotion, Especially since the emotion is hurting people. she never learned what to do with the anger! she does not want it! she wants to be as kind to other people as possible! "im not a bad dog, i dont know why i bite" etc etc. eventually she might figure it out, but Definitely Not Now lmfao.

questions from here!

[my-own-au-my-way]

KeikoXLeo

ROTTMNT One-Shot

Im proud of my OCs and could care less if anyone mingled mine with theirs in my Dm, as long as I get credit for my OCs.

Pro-Shippers or anti-Shippers do not interact!. This is my written universe thank you.

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Part 1.

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It was now few years after the Krang invasion, Leo was now a leader and made a new anti-crime unit. Its much like a special police force.

Although there were new problems arising in the city. A new variety of mutants were been created, but by whom is unknown. All that is known was how traces of a new kind of mutagen was left behind everytime.

Leo was now at yet another scene, a local bakery was rendered an absolute mess. Everything was torn apart, chairs broken and even tables were left in splinters. Only thing left behind were traces of a strange glowing substance along with baked goods all over the place.

"Hmm this is not gonna be a piece of cake it seems..."

He heard some snickering nearby, whirling around now on guard. It was all quiet now, with only his breathing been heard.

"Okay? Sooo a ghost?....nah!." He said to himself putting his katanas back in their sheaths, however still at the ready. He texted Donnie, asking him to send Shelldon over to scout the area. Donnie made a new Shelldon with the same memories. Shelldon uses a disk form, looks much like a U.F.O flying. Then Shelldon analyses the data back at the lair.

[Reblog only thank you]

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Tag any interested in my OC story unfolding. Not sure when it will continue due to writers block.

[gecko-vibes]

Hello!!! I saw your tags on a post and I'm so sorry but I simply must be nosey about your circus dnd character and their changeling partner 👀👀👀 please tell me more about them!!! (Only if you're comfortable of course!!)

OMG!! yes absolutely!! ok mild rant ahead aksjldh

So his name is Dorathel Lefevbre (Dolly as a nickname) he's a sheep themed tiefling! his dad was a sheppard so he grew up arround sheep a lot and he got picked up by the circus after an angry mob burned down his house (and potentially parents) cause they were dumb and afraid and thought they were raising a demon he was lk 9 he didnt actually SEE them die but he also hasnt been back to his home town ever since cause untill he sees the graves they might still be alive so BUT yeah the circus is awesome its all feywild themed! theres a hag, a watter nympth a centaur, all kinds of fun stuff! the owner of the circus used to be lk royalty in the feywild but moved over and brought some of his friends to start a circus cause no one was impressed by magic over there Dorathel is a tight rope walker and sword swallower glamor bard, and his partner is Zazel or Zee for short(they/them), a changeling who also got a kinda shit life, their parents were dopplegangers who used zazel to scam people and tried to sell them to the circus for profit so the circus owner actually said yes to get them out of that shitty situation They re a bit older than dorathel but they became really good friends and then lovers and grew up together as an acting duo! doing stunts and acrobatic stuff together! Zazel is a swords bard/rogue multiclass and they re a knife thrower (so lots of performances together of them throwing knives and dorathel being the assistant) they re very much incredibly in love lk they re THAT annoying couple just being obnoxious over how much they love each other asjkdad they ve also broken each other out of jail a few times for getting into trouble the circus leader disapeared out of nowhere, left only his jacket that he wears now everywhere, so Dorathel's main mission in a campaign whenever i play him will be to look for clues for what happened while Zazel stays at the circus shapeshifting into the leader to keep up appearances and keep the show going. They ve talked about getting married but want it to be special so they both agreed to bet on who can make the most over dramatic insane proposal first askjd with the leader back to officiate them/walk them down the isle! i already got their wedding outfits ready and all! Dorathel is gonna spend all the time just either using Sending every day to check on them or just constnatly write letters back and forth akjsd have some art of them! ps! the golden ribbon thing they both have on the tail and neck, is made from 2 halfs of the first ticket they ever sold for their act together! this way they re always together (and dorathel can recognize Zazel no matter what shape they take <3)

thats mostly it i think! dorathel was my first ever dnd character and has gone through a lot of changes across the years, i put a lot of my self in him and its been a really great way to explore gender expression so he really means a lot to me, and its super fun to have 2 ocs super in love for whenever i wanna draw wholesome content, currently in a campaign with a different character cause it fit better thematically, so i cant wait to play with Dorathel one day! <3 hope you enjoy it and thank you again for asking! i draw nearly exclusively my own dnd characters so im always down to talk about them to whoever is interested ^^ (do feel free to dm me if you wanna/are comfortable to talk about any character of yours i d love to hear about them as well!)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

FR!! I love the whole universe that’s been established through all the characters and dynamics like >>>> and it’s also not just ships palooza which is honestly refreshing

No because sometimes I find some Naoya memes funny where people are shitting on him and even his character is sometimes SO ridiculously misogynistic it’s funny like how do you even exist?? I love naoya slander jokes fr though (I forgot but it’s literally so ironic apparently the way Naoya speaks is a bit lost in translation and he kinda talks like a little girl according to some jp users who’ve pointed it out?? Like BRO) but yeah the only thing he has going for him is his face card maybe (also I originally thought his hair was gonna be green but)

Oh I was not aware oh that foreshadowing!!! Haha!! Self sacrifice!! Lol!! It’s ok y/n’s alive now though so!! But yeah anyways I’m also like…in the scope of jjk0 there’s quite literally only (including y/n) 5 characters/classmates that fit into like the friend group positions? And excuse the collateral slander one of which is a bear, the other quite literally cannot talk, one who acts like a bully, one who was BULLIED like adding ocs helps broaden the dynamic possibilities a lot more?? Like there’s ofc no problem NOT adding ocs but I don’t see how you can blame someone for wanting to add them because that’s literally the tiniest class of students I’ve ever seen?? Let’s give our protag some more friends…also if you don’t like it just close the tab and go for a different fic?? I seriously don’t understand the need to vocalize complaints like this when they won’t benefit the anyone in any way like also wait THAT WAS THE COMMENT?? Wow really came full circle with BLLK Karasu and PI but BRUH yeah maybe it’s just a wattpad thing….although this is kinda unrelated I’ve also seen some really rude anons here too? Like I’ll just scroll through a tag or a blog and I see like, someone asks anonymously and goes “you’re so fucking annoying and your work is shit” BRO WHO IS COMPELLING YOU TO SAY THIS??? The fact that they take the time of day to go find their ask box and submit something like what does this achieve?? The audacity of some people it was nice to see other blogs like quote reposting and calling anon out for doing such heinous shit but what even….

I’m laughing like theoretically when I put the puzzle pieces together…yes bf material..? But also my brain says um. LMAOAOA it’s so funny I mean I don’t doubt that he would be a good bf but I can’t wrap my head around bf material and todo being in the same sentence HAHAHA

The shitty familial clans always get me the fact that they kept refusing to heal sorcerers associated with y/n?? And then tullia was truly the final straw…but so real I know they aren’t l/ns but I mean dad’s side of the family smh the hiiragis too in hollyhock <<<<<<

“Quick and easy” LMAOOO sorry it makes me laugh sm because in the span that we’ve been talking there’s already been multiple incidents of “this turned out way longer than it was supposed to” HAHAHA yk…if you just make an approximation and multiply it by 2.5 i think you’ll be good LMAO bro really said lemme churn out the Walmart version for otoya so I can get cracking on masterclass version for Karasu (I say Walmart version lightly because I know it’ll still be top tier LOL) but honestly so real gotta do the best for our man karasu

Ok by association (?? Ik there’s a better word than this but I can’t think of it LMAO) if otoyas is at 10k rn does that mean Karasu’s is gonna but the 20’s /j

Imagine it was angsty and karasu drowns (im joking no one dies in soccer!!!!!!!!!) but OMFG. I AM. SO. READY!!! LETS GOOO I LIVE FOR MEDIOCRITY COMPLEX KARASU ANGST!!! EVERYBODY CHEERED WAHOO ok but im fr so hyped for the lineup of BLLK fics you have in the works it’s been awhile since I’ve seen sm quality content being posted its such a change from the disappointingly inactive tags LMAO

This would be the crossover of the century y/n and her mom going to watch the BLLK u20 match causing and even BIGGER commotion with the press too like imagine all the cameramen who are there for the match swerving to look at the models LMAOOO I can imagine Yuki being really close to her and looking up to her almost like a mentor or cool aunt(kinda giving Gojo’s role to the jjk students except, well mrs l/n does not act like a teenager LMAOO) I bet Yukimiya would have to reign everyone in like a THATS MY BESTIE/BASICALLY MY SECOND MOM???? It’d be funny to see yuki kinda lose him temper like “no you stay TF away from them I will not allow you to taint them with your weirdness”

I’m ngl I was fr just a reader/lurker until recently, I actually used to just use the web version without an account because I was too lazy to set one up and have another thing potentially entering my email inbox until the site started forcing you to get the app which requires an account so I was like ok well gotta do what you gotta do….and then I proceeded to do exactly what I did before (literally just lurking and silently enjoying LOL) and not try to explore any of the app features and uh. Well here I am!! I’m sure I’ll figure it out someday when something prompts me to do so LMAO the platform in general is so interesting though especially compared to most other social media platforms out there!! I don’t feel like conquering that learning curve today oops

-Karasu anon

there def are some side ships (togetullia, mrs l/n and toji, elakshi and noritoshi) but for the most part yes there’s not a ton of romance going on!! plus of those three relationships only one even works out so 😓 truly the strength of pi imo is the platonic relationships it has (tullia and y/n will always be famous to me like it’s not at all romantic but the way they loved one another is so integral to the story it makes me emotional 🥹)

NAOYA IS JUST CRAZY TO ME LMAOAOA like he truly feels like a govt experiment…he kinda looks like raichi from bllk (or raichi looks like him idrk which one came first) but raichi is so enraged 24/7 that no one acknowledges his face card 😭💔

NO THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like sorry i want to have more than female character in my stories…sorry not every single character is in love w y/n…LMAO also yeah idk why people haven’t grasped the concept of just clicking another story HAHAHA like?? if you don’t like it then read something else!! why would i change how i like to write because some random on the internet is annoyed, esp considering how many people love my stories?? the entitlement is weird to me but i try not to complain abt it a lot because ik that in terms of hate i’m very lucky in that i’ve never gotten anything too bad…i have seen those types of anons it’s insane!! personally somehow i’ve avoided getting any myself HAHA idek what i’d do if i did 😩 i try to stay relatively unproblematic and in my lane on here so i haven’t ever gotten involved in tumblr drama like a lot of other accts have but i live in fear of the day that someone comes in my inbox and is a jerk 😰

when you think about it objectively todo is a good bf but when you see him you’re like “well…” HAHA i think having him as a weird rival bestie is the best in between because you get the benefits of him hanging out w you without it being romantic

THE DAD’S SIDE OF THE FAMILY IS ALWAYS THE ENEMY KFKFJDJD the hiiragis are so l/n coded too LMAO

please i need to just stop having expectations atp because i KNOW it’s going to be crazier than what i think…LMAO the otoya one is silly and unserious and more along the lines of the last part of fwtkac but i’m planning on having something a bit closer to the instrument for the karasu version where it’s more serious (we’ll see though because something abt tabieita brings out the crack fic writer in me so there’s a chance it’ll end up silly as well) HAHA as much as i love otoya i fear karasu deserves the best so my time love and energy will be going into his version

atm i’m hoping for something in like the 6-9k range for the karasu version?? so make of that what you will…the otoya version (which i should be posting in the next hour or so i hope) is almost 13k words so obviously i’m way off in my guesses as it’s over 3-4 times longer than i initially thought 😭 if the karasu version ends up being 20k words i might cry HKDJDJSK i think i’ll have written more for him than even nagi w peregrine at that point 😩

omg ykw just because you said that i’m going to make him drown LMAOAOAAO not permanently though but like 😏 mediocrity complex karasu my beloved…i’m so excited to get working on that HAHA i need to get the otoya version over with so i can focus on my main man 😢 HAHA i’m doing my best to contribute to the fandom i think i’ve written over 100k words of bllk fics since may so yk i’m putting in the work

LITERALLY omg y/n and her mother are the WAGs of all time 😭 everyone in the crowds in shock because it’s the most random soccer match ever and for some reason famous former model mrs l/n is there?? and her daughter is equally as pretty?? i feel like having endured the modeling industry mrs l/n would def take yuki under her wing and try to help him through it (maybe he was signed to the her old agency or smth) and she absolutely would NOT let y/n anywhere near that whole scene even though agents keep trying to scout her 😩 omg yuki would be sooo pressed it’s like that one tik tok sound that’s like “how old is your dad—” “TOO old for you!! and he’s married!! stay away from my dad guys he’s married!!” HAHAHA and if yuki and y/n are just friends and not dating at that point i bet otoya and aiku would try to rizz her up and she’d be so uninterested 😰 honestly besides yuki i could maybe see her going for hiori LMAOAOA so like imagine karasu’s face if he tries to flirt with her and she’s like “cool 👍 abt your friend though…😏🤩🥰” (the friend in question has zero clue what’s going on and is completely confused when she tries to talk to him)

it def is a learning curve but once you get it it feels intuitive ig?? until they throw another curveball at you 😰 even now i’m still discovering features that i didn’t realize existed 😳 i was def a silent reader/lurker for a while too!! i feel like i still am a lot of the time haha it doesn’t help that i rarely read other people’s fics because i’m usually working on my own 😓 if you ever need help w anything on here lmk though i will do my best to give advice 💪🏻

[sodabranch]

This Anon is never revealing their identity MWAHAHAHA!

I was thinking, in what scenario would Justice be able to waltz with an employee? Ship's too small, need to be alert at all times outside of it, as even an eyeless dog can appear fairly early. But wait... The Company moon!

Justice is certain to make for an amazing day off, after helping sell the scrap! Oh hey, is that a discounted boom box? It may not be the music of its taste, but it can dance however it likes, taking an employee for a literal spin. The others may laugh in amusement, but when the first employee decides to rest—Justice still energetic as ever—another agrees to take their place.

Lmao, Justice thinking it accidentally broke your sona's bones, seeing their limbs bend backwards for a moment. It does realise he doesn't have any, still confused, but relieved.

Be Justice's preferred time to clean the ship's interior from all that foreign moon dust that accumulated, as the employees can wait outside safely as it's busy. It's rather cramped in that ship, so it needs all the space. Occasionally taking a break to non-verbally scold an employee for toying with an extension ladder. Especially if they risked hurting whoever Justice perceives as its favourite.

I have a headcanon that Justice always has a complete deck of traditional playing cards on it. Or, as one employee put it, those "old people UNO cards".

(I'm done with this tangent, but now I must digress into another scenario, because I love Justice that much.)

If an employee is ever seen by an enemy nutcracker, Justice has a strange way with dealing with the situation. Standing in front of the employee, Justice makes some unknown gestures towards the other, who appears to understand.

Justice insists the employee stands still, as both nutcrackers turn their backs to each other and slowly take steps forward. With their weapons at the ready, they are about to have a duel. Obviously, Justice wins because of the magic power of friendship and the experience it gained from going outside to touch grass.

(I can't shut up. I can't shut up. I can't shut up.)

One thing I find interesting about it is it having a previous master/masters. Even if the bulk of Justice's mannerisms remain the same, I imagine it would be influenced by the experiences with OG master.

Imagine the original had a food allergy, so an employee has to explain that they don't have that same allergy, so may they please have that back?

Maybe the original had a tight schedule, needing an ample amount of sleep each night, or had children they needed help putting to bed. Justice would then insist the employees be in bed at a certain time. If it wasn't for the demanding work, needing the best rest they can get, it probably would've come across as overbearing.

And maybe the original had a condition, needing a consistent medication schedule, explaining why Justice is taking one of the containers of tic-tacs and handing one out to everyone each morning and night.

THE ask is already long enough so for the sake of not making a colour of the sky post I'm gonna put everything under a spoiler::: LONG LORE POST IG

FIRST OFF, I CAN'T BELIVE SOMEONE LIKED MY OC THIS MUCH IM IN SHAMBLES ANON,,,,,,, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME AND IM LIKE ???¿¿¿¿ WHAT DO I DO, WHAT, THIS IS TOO MUCH LOVE /pos /pos /pos

I'm going to break things into ideas because I HAVE TOO MANY:

In the drawing I made of Justice and the employee "dancing" (kinda one sided because if a Nutcracker just grabbed me and started twirling me around like that I would be scared shitless at first), I thought about like a first encounter in the mansion;; I was sadly too lazy to draw a bg for the scene but, I really like your ideas about Justice tagging along with some crew!!! It's honestly something I want to explore in more detail, but I wouldn't know how to put it in words, so I'm just noting down all your ideas on a notepad for later use JHADSHSDAHJ

^^ ALSO how would Justice cope with the fact that Socket is a slime like,,, it'll just have to learn to love hygros like it or not (I didn't think of Socket being in the same crew but honestly ?? It might happen now I just need more characters to fit the three other free spaces :3) I can just imagine how wholesome and whimsical the whole time in Gordion before the next mission would be,, Justice trying to up everyone's mood making edible meals out of the company rations, cleaning/tidying up the place and looking over at its crewmates from the distance as they busy themselves planning the next trip,,, just with a glint in its eye

Also yess!!! Even if years have passed, Justice would never forget its upbringing. I imagine there are rituals that have still stuck with it, for example tea time at an exact hour every day, or certain measures it has to follow while doing its chores...

I WONDER HOW IT FITS INTO THE SHIP like do you think the crew made it an special corner,,, having to rearrange their furniture just to fit their new friend.... WOULD THE COMPANY DO SOMETHING?? I guess they don't care as long as they meet the quota now that I think about it...

Oughhghghg and the way you described the duel,, I really don't want to know what would happen if Justice fails plesase DOn't speak to me /j

I think I covered everything but also consider your headcanons granted because Justice would definetely have a deck of cards in its hat.............. I MAY BE FORGETTING SOMETHING BUT YOU CAN COME BACK AND SCOLD ME IF I DID

[battle-for-the-prize]

hello everyone!

this is a catchall blog for all my osc related content/characters. be it ocs outside anything, or in one of my planned shows such as bfac or bftp or That other one without a name yet. i will occasionally post osc art on here and will blog abt them sometimes. heres some rules for the blog!

WHO CAN INTERACT?

this is a catchall for planned shows. i cant control their fanbases so any ages are fine! but i would prefer you being over 13 at least as some of these shows contain darker topics and themes.

but basic dni criteria still applies, ok? and no endo systems. no opinion on mspec lesbians because i dont know anything about them.

WHAT ARE THESE/WHEN WILL THEY BE RELEASED?

these shows (or games? ;]) are things i plan to release sometime in the future. but NOT the near future. likely years from now as i do not have the time/resources/skills/etc to make them right now and i have a project that will take priority over osc things first.

WILL THIS BE LIKE SOPI?

no. youre free to ask about the characters and ask about their designs/personalities/etc but i won't be releasing any like uhh... blog canon content for this. so basically, i can tell you about planned canon things. but im not gonna be telling you the story and whatnot.

CAN I DRAW YOUR CHARACTERS?

YES!!!!!! i am always willing to receive content of them. be it art, aus, ships,* or anything else, im willing to receive art! tag me in it! send it to me! hell even ASK which ones to draw!

*dont draw anything that would be bad. no incest, pedophillia, abuse, etc. no bad ships.

IS NSFW OKAY?

of non-minor characters, yes. just don't tag me in it/send it to me. youre free to put it on like paheal or r34 or whatever though. and no, i don't have a problem with seeing it. youre free to draw it. i encourage drawing it. i do it myself. i just dont want it sent to me unsolicited or without warning. if i wanna see it, ill seek it out, ok?

CAN I AUDITION FOR YOUR SHOWS/CAN I HELP WORK ON THE PROJECT?

sadly, no. i am not near ready for any help, nor production. i cant even start the show yet, and i don't have any way to really plan it right now. i am not looking for auditions or artists right now.

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THAT ONE SHOW?

[currently unnamed] is a show somewhat inspired by hfjone, lots, and the waiting room (the show, not the place in hfjone). with object characters having real human names, or going by other names (like absinthe) to conceal their identities. i haven't fully fleshed it out yet, but it will be darker than my other shows.

ARE YOUR SHOWS INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR A MORE MATURE AUDIENCE?

my shows are not intended for any particular audience. but as i write darker content in other projects and they might stumble across them, it might not be recommended to small children without parental guidance. [currently unnamed] is not recommended for children or "potentially sensitive" audiences.

my non osc projects are not recommended for children, "sensitive audiences", or those who are sensitive to very heavy topics including heavy/extreme blood/gore, violence, death, abuse, sexual content, extreme trauma and psychological horror.

i will not be posting about these non-osc related projects here, and any mentions of osc-related projects with any themes that could potentially be upsetting or triggering will be tagged with related tags such as "blood cw" or "gore cw" or "trauma cw". if i forget to tag these, please let me know. nobody's perfect, not even me somehow (/silly)

any darker fanfics, aus, or other content will be tagged with such tags OR posted the blog .inanimatez, and be wary as these aus WILL CONTAIN DARK TOPICS, INCLUDING ANIMAL DEATH.

but i am not likely to post about those here. if you ARE interested in that go follow the aforementioned blog!

WHAT IF I DRAW A SHIP WITHOUT KNOWING THE CHARACTER IS A MINOR?

well, that's not very likely. and yes i know this is a weird question. but i get the feeling other people didn't realize rocky is potentially intended to be a child at first (NO I DIDNT SHIP ROCKY WITH ANYONE!!! NO I DIDNT DRAW R34 OF HIM. BEFORE YOU GUYS EVEN ASK.)

if you draw a ship with a child character without realizing i won't despise you for it, as long as you didnt realize and stop doing it, and never do it again. that is NOT an excuse for pedophilia or proshipping. i will not tolerate proshipping, pedophilia, or suggestive or pornographic content drawn of ANY child characters, ESPECIALLY not my own. not in any project i make.

(honestly that above part really only applies to when the shows first begin. once its been a while youre just a sicko cause it will have been obvious by then.)

shipping teenager x teenager is fine. its a bit weird if youre not a minor. but its fine nonetheless, i dont care. its no different than shipping like i dunno danganronpa characters or something. (i Think theyre minors?)

this being said most of my characters in this are not minors, and i will generally specify if they are. if you draw any of that shit with child characters from [currently unnamed] you are not excusable!! i will have specified characters' ages in that series and you can't just ignore that. also they literally act like kids and like five of them are toddlers. it is OBVIOUS.

CAN I REQUEST CONTENT OF OTHER OBJECT SHOWS LIKE BFDI OR II?

yes! im more than willing to draw osc content in general, as long as i dont have art block. writing, too, but it may take longer cause i have writer's block more than art block for some reason. most of my drawings are on whiteboardfox, and sometimes i might literally just give you a whiteboard. i can't draw on the device i use tumblr on. its a long story dont ask.

i can't do icons/moodboards/edits/etc though. sorry. if you want moodboards i recommend @happystar-sz and theres a lot of icon blogs out there!!

CAN I REQUEST YOU TO MAKE ME AN OBJECT CHARACTER/GIVE ME IDEAS/HELP ME MAKE A SONA?

sure. i made my friends sonas. ill help you out, no problem! just know i dont know how to draw everything, so i may or may not be able to draw it if it's something more obscure. also i cant draw wings for the life of me but i try.

DO YOU DO COMMISSIONS?

nope! i do my stuff for free. prolly will for some time. i don't have any need for a buncha extra money right now, and wouldn't have any way to acquire it. [peter griffin voice] i dont have a credit card....

CAN I JUST TALK YOU?

yeah sure. i'd prefer people over like 20/21 not trying to be my friends, though. just makes me uncomfortable. youre free to interact with the blog/make requests/draw stuff/etc though, i don't care. i am also uncomfortable with fans of cfmot/ion/modern objects. you can still interact with the blog, yeah. id just prefer you werent my friend though. i dunno if the shows themselves are bad shows honestly they just remind me of trauma stuff. sorry russian people but you make me uncomfy

DO YOU ROLEPLAY?

eh, not really, apart from specific roleplay blogs. i don't like to do just one-on-one roleplays, but i do like askblogs and stuff. if i do roleplay one-on-one its usually with friends only, sorry.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I SHOULD KNOW?

i am arospec, and a minor. please don't dm me lookin for sex, or for relationships, or overall weird shit. no i will not show you my feet. no i will not talk about sex to randos, even though im hypersexual. even i have standards, ok?

i use tone tags [such as /j, /lh, /nm, etc.] and i would appreciate it if you did so with me.

i have adhd, ptsd, and ocd, as well as like a buncha other issues. and i am currently (as of april 2023) pretty unwell, and dealing with it. i may be slow to respond to messages/asks/submissions/etc. and i may be inactive overall as i am busy sometimes. please be patient with me.

if i don't respond to something, and have been recently posting online, contact me within 12-24 hours of recent posting! i might've not seen the notif, and since i have like....i dunno, 18 blogs? maybe...20? i do a lotta stuff ok. mostly roleplay.

i have several osc related roleplay blogs. if you go to @silva-spoon or @oscullator you can find a bunch.

[canineofdoom]

my art final

remember how in the beginning we had to do a self portrait? well, this was our final, create another self portrait and then on top of that, create a mask. regarding the portraits, i decided to draw two just for fun and because i couldn't decide how i should have my hair. in the end i ended up going with my hair up. now for the mask, i knew from the start what i wanted to do. the skull and muscles for my love of anatomy and wanting to be a medical illustrator, and all of my characters. every single one of them, i honestly don't know how i was able to fit them all, but i somehow did. i decided to include all of them because at one point they all were me, some with much more resemblance to me than others. you're probably asking right now, "but, what about the rainbows leaking out of the skull, what does that represent?" that my good friends is me coming out as gay. i used my mask to come out to parents yesterday and i am officially out of the closet now.

[ahundredtimesover]

A Still Day or A Hurricane (10) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case, inaccurate law stuff im sry; jealousy, insecurities; infidelity; eventual smut (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

A/N: I did say it was slow burn, right?? Please enjoy!

Listen to: Straw (EZ Kim), Restless (Bibi), Let Me (GOT7) || Playlist 🎶

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Standing in front of Jungkook as he leans against his car, you’re reminded, through both your outfits, that this date really is just about you and him. 

You’re used to him in sweatpants and oversized hoodies when you stay in and in jeans and a jacket when you’re both out with Heejin. With his caps and beanies, you always thought he looked so comfortable, so good-looking, so boyfriend, as Byeol constantly points out.

But Jungkook in a silk, patterned polo, slacks, and dress shoes, with his slick hair parted on the side and his lip ring glinting underneath the street light, he looks mesmerizing. Even more with the bouquet of carnations he’s holding on his side.

“Hi, ___. You look so beautiful,” he says, his eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything.

He takes you in, dressed in high-waist trousers and a lace top hidden beneath a crop blazer with a bit more makeup than usual. He’s seen you in your work outfits, which you always look amazing in, and there was always a sense of purpose in your looks. This one does, too, and if it’s to make him fall for you harder and faster, you definitely achieved it.

“Ah, well, I realized the other night that my date night wardrobe has been untouched for so long and I couldn’t make up my mind on what to wear, actually,” you chuckle. “But the way you’re looking at me says I chose the right outfit.”

“Fuck, you have no idea. My brain’s kinda malfunctioning right now,” he responds. “I mean, you look gorgeous all the time but this, uh. Yeah, this is too much for me. I’m sorry if I end up staring at you tonight. Please call me out if it gets uncomfortable for you.”

“I might,” you chuckle, but in your mind it’s only because you’re probably going to be flustered if he keeps looking at you the way he is. “You cleaned up pretty nicely, too.”

“Thanks. I ended up buying an outfit everyday since Sunday and I had Eun-jung decide on the best one for tonight,” he smiles. “I owe her a box of pastries the next time she visits.”

“Well, you can always wear those other outfits to our next two-person dates. I already know I’m gonna want more after tonight,” you reply, giggling at the way his eyes widen at your bluntness.

He clears his throat to mask how flustered he is and opens the door of the car and leads you in.

The restaurant he’d chosen is a fancy but cozy place overlooking the river and their tasting menu is one of the best in the city, you’ve heard.

Being out with Heejin lets you get to know Jungkook in a different way. During those times, he’d shown to be more attentive than you expected. He’d be playful but caring, would address your needs and Heejin’s, and would always make sure to make her laugh. But tonight, his focus is all on you. And you see that immediately with how he helps you settle in your seat and remove your blazer and ask if everything is okay.

You start to talk about your respective days, and with no squealing child to attend to or who’d interject every time you and Jungkook talked, your conversation flows so easily. You talk more about your families, how your childhood was like, all your holiday trips, and anything else you could think of.

Jungkook is curious and respectful as always, still silly in many ways, but genuine in how he is with you. You’re not used to someone being so focused on you, but it’s not something you call him out for. 

There’s something with the way he looks at you that makes you feel beautiful, as if he’s seeing and acknowledging all that you are, and like much as he’d tried with you from the beginning, he doesn’t put you on a pedestal. You’re human to him - someone who’s her own self but someone to care for, someone to appreciate, someone who makes mistakes, and someone who can grow.

Jungkook takes a spoonful of the seafood bisque when some of it sticks to the corner of his mouth. You immediately wipe it off, and you see him visibly stop when he feels your finger against his skin. 

You know he knows you’re quite guarded with affection, and he never really complained, although you’ve noticed the few times that he’d inched his hand closer to yours or let your finger-brushing moments linger. He’d come closer a lot of times but you’d stay right where you were, unbudging, and it’s only because physical affection, in its most intimate forms, is something you give with all of you. 

You’d shared moments of intimacy with him - that day when you let him feel Heejin kicking in your belly, to the kiss, to warming his ears, and now this. 

Ever since he got back and you’d both gotten closer, you feel like slowly giving parts of yourself to him, knowing he’d take and then return them. He’s patient, as always, and transparent with how you affect him. 

“You had a bit of something on the corner of your mouth,” you state.

He takes another mouthful and deliberately stains his lips again, scrunching his nose because he knows what he’d done, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics. So does he, as you take the napkin this time and gently wipe the stain off his mouth, your own lips parted just to tease. 

There’s a twinkle in his eyes and a glow in his smile that you’re only seeing now. It’s familiar but new, and you won’t be surprised if you mirror it, too.

Drinking his water, you take in his side features. The lighting in your little corner makes his sharp jaw even more striking, so does the scar on his left cheek, something that you ask him about.

“You know that point in your childhood when you’re convinced you’re an animal so you act like one?” He says, munching on the parmesan crisps of the next dish.

“Uh, no? Are you sure you had a normal childhood?” You chuckle.

“Yes. And I thought I was a dog and so I was barking at one that I saw at the park then it jumped at me and scratched my cheek,” he narrates animatedly. “It never went away. I bear the mark of my companion. You seriously never had that phase?”

“Not at all. That’s just weird.”

“No it isn’t! I had a chicken phase, too, and I think that’s why I’m so sympathetic with animals. They love me so much, they fall asleep when I touch them.”

“Are you serious?” You ask incredulously.

“No, I was just joking.”

“What the heck, Jungkook! I almost believed you!” You playfully smack his arm.

“Did it annoy you?” He chuckles.

“Yes!”

“Okay, good,” he winks at you and for your sake, you try to not mind it.

“No but really, how’d you get your scar?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve always had it as a kid and whenever I’d ask my parents, they’d give me a different answer every time.” He laughs. “There’s the dog story. Then one was a fight I had with my brother over a slice of cake. Another was that I laid my cheek on the floor trying to look for monsters under my bed then I got scratched by the floorboard. And then one was from a branch when I was climbing a tree to look for giants.”

“And your parents don’t wanna tell you? Or maybe they don’t know, either,” you wonder.

“Oh they do. They just like messing with me. Over a decade later they still won’t give the full story. They keep laughing at me, though,” he shares, suddenly missing them.

“Your parents sound amazing,” you say, amused at how close and comfortable their relationship is, similar to how you and your siblings are with your mom.

“They’re insane sometimes, but I guess that’s why it worked with them,” he shares, hoping it doesn’t seem insensitive to you, although you’d talked earlier about your father, saying you no longer hold a grudge against him. 

“Ma is a little crazy and makes Dad laugh all the time. It was like her way to his heart. And I think that’s why he’s still so in love with her.”

You hum, thinking that maybe, it’s just that simple - find someone who makes you laugh, who makes you feel silly, who adores you, who’s sincere with you.

“Is that what you’re trying to do, then? Just making me laugh until I can’t get enough of you?” You cock an eyebrow.

“I thought I annoy you?”

“You make me laugh a lot more, though,” you respond.

“So, is it working?”

“It is.”

You hold his gaze that’s switched from anxious to satisfied, and the way he smiles at you causes a bloom in your heart that you’re unable to temper.

“Good,” he bites his lip, his mind going hazy. “That’s really good.”

**

After your date date with Jungkook, which ended with you cradling Heejin in your arms as he hummed a lullaby to put her back to sleep, you couldn’t wait for another one. But you also realized that it meant she’d miss him, too. 

You were on a video call with him that Thursday after not being able to drop by the cafe and your daughter, who was lying next to you, crawled to your chest to say hi to him.

“Kookoo! Where are you?” She asked in her toddler voice. 

“I’m just here, sunshine,” he replied. “Do you miss me? Because I miss you. We’ll see each other soon, okay?”

She had on a little pout but nodded anyway, and you gave her the bunny stuffed toy from Jungkook to appease her. 

He offered to look after her the next day, though, picking her up from your mom’s place and then spending the afternoon building blocks and practicing colors and animals. 

You arrive home later than usual but with take-out dinner, tiredness from your long day evident in your sighs and shaking hands.

“You alright?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah, just exhausted. Had a bit of a meltdown over the sexual harassment case I told you about,” you say. “It’s so pervasive and every time we get cases like this, I’m always reminded of how terribly society treats women and I absolutely hate it.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says. “I can’t imagine what it’s like, but like you said, a win here will do something, however big or small that is. So just keep doing what you’re doing, alright?”

You nod, saying your team debriefs regularly but you just had to release the frustration. He says you’re free to do so and that he’ll stay a little longer in case you want to talk. You both sit at the dining table and talk about the worst parts of the job, the cases that keep you up at night, that completely change how you view life and everything about it. 

Jungkook looks at you and thinks about all the times you’d come home feeling like this and having only Heejin to hear you talk, if you even do. 

He recalls the conversation he had with Yuri and Taehyung at your mom’s place the other week, with them saying that while you talk about your work, you don’t talk about you. They said it’s when you message everyone to meet at your apartment and ask your mom to cook that they know things have been tough, and so they try in whatever way they can to help.

“She was always our second parent,” Yuri said. “Mom took care of all the basic stuff for us but she halved with ___ in the emotional needs department. Our big sister worried for us, carried our burdens, made sure we didn’t feel like too much was missing just because our dad left. I think she’ll always be like that,” she added. “She’ll shoulder everything she can so others wouldn’t, and I just always wondered who would help her when she’s unable to do it alone.”

You’d said once that you go to therapy when you need to, that you spend time with your friends when it gets too much, and that having Heejin has been the greatest help in terms of finding that joy in your life that you don’t depend on others for. 

He knows you do what you can to handle everything your own way, but he also wants nothing more than for you to know that you have him to lean on, and he’d happily carry your burdens with you so you don’t always have to do it on your own. 

He tells you this as you say you’ll get over it, and you smile, saying that he’s been a big help the past few months in getting your mind off things and just feeling that relief when you’re around him. He feels satisfied knowing he’s able to do even just a little bit, though a part of him wishes he could do more, but he keeps that thought tucked in a crevice in his mind. 

You proceed to give Heejin a bath, after cuddle time with her as you hug her tightly, and then taking one yourself as Jungkook reads her a bedtime story. 

You enter her room in your silk pajamas and watch from the door as he talks to her about the legend of the tiger and the magical persimmons.

“She didn’t try to butt in while you read?” You chuckle as you stand next to him.

“Not tonight,” he laughs and shakes his head. 

“Hi, bubba. You sleepy already?” You ask, caressing her cheeks.

“Mama,” she coos, yawning as her eyes flutter close. 

“Goodnight, little one,” you whisper, kissing her nose. 

You and Jungkook head to the couch and you let out a long sigh. You hug the pillow on your lap and curl your toes as the pain reminds you of that long walk you took in your heels to get to your lunch meeting. 

Jungkook watches you in amusement as you settle comfortably on your seat but also sees how you constantly crack your toes. 

He nudges your foot and puts out his hand. “I’m good at massages. Come on.”

You briefly hesitate. It’s a little more intimate than you’re used to, but it’s also something your ex never offered to do because it was always you doing it, and you always did it out of affection. So you give in and let Jungkook take your left foot.

His hand is soft with some rough patches he got from lifting weights. He’s gentle as he kneads your flesh and thumbs your heel. You can’t help but internally moan at how good it feels, prompting you to hug the pillow more tightly and flutter your eyes closed.

You hear him chuckle but he keeps going with your right one this time, putting in pressure where he thinks you need it, then stretching and cracking your toes. 

You finally let out a moan and Jungkook tries hard to pretend it doesn’t affect him. You see him smirk, though, tonguing his lip ring again, looking adorable as he feels proud of being able to affect you this way. 

“All good?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you,” you smile. “Now, your turn. You had a long morning of kneading dough today. Give me your hands.”

He doesn’t hesitate, giving you his right hand and you proceed to massaging it. You briefly trace his calluses, unaware of the chill running down his spine. You mostly use your fingers, cracking and stretching his own, too.

“So this is what it takes to have you hold my hand,” he says, his smug face saying he’s teasing but you also see the hint of desire in them.

“Hey!” You playfully shove him. 

“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “It’s okay. This is nice. Something good to have after a long day.”

“It is,” you agree, feeling his hand tugging your wrist, as if motioning you to come closer.

It’s indeed been a long day, and after talking to him and feeling better with how he listens and encourages you, you want his warmth to comfort you even further. So you scoot next to him, your legs on the floor now as you lean on his shoulder.

You feel him let out a long breath, and afraid to look at him to see the desire in his eyes, you settle against him like this. 

It’s easy to want this with him, but all the more difficult to take things slow. You don’t want to make the same mistakes anymore. It’s not that you compare Jungkook with your ex, but it felt this good, this easy with Yun-seo at one point, and you realized that you dove into it because you felt the comfort from your friendship was enough. 

You want to make sure that you’re certain about Jungkook and that he’s certain about you and Heejin, too. And every intimate moment you share with him is a way for you to settle in the idea, the feeling of having him be part of your life in the long-run. Giving him only bits of and pieces of the affection he’s used to in his relationships is your way of giving him space to back out in case he realizes he doesn’t want it as much as he thinks, and that would leave you less to lose in case he does.

Your friends think Jungkook has proven he’s in this with you, even treating Heejin like his own, not so much to get to you but to show you that he wants her in his life as much as he does you. And you echo those sentiments, but you just want to be sure because you don’t want another heartbreak that you know would hurt so much more if it doesn’t work out.

But it’s days like what you had that feel like a storm - of emotions, of frustrations, of expectations you have for yourself; a day when you feel like it’s a mess around you and you’re trying your hardest to pick up whatever pieces you can. But it’s also evenings like right now when you allow yourself to breathe, to question, to worry, to wonder, wrapped in Jungkook’s warmth that lets you know that whatever it is you’re feeling, it’s gonna be okay. 

And as you feel his strong hand gently caressing your arm and hear his soft humming to a familiar ballad, it’s getting clearer and clearer that you want this everyday, as long as you possibly could.

**

You go on another date with Jungkook that’s just the both of you after work that thankfully had you just staying at the office. 

You do karaoke, with him serenading you and then you, butchering every boyband song you sing. You wander the streets of Ikseon-dong and go from one cafe and stall to another. You try odd-combination but delicious dishes, and the desserts you buy make Jungkook giddy with excitement, especially as you feed each other what you decide to separately order.

It was a date you had after spending the weekend with Heejin - you went to a toy haven kids’ cafe on Saturday and then stayed in to do arts and crafts before heading to Namjoon’s for dinner.

Your daughter’s attachment to Jungkook is one that you don’t take for granted, something that’s different with her attachment to your family given the substantial amount of time the three of you spend together. It’s not easy finding the balance of making sure you don’t want him just because of Heejin but also because of her, the same way it is to know that he’s how he is with her not just because of you. 

But you see enough, you think. Hobi even goes on about Jungkook narrating his babysitting afternoons with Heejin. Jimin shares his friend randomly mentioning her or you during their game or drinking nights. And other than seeing them firsthand enjoy each other’s company - with how Heejin clings to him every time he’s around or how he has the softest, most child-like laughter with her - you also see it when he looks after her when you aren’t around.

The baby monitor records everything, and you had it installed when you started having a babysitter over. When Jungkook would watch over Heejin on some afternoons, you obviously wanted to make sure that everything was okay and that your daughter was comfortable being left alone with him. You find out later on that it’s what you need to see just how those two are with each other when you aren’t really looking.

You sneak in looks even at work, but it’s at the end of the day when you get to see how they spend their time together. Jungkook feeds her the food you’ve prepared and Heejin returns the favor by trying to feed him, too. He’s figured out how she is when she’s hungry, sleepy, or just pooped, and other than when she’s taking her afternoon nap, they have so much fun together that you want nothing more than to be there right with them.

Jungkook has so much energy - for dancing with Heejin, chasing her around, and throwing her up and making her fly like a unicorn - something you don’t have enough of after a day of arguing with people and dealing with assholes as part of your job. 

She likes to converse with him, as if she’s narrating an unbelievable dream she had, and she’s fond of wrapping her arms around him and tucking her head in the crook of his neck. You’ve noticed her try to bite his face a few times. One time you went home with her in braids because she asked Jungkook to do it for her; his proud smile kept you up that night. The warmth in your heart grows as you think that these are the things she does with and asks of you.

What you appreciate the most is how Jungkook never fails to include you in everything that he and Heejin do together. He always sends photos of her to you - usually during playtime - or videos of her saying what she’s doing. They wave at the camera sometimes and he’d call when you say you’re free so she can say hi.

Your favorite was that one time you went home and found an artwork they both made posted on the fridge, the words resembling To Mama bringing tears to your eyes, knowing they’re always thinking of you. The fact that Jungkook takes time to teach her things, whether it’s arts or numbers, makes you feel like you’re not making her miss out on too much, and that Jungkook, as he’s always shown, cares for her in ways you didn’t expect. 

On Jungkook’s end, the joy that he feels when he’s with Heejin is natural and comfortable. It doesn’t surprise him as much, since he’s always loved kids. When he stayed in Busan for two years, he got to bond with his nieces and nephews whom he spent so much time playing with. 

But though Heejin isn’t related to him, there’s a certain connection he feels with her. Maybe it’s being the first person other than you and Sun-hee who got to see how she looked like through the sonogram when he drove you to your checkup that one time. Maybe it’s all the grocery and department store shopping you both did for her. Maybe it’s feeling her kicks in your belly that afternoon when everything changed. Maybe it’s the fact that he’d been there as you pushed her out of you, hearing her cry and seeing her beauty the moment she was born.

Heejin had been a big reason why things didn’t work out with you and him. She was always going to be your priority, and you didn’t want him messing you up or adding to the list of things you had to think or worry about, given his feelings for you then. 

But he always wondered about Heejin all those years of being away. He’d think about her when he’d be with his siblings’ kids, imagining which features of yours she inherited, if she’s as feisty and caring as her mother, if she’s everything you ever dreamed of her to be.

Seeing her photo that time you went to Busan made his heart swell with joy at how much she’s grown, knowing she was a happy child because of the love you shower her with. And finally seeing and spending time with her has meant so much to Jungkook in ways he doesn’t think he’d ever get to explain to you. There’s this carefree feeling when he’s with her, an innocent kind of joy he experiences, and a warmth in his heart when she laughs or smiles or speaks to him.

He doesn’t want to scare you with how he’s gotten to be so attached to her, not wanting you to mistake his affection for her as just a means to get to you. He doesn’t want to trap you, but he also wishes you’d see how natural it’s been for the both of them, and especially the three of you, to enjoy each other’s company and be what outsiders think you to be - a family. 

Because more than anything, any time you’re all together, he feels a sense of completeness he didn’t think he’d ever feel. Like somehow, there’s direction in his life. That he isn’t just living for himself and what makes him enjoy whatever moment he’s in, because now he desires for more of it, thinking of all the other ways he’ll have whatever it is for as long as he can. In this case, more of you and Heejin.

Jungkook was never a planner. He didn’t really value thinking far into the future that much. But with you and her, he feels he’ll get into it because he wants it - that future with both of you, that life of joy and love he feels when you’re all together. He knows now that he doesn’t ever want to be without it ever again.

He thinks about that once more as he waits for you and Heejin in his car for an afternoon at his apartment. The little sunshine has been wanting to go swimming for a while now, but it’s been too cold out to set up the inflatable pool at Namjoon’s backyard and you’d said you’re not keen on going to public pools just to appease her.

Jungkook suggested swimming at the one in his apartment building since it’s indoor. There’s a kids’ pool that Heejin would enjoy, and he thought it would be nice to make dinner to end the day. 

You enter the vehicle with a seemingly excited little one in her adorable sun hat and shades. 

“She insisted on wearing them,” you inform him. “And she was squealing again when I packed her bathing suit. And she had ice cream after lunch. She’s gonna be so full of energy, Jungkook. She’s probably gonna be so loud.”

“Hey, hey,” he chuckles at your already worried face. “I haven’t seen that many people swimming there lately; it’s gonna be fine. Also, so what if she’s loud? That’s why we’re taking her there, so she can enjoy herself.”

“Yeah, but you know how she gets, especially when she’s had sugar,” you say, right as she starts squealing out of nowhere. “Oh gosh, I shouldn’t have given her that ice cream. But she pouted at me and she looked too adorable and I couldn’t say no!” 

“With that cute face, who could say no? But hey, it’s fine. I’ll charm anyone who’ll complain about her and give them cookies, I guess.”

“Fine,” you say. “But seriously though, she’s been waiting for this. She’s realizing her baby tub isn’t big enough for her to swim in so a pool might make her be attached.”

“Well, if she wants to swim every weekend, then why not? That would be nice,” he smirks.

You internally groan because when Jungkook suggested this days ago, you agreed too quickly and did not give yourself time to process what it would mean, mostly for you. Because Jungkook half-naked in a pool making your daughter happy is something that would be too much for you to handle. But you’re here now, on the way to his building wearing a bathing suit under your clothes, half nervous and half excited for today.

You pass by his apartment to pick up some snacks before heading to the pool, satisfied that aside from an elderly man doing laps and the lifeguard on duty, there’s no one else here. You place your things on two lounge chairs near the kids’ pool and immediately have to pacify Heejin who squeals at the sight. 

“You ready to swim, Jinnie?” Jungkook kneels in front of her with a smile that’s just as excited as your daughter’s.

“Swim, Kookoo! I want to swim,” she says, then turns to you. “Mama, swim please,” she mumbles, her sweet smile on display as she knows now that you’re weak for it. 

You nod then sit on the chair so you can remove her outer clothes. “Okay, bubba. But let me put on your gear first, okay?”

You put the vest over her head then her arms through the additional floaters, explaining to her that those will help her comfortably and safely swim. She hasn’t swam much so you’re quite worried that the devices won’t be enough, but you know she doesn’t like feeling too constricted so you needed her to wear something that would make her feel more free.

You repeatedly adjust and then check if you put them on properly until you feel Jungkook kneel next to you.

“Hey, I’ve got her, alright? I won’t let anything bad happen to her,” he assures you.

“Okay,” you smile. “I’ll go in later. I wanna take pictures and videos first.”

“Got it. I’ll try not to get in the way,” he says, his smug face telling you he probably won’t keep his word. 

Taking Heejin’s hand, you lead her towards the pool while Jungkook undresses. You hear him unzip his hoodie and feel him shuffle behind you, using this time to prepare yourself before he stands before you half-naked and, well, it wasn’t really enough. 

“Ready, sunshine?” He asks, but he stands there with his eyes quickly shifting to you. 

You try to focus on his face, instructing him to just carry Heejin while he descends the stairs, and he cheekily smiles at you the whole time. 

“Goodness, Jungkook, make sure you hold her the entire time and not show-off,” you frown at him. 

“Hey, what do you think of me?” He chuckles. “Just so you know, it’s Heejin first, you second. I’ll show-off when we’re out of the water.”

“Why are you already so annoying?” 

“Why are you not taking your eyes off my face?”

His cocked eyebrow makes you want to smack him because he knows how he’s affecting you. He’s now come to know the ways he can fluster you and he uses them to his advantage, like now, as you glance at his form in gray swim shorts and his bare upper body. You don’t have time nor the resolve to observe every inch of his skin, but his fully-tattooed arm catches your attention and that’s where your eyes linger.

“That too much?” He asks, prompting you to look at him again.

“No. It’s uh, nice. And also, I’m kind of a sucker for toned arms so please get in the water now before I stare at them longer,” you ramble, earning you a loud chuckle. 

“That’s very nice to know, ___,” he says. “You’re free to stare at them for as long as you want. I’d love that, actually.”

“Okay, whatever,” you respond, nudging him towards the water because of the screaming little girl who’s growing impatient. 

Jungkook follows, carrying Heejin then descending the stairs. She giggles once she feels the water up to her belly, and he secures her in his arms once they’ve made it down and he’s kneeling on the floor. 

“You like that, sunshine? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Heejin just responds in giggles and squeals, and with the acoustics of the indoor pool, her sounds echo throughout, and you’re truly glad neither of the two other individuals seem to care. 

Jungkook speaks to her the entire time, asking how she’s liking it, teaching her how to kick, letting her splash water onto him then pouring some on her head, too. She follows most of his instructions but still chooses to do what she wants - like flailing her arms and squealing, climbing on his shoulders then jumping off of him, then hugging him for a bit of rest.

You watch from the ledge with your phone in hand, taking numerous photos and videos that you immediately send to your group chat with your family and best friends, all of whom comment on Heejin and Jungkook. 

[the twin 2 🎷] How’s your heart? Has it betrayed you yet? 🤣

[the brat 😈] Why aren’t you in the pool?? Go get sum of that, sis 👅

[the twin 1 🌳] Wewww he’s got armsssss. Aren’t you a sucker for nice arms? Ur ded, good luck

[the queen mother 👑] Aww, honey. Heejin looks like she’s having so much fun! Let’s schedule a beach trip soon! 😍

[the best friend 1 👯‍♀️] Heejin is so adorable, babe! Also, look at how happy Jungkook is! He’s so whipped for her it’s too sweet 🥺

[the best friend 2 🧠] Yeah, and ___ is so whipped for him. We better get family pics like the last time ok! 👍🏽

You groan at their replies, but you also expected it. They had similar reactions when you mentioned coming over today and your chat group went off that you muted it for two days. 

“Hey, you okay there? Fighting someone?” Jungkook asks as he lets Heejin lie on her back while he supports her. 

“The chat’s a mess. I’m showing photos of Heejin but they’re mostly commenting about you.”

“Hope it’s good stuff,” he chuckles.

“Hmm, can’t tell.”

“Well, they’re probably wondering why you’re not with us,” he says. “Come, please. I’m sure Jinnie wants you here.”

You agree, knowing you were going to do it anyway. You walk towards the lounge chair and slowly remove the sweats and sweater you have on, choosing to turn away from the pool as you do. You make your way towards Jungkook and Heejin, with the former looking at you so fondly, something you don’t expect. 

You’re not at your most confident with your one-piece bathing suit unlike when you’re in power suits, but even with having less clothes on - with just a bit of cleavage showing - you don’t feel uncomfortable around him. 

Taking a dip, you feel the warm water soothe you, and you take your daughter in your arms, smiling as hers wrap around your neck. 

“Mama! I like to swim,” she says, splashing the water that hits your face. 

“I’m sure you do, bubba. We’ll do this more often, just ask Kookoo.”

Jungkook smiles, knowing already that this is going to be a staple date for the three of you. He wants to go on beach trips, too, maybe go to a resort and enjoy activities together, or maybe make snow angels and teach you and Heejin how to ski. There are so many things that Jungkook wants to experience with the both of you and the thought of it makes him giddy and weak in the knees.

The hour goes by with you and Jungkook just watching Heejin play in the water with the toys you brought. She likes to kick and splash but absolutely loves it when Jungkook supports her back as she floats, her eyes closed and her soft smile telling you that she’s absolutely enjoying herself. 

You sit on the steps while Jungkook kneels, guiding Heejin to paddle towards your awaiting arms, then hugging her tightly when she makes it to you. It’s fun to be experiencing this with her, as her swimming time at Namjoon’s some months ago had you only guiding her from outside the pool. To be doing this with her is something you know she’ll remember, especially with Jungkook playing as her ship, the shark, and her human floater. 

Jungkook sits next to you, his bare arm barely grazing yours, and plays with Heejin’s legs as she lies down on the pineapple floater he got her. 

“Hey, ___. Can we have a photo of the three of us again?” He asks, like he does ever since you’ve started these family dates. Heejin doesn’t always stay still but in recent weeks, she’s been a lot more obedient when you ask her to smile.

“Of course,” you say, pulling your daughter close to you. “The group chat hasn’t shut up asking for it.”

Jungkook chuckles while you sit a frowning Heejin on your lap. 

“Mama, pineapple!” She mumbles.

“Yes, bubba. You can still play with it, but is it okay if we have a photo with Kookoo?” You face her. “Like the ones we took before?”

She looks at you with furrowed brows and a tilt of her head, so Jungkook takes his phone and browses through his photos to show her.

You catch the albums he goes through - of memes he sends you, of dessert inspirations, his own creations, and then one labeled as “🌻.”

“Is that an album of us?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah,” he shyly answers, nibbling his lip ring again. “I put our photos here so it’s easier to find when I’m tired, you know? Or when I didn’t see you both that day, or when I’m… when I’m missing or thinking about you.”

You catch sight of the ones from the library and the beach, from the cafes and the park, from Alpaca World and the aquarium. There are those from your apartment, and the ones you send him like when you were in Hong Kong and during random, sometimes rainy, days when you’re also missing and thinking about him.

“That weird?” He asks, as he finds a photo to show Heejin.

“No. It’s sweet, actually. Mind sharing the album with me? There are a few I could maybe add,” you smile, meeting his soft eyes. “It’d be nice to have something when we’re missing you, too.”

“Sure,” he says, unable to hold his own grin. 

You all look at the photo he’d chosen, the one from a dessert parlor where Heejin was so amused with the unicorn ice cream. You and Jungkook loved her reaction so you both kept taking pictures and he’d asked for one of all three of you and he happened to take candid ones where you all were laughing. 

You remember that day, how he kept “accidentally” staining his face with ice cream to entertain Heejin. She wouldn’t stop giggling and you just adored how she sounded. You took baby wipes to clean Jungkook’s face, and you burned under his gaze as you did, your heart hammering in your chest the way it is now, as his hand trails from your shoulder to your waist to bring you closer.

“Bubba, can you smile, please?” 

Heejin’s suddenly in the mood as she stands to pose, arms up like a little superstar while Jungkook takes the photo. She then turns to kiss you, which is also captured, and then turns to hug Jungkook, which he also takes. 

“Thank you, Jinnie,” Jungkook chirps.

“You’re welcome, Kookoo!” She beams.

He shares you the album and you promptly send one of your complete photos to your chat group then mute it - you don’t want to deal with their teasing right now when you still feel the effects of being in this pool with Jungkook, trying hard not to gaze at his toned form and trace the art on his right arm. 

You let Heejin lie on the floater a little more while you massage her feet as she requested, and it’s not long after when you decide to wash up and prepare her for her afternoon nap, given that she woke up early and expended so much energy in the past few hours. 

Jungkook insists that you and Heejin shower at his apartment, which you agree to but you say you’ll both change first so you’re not dripping wet. Cheerfully exiting the shower room, you see Jungkook by the lounge chair, a towel over his shoulders, happily chatting with two women who sound so familiar, like the neighbors you’d heard the first time you were at his apartment.

You walk slowly, your smile gradually falling as you observe their body language - from the way they constantly glance at Jungkook’s bare chest to the distance between them that slowly decreases. Their giggles echo in the pool area, and you don’t miss how he seems to return the playful way they talk to him. 

Not wanting to disturb their conversation, you quietly fix your things but Heejin, deciding otherwise, starts running towards Jungkook and wraps her arms around his legs. 

“Hey, sunshine,” he says, carrying her in his arms. “You and your Mama good?”

“Kookoo! I want swim again,” she mumbles.

The two women coo at her and ask who she is, but you take her from Jungkook before he gets to say anything.

“Bubba, I still need to dry your hair. Come here.”

You do so as Jungkook says goodbye to the two women. You turn down his offer to carry your bags and make your way to the elevator, opting to talk to Heejin and not look at him the whole way up. 

“You sure it’s okay for us to have our bath here?” You ask, your face still turned away from him.

“Of course! I’ll get you some towels,” he says, choosing not to think too much of your change in demeanor.

You thank him then make your way to the guest bathroom where you take your time to wash up. Jungkook said he’ll make dinner tonight, and not wanting the sight of those young women clearly flirting with him from earlier mess up your day together, you get over whatever bad feeling you have and ask him what he’s cooking. 

“There’s this roasted pork belly I tried making so I’ll prepare that. And kimchi pancake and sides. I have a charcuterie board here, too. Those okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you say.

You tuck Heejin in the guest bedroom at Jungkook’s insistence for her to sleep there, and then you make your way back to the kitchen where he’s preparing the ingredients. 

On his kitchen counter, you see the cheese and cold cuts board next to a bottle of wine. There’s a card that says, thanks for all the help, looking forward to the next time ;) signed by names you’d heard him say earlier at the pool. 

“These from your neighbors?” You ask while he preps the meat.

“Ah, yeah. They gave it to me this morning, said I should share it with Jimin and Hobi. Obviously not because I want to have them with you,” he smirks.

“What’s it for? Just nothing? And what help? What’s happening next time?”

You suddenly feel sick with how intrusive you’re sounding, something you don’t like because you’re not normally like this. But the sight from earlier and now this little gift causes a lump in your throat from some flashbacks that are quite unnerving, and somehow, Jungkook’s cheeky gaze isn’t helping. 

“Ooh, so many questions. You jealous?” It’s that smug face that you usually take lightly and recently have been finding adorable. But not today.

“Are you trying to make me?” You say, your firm and slightly annoyed tone, an unfamiliar one.

“No, of course not,” Jungkook defends.

“Then answer the questions directly. If you don’t want to, then just say so. Why does it have to be me being jealous?”

“I was just teasing,” he says softly and a little displeased with himself, like he’s a child being reprimanded.

“I know, you do that a lot, even if it’s a sensitive topic. Like sure, tease about your flirty neighbors like I didn’t get cheated on with one, but it’s fun for you so go ahead.”

The lump in your throat comes out as words you say too quickly before you could filter them, and with a tone you use only when you’re irritated that Jungkook isn’t used to, you see his face fall. 

He stands there seemingly not knowing what to do, as he turns away from your glare that’s equal parts frustrated and hurt. You’ve never seen him look so alarmed and powerless. Not even that afternoon in your apartment when you pushed him away after he kissed you could match this. And suddenly, all you want is to see that smirk and the scrunch of his nose, have him tease you until you’re smacking his arm playfully, until he finally says he’s just joking and that he just wanted to hear you laugh. 

You don’t like this version of him, the one that looks demoralized and that feels like he’s slowly losing everything after all the work to get here just because you were being too sensitive. 

“I’m sorry, that was… that was uncalled for,” you admit, walking towards him to try to get him to look at you. “I shouldn’t have questioned you like that. They gave you the package and you just received it and I guess I just got triggered because they were a little too comfortable with you earlier. It shouldn’t be an issue, we’re not–”

“Together, I know.”

Jungkook finishes the sentence, which again, you said too quickly without thinking. It’s not exactly what you meant to say, though you’re unsure why you even thought of saying it.

“We’re just dating. We spend time together, do all these things together. We go on dates but you don’t seem to want to hold my hand or hug me. It’s fine,” he sighs. “So yeah, no reason for you to be jealous, I guess. I’m sorry I teased about it.”

“So that’s what it means for you? Because I don’t give in to your need for affection, there's no reason to feel alarmed at your neighbors’ interest in you?” You say, being defensive. 

“You’re literally the one who meant to say that we’re not together and that obviously implies a lot of things,” he sighs. “I don’t force you into anything because I want this so much and I don’t want to screw it up, but you’re being confusing and I’m not sure what you want from me right now.”

He sounds defeated and it’s something you’re not used to.

“I was out of line to tease you about that, I’m sorry. And if what I said about us just dating implied that all I want is physical affection from you, then I’m sorry about that, too,” he adds. “But you can’t go acting like it affected you, then say you shouldn’t be questioning me in the first place, and then be upset about what I said.”

He mirrors your questioning eyes and he groans. “Fuck, I’m not even making sense right now.”

The way your heart sinks to the ground tells you just how much a sad and upset Jungkook is one you don’t ever want to see, especially if it’s because of you. And all you want is to hold him - get rid of whatever’s holding you back from the affection you know he wants so badly to give and that you want to reciprocate - and just have him close to you. 

But he speaks before you get to.

“Look, I don’t really know how to deal with things like this,” he admits. “I wanna cry but also cuss out and be angry but I also want to apologize and ask you to forgive me, but I’m not good with… this. And I don’t want to say something I’ll regret nor be the receiver of whatever you’re gonna say so, uh, I’ll just go for a walk outside, okay? I realized I need scallions and some appetizers because I don’t really feel like eating that anymore,” he says, taking the charcuterie board and throwing it in the trash. 

“I won’t take long. I’ll get the pork in the oven after. Just get yourself comfortable and I’ll be back soon.”

He doesn’t wait for your response. He just heads out the door and leaves you in his apartment with a bigger lump in your throat and your crushed heart in your hands.

**

Jungkook gets back after two hours. In the silence of his apartment with nothing but Heejin’s soft breathing, you hear the front door open. You walk out the room and watch him with a bag of groceries and cans of beer that he puts in his fridge, perhaps his companions tonight after he takes you back home. 

In the time that he was out, you laid next to your daughter and watched her sleep. Her puffy cheeks and parted little lips were the only things that made you smile. She looked so tired but you knew she had a lot of fun. She turned to her side and probably felt you near her, as her arm stretched out and found yours. 

You caressed her face and gently kissed her nose, and the joy you felt when you have your whole word in your hand is unmatched. It’s like all the worst things could happen to you but then you see her and all of that fades away, and all of a sudden, everything is clear. All you need is her. And you know that at least for now, all she needs is you. 

Aside from your family, the closest you get to feeling like that clarity is with Jungkook, because as you watched him walk out the door, you felt your heart break at hurting him again, feeling the parts of you that he glued together crack at his absence, at his disappointment, at his own defeat. 

When he left you in that hospital room after you’d given birth to Heejin, there was a feeling of loss that you weren’t ready to admit, and you spent years after that trying to make sure it didn’t overwhelm you, that it didn’t make you doubt the decision that you made to walk away from him the first time and then to let him walk away from you after. Your resolve was so strong then, even when you saw him in Busan with another woman in his arms. And even all the times you saw him after; even recently. 

You know you’re holding on to what little control you have left because deep down you know that he’s taken your heart, and giving someone the power to do whatever they want with it is absolutely terrifying. But that’s the thing, you think. You have to trust them that they won’t, and you’re still on that path to trusting Jungkook that he won’t hurt you, that he won’t do what Yun-seo did to you, that he’ll stay by your side no matter what. 

“Hey,” you utter, standing beside the couch he’s sitting on, head lolled back and eyes closed as he massages his temples. “Cleared your mind yet?”

“Somewhat,” he says. “You?”

“Somewhat,” you manage a smile. 

He returns a faint one and you hate this, but you also know this is on you. You sit next to him and he stays in place, barely angling himself towards you.

“So, uh, there’s a lot to say and unpack and I don’t know where to start,” you state.

“Just start somewhere.”

“Okay,” you huff, not used to this version of you, too. “I was just a bit uneasy with those women because they seem like your type of people. And they’re young. And they’re gorgeous, and pretty hot. And your neighbors.”

“And?” 

“And… Well, it’s not that I think they’re better than me nor do I think I’m better than them but… I don’t know. Flashbacks of Yun-seo, I guess. And how I was too trusting then. And I don’t normally get jealous but just seeing them with you, it was a new feeling. And then they got you a package and I just went off without thinking of what I was saying and how it came across. I was being unfair and I’m sorry,” you ramble.

“They do those boards and grazing tables and stuff,” he says after a while. “They rush-ordered a cake for a party and I got it done and they got me something as a thank you and–”

“You don’t have to explain, Jungkook. And I don’t mean that in the way I seemed to imply earlier. I was being stupid.”

“No, you aren’t. And I’m explaining it to you because I want you to trust me. Even if you don’t trust the people around me, I need you to trust me. Because the last thing I want is for you to compare me to your ex-boyfriend because I would never, ever do that to you, ___,” he explains, turning his head to face you.

“And I get you being wary but it just hurts that you think I would do that. Even if you found out what he did after the fact, I know it affected you a lot but… If the reason why you’re taking your time with us is because you’re scared I’d do what he did to you, then let me know now, because I don’t think I’ve done anything to make you think I’d do that but at least I’d know what to do or not do so you would trust me.”

It’s a lot for him to say, mostly because Jungkook was never this serious with you. He’s been honest with his feelings, definitely, persistent and unyielding as if nothing you do would ever faze him, so hearing the hurt in his voice and seeing him be so vulnerable - as he covers his eyes with his arms - lets you know this took a lot for him to say, too. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, trying hard not to cry. “I got ahead of myself and didn’t stop to think and I always do. I guess I just got scared, like it was deja vu because I was a stupid woman those years ago and I’m in the cusp of giving my heart to you and I just freaked out. And that’s on me. You’re not like him, Jungkook. I’m sorry I made you feel like you are.”

There’s a beat of silence that’s quite unnerving, but then he fully faces you and smiles, the widest he possibly can at a time like this. 

“It’s okay. I forgive you,” he says, merely patting our hand. “I’m sorry, too. I guess I just wanted to feel good about myself, about us, and that was a distasteful joke. It won’t happen again.”

He’s rooted in the corner of the couch where he’s sitting, and you want his warmth, want him to know you’re sorry and that you forgive him with more than just your words. 

“Also, about what you said, about not holding your hand or hugging you—”

“I said that in the heat of the moment,” he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“I’m not exactly an affectionate person, unless it’s my family or my best friend,” you say, disregarding what he’d just said. “And I wasn’t always good with the intimate stuff or at least, I didn’t always do them. When it comes to things like that, I really take my time. Even more now when I don’t want to make a mistake with who I’m gonna be with. Physical affection means a lot to me in whatever form.” 

“Jin, though? Didn’t you guys hook up all the time?”

“Not exactly. I mean, we’d make out and a little something more but not like, all the way. And that’s different.”

“How is that different from holding my hand? Or even kissing me that first time?” He frowns.

“Because it was never serious with Jin. We did stuff because we were frustrated - with work, at each other… it was to release negative emotions after fighting over a case and…” you explain, “it’s not the same with you, you know that. It’s so much more with you.”

You see Jungkook’s face soften a bit but he doesn’t say anything, and you know that a bit more vulnerability is what he needs.

“Byeol used to tease me a lot with Jin, you know?” You continue. “He and I have been friends for over a decade and we just always got along. It wasn’t until we started working together that the tension heightened, especially after my breakup and we just… yeah, like I said, it was just tension. But after you, Byeol realized why it never worked out with him. Because whatever line Jin and I crossed never scared me. What we had didn’t go any deeper than lust and we both knew that but you… I was scared of a lot of things. And it just seemed better to not have you there at all. It was better than the possibility of you leaving, of you not staying, of me falling for you and then losing you.”

“What about now? Are you still scared?”

“I’m a planner, Jungkook. A perfectionist. I’m always scared,” you chuckle. “That’s why I plan. And overthink. It’s maybe also why I got cheated on. But I don’t want to miss out on good things. And while whatever fear I have won’t ever really go away, it’s trust that matters, trust in you that you won’t make those fears come true.” 

Jungkook manages a smile, and the relief you feel is overwhelming. It takes a lot for you to be this honest with him, or to anyone for that matter, especially when it comes to admitting things that you only really keep to yourself. 

“Are you scared of anything?” You ask.

“You’re asking me? I’m a fearless guy, ___.”

His serious demeanor cracks almost immediately, and the sound of his laughter echoes in his living room. 

“No, but seriously. I’m not really scared of a lot of things. I think that’s why it’s so easy for me to just do whatever, you know? Pour my heart into something or someone and then move on to the next whatever if things don’t work out,” he says. “But aside from microwaves and losing to Jimin in Mario Kart, I’m scared of losing you and Heejin. Like, I’m fucking terrified. So when you ghosted me for weeks those years ago, and even recently, I was losing my mind. And it became insanely clear just how much you both mean to me. And that’s why no matter your pace, I’ll follow. I’ll take whatever you can give me than nothing at all. Because you, Heejin, us… that’s what I want; I always have.”

You can’t stop the smile that graces your face at his words. And you know nothing you’ll say will ever be enough - to comfort him, affirm him, thank him, so you do what you know will work.

You turn over his hand that’s resting on his thigh then intertwine your fingers with his, filling the spaces to let him know that you’ll keep doing that for him - filling the cracks, filling what’s missing. 

“Hmm,” he says, nibbling his lips to temper his smile. “This is nice.”

You thumb his hand, letting yourself get used to having him fill your spaces like this, too. But you want to say more, so you briefly let him go and wrap your arms around his torso, your head resting on his chest as you snuggle closer to him. 

He’s warm and soft and the most comfortable thing you’ve ever had in your arms, aside from Heejin, of course. And he smells of baby powder and the rain outside. You can feel the strong body underneath that you spent hours ogling earlier, holding its breath. But Jungkook recovers, as he tightens his hold around you, a wholesome moan escaping his lips at the feel of you so close.

You lift your head to face him, a cheeky smile on your face this time as you kiss his cheeks, letting it linger for him to be able to process it. You feel him hold his breath again, and turning to face him once more, his wide eyes meet your playful ones. 

“Okay, maybe a heads up next time? I may have implied we’re going a little slow but you didn’t have to do all that in succession, you know?”

His shocked face makes you chuckle, and you kiss him again just to tease.

“Gosh, Jungkook. It’s just a kiss on the cheek. Are you in 6th grade?”

“More like 2nd grade. I had my first kiss when I was like, 8 or something.”

“What?!” You giggle. “Some lover boy you are! Who was the lucky girl?”

“This fourth grader in my piano class. I guess I was always an older woman magnet or something,” he winks.

And there he is, your cheeky Jungkook, making you laugh and be all flustered again. 

“Okay, back to 2nd grade then,” you say, kissing his cheek once more.

“Alright, other cheek now. And three times, too, yeah?”

“Yah! I make the rules,” you cock an eyebrow.

“Oh, right, okay the–” he says, eating his words as you kiss his right cheek multiple times.

“I’m serious about giving me a heads up, ___. I’m literally losing my shit right now.”

“You’re so dramatic!”

“Yeah, get used to it,” he says, tickling you as you continue to taunt him. 

You squeal as you wiggle on his couch, especially as you lay on your back and he locks your lower body in his thighs. Ending up on top of you, his hands are around your wrist and his soft eyes turn desirous as he continues to gaze at you. 

You see him eye your lips and you eye his, the tension suddenly increasing tenfold and you’re teetering on the edge again, but it’s the same moment that Heejin wakes up from her nap and starts calling for you. 

“Well, duty calls,” you laugh, sitting up as Jungkook sighs and releases you from his hold. 

“Go, she might be needing something,” he says. “I’ll prepare dinner.”

You nod and head to the room, briefly speaking to Heejin about her nap and then taking her in your arms. You carry her as you both watch Jungkook work around the kitchen, putting everything in pans then chucking them inside the oven. 

He joins you on the couch soon after, with his one arm around you and his other arm holding Heejin who’s comfortably seated on his lap. You all watch the videos you took at the pool earlier, and watching Heejin laugh while she watches herself is your new favorite sound of hers. 

You lean on Jungkook as he sings her a song, something she moves her body and adorably sings along to. It’s like they have their own world sometimes and they just get each other, especially as Jungkook talks to her about her sleep and she mumbles words, most of which you understand, her arms flailing as if to make a point. 

“Yeah, that’s good, Jinnie. Nice talk,” he says, giving her a high five. 

You share the moment in silence after just watching her bounce on Jungkook’s lap and mumble more words, the smile on both your faces getting softer by the minute. 

He’s so smitten with her, and much as you want him to know that he won’t lose you, you want him to know that he won’t lose Heejin, too. 

Knowing that she tends to follow you when you prompt her, you motion for her to look at you, and when she does, you move to kiss Jungkook on the cheek again, his eyes briefly closing at the feel of you.

Heejin smiles and does the same, falling forward on Jungkook’s chest, inching up to peck his cheek, too.

“Aww, Jinnie. Did you just give me a kiss?” He says tenderly. “That’s very sweet of you, sunshine. Can I give you one?”

She squeals his name as he caresses her cheek, then he moves forward and gently kisses her forehead. 

“Following your Mama, huh? She’s a sneaky one, isn’t she?” 

“Oh, shush. You enjoyed it,” you laugh.

“I did, very much,” he proudly smiles.

You settle there for a little while before Heejin slides off of Jungkook’s lap and runs towards the TV, tapping it before yelling that she wants to watch. You take her on the couch with you and put on some cartoons while Jungkook sets the table and puts out your dinner, with dumplings as appetizers this time.

You win over the argument of cleaning up the kitchen while he plays blocks with Heejin, who seems to not run out of energy, before finally heading back to your apartment.

Chuckling at a dozed off Heejin, you and Jungkook share in the sounds of the music softly playing in the car as you think about how today went. It felt so real, like you were playing with Jungkook and then proceeding to argue with him. 

You won’t deny that it scared you how things were going to go - you tend to be defensive and quite hot-tempered when you get into arguments. And you feared that with Jungkook’s emotional tendencies, you were both going to clash. But you surprised yourself, keeping your cool for the most part and apologizing immediately, and he surprised you, too, calling you out without being dismissive nor rude.

It makes you think that life with him would be like this. You won’t always see eye-to-eye. You’ll have moments of misjudgment or miscommunication, but you realized today that it takes a certain person to make you check yourself when you’re in a situation that is threatening and anxiety-inducing for you, someone you care deeply about, someone like Jungkook. He’s that balance of telling you how he feels without meaning to hurt you, making sure you hear his side while trying to understand yours. 

Your brother was right that respect and maturity is something taught, and with how your life is and how you are, you need that kind of person next to you.

You hold Jungkook’s hand for the rest of the drive, not saying much until you get home other than asking him to help you bathe a sleeping Heejin and then prepare her for bed. He does as you ask, setting up the tub inside the shower while you remove her clothes, then making sure she doesn’t wake up all the way until you’re putting on her pajamas. 

It’s goodnight kisses from you and Jungkook and even this feels so domestic, so natural. And for the first time, you don’t feel scared. 

“We’re okay, right?” You turn to him as you both exit the room. “I don’t wanna go to bed upset, or knowing that you are. I need to know that we’re fine.”

“Hey, I’m here with you. Of course we are,” he assures. “And I think we handled that pretty well. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think we did,” you smile. “I guess I was expecting more fireworks from me or even you but uh, I hated seeing you upset. Like, you aren’t Jungkook if you’re not laughing or annoying the heck out of me.”

“Well, I’m not all that. I was freaking out like, a whole lot. I always do that. I just don’t wanna show you because I don’t want you to think I’m this kid who doesn’t know what to do when shit hits the fan or something,” he says, his face falling a bit.

“You didn’t seem like that earlier, though.”

“I was close to it. That’s why I went for a walk. I was on the phone with my sister for an hour, actually. She was talking me through things.”

“Really?“ you ask, a little surprised because he seemed like he was holding his own earlier.

“Yeah. Every time I’d feel nervous or scared or upset when it comes to you, I always talk to someone, usually Hobi or Jimin or even Dea. I told you, I’m not good with confrontations and stuff like that,” he huffs. “I’m persistent but I was always afraid I’d scare you off or push you away and they had to ground me, call me out, tell me when I’m being too much, stop me from waiting outside your office when you weren’t talking to me and I hate that I even considered that, but yeah.”

He looks at you with wide, nervous eyes, and if earlier you’d seen pain, this time you see worry.

“Since I told my sister about us, I’ve started to talk to her, too. And I knew she’d calm me down and she did. She’s a weird ass sometimes but she knows me the most. She really helped me today,” he continues.

“I’m sorry again. I… I get confrontational and sensitive sometimes,” you say.

“It’s okay, we all do. I’ve just never really had those moments in my past relationships, you know? So I didn’t really know what to do.”

“Yeah? Never fought with any of the exes?” 

“Not really. Everything was too simple and easy, but that’s not to say that it isn’t with you,” he clarifies as your brows start to furrow. “I mean, it was just all fun. There weren’t fights because there wasn’t much to fight for, I guess. Emotions heighten when things mean a lot to you, so yeah. I’m sorry, too, again.”

Nibbling on his lip ring and looking at the ground with his hands in his pocket, Jungkook’s boyish charms shine through. He surprises you a lot, and you like that he makes you feel that way, like you can feel all kinds of emotions with him and you’re assured, at the end of the day, that he just wants things to work out. 

And you know that’s the kind of partner you want, that you need, that you’ll go through lengths to fight with and for because he’s worth it. You know that now.

You wrap your arms around him to say all the words that you can’t. For a lawyer, there are some things you can’t articulate, and that’s the care that you have for him, the fear of losing him, the affection that you hope to one day show him.

His hold around you tightens, and it’s like he just knows.

“It’s not gonna be easy, it hasn’t been,” he whispers. “But that’s how I knew I wanted you for real. Because when things got hard, all I wanted was to be next to you. And I think I’m gonna want that for a long time.”

You let out a long breath, because for all the flowery words he’d said that you knew he still means, these ones somehow hit home. 

You don’t say it back, you just hug him tighter, too, and it’s all he needs.

You’re all the seasons, all the stars in the sky; you’re all the promises he’ll keep, all the fights he’ll have, all the still days and hurricanes he’ll weather. It’s all you and Heejin in his world, and he can’t wait for the day he gets to be all those for you, too. That he gets to be the one you choose everyday, if possible. That he gets to be the lucky person whom you learn to love.

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