#i carry too much love my heart is too full……💔

[melloneah]

why isnt the concept of ‘friend crushes’ more widely talked about??? everyone i mention it to is like ‘OHHHHHH YEA I HAVE THAT HAPPEN ALL THE TIME!!!!’ >:(((( dude!!!! it should be as normalised as regular crushes. there r people i feel an intense platonic admiration towards but it’s so weird to say ‘hey u wanna be besties???’. IT SHOULDNT THO. why can u say ‘im in love with you i wanna date u’ but not ‘i admire u so much i so badly wanna be one of your best friends and get to know u from the inside out’ ?????!??!?!!?

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 (i guess)

okay. let's be honest. i have a huge problem with imposter syndrome, for years. no matter what i do and what the results are - my inner critic has her hands full. but this little beast @gothcsz tagged me in something i've been following for a while now and i finally came out from under the blanket.

i started writing as a kid. it allowed me to escape from reality. sometimes i wrote more, and sometimes i had a few years off (yes, i'm old!). now i'm back here.

am i proud of myself? sometimes. i've gotten used to the fact that what i like doesn't always please my readers. but i try to develop, learn new things and i love it when we meet somewhere halfway. i wish i could be more open to you, but it's fucking hard.

however i appreciate every second you spent reading what i write, thank you for every comment, every remark, every feedback. it's like a sign from the universe that there is life on the other side and i'm not crazy. ♥️

my favourite fanfics/oneshots from this year:

✤ General Marcus Acacius

nymph (series) if i am happy with something it is this. Marcus Acacius and Nymph. i like writing these two characters. they remind me of greek and roman myths that i read as a child. but despite everything there are times when it is hard for me to write it.

the favourite of gods (oneshot) I have no explanation for this. I was carried away by the moment when I wrote it. Am I the only one who is into the mythological, fairy-tale, mystical part of antiquity? Yes, I am bad at it. But I wrote it. And I like it.

✤ Joel Miller

the anniversary (oneshot) I never thought that something I experienced (I mean forgetting our anniversary, not sex with Joel) would be read with interest. I think I like it, although I sometimes get sad when I see a new reaction to this story in my notifications

broken trust [part 1][part 2][part 3][part 4][part 5] [epilogue] (series) this is something long that i didn't think i'd finish writing. i'm proud of it. i really like when female characters are independent and strong. that's how i wanted her to be seen. i know it's not perfect, but there are a few moments in there that i really like and i've been working on them for a long time.

short stories from life. (short stories) here I wanted to try something new, something between a series and oneshots. because sometimes there's an idea in your head, but you don't want to create a whole long story for it. did I succeed? it's an experiment. I'm testing it on myself. you're safe.

✤ Javi Gutierrez

inhale, exhale (oneshot) I know that many people who read this identified with it. Me too. I wrote with the thought - I wish there was someone next to me in moments like these, who would help me get through this. do I have tears in my eyes right now? yes, and I'm not ashamed of it. situations like this suck. (tw: panic attacks)

✤Javier Peña

you in my eyes [1][2] I started this recently, but I have great pleasure writing it. why did I put it here? because I like it. i can write this story for myself, that's okay too. It's something new for me, something that allows me to think differently.

and...

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔 [masterlist]

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍ [ masterlist]

this really got to me. really. there are characters for whom angst is easy to write, and there are those for whom your heart breaks when you have to write something bad. I approach what I write quite personally, I know I shouldn't. breaking a heart was relatively easy, mending it - no. I survived it, and so did they.

I read these writers

People I follow, love, adore, and wish I could support every day because they're amazing, beautiful, talented, authentic, empathetic, open-minded, creative, and so much more. ♥️

@gothcsz @sanarsi @stylesispunk @mothandpidgeon @morallyinept @punkshort @toomanystoriessolittletime @604to647 @oonajaeadira @iamasaddie @auteurdelabre @milla-frenchy @alwayslurkinginthebackground @javierpena-inatacvest @notjustjavierpena @theetherealbloom @baronessvonglitter @insomniamamma @hiddenzev @joelmillerisapunk

If any of you would like to praise yourself, please do so.

PS. did I do it right?

[rynnthefangirl]

Thoughts on Squid Games season 2 (spoilers):

1. That Pentathalon was brutal and one of the hardest games in either season. Seriously if even ONE person chokes you ALL die and it is so easy to choke at games like that under pressure. Should have killed way more people tbh.

Also I have been obsessed with Gonggi since watching that episode. Don’t have the real pieces, but I’ve learned to do level five with dice😎

2. Gi Hun and Player 333 defender, y’all don’t get them like I do🙌

Player 333 ate when he stabbed Thanos, you go pookie🥰

Also Young Mi’s death wasn’t his fault😞

Okay maybe I just think 333 is cute💕🤭

Gi Hun making sacrifices to try to stop the games for good is not and never will be on the same level as the game makers running the games in the first place, wipe that smirk off your face Mr. Frontman😠

Also his plan wasn’t terrible, he just didn’t know 001 was the Frontman. Maybe he should have known they’d try something like that again, but he probably figured they thought they’d beat him when they took out the tracking device. He got so close to the control room and could have won if he wasn’t betrayed!

Gi Hun could have left it all behind but instead he willingly put his life on the line to try to stop the games for good!!! He’s not “playing the hero” he IS a hero!!

I mean I’m not saying he is perfect or makes all right choices, but he has a noble goal.

3. It breaks my heart how different Gi Hun is😢 he was so bright and full of life in S1, now he’s quiet and broken. Powerful character development, but I miss my wife😭

4. Didn’t really think of 457 as a ship while I was watching, but seeing it in the fandom… yeah it’s a good ship. Gotta love a solid hero x villain, and the idea of Jun Ho finally finding the island only to realize his evil brother is psychosexually obsessed with Gi Hun is hilarious😂 457 is a great ship name too.🫰

5. I miss Sae Byeok💔

6. Player 120 and Player 149 carried this season, I’m glad they survived and am excited to see more of them!

7. I feel for Dae Ho, but I don’t think I can 100% defend him purely because he should not have volunteered to go back for the ammo. Like his reaction is totally understandable and looked like a PTSD attack and I don’t blame him in the slightest for getting out of that situation. But let 120 go back for the ammo!!! She already volunteered and she had it!!!

Although in his defense the others really should have seen that he wasn’t in a good state of mind for that mission, so that’s on them as well.

8. Player 390 was the hardest death for me, he was a good dude and Gi Hun has already watched too many friends die😭 to know it was his plan that got him killed is so much worse too.

[speaknow-sw]

Pretty much need a whole fic about Hayden with a boy toddler, as far as I can't create it 💔

you know what ? I let my mind wander on this ask so here’s drabbles of PURE FLUFF :

Hayden grins broadly, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he wrestles playfully with his little boy on the living room rug. "No way, you can't beat me! I'm the tickle monster champion!" Hayden declares in a goofy, deep voice. His son giggles and squirms, trying to wriggle free from his dad's gentle but persistent tickling fingers.

"Daddy, noooo! I give, I give!" the little boy howls with laughter, his blonde curls bouncing. Hayden relents, pulling the giggling child into a warm hug, both of them breathing heavily from the playful tussle.

"You did so well, bud. But you know what that means?" Hayden asks, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. The boy looks up at him with curious blue eyes, a big grin still plastered on his face.

"It means... it means ice cream time!" Hayden exclaims, unable to contain his excitement. "What flavor do you want, sweetheart? Chocolate, vanilla, or maybe... strawberry?"

The little boy thinks for a moment before squealing in delight, "Strawberry! With sprinkles and chocolate syrup too!"

"Your wish is my command," Hayden chuckles, booping his nose playfully. "C'mon, let's go get your ice cream reward for being such a brave little guy."

Rising to his feet, Hayden scoops up his son and carries him towards the kitchen, the boy's legs dangling and kicking happily. Hayden smiles to himself, his heart full and content in this perfect, simple moment with his beautiful child.

Hayden sits in the stands of the small community ice rink, his hands clasped around a steaming paper cup of coffee as he watches the tiny hockey players skating clumsily on the ice. The chill of the rink sends a shiver down his spine, and he takes a sip of the hot liquid to warm himself.

His eyes are glued to a small figure in a bright blue and white jersey, struggling to keep up with the other children as they chase the tiny puck around the rink. Hayden's heart clenches as he recognizes his own son, the shy and timid boy hesitating before attempting a shot on the small, child-sized net.

"That's my boy," Hayden murmurs under his breath, willing his son to gain the confidence to take the shot. "You got this, sweetheart."

As the play continued, Hayden found himself on the edge of his seat, his heart racing as his son finally mustered the courage to skate towards the goal. With a tentative swipe of his tiny stick, he managed to tap the puck towards the net, the small crowd of parents and siblings erupting into cheers as it bounced off the post and trickled into the goal.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hayden lept to his feet, shouting his encouragement and pride as his son looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Hayden smiled broadly, giving him a double thumbs up and a proud nod. "That's my boy!" he called out, his voice echoing in the rink. "You did it! Way to go, buddy!"

The shy boy offered his dad a tentative smile before glancing down shyly, his cheeks flushed pink beneath his helmet. Hayden chuckled softly, taking another sip of his coffee as he settled back into his seat, his heart swelling with love and pride for his little guy. He knew the road to confidence was a long one, but he would be there to cheer his son on every step of the way.

Hayden kneels down by the half-dug hole in the backyard, sweat glistening on his brow from the warm spring sun. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lean, muscular frame, and faded jeans with the knees caked in dried mud. Hayden looks up as his little boy toddles over, a handful of pebbles clutched tightly in his chubby fist.

"Daddy, I gonna help!" the child announces proudly, his blonde curls disheveled from running around the yard. He drops the pebbles with a clatter at the edge of the pond excavation, looking up at Hayden with eager, blue-eyed anticipation.

Hayden smiles warmly at his son, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright little man, you can definitely help," he agrees, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "But we need to make sure the rocks are big enough to stay put when we fill up the pond. Wanna try again?"

The boy nods solemnly, then scampers off to the pile of river rocks Hayden hauled in with the wheelbarrow earlier. Hayden watches as his son carefully selects a slightly larger stone, grunting as he lifts it with great effort.

"That's a good one!" Hayden encourages, kneeling down to help his son set the rock along the edge of the pond. "Nice and sturdy, just like you." He winks playfully, making the boy giggle.

Together, the unlikely pair continues to place rocks around the perimeter of the pond, Hayden guiding his son's small hands to position them just right. Every so often, Hayden pauses to wipe the sweat and dirt from his brow, smiling at his little helper who's doing his very best to assist his daddy.

In these quiet, unhurried moments, Hayden feels a profound sense of contentment and purpose. Building a pond with his son, teaching him, being a positive influence - this is what truly matters in life. He knows he'll remember and cherish these everyday moments with his child for years to come.

He’s a pro at bonding father/son activities don’t tell me otherwise

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SIX

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: your weekend on the ranch continues, as Wyatt enjoys every single aspect of it, the tension between you and Jack increases

(this is the sixth part of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE| PART FOUR| PART FIVE

Warnings: asshole!jack, angst, hurt, fluff (because Wyatt is soooo cute), mom!reader

A/N: oh besties, I don't know what to do to Jack honestly. He just can't get one single thing right. He opens his heart, only to make things wrong again, I love him, but it's getting tiring

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Jack gripped his cheek as it burned and looked at you in pure shock and awe. He had no idea a frail little thing like yourself - as he envisioned you when it came to physical confrontation - but he'd be damned as your hand was heavy. You panted heavily as you wiped your lips and groaned 

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jack?" You roared at him, tears filling your eyes as you felt yourself anxious and hurt, that was just how little he thought of you: that he would offer you shelter for the weekend in exchange of fucking you. Over your dead body. 

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I kissed you, it was an act of affection and you slapped me? Fuck you!" 

"No, fuck you, Jack Daniels because you have been treating me like shit ever since you walked back into my life, you make sure to tell me every single time you hate me, you even told me to my face you never loved me, so now you think I'll let you kiss me just because you probably got a little horny? Why don't you leave $50 on the nightstand so I can have the full hooker experience?" You hissed, seeing he was angry at your refusal, even if he had no right to be angry. 

Jack placed his hand on his hips and sighed deeply licking his lips softly and feeling a pang on his chest as they tasted like you 

"I was trying to do something nice to you, figured you deserved some attention, after all pregnancy was rough on you, and it's not every guy who's gonna look at you now" he regretted his words as soon as they came out of his lips, he could tell he went too far and the worst was that it wasn't even true, he just wanted to hurt you because you hurt his pride and ego by refusing him. 

You couldn't believe his words, he was such a pig, and you didn't even think before raising your hand and aiming for his cheek once more, you knew Jack deserved more than that, but you had never thrown a punch and you didn't even know if you could do it correctly, but he was faster catching your fist before you could hit him. 

"Careful sugar, you are becoming a feisty little bit-" 

"Don't call me a bitch, you wouldn't do that to your late wife, would you? Why are you doing this to me?" You raised your voice, not hiding all the hurt in it as he softened up for a while, letting go of your arm 

"Don't talk about her, Y/N" he warned "you know damn well why I wouldn't call her that…" his tone was low but it carried so much anger and hurt, he knew he had crossed the line with you, but he thought you'd come back to your senses instead of dragging his wife into the middle of it. 

"Yeah? Then go back to your grieving and leave me and my son alone" you spat at him and rushed out of the bedroom, finding Wyatt wandering through the home mesmerized. To him it was a big adventure and he felt the need to explore, he couldn't wait to start playing and didn't understand why his mommy and the cowboy were taking too long, so when he saw his mommy, his face lit up, being too caught up in his innocent excitement to see how sad she was 

"Can we pway mommy?" He asked adorably and giggled as she picked him up, so happy to finally be able to go outside as you crossed the big living room and went out the door, but Wyatt frowned as soon as he realized they were heading towards the car, and not the green fields. His little heart sank as he didn't want to go home just yet, he wanted to play with his friend cowboy. 

"Mommy no go home, pwease" he asked in a whimper but you didn't seem to have listened, so he tried again, louder this time, asking you not to go home. You didn't say anything else, expecting him to calm down as your son had always been such a calm and sweet child but when he started crying and begging you to stay, you didn't know what was happening to your sweet Wyatt, he was just having a meltdown in your arms, shaking his head and bawling as he didn't want to leave. If only he was a little older and you could explain him why you two shouldn't stay for any other minute at that house. 

"Cowboy, pwease!!!" Wyatt wailed and felt a tiny hope in his chest as Jack rushed outside immediately "don't wet mommy take me, pwease" he cried and you could only feel Jack taking your son into his arm.

You looked back at him with so much anger and you were willing to fight for your son, but the way he wrapped his arms around his father's neck and breathed a sigh of relief to be away from you shattered your heart. 

Of course Wyatt preferred his dad. 

You sniffed as you looked at them "come with mommy, my love" you extended your arms at him but Wyatt turned away, hiding his face from you just like he did when he didn't like someone.

You bit your lips as you felt so hurt and rejected at that moment, you knew it wasn't his fault, he was a toddler, he didn't know the context of that situation and especially not the weight of his actions. 

"Alright then" you whispered and looked down, walking towards the stable at a fast pace, there was at least one creature that wouldn't treat you badly in that place. 

Helen was deeply upset to have witnessed the scene, she hated to see you so heartbroken and also Wyatt crying like that and she was also sure it had all to do with Jack. She wished she could yell at him, grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he got into his senses, but unfortunately she couldn't. He was a grown man even if he didn't act like one, he should be responsible for his actions.

She walked behind him, smiling at Wyatt and wiping his tears, "come see the dogs with me, they love to be petted" Helen offered, intending to take him to the kitchen first and get him a glass of water so he could calm down. Jack immediately got the hint and rubbed his son's back gently, up and down "it's okay Wyatt, mommy's just a little stressed, let's watch the dogs and other animals before we find her? I ain't letting you go home today buddy, you and mama are staying the whole weekend, got it?" He assured his son, who smiled softly and snuggled him, feeling so comfortable and safe in his arms.

                         •••

You spent a long time in the stables, not sure how long exactly but it was definitely hours, judging by how famished you felt as you fed those lovely animals. You've always loved horses, always seeing them in movies, on TV and on the internet, and you always liked what they looked like and how strong and yet gentle they could be; your passion for them really sprung when you started dating Jack and he introduced you to his horses. You remembered being dumbfounded to know he actually owned horses and it also made you come to the realization he had money, not that his overall lifestyle in the city and his ranch weren't enough evidence of it, but you've always heard horses were really expensive to own and take care of, and if there was something you couldn't accuse Jack Daniels of, was not taking care of his horses. 

He was so gentle with them, patient, and he showed you the best way to approach and feed them and of course, brush them. And once he realized you loved doing such things, he let you do it. You did it almost every day, until Jack came home with a young mare he bought at a very cheap price because the owner was going to put her down, as she had been born with a problem on the hoof which caused her pain to run and she absolutely refused her. He was a softie at heart and bought her, knowing maybe you would like her. 

And you fell in love with her beautiful gray fur and how sweet she was, so Jack was amused when you named her Silver Pony - like his jet. 

You would spend so long with Silver Pony, telling her everything about your life and about your relationship with Jack. She was like a friend to you - and you addressed her with human pronouns, because she meant so much to you. And she seemed to understand you too, she showered you with affection and so much understanding coming from her sweet eyes. Even before you found out Wyatt was nothing more than a small bean inside of you, Silver Pony would greet you by gently rubbing her face against your womb, sniffing it gently and making you giggle. 

The way you loved that horse, made Jack fall in love with you even more at the time you were together and that was why he knew you'd rush to your old friend after what happened. So he took Wyatt on a tour through the ranch, not without gifting him a stetson hat specially made for his son first and then leaving the stables for last, so you would have enough time to see Silver Pony and spend time with her until you were calm. In the meantime, Jack's heart melted at how cute his son, Wyatt, was the happiest he'd ever seen, watching the animals and being able to touch some of them. He liked chirping at the birds and giggled when he saw chicken because he thought they were so funny. 

Then, Helen met them near the lake with a basket full of sandwiches and other yummy things. After what she'd witnessed, she thought it was better to replace lunch for a picnic and hoped maybe you would join them for dinner, as she had prepared your favorite. 

As Wyatt chewed his sandwich calmly he looked up at Jack with sad little eyes "whewe's mommy? I miss mommy, cowboy" Jack's heart sank at his son's puppy eyes and wiped the crumbles from his hand before ruffing his hair "mommy is spending time with a special friend of hers, she's by the stable I'm sure and I'm also sure you'll love mommy's friend" he said with a sweet smile and could feel Helen's burning gaze on him. If Jack were the kind of man to blush, he would be blushing right now. Wyatt came closer and leaned his body against Jack's side, sighing softly.

"You know, your mommy was my… friend… and she used to live here with me for a few years, she was a lot of fun and I miss her" he said "but I was mean to her and even when I try to be nice to her, I end up being mean" 

He frowned softly and looked up at him 

"Why mean? Wyatt no wike mean" he said and waited for an answer as Jack swallowed 

"Sometimes we behave bad even when we don't want to, right?" He watched as his son nodded "but your mama is a wonderful woman, and I love her just as I love you, Wyatt" the boy wrapped his small arms around the cowboy's big body and snuggled him tight "I wove you too cowboy" he said innocently and Helen teared up as she witnessed the moment, she wished so hard you could be there to see that scene and hear Jack's honest words, it was a heartfelt moment and she felt upset you had missed it. 

Jack hugged Wyatt tight and kissed the top of his head, handing him his small stetson which he put it on excitedly and watched as Jack gathered the food and placed it back inside the basket "why don't we take these to the stables and have another picnic with mommy? She's probably hungry too" he suggested and saw as Wyatt nodded excitedly and quickly helped the cowboy to gather the food. 

You were stroking Silver Pony's face as she stood next to you and smiled sadly the moment you spotted Jack and Wyatt walking side by side. You could see they were so similar and especially with the stupid hat on, even if your son looked too cute, it was still a reminder of who his father was. 

When Wyatt saw you and the mare, he rushed to you, opening his arms and throwing himself into your arms "mommy!!!" He squealed and looked at you "I sowy mommy, I didn't want to make you cwy" Your heart shattered at how sweet your son was and you only held him tight, caressing his soft cheek and shook your head "I know baby, it's okay, and mommy is also sorry she made you cry" you said and kissed his forehead, loving how welcoming his small embrace was. 

Jack shyly cleared his throat and showed you the basket 

"We brought you some food, sug- I mean, Y/N" he opened it and began taking out the sandwiches, bottles of juice and cake "you must be hungry" he added hesitantly and you nodded "thank you" you said politely and grabbed a sandwich, taking a big bite out of it and Jack felt another ounce of guilt for making you starve like that, though you barely looked at him, instead you smiled at your son "honey, mommy wants you to meet Silver Pony" you told him and got up, taking his small hand and guiding him to the beautiful mare. Wyatt was mesmerized and jumped in excitement, he couldn't believe how beautiful and nice that horse was to him and immediately hugged her

"I wove you, I wove you, I wove you" he squealed at Silver Pony, never wanting to let go of her. 

Jack also got up, taking a few steps closer and stood next to you 

"Y/N, I want to talk to you… I want to apologize, really apologize, I don't know if there will ever be a forgiveness for leaving you and our son, and even if it did, I know I don't deserve it, but I do want to apologize for being so cruel to you… maybe after Wyatt goes to bed you could talk to me?" He asked, as you swallowed and looked at him "I spent the whole day crying because you can't go by ten minutes without offending me, Jack… do you think you can just give me your puppy eyes and I'll forgive you? Don't try to fix things, you don't care about me, you never loved me, you told me that yourself, just let me be and make it through this weekend so I can go back home with my son" you told him and walked towards Wyatt, the two of you showering Silver Pony in love and affection, as Jack watched the two of you at a small distance but feeling a complete outcast from your lives.

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A/N: I don't know about you besties, but my heart is a little broken now 💔

[btspeedfreaxx]

I realize it’s been a while. I sincerely apologize. Life has just been so busy… and I think I speak on behalf of all my BT/DZ brethren, sisteren and non-binary friends when I say that it truly hasn’t been the same without either Acchan and Issay in this world.

How has it already been a year-?! Today especially has been very very rough. However much I have healed since perhaps one of the 2 worst days of my life… here today it feels like all that grief, loss and regret came flooding back to me. Like it just happened. Yet in the blink of an eye, it’s now been a full year since we lost Issay.💔 just the mere thought of that makes me want to cry… yet I’ve out poured so many tears over him… that it’s to the point where it psychically hurts today. Nothing comes out, And yet they don’t stop. Ever since that day, I’ve never stopped thinking about him. Or Acchan. Both are forever my eternal heroes.♾️🥹

It’s thanks to Atsushi that Issay saved my life. I’d known about his existence for quite some time, but never payed much attention to him. Until the last stretch of 2021, stretched into the start of 2022.

**Trigger warning folks- I want to tell my story… but this gets dark. So if you want to skip ahead, I completely understand. But in short form… I’d somehow managed to crawl out of the abyss from a 4 year battle with addiction that almost k!lled me. I don’t want to go into details- but during that time I did many awful things. To my family who were just trying to help; to the few friends from highschool that I managed to keep with me, who I then pushed away. When I realized what I had done, I found myself in an abyss, even darker than the last. It was extremely lonely- I felt so numb, isolated, and distant from the world. Like I was floating. I almost didn’t make it.

But within this abyss, I got to know Issay. And I fell head over heels in love with this endlessly fascinating and charismatic man, who was so Unapologetic about who he was, and seemed to share so much in common with my own self. So much of our views on life were the same. Reading about his story… about how he came to write Matsu Uta. It’s amazing how an artist who doesn’t even know you exist can strike you where you feel it most- for somehow his lyrics for Matsu Uta spoke exactly to how I felt in that time. I’d found a new saviour. Which is why I chose to sing Matsu Uta above.⏫ it made me realize that I wasn’t alone. That I wasn’t a burden to my parents or anyone.

“I’ve been here since some time ago

Staying here, sleeping in a standstill

People pass me by

The wind passes me by too

Dreams?　Despair?　Or is it hope?

I wait for you…

I’m just waiting for you

A plethora of times pass me by

A plethora of dreams pass me by

Flickering shadows keep dancing

While I simply stand defenseless

I just want to stand here and wait

I wait for you…

I’m just waiting for you”

(*lyrics translated by Yoshiyuki and taken from their site ;p),

It’s because of that song, because of Issay that I saw a light. And it kept me going, bit by bit. One small baby step at a time. And even when I stumbled back- I now had both he and Acchan’s bodies of art and music to catch my fall, and to comfort my wounds whenever I needed solace. Had it not been for either of these bands, especially Der Zibet at that time, I would not be here today.

Acchan and Issay didn’t just save my life, through them they changed my life, and transformed me into a far better person than I was back then. even after their psychical passings- I feel I still continue to learn more and transcend my inner self, through their legacies of which I swore to carry out, and through every single fan/person who knew them personally. Who continue to do nothing but outpour in love and praise for the 2 of them. For how genuinely compassionate and caring about the world they were. Their “love story” truly opened my eyes towards my own views on life, love and what it could mean.

So Acchan, Issay… if you are somehow reading this. From the bottom of my heart- since I’ll never have the chance sadly to say this to you both in real life. Thank you, so much. 🥹🌸🖤🦇🥀✨♾️ I hope and pray wherever it is you 2 are. You’re at peace. And you are where music and love are up there.

In the meantime, with whatever time I may have left here on earth- I vow that I will never ever shut up. About either of you. 🖤 I love and miss you both so much.♾️🥹 forever and always.

🌈✨ see you over the rainbow someday. Thank you all for reading. Please take care… cherish all that you love. And live life to the fullest that you can.

🦇🥀 rest in power my beloved count. A forever legend to me. Always. https://youtu.be/DY0rVs3pT9A?si=ccO-KWJ-rLJsvZUV

[mysticinsightstarot]

heyyy how are u? So i saw that im on the free tarot game! (Tysmm)

My question is if GA (his first letter of his first name and the second letter of his second name) and me are going to be something? Like who he sees me and his feelings

Thank u❤️🙏🏻

💖✨ Will You & GA Be a Thing? ✨💖

Hey beautiful souls, buckle up for a wild tarot ride full of cosmic chaos, deep emotions, and spicy potential! 😍🔮 Let’s unravel the mysteries of your connection with GA!

1. Current Energy Between You Two

The Devil, The Moon, The World Oof, talk about intense! 🔥🌓 The Devil hints at undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that you both probably can’t ignore—think obsessive thoughts or that late-night overthinking spiral. The Moon suggests confusion, hidden feelings, and uncertainty clouding the way. 🌌 Yet, The World wraps it up by saying there’s potential for fulfillment if you both can rise above the shadows and fears. It’s like a karmic roller coaster that could come full circle. 🎢💫

2. GA’s Current Feelings for You

8 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Hierophant GA’s energy is a mystery wrapped in complexity. 😶‍🌫️💔 The 8 of Cups shows they’re trying to walk away from something emotionally heavy, maybe past wounds or something unresolved. But wait—the Queen of Cups says they feel deeply for you, with compassion and care. 🥹✨ The Hierophant speaks of tradition, meaning GA might crave commitment but are dealing with inner struggles first. You’re touching their heart, but they need to find themselves before diving in.

3. Your Feelings for GA

High Priestess Ooh, secretive, are we? 😉🌙 The High Priestess tells me you’re keeping your cards close to your chest, maybe trusting your intuition and vibing on a soul level. This is a deep, spiritual attraction, like you know there’s something more but don’t want to spill all the tea just yet. 🍵✨

4. Obstacles in the Connection

Ace of Pentacles, Page of Swords, Queen of Wands, Knight of Cups, 2 of Wands Holy obstacles, Batman! 😵‍💫 The Ace of Pentacles reveals issues around stability—could be financial, practical, or even timing. Meanwhile, the Page of Swords warns of immaturity or gossip, someone snooping or talking without thinking. 🤔 The Queen of Wands? She’s bringing passion, but maybe too much drama! The Knight of Cups shows romantic dreams, but watch out for inconsistencies. The 2 of Wands? There’s distance, maybe literal or metaphorical, making things tough. Decisions, decisions! 🗺️💭

5. What Attracts GA to You

2 of Cups, Page of Cups, Chariot Heart eyes alert! 🥺❤️ The 2 of Cups says GA feels a soulmate-like connection, a bond that’s hard to ignore. The Page of Cups makes them adore your sweet, dreamy side, and The Chariot means you bring out their desire to chase, to go after what they want. You inspire them to take action—they’re so into you, it’s like a love song stuck in their head. 🎶🚗💕

6. What Makes GA Hesitate

6 of Cups, 5 of Swords, 8 of Swords, 7 of Wands Oof, here’s the tea! 🍵🥀 The 6 of Cups brings past memories—GA might still be dealing with a nostalgic longing or an ex-situation. The 5 of Swords is all about conflict and feeling defeated. Add in the 8 of Swords, and they’re stuck in their own mind, paralyzed by fear or self-doubt. And the 7 of Wands? That’s defensiveness, feeling like they have to fight off external pressures. It’s a battlefield in their head, for real. 🥺🪖

7. Advice for You

10 of Wands, 9 of Wands Whoa, you’re carrying a lot of emotional baggage, my love. 😩💼 The 10 of Wands says you’ve been shouldering too many responsibilities or expectations. The 9 of Wands? It’s the wounded warrior, telling you to hold on but set some boundaries. Protect your energy, but don’t give up if this feels right. Healing and patience will be your BFFs. 💪✨

8. Potential Outcome

8 of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, The Star, Strength Triple 8s for abundance and change! 🔥💸 The 8 of Pentacles says progress is possible if you’re willing to put in the work. The 8 of Wands brings a rush of communication or sudden developments. And The Star? It promises hope, healing, and divine timing—wish upon that shooting star, babe! 🌠 Finally, Strength is all about taming inner demons and growing stronger together. If you both stay resilient, this connection can be beautifully transformative. 🦁🌟

Bottom of the Deck: The Magician

Manifestation mode ON! 🌟✨ The Magician says you have all the tools to make magic happen in this relationship. Focus on what you truly desire, and speak it into existence! You’re both more powerful than you realize. 😇💬

📝 Feedback means everything, babes! 💌 Tag my blog with your thoughts and be sure to reblog my pinned post with a 💎 to officially claim your reading. Trust me, it’s essential if you want to keep this good energy flowing and make more magic together! ✨💖

[lenteur]

random thoughts about castaway diva, episode ten

(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)

Lee Uk is an incredible man!!! I keep repeating myself but he is. The lengths he'll go to to protect his family... <3 I have a lot of respect for him both as a man and as a father. He even went as far as confessing to the police about stealing the family's identity. He's a good man. His face should be the definition of the word "good". I am very tired but know I'll be always rooting for that man.

I'm disgusted by their neighbors' actions: spreading false rumors, turning their backs on so called friends, pitying mr jung when they know nothing about him. I can't wrap my head around the fact they'd stoop that low when they've known them for that long. Victims of ab*se already have a hard time confessing and going to the police to file a complaint, add on top of that nosy and hypocritical neighbors and friends = you'll obtain victims that'll never break out of their silence because of the shame and guilt.

One thing you can count on mok ha for is standing up for the people she loves. She's the first one to confront the neighbors by deconstructing their arguments/theories. It's a beautiful thing to see the relation between mok ha and the kang family. They're one big family 💓

Going back to lee uk, that man is a treasure. He's ready to face the consequences of his actions because he was inspired by his son's words "a lie is a lie. The more you lie, the more weaknesses appear."

Mr Jung is one scary man ewww He talks about his wife and kids as his property and not as people he loves dearly. No wonder they all escaped from him. And in his twisted mind, all his actions are normal and natural. It's natural for a father to search for his wife and kids. It's also normal to hit and ab*se his kids because they didn't obey him. I hope he ends up in jail and away from the family for a long long long time.

Poor Mok ha has a lot to deal with in this episode. First the testimony of mr jung's ab*se towards the family, now ran joo asking her to cut ties with the only people she can call family. I know she's trying to make sure mok ha wouldn't give up just like she did before but that's still a little bit harsh. I'm sensitive I know that.

I can sense the heartbreak coming 💔 ran joo is right about the general public's opinion of mok ha if the latter doesn't cut ties with the family. It breaks my heart but I do understand where she comes from. She has the right to think about herself too. Yoon ran joo is putting a lot into mok ha's career so she has to be sure of whether she'll produce mok ha's album or not.

I know I just said ran joo was harsh with mok ha but she needed to hear that. Mok ha still has this very utopic idea of the world, thinking the rumors won't come back on her once she debuts. She's always been naive so I'm thankful for ran joo shaking her up and opening her eyes.

I admire mok ha because she has so much love to give. She's far from weak, she's proven time and time again how strong she is not only on the deserted island but also in her pursuit of her goals. She prefers to see the glass half full instead of half empty. But sometimes, I can't help but think to myself she needs someone bringing her down to earth from her dreams. Don't get the wrong idea, it's a great thing to have a positive outlook on the world, but sometimes when you do it a lot, it becomes too much.

Oh no... The parallels between young ki ho preparing for their escape from chunsam island and now bo geol putting up the final touches of mok ha's new appartment... my heart is too weak for that!!!

The fact that he bought her an appartment as soon as he found she was alive! Ki ho, the man that you are today 💗💗💗

Mok ha being torn between the two most important things in her life: her dream of becoming a singer & protecting her family. I feel so sorry for her.

It's cute how mok ha thinks she can fool anyone by pretending she's only interested by her reputation as an almost-debuting artist. You can see it. You can hear it. She's not sure of herself. It sounds like she's beating herself up she hears those words come out of her mouth.

There are several things I don't understand: why did ran joo give up her shares when she was so close to the goal? Reaching the goal would've helped both her and mok ha in the long run (ie more money, more creative control, more decision making, etc.). That still doesn't make any sense to me. I'm grateful we got to see ran joo in her element (producing music) but still, i think her getting majority (or half i don't remember) of the shares would have been a better tactic. 2) How did woo hak fall in love with mok ha? It might be because I support bo geol and mok ha more but the love triangle feels a little forced :/ i do wish woo hak to find love, but not with mok ha.

Mok ha learning from her mistakes (distancing herself from the family) and being ready to risk it all to defend ran joo. Just like she said: "If I keep cutting people out, who's going to be left?" She's always been loyal to those close to her so it doesn't surprise me why she said that. And she's right. She's been living alone for a long time, she doesn't need to live that kind of life a second time.

It's nice to see the family all come together to face mr jung. I hope they win this case and mr jung leaves them alone once and for all.

A promising preview for the next episode, I can't wait!

Overall, I'd give this a 8.85/10

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Haiii hello :3 I’m back again with more stsg thoughts !! So,, I feel like we can all recognise that teen stsg are complete and utter losers BUT there are quite a few scenes in the anime that make it obvious that the both of them are capable of being serious to protect people when it’s necessary.. and it made me think of how they would react if you got seriously injured hmmm HMMMMM (this totally isn’t yummy to me because I wanna see feral protective stsg…. Totally…..) or maybe it’s a lil like when Toji told sugu that he killed satoru hhhh … like ur all on a mission together and u get separated somehow and satoru is like “where tf did y/n go 🙁🙁” and whoever they’re fighting comes outta nowhere like “oh I killed th-“ 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ‘n it turns out you’re just a little injured 😭😭 but I feel like they’d be sooo dramatic and worried about you :( and satoru “jokes” that now they won’t be able to leave u alone incase u get injured again…he’s just gonna have to keep an eye on u and protect u forever and ever (he means it) and sugu js goes full mother mode like he’s forcing u to stay in bed, makes you soup, reminds u to take pain meds and listens to every word of advice the doctor gives to help u recover from the injury 💔💔 hrherh I know this wasn’t as long as my usual asks but I thought it was cute and I’ve been thinking about the stupid losers all day… can’t wait to see the sashisu thing uve been working on too !! I love them sooo much I know shoko doesn’t get much love in this fandom :( loser boys (stsg) taking up too much of the spotlight smh…. Move outta the way…. It’s bae shokos turn…. (Joke I still love stsg💔) but she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression) hehe I hope u have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for uuu !! — stsg anon !! 💗🌸

had to go into pixlr to make this r u proud of me…. HEHEH STSG ANON MY SWEETIE my number one supplier of treats <33333 i loveloveloveeee feral protective stsg…. ure so real…… they’re both wolfboys at heart i think .

but ohhhh u always get them perfectly….. toru joking around to lighten to mood (but he’s actually not joking at all) while sugu goes mother hen mode……… :((( they’re both sooo so worried. there’s nothing they wouldn’t do to protect u!!!….. one scenario i keep thinking of is reader falling down a set of stairs or slipping on a patch of ice when it’s cold n slippery outside…. and spraining their ankle… so stsg has to take care of them and they’re both just. Wrecks. bc they feel sooo guilty and they hate seeing u in pain….. i imagine that it’d hit sugu extra hard so toru tries to be more serious and mature than usual to make up for it!! idk i just feel like sugu is especially prone to blaming himself over things like this :((( even if it wasn’t his fault at all…. and he tries to distract himself from the shame by tending to u like a baby chick. makes u food and carries u around the house…. sits u down on his lap and tries to distract u from the way his eyes gloss over w tears bc he can’t stop looking at the cast on ur foot and he just feels so incredibly guilty :((((((((….. sniffle. i wanna hug him.

i got carried away phfkdjkdkf BUT I LOVE YOUUU STSG ANON and i love this concept sm…….. they’re both papabears :((( i feel like satoru gets a lot more serious when you’re injured, while suguru gets more meek than usual…. it’s kind of a reversal of their usual roles but it’s great bc they balance each other out !! :3 like. in the scenario above i feel like satoru might get frustrated bc they told you to be careful not to slip on the ice or whatever but suguru is there to remind him that you’re in pain and that it was an accident :(( and when it’s a more minor injury i think suguru is the one to get slightly condescending bc why would you go out into the rain without a jacket?? /obviously/ you’d catch a cold, dummy. and satoru is there to defend your honour with his life LMAO…… they’re sooo so silly.

ALSOOOO STSG ANON ….. i’m so glad that ure excited for the sashisu fic 😭😭😭 that made me so happy!!! i agree sm, shoko is sooo underrated she’s my little meow meow i love her sm :((

she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression)

YOU’RE SO REALLLLL PDHFJJDJF MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER <3…. i knew i could trust u stsg anon, she’s SUCH a loser and we don’t talk abt it enough smh. she’s literally soooo similar to stsg like they’re all the same… soft sappy silly little losers…… oh how i love them so <33

[doodleoogles]

Tomorrow came and it wasn't any better. 30-some-odd minutes past 9 in the morning, I received the news that made my world fall apart. For a few seconds, I couldn't feel anything. It's like that fraction of a moment before tragedy strikes. The bittersweet pause before the immense wave of emotions engulf your entire being. My sweet Damien is gone.

How could I live in a world where he no longer exist? We've shared 14 years together and I could no longer recall the life I had before he came along. It's like there was nothing before him. He made the house a home with his bright white fur and peaceful eyes.

I remember how I would hug him close when some pains are too much to bear. I remember how he'd look at me as if to say things will always be okay, you have me. Life isn't a walk in the park but he made our journey a merry stroll. How do I walk now when my companion is no longer around?

I cannot find the exact words to describe this pain but I am trying to find comfort in knowing you lived your best life with us. I know how much you loved car rides when your hooman sibling would carry you on his small lap so you can feel the wind on your face. I would watch you both on the rearview mirror with my heart so full and smile as I sing along to the songs blasting in our speakers. Those are one of the many priceless memories I will hold forever, knowing I will never get to drive on the freeway the same way ever again.

You taught us love in it's simplest form. Love is about coming home to wet kisses and warm paws after a hard day's work. It's like despite missing that last bus trip home and life sucked you dry, you will always have a reason to feel better.

Thank you for all the joy you brought to our lives. Mama loves you forever. 💔😢

Damien : Dec 8 2008 - Aug 25 2023

[girlygguk]

EASY ⋆ CHAPTER ONE

summary when you’re young and swept up in the whirlwind of idol life, where every little move is scrutinized and relationships are hidden behind layers of secrecy, the pressure of the world watching makes everything so much more complicated. it's a lot. of course it is. yet, to jeon jungkook... loving you is still the easiest thing in the world.

⋆ please read the prologue first ⋆

pairing bts idol jk x female idol reader

genre idolverse, bff2l, fluff, angst, eventual smut

word count 13.1k

content read prologue for full fic warnings, chapter set in 2016, simp jk, down bad jk, heavy pining, touchy no-boundary bffs, gukkie's bday, two award shows, nct jaehyun appearance, eomma jang appearance, a bit of cursing, misunderstandings, jealousy, oc is confused, cringe fic, final proofread done on sleepy brain

author's note hello my patient little lovelies 💟 this chapter originally hit 20k 😭 but since it's a series, i decided to split it up to keep u guys excited for what's to come instead of giving it all away in one go :P had to cut a couple insaneeely cringy scenes 😒 so i’m v sorry if a few of the transitions are a bit choppy.. 💔 pls lemme know what u think tho!! love you lots<3

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CHAPTER ONE: Nineteen

"Close your eyes." 

Jungkook flinched at the sound of your voice, his phone slipping from his hand and landing on the couch cushion with a soft thud. 

His gaze had been focused on nothing, just scrolling aimlessly through Instagram while waiting for you to return. After the second movie of your marathon ended, you had suddenly disappeared into your room, leaving behind only a vague promise to 'be back in a sec!' 

Obviously, he had tried to follow, but you stopped him in his tracks and forced him to sit back down on the couch. Even made him promise not to move. 

So now, Jungkook barely registered your words, his mind too focused on the fact that you were finally back. Instinctively, he began to turn around. But before he could even glance in your direction, you gently placed a hand on his head, halting him in place. 

"Uh-uh," you laughed, your voice light, the sound brushing past his ear like a whisper. It tickled. "Close your eyes, ttoki." 

The closeness of your voice sent a tingle, or seven, down his spine. Without a second thought, his eyes fluttered shut. Whether it was from the command itself, or the undeniable effect you had on him, he wasn't sure. 

You stood on your toes, leaning in to make sure his eyes were firmly closed, your face hovering close enough that he could smell the popcorn on your breath. He shivered.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you quietly moved around to the front of the couch and plopped down beside him, the cushion dipping under your weight. 

"Hold out your hands," you instructed softly, biting your lip to stifle your excitement. 

Without hesitation, Jungkook complied, turning his palms up in front of him. He expected something small—a snack, maybe, or one of the random trinkets you were always carrying around. But when you laid something soft and surprisingly heavy in his hands, his fingers instinctively closed around it, feeling the familiar texture of fabric. 

“It just arrived yesterday,” you explained. “And we’ve been together since, so I didn’t get the chance to wrap it properly…” 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed in confusion, even with his eyes still firmly shut. "But… you already gave me my gift?" he said, his head tilting slightly toward you. 

“Ttoki,” you chuckled, reaching over to brush your hand against his forehead, smoothing the crease that had formed. “I made you pancakes for breakfast. That’s not a real gift.” 

“They were amazing, though…” he mumbled, leaning into your touch, his face melting into that squishy pout that always melted your heart. 

“I’m glad you liked them,” you replied with a laugh, giving his cheek a light pinch before settling back against the couch. “Okay. Open your eyes.” 

Slowly, Jungkook blinked his eyes open, clearing the blur from his vision as he glanced down at the item in his hands. The air in his lungs froze. 

It was an Off-White skate tee. Thee Off-White skate tee. 

The same one that had been discontinued months ago. The one he’d casually mentioned to you, lamenting how he hadn’t bought it when he had the chance. He had even confessed to you once—when you’d slyly prodded him for more details about the shirt—that he’d hesitated back when it was available. At the time, he and his brothers were barely scraping by, and he’d been too cautious to spend what little money he had on something like that. Now, he could buy it a hundred times over, but it was too late. The brand no longer made that style.

Yet, here it was. In his hands. 

Jungkook stared at the shirt like he’d never seen a piece of clothing before. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the fabric, running his fingers over the soft material. "How… how did you get this?" he asked, his voice barely audible, eyes still glued to the shirt. 

You smiled, pleased with his reaction. “I found it on HandMeDown,” you explained, referring to the app where people in Seoul sold their secondhand clothes. “And don’t worry, I already washed it. It’s ready to wear.” 

Jungkook instinctively brought the shirt to his nose, the familiar scent of your fabric conditioner filling his senses. He swallowed back a sigh. “So that’s why you didn’t want me doing your laundry yesterday…” he hummed in realization, now laying the shirt across his lap and staring at it in awe. 

“Well, that, and Jiyoung-unnie was offended that you only do mine and not hers,” you giggled. 

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement as if to say, and what about it? 

He looked at you then, the gratitude and affection in his eyes overwhelming. “Jjogi…” he said, his voice thick. “Thank you. I love it so much.” 

Without another word, Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath against your skin made you shiver, but you smiled, wrapping your arms around him in return. 

“That’s okay, ttoki. I’m glad you like it,” you murmured, your hands moving in gentle circles on his back, your nails lightly scratching the spots you knew he liked. “I’m just sorry this isn’t the big, fancy 19th birthday party that you deserve.” 

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his his dark eyes soft as they searched your face. "This is all I wanted," he said simply. "I asked for this…" 

You tilted your head, still holding his gaze as your fingers rest gently on his shoulders. "Yeah, I know you wanted Iron Man and time to just relax," you replied with a small smile. “But I still feel bad that everyone else couldn’t come because of those stupid reshoots… They should be back soon, though.” 

"Ah," Jungkook mumbled, his teeth catching his lower lip as he nibbled on it—a habit of his when he was lost in thought. 

Reshoots. Right. 

That was the excuse Namjoon had come up with, conveniently keeping the others away for the night. In reality, Jungkook had asked Namjoon to give him the day alone with you—just you. And Namjoon, being the good hyung he was, made it happen. 

Even though Jungkook knew you would’ve been perfectly fine with just you and him for his birthday, he also knew you. Knew that you would've felt guilty for not having the whole group there. Could practically hear your soft voice reminding him how excited the others were to celebrate his birthday, how they would've loved to watch Iron Man with him. 

But he didn’t want to watch Iron Man with them. He wanted to watch Iron Man with you. 

"That's okay," Jungkook said softly. "I’m more than happy with tonight. It’s—it’s everything I wanted." 

"Good." You let out a sigh of relief, your hands covering his as they rested on his lap. "Happy birthday, ttoki. You deserve everything you want. I love you so much, you know that?" 

"I do. And I love you more." His words came so easily, so naturally, like they were meant to exist only between the two of you. His gaze lingered on yours for a moment before he turned to gently set the shirt aside. "Thank you so much, jjogi. God, you're just—" 

Jungkook cut himself short with a huff, as if whatever he was about to say would’ve been too much. Instead, he leaned forward, and gently guided your arms around his neck. In one motion, he maneuvered you down onto the couch beneath him, your soft laughter filling his ears as you sank into the cushions. 

He settled comfortably on top of you, his head finding its place in the crook of your neck. "Let’s sleep," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. 

“But we still have the third movie to get through,” you protested, though your voice lacked conviction as your hands wandered down to gently poke his side. 

Jungkook grunted, burrowing deeper into you, making it abundantly clear he wasn’t planning on moving. “Nap first,” he grumbled. 

You laughed, poking him again. “And you don’t want any of your birthday cake?” 

Jungkook shook his head lazily, a quiet no escaping his lips as he tightened his arms around you. 

You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his hair and gently scratching his scalp. “Well, we should at least move to a bed. We’ll regret sleeping here in the morning.” 

Jungkook shook his head again, his voice barely a whisper now. “Just a nap…” 

After a pause, he tilted his head back slightly, his dark eyes peeking up at you as he added, almost innocently, “By the way, how much was it?” 

You froze for a second, pretending not to hear the question as your fingers continued their slow, soothing strokes through his hair. “Hm? How much was what?” 

He let out a soft hum, clearly enjoying your touch, before murmuring sleepily, “The shirt.” 

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to think of a response. “Mmm, I don’t remember,” you finally whispered, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek in hopes of distracting him. “Let’s sleep,” you added, guiding his head back down against your chest as you leaned into the throw pillow behind you. 

What were you supposed to say? 

That you’d saved every bit of your allowance for three months just to afford it? That you’d scoured every corner of the internet before stumbling upon it on some random resale app, only to have MarkLee99 refuse to let you haggle the price down, no matter how hard you tried? 

It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about your finances in front of Jungkook. God, no. You both had been through way too much together for that. Spent too many nights, broke and broken, licking the seasoning off the snack bags your mom sent from Daegu during trainee days when meals were sparse. 

It wasn’t shame— it was that you just didn’t want him to worry. He did that a lot when it came to you. 

Jungkook hummed softly, his muscles growing heavier. He knew. He knew that shirt cost you a lot, more than you’d ever admit. You spent your money on him—just him. And god, you were so fucking perfect for that. 

Of course he wasn’t going to let it go. He'd pester you tomorrow—or maybe the day after, as a thank you for such an amazing night. But for now? He wasn’t moving. Not from this spot. Not from you. 

Jungkook’s eyes finally fluttered shut, his body sinking deeper into yours as sleep began to pull him under. He made sure to keep most of his weight pressed into the couch, though his body stayed comfortably intertwined with yours. 

And then he waited. 

Patiently listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, the quiet rise and fall of your chest beneath him, until it finally evened out—reassuring him that you were fast asleep. 

Only then did he allow himself to slip into unconsciousness, his mind full of you, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

Best birthday ever.

Mnet Asian Music Awards 

“And now, the nominees for Song of the Year…” 

Jungkook’s gaze was fixed on the floor. Not out of boredom or disinterest—no, nothing like that. But because this way, he could catch glimpses of you in his peripheral vision without needing to strain his eyes around Jimin’s frame or tilt his head in an obvious way. Just the edge of your figure, the way your jewelery shimmered in the lights, the way your hands fidgeted in your lap. He wanted to see your reaction properly, but he had to be careful.

“BTS - Blood Sweat and Tears,” “Exo - Monster,” “GFriend - Rough,” “LUMI - Supernatural,” “Twice - Cheer Up.” 

GFriend’s performance had been incredible, and he knew you would've been quietly geeking out over it. You loved the group, especially their song “Rough,” your favorite at the moment. He could practically hear you humming the chorus in his head, like you’d done all month.

It made him smile, remembering how you made him sing it with you that one time. Late night in the practice room, giggling uncontrollably when he forced himself to sing off-key.

Jungkook wished he could’ve seen your face light up when they sang it, but he’s already in hot water for not keeping his expressions in check when you both attend award shows. His managers, his hyungs, and even your leader, Nari, had all warned him.

Nari-noona was kindhearted, much like his own leader. But she was fiercely protective of her members, just as Namjoon-hyung was of his. 

A few weeks ago, at an event where both your groups attended, a clip had gone viral of Jungkook staring at you for a little too long to be considered just a glance. 

It wasn't just a glance, of course—he had been completely distracted by how good you looked in that gown that night, stealing far more looks than the internet even caught wind of. But the world didn’t need to know that. 

Still, the six-second clip had been enough to send netizens into a fucking frenzy. 

He wasn’t surprised when the criticism came for him; that always happened. But when you took the brunt of the backlash... yeah, that fucking gutted him. 

Nari knew you wouldn’t say anything to Jungkook about it—and you didn't—because you didn’t blame him. You never blamed him for the gossip or the way the internet twisted things. It was just a look. 

But the industry you were both in could be as toxic as it was rewarding, and Nari had gently reminded him, in that older sister way, that when you’re constantly in the limelight like he was now, things are different. Even when he thought nobody was paying attention, it only took one person to notice. 

She had also pointed out that, as endearing as it was, Jungkook was utterly hopeless at hiding his feelings. Everything was always written right across his face, whether he meant it to be or not. 

Though BTS was technically the senior group to LUMI, Nari had been in the industry nearly as long as Namjoon, and both were wise beyond their years. Jungkook would never disregard advice from either of them. 

He had promised Nari that he understood, that he was sorry, that he would do better to protect you. 

Nari had just smiled. She already knew he would. 

"And the 2016 Mnet Asian Music Award winner for Song of the Year… LUMI, Supernatural! Congratulations!" 

And just like that, all prior thoughts of keeping his cool completely and utterly evaporated. 

Before he could stop himself, Jungkook shot to his feet, his fists punching the air as if he just won the fucking daesang. “YES. Wooooooo!!!" 

The stadium exploded in applause, but Jungkook barely registered the noise. His heart pounded in his chest, the euphoria of your win surging through him like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Especially when the first thing you did after Cha Seungwon announced your group’s win was look at him. Not just in his direction, but directly at him. 

Your eyes were wide with disbelief, face glowing with pure joy. Jungkook’s breath hitched at the sight. God, you were so beautiful when you were happy. 

“Thank fuck,” he muttered under his breath, clapping so hard his palms stung. 

No one deserved this award more than your group. "Supernatural" was massive. It dominated the charts in Korea and made waves internationally too. It was everywhere for months—it still was. 

He remembered when it first dropped. You were out of town for promo, and when the song played over the speakers at a little local cafe where he was picking up drinks for his members, he couldn’t resist Facetiming you. 

You’d been over the moon, screaming into the phone, and made him stay on the line with you until the song ended. He found an empty booth in the back, pulled up his hoodie, and and sat there on the phone with you until all the coffees he’d ordered had gone cold. 

Now, as the cameras flashed and chaos ensued around him, Jungkook's focus was locked on you—watching as your members pulled you into a group hug, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. When you broke away to head for the stage and he remembered you’d have to pass by him… he stood a little straighter. 

His hyungs were cheering too—maybe not as embarrassingly as he was—but they knew, just like he did, what this moment meant. You had all trained together, struggled together, grew up in the industry together. Getting this sort of recognition after so much hard work was a feeling that they understood all too well. 

As your group bowed to the senior idols seated to his left, you approached the stage steps directly in front of him. Nari was leading the way, but Jungkook noticed the subtle nudge you gave her. It was so slight, anyone else would’ve missed it. But not him. 

Nari glanced back at you, confusion flickering across her face for a split second before realization dawned. A knowing smile tugged at her lips as she shifted gracefully, taking a few steps to the side, drawing the camera’s attention with her. 

Then the crowd exploded. The loudest cheers of the night echoed around the arena as Nari led the four of you in a deep bow toward BTS. 

Jungkook’s grin widened, his heart pounding all over again as you lifted your head, the most adorable fucking smile lighting up your face. He and his members grinned, returning the bow instantly. Taehyung and Jimin added their own touch, wiggling their fingers at your group in a goofy, showing-off way, snickering as the cameras ate it all up.

As Jungkook’s hands stilled, he clasped them together in front of him, fighting off every urge in his body to pull you into his arms and congratulate you properly. He wanted to—god, he wanted to—but he couldn’t. Not now, with every lens in the room trained on you both. Instead, he stayed rooted, lips parting as if to say something, but closing quickly. 

You didn’t need words. You never did. 

With a little tilt of your head, a soft crinkle of your eyes, you said it all. You knew exactly what he was feeling, and the sweet smile you shot him left his pulse racing. He felt his throat tighten as he swallowed a little too hard, catching the way you bit your lip as you fought off a grin before taking Eunji’s extended hand and heading up onto the platform. 

The cameramen scrambled to adjust their angles as your group walked toward center stage. It had been less than two minutes since your name was announced, but for Jungkook, it felt like twenty. 

It was ridiculous, really. That stupid, adorable fucking smile of yours, always making him lose his train of thought. And now, apparently, his sense of time too.

With a huff, he dropped back into his seat next to Jimin, already bracing himself for the grilling he'd get once the show aired. 

Oh well, what were they going to do? Fire him? 

"Wah," Nari's breathless voice echoed through the speakers. The crowd roared in response, bringing a wide grin to her face. Jungkook smiled, watching as you and your members marvelled at the trophy in your leader's hands before turning back to the audience. 

"I don’t know what to say, and I always know what to say..." Nari laughed, sending another wave of cheers through the stadium. "I know this might sound like false humility, but we really didn’t think we would win… I mean..." 

The crowd erupted in laughter as Nari gestured playfully toward the right, where your sunbae group, Exo, sat. The cameras zoomed in on the group’s modest smiles and head shakes and Jungkook shared a knowing glance with his own members. 

You and the rest of LUMI giggled softly, nudging Nari as she bowed sheepishly toward the senior group before regaining her composure. 

“Okay, okay… ah, here we go,” Nari chuckled, taking a deep breath as she steadied herself in front of the microphone. "Thank you, Bang PD-nim and BigHit Entertainment for these unbelievable opportunities… Thank you to our amazing friends and families for always loving and supporting us... And thank you to our incredible seniors for showing us what it means to never give up." 

The crowd’s response was deafening. Like, ear-piercingly loud. Jungkook soon realized the cause of the explosion when he glanced up at the large LCD screens overhead and saw Taehyung and Jimin displayed in all their glory, posing dramatically for the shot.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, chuckling along with Hobi, yet extremely grateful that the camera didn’t pan to him. He was self-aware enough to know that his eyes were probably shaped like fucking hearts right now.

"And most importantly… thank you so much, Nova," Nari continued, fingers tracing the edges of the trophy. The applause swelled again, somehow even louder than before. "This means more to us than we could ever put into words. We work hard, but Nova, you worked even harder to get us here. This is as much yours as it is ours. Thank you. We love you." 

As Nari stepped back with a bow, Jungkook swore he saw her eyes glistening, and his smile softened. He’d never seen Nari-noona cry before. 

She waved a calm hand out to you and your members members, signaling for one of you to speak next. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, clapping along with the rest of the room, and beside him, Namjoon let out a low, impressed sigh. “Incredible,” he murmured. 

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged looks, snickering but nodding in agreement. Jungkook’s gaze found its way back to you and your members, watching as you all looked at each other, shaking your heads and silently insisting, no, you go. 

He almost chuckled aloud, surprised that Jiyoung wasn’t clamoring for the microphone—he couldn’t recall a time when she wasn’t chatting his ear off. 

Nari rolled her eyes playfully before gently nudging you toward the microphone.

Jungkook knew there was a camera pointed at him, and he hoped it didn’t catch the way he jerked slightly in his seat, maybe a little too eager for you to hear you speak. 

“Ah,” you chuckled nervously as the stadium exploded into cheers the moment you took the mic. A blush crept up your cheeks, and Jungkook instinctively leaned forward, lifting a hand to hide the smile tugging at his lips. 

“I don’t- uh…” you began, your voice soft as you glanced at your members, who nodded at you encouragingly. "Sorry," you murmed into the microphone with a light laugh, clearing your throat as you gathered your thoughts. "Mmm, well, when we were writing this song, we were so excited to see what people would think, and, well… it seems you liked it?” 

Jungkook bit back a groan. So fucking cute. 

He already knew you weren't a fan of public speaking, just as he wasn't. But still, to see the most secure girl he knew, the most powerful performer he’d ever seen, turn all blushy and shy when she had to give a speech? Fucking hell. 

“Nari-unnie already said it all, but really, we’re so happy and sooo thankful. We will continue to work hard, always… Ahh, we love you, Nova. Thank you so much. Thank you.” 

Your words drew another round of applause as you stumbled back from the mic, your members giggling softly as they patted you all over in encouragement. Jungkook nodded giddily, his grin widening when you glanced in his direction, flashing him one last pretty smile before bowing to the crowd with your sisters.

As soon as your group stepped backstage, the lights, cheers, and noise seemed to fade, replaced by the hum of the crew and the buzz of excitement still lingering in the air. The adrenaline pulsing through your veins was slowly ebbing away, leaving you standing in the midst of it all, clutching the trophy in your hands. 

You’d been the only one of your members who hadn’t cried during the acceptance speech. But now, as you stared down at the shiny trophy, the weight of the moment crashed over you in a heavy wave. The reality of it all—the sleepless nights, the endless rehearsals, the doubts and fears you all shared. It hit you square in the chest. 

You just won a fucking daesang. 

Before you could stop yourself, your shoulders shook and a choky sob escaped from deep in your chest. 

Nari was the first to rush to your side, wrapping her arms around your trembling frame, her own eyes red and watery. “Oh, honey…” she whispered, pulling you close. Within seconds, Eunji and Jiyoung were there too, the three of them surrounding you in a tight, protective circle, holding you tightly as your tears fell unchecked.

Jiyoung buried her face in your shoulder, crying softly. Eunji wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, biting her lip to keep her tears in check, but it was no use. Nari held you even tighter, her lips pressed to your hair as she rocked you gently. 

"Thank you so much, Nari-unnie," you managed to whisper through your sobs. Nari shook her head, a teary smile on her face as she gently brushed some stray hair away from your eyes. “I wouldn’t be here without you. Any of you,” you sniffled, glancing between your unnies.

Your members cooed softly, pulling you closer as you giggled through the tears. When they finally pulled back, your face was still damp, but there was a faint smile tugging at your lips.  “I can’t believe we did it..” you croaked, shaking your head in disbelief as your eyes flickered down to the award in your hands.

“It still feels unreal,” Eunji agreed with a laugh, her own tears mingling with her smile. “Like, I’m waiting to wake up… I’ve had this dream so many times.” 

Jiyoung snickered, wiping her eyes. “Right? If I turn around and see Lee Junho walking toward me shirtless…” 

The room erupted into giggles, the tension breaking as your members shoved Jiyoung for her comment. You handed the trophy over to your manager for safekeeping, still laughing as you wiped at your cheeks.

With a gentle nudge from the staff, you were ushered off to tidy up your makeup. It gave you time to calm down, maybe catch your breath, but the excitement still bubbled under your skin. Especially with SHINee’s performance coming up in just a few more categories!!! 

When you stepped back from the mirror you thanked your makeup artist, Julie, with a hug and waited for Nari and Eunji to finish up. But as you waited, there came a gentle nudge to your side, and you glanced over to find Jiyoung stifling a giggle. 

“Look over there,” she whispered, nodding toward the back of the room. 

Your curious eyes followed her gaze, scanning the backstage area until you spotted him—a tall, undeniably handsome guy standing a little away from his group. He seemed calm, focused on a conversation with his manager, but the moment your eyes locked, his expression faltered. His face flushed pink before he immediately looked away all… embarrassed?

You frowned, turning back to Jiyoung. “Stop it,” you whispered, giving her a little swat on the arm. 

But you couldn’t help yourself. As your group began moving toward the exit, you stole another glance over your shoulder, and there he was again. This time, his gaze was unmistakably fixed on you, eyes wide and frozen. Not in a creepy way, though. More like a deer caught in headlights. 

You hesitated slightly, your group moving ahead without noticing that you had stopped. With a small smile, you turned back toward him and offered a little bow. His reaction was immediate—his eyes widened even more, if that was possible, and he returned the bow so fast you almost worried he’d pull a muscle. 

Nari soon noticed you lingering behind and a little frown pulled at her brow, but before she could make a move to fetch you, Jiyoung grabbed her arm. “Leave her,” she whispered with a smirk, tugging Nari back toward the exit. 

Meanwhile, you made your way over to the guy. He was definitely an idol, though his name escaped you at the moment. “Are you okay?” you asked gently. “Do you need something?” 

His face flushed as he stammered, "I-I’m sorry, no. I just— uh, I love your music. Your group is incredible. I’ve been listening to 'Supernatural' nonstop! Seriously! I was wondering if… if you’re performing tonight?” 

“Oh, wow, thank you so much.” Your smile brightened at his sincerity, still not used to receiving compliments like that. “Yeah, we’ll be performing at around nine.” 

His shoulders relaxed, and a shy smile crept across his face. “That’s great. I’ll definitely be watching… I’m Jeong Jaehyun, from NCT? We just, um, just debuted recently.” 

"Ahh, that’s why you look so familiar!" you exclaimed, recognition lighting up your face. “I saw your debut stage! It was amazing!” 

Jaehyun’s ears turned a deep shade of red as he ducked his head. “Ah, thank you so much, wow, that... that means a lot.” 

The conversation grew easier after that, his nervousness slowly melting away. His humor naturally peeked through, and you even found out he was a fellow ’97-liner. He was genuine and sweet. Jeonggukkie would love him, you thought. 

As Jaehyun fidgeted, his hand subtly patting his pocket as though reaching for something, the sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention. 

When you glanced over your shoulder, you smiled as you spotted Jungkook and Taehyung making their way to you guys. Jaehyun’s reaction was almost comical with the way his eyes widened again as he immediately bowed deeply, all stiff and formal. You bit back a laugh as you remembered what it was like to meet your idols for the first time. At least he didn't cry.

Jungkook and Taehyung greeted Jaehyun , their kind demeanour helping him ease up, though he still stumbled over his words every now and then. Especially when Jaehyun managed to make Taehyung laugh. The look of pure joy on his face was so adorable. 

After a few minutes of chatting, you glanced toward the stage. “We should get back out there…” you said, nodding toward the performance area. “The next category is coming up soon.” 

Jungkook nodded, stepping a little closer to you while Taehyung followed suit. “Yeah, we’ll catch up later,” Jungkook added with a friendly nod toward Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun bowed like his life depended on it and smiled handsomely. “Cool! Yeah, absolutely! Have a good performance! Good luck!” 

With a wave and a smile, you fell into step beside Jungkook and Taehyung, the three of you heading back toward the guest section. As you walked, you glanced over your shoulder one last time, catching Jaehyun’s lingering gaze. You couldn’t help but laugh softly before turning away.

“You know,” Taehyung started, his voice teasing, “you could’ve just said SHINee is coming up. You didn’t have to say ‘the next category.’” 

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Shut up,” you mumbled with a little shove. He wasn't wrong.

Meanwhile, Mark, who had been watching the entire exchange from a distance, sidled up to Jaehyun with a teasing smirk. “So, how’d it go?” he asked, nudging his bandmate’s shoulder. “Did you tell her how you’ve been in love with her since you were just a shy little trainee—” 

“Shut up,” Jaehyun muttered, his face burning as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, grumbling. “She had to go.” 

Mark laughed, watching as Jaehyun’s gaze drifted back toward you for one last fleeting glance before he sighed in quiet defeat.

As you, Jungkook, and Taehyung continued toward the guest section, Taehyung suddenly slowed. “Hold up,” he muttered, glancing between you and Jungkook. “Needa go to the bathroom real quick.” 

You smiled, nodding toward the nearby restroom. “Okay. We’ll wait here.” 

With a quick nod, Taehyung slipped through the door, leaving you and Jungkook standing alone in the quiet hallway. You leaned back against the wall, the hum of applause from the show pounding through the walls. 

Jungkook shifted beside you before leaning in. “So proud of you, jjogi.” 

You looked up at him, a wide smile spreading across your face. “Thank you, ttoki,” you replied sweetly, instinctively glancing around the empty hall. “I’m so proud of you too, Mr. Album of the Year.”

His big eyes met yours, a cute grin tugging at his lips. “Thank you, Mrs. Song of the Year,” he shot back, his bunny teeth peeking out as he tilted his head. 

Your cheeks heated up, your smile widening as you smoothed over your dress, hands twitching with the desire to pull him into a hug. But you knew better.

With one more quick glance at your surroundings, you leaned in, lifting a hand to the side of your mouth as if whispering a secret. “Love you.” 

Jungkook’s eyes crinkled into a smile, his hands mimicking yours as he leaned closer. “I love you more…”

Before you could reply, the bathroom door swung open and Taehyung strolled out, slipping between you and Jungkook with a content grin. “Alright, let’s go.” 

As the three of you walked together, a question popped into your mind. “Hey, why were you guys backstage?” you asked, glancing curiously between the two. 

Taehyung shrugged, hands tucked in his pockets. “Jeonggukkie needed something.” 

Your brow raised as you leaned forward, looking past Taehyung at Jungkook. “Oh? Did you get what you needed?” 

He hummed, his gaze shifting toward you with a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah,” he replied simply. 

MBC Gayo Daejejeon 

The current artists, Lovelyz, were wrapping up their performance, final notes fading as the audience erupted into applause. 

The sound echoed all the way down the hall where you and your members stood in a tight semi-circle. There was a buzz in the air, a thick mix of nerves and excitement. A water bottle made its rounds between the four of you, each taking quick sips. 

You were up next. 

Adjusting the mic taped to your cheek, you exhaled slowly, trying to calm the rush of adrenaline. Your heart was racing, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was the kind of thrill that made you feel like you could do anything. You glanced at Jiyoung, who was bouncing on her feet, twisting her hands together. 

A teasing smile tugged at your lips. "Unnie—" 

Before you could finish, the stage director rushed over, his arms gesturing in wide urgent motions. "Let’s go, girls! You’re next!" 

As the four of you reached the stage doors, waiting as they slowly slid open, something clicked inside you. That version of yourself that existed onstage snapped into place like armour, any nerves you might have had completely melting away.

It was almost strange, really, how easily you slipped into this other self. Offstage, you were confident, sure. But onstage, you were something else. The rush was intoxicating, like a drug you craved more than anything. 

Your mom had always said you liked attention. 

The stadium lights dimmed, casting long, dramatic shadows along the floor as you and your sisters strode toward centre stage. For a second, everything slowed, the noise of the crowd fading into the background. 

Then, No More Dream exploded through the speakers, and the crowd roared even louder, the sheer strength of their cries vibrating the ground beneath your feet. You dropped to one knee, taking your position at the front of Nari, with Eunji and Jiyoung flanking her sides. 

Just as you were about to launch into the performance, something tugged at the edges of your awareness. A strange sensation, a tightness in your chest. Your brow furrowed ever so slightly.

Huh… You’d never gotten stage fright before.

Not during your first audition, when the judges’ eyes felt like they were burning holes straight through your soul. Not during the grueling trainee days, when one by one, the girls you’d grown close to disappeared, cut from the potential lineup. Not even when your group had teetered on the brink of disbandment, when everything you’d worked for since you were too young to fully understand the true scope of things, dangled by a thread.

The stage had always been your safe space. Nerves were never the enemy. They were fuel, pushing you to be better.

So why now, of all times, did you feel a prickle of sweat forming at the base of your hairline…

In the second row, you caught a glimpse of movement. Jungkook, elbowing Taehyung in the ribs, his face scrunched in annoyance. He was trying to get Taehyung to stop leaning over him to chat with Jin. His lips moved quickly, whining in that way he always did when he was being ignored. 

“It’s starting,” Jungkook whined, placing a hand on Taehyung’s chest, trying to push him back into his seat. 

They were being so loud. If Jungkook missed even a single second of your performance because of his hyungs, he was going to fucking lose it. 

Taehyung finally grumbled something and settled into his seat. Jungkook’s eyes quickly snapped back to the stage, his eyes locking onto yours instantly. 

The second your gaze met, a smile tugged at your lips, easing the weird tension you’d felt moments before until it melted away, just like that. You didn’t even think about it—you were just grateful. 

“I wanna…”

When you’d first been asked to choose a song to cover for Gayo Daejejeon, your producer had mentioned offhandedly that BTS had picked one of your group’s songs for their performance. 

You’d been curious at first, but it wasn’t until later, during a game of Uno, that Jimin had let it slip. 

“It was Jeonggukkie’s idea,” he’d said, grinning at you while tossing down a +4 card with wicked delight. 

The memory bubbled up now as you transitioned into the next part of the choreo, your mind flicking back to the way Jungkook had pouted when you’d teased him about his suggestion during movie night in his room. 

“If you keep teasing me, I’ll ask them to change it,” he grumbled, pouting in that way only he could. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you relented, giggling. “We could... cover one of your songs too?” 

His pout vanished instantly, replaced by an excited grin that lit up his entire face. “Deal!” he said, practically bouncing on the bed. Then, he quickly added, "but you have to do my lines, though." 

You groaned dramatically, playfully pushing out your bottom lip in protest. “But I wanted to do Namjoonie-oppa’s part…” 

The memory of him yanking the blanket over his head like a sulking bunny still made you smile. He’d curled up into a ball on his bed, refusing to come out until you’d given in and cuddled him for the rest of the movie.

Dramatic didn’t even begin to cover it. 

And now, here you were, on stage, trying to bite back that same laugh as you rose from behind Nari as she finished RM's line. You brought the mic to your lips, your free hand running through your hair in the way Jungkook had taught you. 

"Arasseo… eomma jigeum dokseosil gandanikka?" 

"Yahhh!" Jungkook’s giddy cheer was muffled by his hand covering his mouth. 

He was trying, and failing, not to react too enthusiastically. His grin was wide behind his fingers, eyes glued to you as you moved across the stage. 

"She’s literally a female Jeonggukkie," Taehyung laughed, nudging the youngest with his elbow. 

The rest of BTS nodded in agreement, expressions a mixture of amusement and admiration as they watched you copy Jungkook’s mannerisms with scary accuracy. 

Jungkook’s mouth twitched, trying to hold back a bigger smile at Tae’s comment, but his eyes never left you. He watched intently as you slinked back to the center after Eunji’s verse. 

"Ah, she’s doing Kookie’s rap?" Jin leaned in, eyebrows raised in intrigue. 

"Mhm," Jimin confirmed with a nod, his fingers drumming against his knees. "She can rap well." 

Jungkook let out a soft, dreamy sigh, leaning back in his seat. “She can do everything well,” he mumbled, not even trying to hide the affection in his voice. 

His hyungs groaned in unison, the sound almost drowning out the cheers from the crowd. Rolling their eyes at the lovesick tone in his voice, they shook their heads and shoved playfully at the maknae. 

Jungkook just giggled with an unashamed shrug.

Jiyoung was the first to break the post-performance haze as you slipped through the backstage curtain. "God, that choreo is so fucked," she groaned, running a hand through her sweat drenched hair.

"I know," you laughed, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face as you glanced down at her legs. "How are your knees?"

Jiyoung gave your hair a ruffle as you worriedly rubbed her kneecaps through the fabric of her jeans. "They’re fine, honey. Like I was going to ruin my fit with a pair of ugly kneepads."

You snickered, rolling your eyes. "Priorities..." you teased, giving her legs one last pat before straightening up. "You guys thirsty? I can grab drinks."

But before you could move, you noticed your members exchanging sly, knowing glances.

"That’s okay, we’ll get our own drinks," Jiyoung said with a little smirk. Eunji giggled, elbowing her lightly as they began to walk away.

"Huh—" You didn’t quite get a chance to question them.

Nari flashed you a soft smile as she linked arms with the other two. "We’ll be at the monitors," she called over her shoulder, leaving you standing there—confused and suddenly alone.

That confusion quickly melted away when you turned around, finding yourself face to face with your favorite pair of big, boba eyes.

“Oh, hi, ttoki,” you smiled.

"Hi," he echoed, flashing you a pretty grin as he held out a cold bottle of water toward you.

Before you could take the bottle from his grasp, Jungkook’s hand gently caught your outstretched one, pulling you in with one quick motion. Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you stumbled into him, his arms wrapping around your waist like they belonged there and only there.

Jungkook sighed softly, his body relaxing as he pulled you closer, your arms naturally finding their way around his neck. The moment was so familiar, so easy, that you didn't even look around you to see if anybody could see you.

“You did so well,” he mumbled into your skin, his breath warm against your neck.

“Thank you,” you smiled, the tickle of his breath making your shoulder lift involuntarily.

You tried to balance the cold bottle now in your hand, careful not to press it against him. Jungkook noticed, his nose crinkling as he gave your sides one last gentle squeeze before relunctantly pulling away.

As he stepped back, he blinked a few times, trying to refocus. His gaze had wandered, caught on the curve of your smile, the way it always made his heart do that thing.

His eyes trailed over you, watching as you unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, your body naturally leaning toward him.

But then, you paused, frowning down at the bottle in your hand, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, his brows furrowing as he leaned in closer.

“My water...” you pouted, turning the bottle over in your hands.

"Huh? What about it?” Jungkook’s hands shot out to inspect the bottle. He had just taken a sip earlier, and it was fine?

“There’s some missing…” you said, your pout deepening.

His face fell instantly. "Oh… yeah, I had a drink. Sorry. I’ll go get you a fresh one—"

But before he could finish, your soft giggle cut through his panic, and you unscrewed the cap, taking a big gulp. You shrugged playfully. "I’m kidding, ttoki. Unless… you have cooties?"

Jungkook forced out a laugh, but it came out dry. Unlike the droplet of water that slipped past your lips and trailed slowly down the curve of your fucking neck. His gaze followed it unbiddenly as it disappeared beneath the neckline of your cropped t-shirt.

“Jeonggukkie?”

His head jerked up. "Hm?"

“I asked when you guys are going up?” you repeated gently, tilting your head in that adorable, curious way you did—like a puppy waiting for a response.

Jungkook blinked, pulling his thoughts together. “Two more acts, jjogi,” he said softly.

You nodded, satisfied, flashing him that pretty smile—the one where your eyes crinkle just slightly, your nose scrunches up, and he can see your dimple peeking through.

So pretty, he groaned inwardly. He could write a fucking song about it.

Without a word, you quickly scoped your surroundings before reaching out and slipping your hand into his. Jungkook’s fingers reacted faster than his brain, linking with yours like second nature. You tugged him forward, weaving through the bare backstage area.

For a moment, Jungkook wondered where you were taking him. To the monitors where he saw your unnies heading? To the guest section, so you could experience SHINee’s performance from the best possible view?

His mind wandered briefly, curiously.

But then again, it didn’t really matter, did it? His inner voice snarked.

He’d follow you anywhere.

“What’d ya think?” Jungkook’s voice caught you off guard, his grin wide as you yelped in surprise.

Your phone almost slipped from your hand as you spun around with wide eyes. "It was so good, ttoki," you replied, trying to catch your breath. You gave him a smile, the initial shock fading. “As always.”

Jungkook’s grin widened, very pleased by your words. As he stepped closer with his arms outstretched and ready to pull you into a hug, you took a small step back. He frowned.

“You okay, jjogi?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, holding your phone tightly in front of you. Your eyes flickered around the room, and Jungkook followed your gaze, his brows pulling together.

"What?" he asked, voice low with uncertainty.

“There's a couple people,” you murmured quietly, like it should’ve been obvious.

Jungkook blinked, his frown deepening. "They're just staff…"

Your phone buzzed, and instantly, your thumb slid to the mute button to silence it. Jungkook noticed but didn’t say anything. He just waited, watching as you slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Ttoki, we can’t, you know…” you trailed off, your head tilting to one side like you were waiting for him to understand.

But he didn’t.

“We can’t… what?” he asked, the confusion in his voice almost making you laugh.

With a soft shake of your head, you reached for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his as you started to lead him through the crowd of people backstage. He followed without hesitation, his fingers curling around yours as he kept quiet.

When you reached the double doors separating backstage from the dressing room hallway, you pushed them open, sliding through with Jungkook right behind you. His hand found yours again, fingers slipping easily into place as you walked.

“Can’t what, jjogi?” he asked again, his steps slowing as he tugged lightly at your hand.

In the distance, Jin’s windshield wiper laugh grew louder as you approached his dressing room. Jungkook’s footsteps dragged. He didn't want to get there just yet.

“Hug in public,” youclarified simply, swinging your linked hands between you.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. "Was barely anyone back there.. And it’s just a quick hug," he said, looking down at your entwined fingers. "We hold hands in public."

“Yeah, but holding hands can be interpreted as friendly, I guess,” you shrugged, your pace slowing as Jungkook’s did, both of you nearly crawling down the hall now.

“A hug really can’t be interpreted as friendly?” he asked quietly.

“A hug can,” you nodded, glancing up at him with a cute smile. “But your hugs? Not so much.”

At that, he pouted. Like, full-on Jeon Jeongguk power-pouted.

You giggled, the sound quiet in the empty hallway, before resting your head against his arm. “Ttoki, it’s not a bad thing. I love your hugs,” you reassured him, your hand gently rubbing his bare arm. “But I don't know those staff members enough to trust them… and if we got dragged into heat over you just looking at me, I can’t imagine what a picture of us hugging would do.”

Jungkook sighed, his head dipping. “You mean you got dragged into heat, not me,” he grumbled.

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, your brows knitting together. “Stop that. You got backlash too—”

“Not like you did,” he cut in. “And it was my fault.”

You let out a soft sigh, rubbing his arm again, trying to soothe the weight he carried. “Ttoki, I don’t care what people say about us. They don’t know us. I just don’t want stupid rumors to hurt our groups, that's all.”

Jungkook’s thumb brushed across the back of your hand. “I know, jjogi,” he murmured, guilt lacing his words. “I’m so sorry.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his arm, hoping to end the topic once and for all. “You’ve apologized a hundred times, and I’ve growled you a hundred times, ttoki. It's okay. Okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes softened as you stopped in front of the bathroom door. He tilted his head, watching you curiously as you pulled away.

“I need to pee,” you explained with a grin. “I’ll meet you in the dressing room, ‘kay?”

He shook his head slightly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I’ll wait here."

You paused, your hand resting on the doorknob, an amused smile tugging at your lips. “Jeonggukkie, it’s fine,” you said with a quiet laugh. “The girls are in there too. Probably figuring out what we’re doing for dinner.”

“I know,” he replied easily. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, his stance shifting to a more comfortable position against the wall. “I’ll wait. What if you get kidnapped or something?”

“Aish,” you snorted, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes. “Okay, but if someone sees you hanging around outside the girls’ bathroom like a creep…”

“Yahh,” he chuckled, jerking his head toward the door. “Just go. Hurry up.”

Your laughter lingered in his ears as you disappeared into the restroom.

A few minutes later, as you pressed the foot pedal of the trash can to toss the paper towel, you heard the faint sound of Jungkook’s voice outside the bathroom.

“Sorry, ttoki, I couldn’t hear you properly. What did you sa—” you called out as you tried to open the door, but it stopped halfway, hitting something on the other side.

“Oops, sorry!” a soft, feminine voice giggled from the other side, stepping back to let you through.

“Shit, are you okay?” you asked, quickly slipping through the gap, hands hovering near her arms in concern.

“I’m fine!” she squeaked, bowing quickly in apology.

You let out a relieved sigh and mirrored her gesture. "Are you sur—"

"Of course! I was the one in your way—" she began, her words trailing off as her eyes lit up in sudden recognition. “Wah, Jang Y/N-seonbaenim? I’m such a huge fan! I’m Lee Mijoo.”

"Wow, thank you so much,” you smiled, cupping her outstretched hand between both of yours. “Lee Mijoo… Oh woah, you’re in Lovelyz! My members and I were just listening to your performance. It was amazing.”

Her wide eyes sparkled, her voice a little breathless as she replied, “R-really? Thank you so much! Ah, they're going to freak out when I tell them about this..."

Your cheeks flushed as you laughed softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. Jungkook watched the interaction, lips pressed together as he tried not to smile. You were so cute.

“Okay, I really better go, I think I’m holding up dinner…” You laughed again, giving Mijoo a final bow, which she eagerly returned. “It was nice to meet you, and I’m sorry again. I hope you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, really! Thank you so much. Have a great dinner!” Mijoo smiled brightly, and you returned it, stepping back.

As your gaze shifted to Jungkook, you noticed his eyes were already on Mijoo. She had turned back toward him, continuing their conversation as if no time had passed.

You watched, breath catching for a moment as her hand lightly brushed against his chest.

Jungkook’s ears, already tinted red from his usual shyness, deepened in color. And there it was—his stupid bunny smile. The one you knew so well. Right there on his pouty lips as he looked down at her.

A strange pang settled in your chest, sharp but soft, as if you’d swallowed something too big and it was lodged somewhere just behind your heart. You pushed it down quickly before turning quietly and heading toward the dressing room where your friends were waiting.

Behind you, Mijoo’s soft giggles lingered in the hallway, the sound trailing after you like a taunting echo.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself bundled up in the jacket Taehyung had handed you when he noticed your thin coat not doing much to stop your shivering. You sat quietly on a stool while Nari stood behind you, her fingers gently combing through your hair.

"You alright, honey?" she asked softly, her hands sliding from your hair to rest on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze.

“Hm?" You blinked, snapping out of the daze you had drifted into, your gaze distant. Adjusting the coat draped around your shoulders, you looked up at her. "Yeah, I’m okay, unnie."

Nari nodded, though not fully convinced. She knew you well enough to recognize when something was off. Still, she didn’t press, trusting that if you needed her, you’d speak up. "You hungry?" she asked, her tone gentle.

“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning back into her embrace as her arms wrapped around you. “Are we going to eat now?”

“We’re supposed to be,” Taehyung grumbled from where he sat next to Jimin on the couch, his eyes flicking up from his phone. "We’re just waiting for Jeonggukkie. Where is he, Y/N-ssi? Thought he was with you?"

Before you could answer, the door swung open, and in walked the man of the hour—cheeks flushed, eyes slightly hooded. You swallowed down the bitter taste creeping up your throat.

A collective groan of satisfaction rippled through the room as Jungkook stepped inside, flashing an apologetic smile while dodging playful shoves from his hyungs. His gaze swept over the room, eyes settling on you almost instantly.

"Alright, let’s go," Namjoon called, standing to gather his things. The others followed suit, moving to grab their clothes and bags.

You stayed quiet, watching as Jungkook navigated around Namjoon and started heading your way. Quickly slipping your arms into the sleeves of Taehyung’s jacket, you adjusted it so it wasn’t hanging loosely on your shoulders before turning to Nari. “Unnie, can we go, please?”

Nari’s brows knitted slightly at the urgency in your voice, but she nodded, grabbing her purse and coat before holding out her hand to you. You snatched your phone off the bench, linking your arm with hers, practically hugging her side as she gently ushered your other members to grab their things.

Jiyoung and Eunji moved like fucking snails, lazily climbing off the loveseat, and it took every ounce of restraint not to stomp your foot in frustration. You could feel Jungkook’s presence drawing closer, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you, tightening like an invisible net.

Nari felt the change in your posture.She glanced down at your face, then over your shoulder, her gaze landing on Jungkook as he approached. She looked back and forth between the two of you, then at Jiyoung and Eunji who were still taking their sweet time. With a quiet sigh, she let go of your arm.

Your eyes snapped to hers in panic. You opened your mouth to protest, but the firm look she gave you stopped you in your tracks, making your lips press together in a pout. She stepped away, and your shoulders sagged in defeat. You didn’t have much of a choice anymore—you’d have to talk to him.

You didn’t really have a reason to avoid Jungkook. Nothing you could explain out loud, at least. You just… didn’t feel like it right now.

But when you turned, bracing yourself to face him, relief flooded through you at the sight of Nari intercepting his path.

You exhaled, grabbing the arms of your other two members—who had finally gathered their things—ignoring their teasing laughs as you dragged them out of the dressing room.

“Hey, Jungkook-ssi,” Nari greeted, offering the younger boy a warm smile as he slowed to a stop.

“Hi, noona—oh, Y/N-yah, hey, wait—” Jungkook’s voice trailed off as he watched you hurriedly slip out of the room with Eunji and Jiyoung, leaving only him and your leader behind. “Ah, she must not have heard you,” Nari said with a soft sigh, patting his back as she gently steered him toward the door. “Come on, let’s go have some dinner.”

You had only just stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind you as the door clicked shut.

The scent of spices from the kitchen floated down the hallway, mixing with the lingering warmth of your shower. You hugged the towel you’d used on your hair to your chest, eyes half-lidded with the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs.

Just as you began to head for your dorm, footsteps echoed behind you, drawing your attention. You glanced over your shoulder to see Jungkook walking toward you, his smile soft, eyes raking over you familiar way he does. Your hair was still damp, falling over your shoulders, and the t-shirt and sweatpants you were wearing clung comfortably to your skin.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice low, still warm from the kitchen heat. He gave you a once-over, smile widening at the sight of you looking so cozy. "Dinner’s almost ready. Couch or floor?"

Your head tilted as you thought. It was always one or the other, the two of you eating dinner together with the group, perched either on the couch or sitting cross-legged on the floor.

But the image of him asking Lee Mijoo that same question nagged at the back of your mind, a thought you shoved down before it could fester.

"Couch," you answered quietly.

Jungkook nodded, about to turn back toward the living room when he noticed it. Something about the way you stood, or maybe it was your shoulders… they were just a little off. Not something most people would pick up on, but then again, most people weren’t irrevocably in love with you.

"You alright, jjogi?" he asked, voice softer now.

"Uh-huh," you replied with a small smile, turning away before he could ask anything else. "I’ll be out in a sec."

"O—" Jungkook started, but the door to your dorm clicked shut before he could finish. He stood there for a second longer, staring at the closed door, muttering the rest to himself. "-kay."

A few minutes later, Jungkook was back in the living room, adjusting the cushions on the couch when he heard footsteps approaching. "Move, hyung," he grumbled at Jimin, nudging him sharply to get him to scoot over to the left side of the couch instead of sitting smack-bang in the middle.

"Yah!" Jimin laughed, swatting at him. "You’re not the only one who wants to sit next to Y/N-ssi, you know—"

"Shut up," Jungkook shot back, easily overpowering him and forcing him to slide over.

Jungkook planted himself stubbornly in the middle with a huff. He had planned on giving you the middle seat, letting Jimin sit next to you too. But now, Jimin gets nothing.

"Aish, you little—" Jimin shook his head, laughing, just as you wandered into the room.

You had socks and a little zip-up jacket on now, and Jungkook's eyes immediately flicked to the air conditioning meter on the wall. It's warm already.

Maybe you're getting sick, he thought. Ah, that must be why you seemed a little off earlier.

The long coffee table was covered in a spread of food, and your stomach growled in response as you flopped down next to Jungkook. His arm immediately reached out, grabbing an empty bowl and glancing back at you. He pointed at the pot of kimchi-jjigae, a silent question on his lips. It was your favorite, and he already knew you’d want it, but he asked anyway.

You nodded with a small smile, pulling your legs up and crossing them beneath you. Your sock-covered foot pressed against his thigh while his gaze lingered for a second, eyes flickering over your face before he nodded. Turning back to the table, he scooped some rice into the bowl, then topped it with the steaming stew. He grabbed a spoon and handed the bowl to you, careful not to let it spill.

"Thank you," you murmured, giving him a quiet smile before mouthing, 'ttoki'.

Jungkook bit back a laugh, knowing you only whispered it because his brothers loved teasing him whenever you called him that in front of them. He didn’t care. He’d told you that a thousand times, but you still didn't want them to tease him.

Jungkook leaned forward to grab his own bowl when Jimin poked his arm. "Jeonggukkie, can you dish me a bowl too, please?"

"Do it yourself," Jungkook grumbled, scooping his own portion of stew.

"Ttoki!" you gasped in shock, laughing as you nudged him with your foot. "Don’t be rude."

"Yeah, ttoki," Taehyung chimed in from his spot on the floor, snickering with Jiyoung as they dug into their food. "Don’t be rude."

Jungkook’s eyes went wide as he looked at you, and you just tilted your head innocently. He sighed, lips pulling to the side in a begrudging frown as he scooped some of the stew into a bowl for Jimin. He grabbed a spoon and clanked it into the bowl a little aggressively before thrusting it toward Jimin.

"Thank you, ttoki," Jimin cooed, accepting the bowl with a sickeningly sweet smile. "And be a darling bunny and pass me a couple of dumpl—"

You placed your hand on Jungkook’s arm, holding him back just as he lunged at Jimin, ready to tackle him into the back of the couch.

Dinner was amazing.

You only had one bowl, and though you could've easily finished another, maybe two, you stopped yourself. Practice was early tomorrow, and you knew better than to overeat and feel sick or sluggish. Jungkook, however, kept trying to slip you dumplings or a bread roll whenever he saw the empty bowl in your lap.

You just shook your head, smiling, settling deeper into the couch. He wasn’t thrilled, but when you rested your head on his arm, he relaxed a bit, quietly going back to his second serving.

Now, the cold night air nipped at your neck, sharp against your skin as you sat against the rough brick wall outside the building. The gravel dug into your sweatpants, uncomfortable but not unbearable. You adjusted the phone in your hand as your mother’s concerned voice filled the quiet night.

“Have you been eating well?” she asked, her tone halfway between worried and accusatory. “You’re looking a bit thin, gongju.”

You smiled softly, tilting your head as you rested your chin on your knees. “Yes, eomma. I just had a nice dinner,” you reassured her. “I had the flu, remember? Took a while to get back to normal, but I’m fine now.”

Your mom sighed, the sound crackling through the video call. “Mm. I’ll send some extra choco pies in my next package, just in case—”

“Don’t, please,” you laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I can’t eat those right now, eomma. I’m—”

But your words were cut off by the rise of her familiar Daegu accent, sharp with concern. She launched into a tirade about “dangerous diets” and “ending up in the hospital.”

You winced, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you cut in, “It’s not a bad diet, eomma. It’s a healthy one. I’m just taking better care of myself… something I haven’t done in a while." You laughed lightly, your gaze dropping to the gravel at your feet.

Her sigh came softer this time, a little more accepting. "Well, I'm glad to hear that." A pause lingered between you, then her voice softened again. "You look happy, my gongju. You’re so beautiful when you’re happy."

“Thanks, eomma,” you murmured, your smile widening. "I am happy." You nodded before adding, "You look good too. I like your haircut."

Your mother’s hand automatically went to her hair, fingers combing through the strands of her shoulder-length bob. “Ah, yes. My friend Dong-wook did it, free of charge,” she said with a sly smile. “You remember him, right? The hair stylist I told you about?”

“Mmhm," you hummed knowingly, teasing. “Free of charge, huh?”

She narrowed her eyes. "Don’t start that, Y/N,” she scolded lightly, but you could see her lips curving into a playful smile. “Men and women can be just friends.” 

You blinked, holding back the laugh bubbling up in your chest. “Right.”

She gave you a pointed look before finally breaking into a full smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Isn’t that right, gongju?”

“Eomma,” you warned, shifting your position against the wall.

Your mom was one of the few people you trusted with everything. One of the few who had always supported your dreams, no matter how crazy or far-fetched they seemed. But in moments like this, you almost regretted how much she knew.

“I’m just saying,” she pressed on, “I’m not getting any younger, gongju… and I want to see you happy. With someone who cares about yo—”   “Eomma,” you interrupted, laughing softly, “You’re only forty-three. And I’m nineteen. I have plenty of time for all of that...”   “You do,” she agreed, her voice dipping into a knowing hum. “But why wait when you have everything you need right in front of you?”

You let out a short, exasperated laugh. “Subject change, please,” you muttered, trying to steer the conversation in a safer direction. 

But your mom wasn’t done. “Ah, you’re so focused on your career, darling, and that’s good! But don’t forget that you can still enjoy life… and love.” She gave you that endearing look, the one that made you feel like a child all over again. “You can have both.”

You sighed with a chuckle, resting your chin on your knees again. “Eomma, shouldn’t you be telling me to focus on my career? Not to do drugs or run around chasing boys?” 

She laughed, a warm, rich sound that made your chest ache with homesickness. “Ah, gongju. First of all, I know you’d never do drugs. You’re too much of a gongju for that.” You gasped in mock offense, but she just chuckled. “And as for boys… Honey, you just have to stand in place. He’s the one doing all the running.”

“Eomma,” you groaned, pressing your head against your knees as her sweet laugh echoed through the phone.

“Well, am I wrong?” she teased, and you could practically see the arch of her brow. “He looks at you like you hung every star in the sky. It’s just so adorab—” 

“Stop it,” you whined, hiding your face further. “Guys and girls can be just friends, okay? Just like you and Dong-wook.” 

“Ahhh, I see. Well, if you and Jeongguk-ssi are those kinds of friends,” she said with a mischievous lilt, “then I have nothing to worry about.” 

“Eomma!” You nearly screamed, a hand flying to your face. “Please, I just ate. Don’t make me throw it all up.”

Her laughter bubbled up again, and despite your frustration, you found yourself smiling. “Okay, okay, gongju. I’ll stop.” A brief pause followed before her eyes shifted. “Oh, Jeongguk-ah! Hello, sweetie! How are you?” 

Peeking around the corner of the wall, you saw Jungkook approaching, hands tucked into his pockets, his bunny smile lighting up as soon as he saw your mom.

“Hi, eomma,” he waved, plopping down next to you. You scooted over, making room for him as he took the phone from your hands. “I’m well, and you? Wah, I love your haircut.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as your arm linked through his, letting their conversation wash over you. The warmth of his hoodie against your cheek and the gentle rumble of his voice made your eyelids feel heavier. You hadn’t even realized how tired you were. 

As your breathing slowed, Jungkook’s voice grew quieter, the volume on your phone clicking down softly three times. You didn’t notice him reach over to pull the zipper of your jacket up properly. But your mom did.

“One second, eomma,” Jungkook said, his voice soft as he turned the phone away. The faint sound of the zipper echoed before he brought the phone back. “Sorry about that. So, what did Minho-hyung do next?” 

Your mom smiled, her eyes catching the sight of your peaceful face, now bundled up against Jungkook’s side, your cheek pressed to his arm as you slept.

“Ah, yes, where was I?” she murmured, a fond smile on her lips as she continued her story. 

Mothers know best.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the living room as Toy Story 2 played its final scenes.

The house had long since quieted—everyone else had already gone to bed after the first movie. But you and Jungkook remained, curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over your legs.

It was late. You had practice at 9am, and Jungkook had a full day of promotions ahead, but neither of you moved. 

As the credits began to roll, Jungkook shifted beside you, his voice low and thick with sleep. “Wanna watch the third one?”

You glanced up at him, taking in the way his eyelids drooped, the way his head barely held itself up. “Aren’t you sleepy?” you asked softly.

He nodded, but the movement was languid. “A little..” he mumbled, though even he knew the truth was written all over his face.

Jungkook had been up since 5am, and his exhaustion was obvious, but there was no way he was going to be the one to end the night. Not when he was here, wrapped up in a cozy fucking blanket with you, watching one of his favorite movies.

“Last one,” he added, more to himself than to you, as if convincing his body to stay awake just a little longer.

You smiled softly, nodding as he stood up, gathering the empty popcorn bowl. He stretched, a yawn slipping from his lips before he bent to grab your water bottle from the coffee table. He gave it a small shake, noticing it was nearly empty, and tucked it under his arm. “Be back in a sec,” he murmured, his steps slow as he disappeared into the kitchen.

You watched him go, warmth filling your chest as you reached for the remote. You began typing Toy Story 3 into the search bar when Jungkook’s phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Your fingers hesitated over the remote for a split second, your eyes drifting to the lit-up screen. You quickly shook off the urge to look, refocusing on the TV as you continued your search. The letters appeared slowly on the screen, but the phone buzzed again, pulling your attention back.

You tried to ignore it. Really… you did. You forced yourself to focus on the title in front of you, but it wasn't long until another buzz echoed through the room.

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Alright, Mr. Popular, you thought, lips curving in a humourless smile as you clicked on the movie, pausing it while it loaded to wait for Jungkook.

The quiet around you felt heavier than it should’ve. The only sounds were the soft hum of the microwave and the trickle of water from the kitchen as Jungkook filled your bottle. Your eyes flicked to his phone again, resting innocently on the table.

You didn’t know why you did it.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was something else. But your hand moved of its own accord, fingertips brushing the screen and watching as it lit up.

His notifications flashed before your eyes—Instagram, Clash of Clans, (1) text from Eomma, (3) text from Unknown.

Before you could stop yourself, your fingers were already typing in his passcode.

Unknown [11:48 PM] hey jungkook! sorry i hope this doesn't wake youㅋㅋ [11:48 PM] it's me, lee mijoo!! [11:49 PM] just let me know when you wanted to meet up :) 💖

A rush of heat spread through your chest, your fingers freezing over the screen before you scrambled to lock the phone. Your breath was shaky as you placed it back on the table, the blanket that had been so warm moments ago now felt suffocating, too heavy, too much.

You tried to steady your thoughts, shifting uncomfortably on the couch as you heard Jungkook returning. He plopped down beside you with a soft grunt, his arm brushing yours as he held out the water bottle. “Did you want some?”

You just shook your head, unable to find your voice. Jungkook gave a small nod, setting the bottle on the table as he checked his phone briefly.

You watched out of the corner of your eye, your stomach twisting as his thumb hovered over the notifications. He swiped through them casually, not even bothering to read the messages before setting the phone back down, oblivious.

Jungkook settled back into the couch, adjusting the popcorn bowl on his lap as he reached out to wrap an arm around your shoulders like he always did. But this time, you leaned forward quickly, grabbing the remote before he could touch you. His arm hovered for a second, confused, before dropping limply to his side.

His brows furrowed slightly, but he waited, watching as you pressed play on the movie. When you leaned back, his arm instinctively moved again, grazing your shoulder, but you shifted once more, pulling away.

This time, he knew it wasn’t an accident.

“Jjogi?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded, lips pressed tightly together, your gaze fixed on the screen. “Yeah,” you murmured, watching as Woody chased after One-Eyed Betty.

Jungkook frowned, concern etched into his features. His stomach knotted as he shoved a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth, chewing slowly as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were upset. That he had done something.

So he set the bowl on the coffee table, turning toward you. “Are you too tired? We don’t have to keep watching if you want to sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” you replied, your tone clipped.

You weren’t lying—you didn’t feel tired anymore. But you weren’t exactly sure what you felt, either. All you knew was that you didn’t like it.

“Did I…do something?” he asked hesitantly, his heart sinking as he searched your face.

“No.” The word came out flat, your eyes never leaving the screen.

“Are you hungry? I could—”

“God, Jeongguk, would you just stop?” you snapped, cutting him off. “I said I’m fine. Just watch the movie.”

He flinched, swallowing hard at the sharpness in your voice.

Jeongguk? You were pissed.

But he had no idea why.

“Jjogi—” he started again, but before he could finish, you tossed the blanket off your legs and stood up abruptly. His eyes widened as he watched you stomp away.

In your haste, your leg hit the edge of the coffee table, knocking your water bottle over and sending his phone tumbling to the floor. Jungkook leaned forward immediately, grabbing the bottle and standing it upright before scooping up his phone.

“Jjogi,” he called softly, trailing after you as you walked toward your room.

“Just go away, Jeongguk,” you muttered, your voice low and tired.

“Please, jjogi,” he pleaded, his steps quickening to catch up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you sighed, still walking. “I just want to be alone.”

“All of a sudden?” His frown deepened, frustration creeping into his voice. “Please, just talk to me.”

You stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him. "Why don’t you just go talk to Mijoo?"

Jungkook froze, his brows knitting together in genuine confusion. "Mijoo?" he echoed, the name foreign on his lips, as though he had to drag it out of the depths of his mind. "What… what are you talking about?"

Mijoo? Lee Mijoo? The conversation they’d had with her earlier replayed in his mind, but nothing about it stood out. Had she said something to upset you? No way. He would’ve noticed.

“Okay, I really better go. I think I’m holding up dinner…” you’d said with a light laugh as you tried to make your exit. Jungkook had nodded absentmindedly, his stomach grumbling as he prepared to part ways with Mijoo and follow you. “It was so nice to meet you, and I’m sorry again. I hope you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, really, thank you so much. Have a good dinner!” Mijoo had smiled, her face bright and friendly.

Jungkook had smiled politely in return, already about to bow and follow after you, when Mijoo’s hand brushed lightly against him. “Wow, so you’re really a ‘97-liner? Gah, so talented…”

He’d felt the heat creeping up his neck, a blush rising as he shook his head. “Ahh, thank you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you turning to leave, your figure retreating down the hall and disappearing into the doorway of the dressing room without so much as a glance back at him. His heart sank.

“Ah, I better—” he’d started, ready to go after you.

But Mijoo’s soft, hopeful voice interrupted him. “Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number? I really enjoyed talking to you, and would love to do it again sometime? Maybe we could…”

Jungkook didn't hear the rest of her words, his eyes darting back toward the now-empty hallway where you had disappeared. A dull ache settled in his chest.

He barely registered Mijoo’s outstretched phone, his hand moving automatically to take it. He forced a smile, fingers trembling slightly as he typed his number into the device. But his heart wasn’t in it.

Obviously, his subconscious mocked. Because it belongs to her.

i’ll reblog with my taglist tmrw, i’m about to get taken by the sleepy police..😞 love youu 💗💤

[thatgentlewife]

Hiii, dear, 🎀🍓. This is more of an anecdote or experience than a question. I have a friend who is a dark-skinned woman. She is very sweet and warm, she is very beautiful, and she is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. She's a charmer. It's lovely.

However, she is going through a bad patch.

She has a Japanese boyfriend and she is American.

And well, she is a little afraid of sexual relations, but she still worked up the courage and had her first time with her boyfriend. She loves him very much and sees herself in a future with him, as his wife and the mother of his children.

And he also told her that, that he wanted to be her husband and the father of her children.

After having sex, she expected me to say something nice, aftercare. But it wasn't like that.

Her boyfriend told her that if she were any whiter, paler or blonder, he would have already married her a long time ago.

My dear friend is completely devastated.

I love my friend very much and I see her as a sister. Yesterday she came to my house at night crying and complaining about having sex with her boyfriend. Her heart is broken and she suffers from depression, and sometimes has suicidal thoughts. She told me that all her fantasies of being able to live a fairy tale went down the drain.

Any advice for my friend? I really want to help her, but I don't know how.

Kisses and hugs for you.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ꔫ

Oh, wow, my heart truly breaks for your friend. She sounds like such a lovely person—kind, beautiful, and full of so much love to give. I can only imagine how deeply hurt and betrayed she must feel after opening herself up so vulnerably to someone she loves, only to be met with a comment like that. She deserves so much better than what her boyfriend said to her, and it’s no wonder she feels so crushed. 💔

First, I think the most important thing you can do for her right now is exactly what you’re already doing—being there, listening, and letting her feel safe to express everything she’s going through. Sometimes just having someone to cry with, vent to, and lean on can make a world of difference. Let her know how valuable she is, how deeply loved she is by you and others, and that her worth isn’t defined by her boyfriend’s cruel or thoughtless words. She needs to know she’s enough just as she is. 🙏✨

As for her relationship, that’s a tough spot to be in. It’s clear she loves him, but his comment revealed something pretty serious—he’s holding her to a standard that’s both unfair and unloving. It’s not her skin tone that’s the issue; it’s his heart. No one deserves to feel like they’re “almost good enough” or that they have to change something so intrinsic about themselves to be fully loved. That’s not love, and it’s not what God intended for relationships.

I would gently encourage her to take a step back and really think about whether this is the kind of love she wants to build a future on. A healthy, loving relationship should make her feel cherished, respected, and valued—never less than. If she’s questioning her self-worth or her safety in this relationship, that’s a big red flag. 🚩!!!

I’d also encourage her to seek help for the depression and suicidal thoughts she’s experiencing. That’s such a heavy burden to carry, and professional support from a counselor or therapist could help her navigate these emotions and rebuild her confidence. Maybe you could even offer to help her find someone or go with her if she’s nervous. And if she’s open to it, pray with her and remind her how much God loves her exactly as He made her. He’s near to the brokenhearted and wants to heal and strengthen her.

Lastly, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Supporting someone through something like this can be heavy on your heart, so be sure to reach out for support if you need it. You’re already being an amazing friend by walking alongside her in this—it’s clear how much you love her, and that’s a gift she’ll hold onto forever.

My love,

Thatgentlewife

[1d1195]

SAMANTHA BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!?! WTF?!?!?! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO US😭 I AM SPRIALING!!!

okay long story short I got locked out of my tumblr account bc i don't know what happened?? anyways i just got access about half an hour ago so I went to see your blog and girl... WTF PART 6 WAS SO GOOD!

I was LIVING for the angst at the beginning! I don't think it felt forced at all if anything they both have met their match in terms of stubbornness and as a stubborn girly this aspect was very familiar for me lol Harry calling her out on not opening up and not accepting help? he kinda went off lol But dare I say I enjoyed it a bit simply because then angst lol BUT did i feel attacked? YES!

Anywaysss her breakdown later on... bestie :( it broke my heart how much guilt she carries with her! And as someone who deal with having too much guilt it is HELL going through life and thinking everything wrong with yourself and the ppl around you is your fault! and the situation with her dad?!?!?! HELLO?!?! 💔 and her MOM💔 I am a hater :)

But so glad that it got resolved and having them talk it out and just Harry not giving up on her and her not trying to distance herself again! and Harry talking with her dad😭 I cant! I really enjoyed their little moment together!

NOW THAT FUCKING BOXING MATCH I KNEW SHIT HAD TO GO DOWN BUT FUCK ASS JACK COMING BACK??!?😭😭😭😭 SAM WHY?!?!? heart DROPPED when I read that! I felt like grabbing towels was not gonna end good but HIM ew i cant! I AM FREAKING OUT FOR HER!!!!

You did so great bestie!!! I never doubt you!

also I missed you this week! I hope you are starting to feel a bit better now! May is almost over so you will be free soon! Hope you are treating yourself, love you lots!-💜

The Government name SENDS me every time 🤣 I know I've been waiting to hear what you think I assumed classes and such were overwhelming (and I'm sure they still are!) but LOCKED OUT OF TUMBLR??? I would pass away. Soooooo glad you're back 💕

Oh twin, I get you. I like to make Harry call out my MCs every once in a while just because I need someone to call me out every now and again. I think if I were dating Harry and he told me off I might HAVE to listen. (But no other man, thank you.)

Thank you for saying it didn't feel forced I really appreciate that! I was def nervous and thought it was just kind of rushed/it came out of nowhere, but again I'm the only one in my head coming up with 1000 different scenarios a minute to continue the story so you all don't get to see the montage of changes in half a second.

Idk what possessed me to come up with such a scenario. I suppose the AP Literature girl in me would probs say a really tragic backstory is symbolic in some way of how I'm feeling and allow me to vent my own frustrations/guilt in an outlet like this. I also don't have the best dad-daughter relationship and I wanted to make this one nicer but still kinda sad. Idk. I'm REALLY glad you liked it 💕

I did try to warn you all that the cliffhangers prior in the story were nothing in comparison to this part hehehehehe 🤭 I didn't really know how to end this series tbh so this seemed... the most plausible/best way? I'm already starting to think about

I'm glad you liked it even if you had to use my full name 💕

My week is slightly better I suppose. I'm still pretty tired, but with no work on Monday I'm hopeful I can read a trashy book and do something enjoyable. Thank you for being so sweet, I hope your week has been well. I missed you SO much! 💕

xoxo

[midknitefox]

fallout 4 positng again I'm borwd

I'm halfway through a thing of frosting don't. don't come at me bros.

HANCOCK APPRECIATION MOMENT. I have an obsession. stepped on a mine and he went "are you okay? see any more?"

my HEART.

who couldn't love this man your first interaction is him stabbing the fuck outta a guy who tried to scam you. it's beautiful, really. get yoself a man willing to stab someone for u when you haven't even met yet.

slash jay dont

don't stab people pls this is fiction

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I think nick is better in a fight. oh god

this guy has a mini gun NOPENOPENOPENOPEOPENOEPEMOPNO

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i died

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I killed someone and he said "you handled yourself pretty well, sister"

explodes

HANCOCK STOP NOOOO

HE'S RUNNING INTO THE ROOM WITH THE MINIGUN GUY

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He fucking stabbed her to death what the actual fuck how did he not die (legendary gunner???? wtf????)

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I stole the minigun

perfect for me (Hancock keeps giving me drugs, and he likes when I get hooked on em. I refuse to buy more drugs so until he gives me more drugs I have no drugs. sorry it's not my fault jet is so useful </3)

Hancock I'm glad you're proud of yourself for getting me addicted to everything under the fucking sun. ily <3

oh I'm overweight now. minigun too heavy </3

throws it at Hancock

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does fallout 4 do the same thing as skyrim where if your companions inventory is full you can make them pick stuff up and it'll still work

I dont actually know

Hancock though is now carrying two miniguns (Ashmaker and Junkie's) and a fat man. and I think he has 2 rocket launchers for some reason? not sure.

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I'm so glad I have NO AMMO.

I'm out of 10mm, .44, and the only weapon I can use rn is basically my deathclaw hand

which isn't bad but it's up close and personal . in a gun fight.

I have a shit ton of .38 and .45 (755 and 489 respectively) but no guns for those :/

and now that I think about it I'm out of ammo for both my flamer and cryo thing so idk why I'm carrying them wtf

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maybe I'm overweight from the

yknow

50 fucking mirelurk eggs

why

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unrelated but I watched the show the other day. so good.

genuinely it felt more like the game than anything else I've watched

like . tlou was good. but it didn't feel like the game. fo felt like the game. there were moments that were just. perfect.

random radaways around, the time slowing down slightly in battle feeling like vats, so good

ok rant over (I would love to rant about it more if anyone wants to chat I'm lacking people to talk about it with other than my mother and that's kinda sad)

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I had to step back from a fight due to low hp and Hancock walked up next to me and destroyed them with the minigun I gave him

so real ❤️

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AH GRENADE

I sploded. rip

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STUCK ON DEBRIS 💔💔 WORST DAY EVER

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I picked up a coffee cup and got too much weight

no I refuse to drop the deathclaw hands and hide I lug around

I feel like this is fo4's version of the dragon scales and bones from skyrim </3

..maybe a little lot less heavy . but come on where else do I put em

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AYO HANCOCK

"I didn't say we were finished" in the middle of battle

mMMMmmMMM?????????

I'm so gay

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advanced lock vs a skyrim veteran with 90+ lockpicks, who will win

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yum

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FUCK YOU TOO

sobs violently

I can't believe I'm being forced to drop junk on the ground I'm so sad

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ok but

why

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I have so much jet...... Hancock I love you

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consequences of my actions (i had to drop more junk)

....... I blame the castle.

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HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT DRUGGED WATER

FUCK YEAH

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God I can't handle the dlcs being glitched.

PURPLE GUY!?!??!!?

sobbing. fr

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I'm about 2/3 of the way through this frosting send help

I need to put it away

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I was fixing my blanket and I didn't pause the game but hancock started doing knife tricks

im.

losing it.

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IM SORRY?

i

hate this dlc (not really)

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fuck mirelurks

I have mirelurk trauma (the castle quest)

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dies

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"not a lot of folks would travel with a ghoul, not even one with my charisma" i would any day yes pls ily

"just say the word if you wanna take a little Chem break" I WOULD LOVE TO.

I went to talk to him and i hit "talk" and he went "for you, any time" or something and I'm losing my shit

"seems to me like you're my kinda trouble" when I hit relationship 🥰

random but I love his voice it's just

idk something about it is really nice to me even though it falls into the category of voice types that I usually don't really like

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this has become me obsessing over Hancock holy fuck

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you've gotta be fucking kidding me

SHE CANT FIT AJAHWISHSH

halfway through her hp bar took about 200 bullets

ALL I GOTTA WORRY ABOUT IS THE LITTLE BABIES SHE SHITS OUT AHAHAHA

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........I don't have enough ammo for this like genuinely

[early20sfailingplenty]

It's been a while, hasn't it?💔

As I was picking up my laptop from the repair shop, I got to thinking about how @darkestamralime 's Bo is portrayed. He's dark, he's so close to canon it hurts in the best possible way, he's very true to it. You were one of the very first people who got me into House of Wax, and we had many conversations about why Bo is the way he is and you helped me to overcome my fears just under a year ago (all that time already?🥺).

Your Bo is loving, he's brutal, he's human, he's soft in a really specific way which makes my heart ache, and then I got to thinking about you and how you love Bo, and then I got to thinking about how dark the atmosphere in Ambrose is. Darkness, love, softness, brutality, violence, a man who was never taught how to love or experienced it himself... All this thinking made me get a small brainworm; this piece wrote itself in my head on the way home. Finally got a chance to sit down and write it out!

I tried to pay homage to your Bo with my portrayal here; it's quite unlike how I usually write Bo so I hope you like it and you can connect with it!💖🫂(and if it doesn't satisfy the Bo cravings, then let me know and I'll happily write you something else!!!)

TW; canonical darkness (Bo's a hunter, I don't shy away), different portrayal to how I usually write Bo, violent imagery, child abuse mentions (canon compliant), talks of bodies as artwork & something to be proud of, anti-parental themes (canon compliant).

Word count: 993.

GN!reader, no coded language, "you" used, no "Y/N".

Dark footsteps overhead.

The steps are slow, measured, careful not to scuff the floorboards or press down too hard. Everyone sleeps lightly in this house, too used from years of hyper vigilance to be able to relax in their environment.

A childhood spent entirely on eggshells, corners potentially full of people waiting to bring them harm, has taught the now adults that they are never safe.

Especially when they dare to think they are.

The steps are rhythmic.

Heel, toe, heel, toe, a tiny pause between each movement. Emphasis on the toes, where most of the weight-bearing is safer. Lighter. He is not naturally a light footed man, but when he hunts, he does his best to mimic Vincent; the more dangerous of the twins and the deadliest Sinclair.

He moves cautiously.

Not hesitation.

Care. Planning.

Hunting.

You picture him then, head moving side to side, icy blues narrowed and a sinister grin on his face, an enjoyer of what he does. He thrives in the symphony of destruction he and his brothers have always worked so hard to compose, the screams of their victims serves as the welcomed background music to the work they carry on in the name of their dearly departed momma.

Her death was the best thing she ever did for them, and they thank her for it every day.

As he hunts for you, you track him. Ears straining against the still of the night, a ringing in your ears to accompany your pulse.

Uncomfortable. Unsettling.

His.

You track him across the living room, lingering by the pool table to finish off the beer cans he and his brothers cracked open that evening. Waste not, want not.

Creaking on the stairs. Coming up. One step at a time. He's not as quiet as he thinks he is; you prefer that to the way Vincent moves. Like a ghost. Only know he's there if he wants you to. Most of his victims die with the flash of a blade which looks more like lightning; dead are they before they hit the ground. Dead before they could register what killed them.

You picture wrists hanging gracefully by his sides, thumbs stroking along seams held together by sheer force of will. Much like the man who wears them. Without you and his brothers, he would unravel, much like those trousers. Coming apart at the stitches to look at himself, to really look.

Silence.

Your heart pounding in your head, fingers gripping your pillow tight as you lay in the dark, eyes wide open but not seeing anything. Too dark. He is coming. But you are unafraid.

You're grinning.

He is the hunter, you are the hunted, but you're both after the same thing. The same person. The same moment. Time has passed and roles reverse sometimes, but you are each other's constant and without each other, nothing would ever be the same. You arrived here on an accident, spared purely by chance, and it would take an act of the devil to tear you away from his side.

Not an act of god - there's nothing holy about this place. No one's going up. No one's going down, either.

Ambrose is a purgatory for the living as much as it is a graveyard for the dead. A museum of all those lives snuffed out years before their time, a collection of people who committed no crime quite like being in the wrong place at the wrong time, unknowing of what was to come until it already had.

The bedroom door opens and an imposing figure, darker than the pitch which surrounds you, steps into the room. You are unafraid, warmth building up in your chest as the figure draws ever closer, bending at the waist to toe off bloodstained boots and shirk off trousers, a shirt, leaving him in dark blue boxers.

Bare to you now is his skin and his heart alike.

Not a hunter.

Not a monster.

A man.

A show of trust is the way you deliberately stretch, nice and slow, and turn your back on him, letting him get comfortable in the space you leave behind. Your body heat protecting him from the chill of the night.

Arms wind around you like a boa constrictor, plush lips press to the back of your head, the nape of your neck, your shoulder, nosing clothes out of the way to reach more of you. Craving satiated, hunting turns to resting and he rests his head on the pillow, your hair tickling his face. He hums contentedly, burrows into your back as you shuffle across to meet him in the middle. Meet him where he is.

You reach for him and slide your fingers in between his, squeezing, squeezing, don't let me go. Please, please stay as much as I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. You tell him you want him there, you need him, without saying a word, and he hears you in your silences. Says it back in the way you feel him smile into the dark, his chest aching in that way only you can induce, crinkles up his nose to ward off the tickle, and he closes his eyes. Grants himself rest in the town which killed him long ago; all that is left now is for his body to catch up.

Or so he thinks. You disagree. He doesn't argue. The very limited world he knew when his parents were alive took him away from himself and he's never quite bothered to take him back.

One day, you'll show him. One day, he'll see.

Until that day, he lets sleep make his body heavy beside you, your bodies tucked so tightly together that not even a sheet of paper could get between you. He keeps his eyes closed, sinking, falling, lost and alone until Morpheus reaches inside him and once more guides him to your side, for nowhere can you go where Bo won't follow you.

[finniestoncrane]

No anon, we die like men.

Hullo, hullo! I love your blog so much, and I saw your 500 follower prompt list! Congrats!

So here are the emojis; 🎃👀⚪️💔🟤

I had to think on this for a bit lol. Any Scarecrow of your choice, whoever you think fits best! Also, afab reader, but gender neutral pronouns would be appreciated. I have forgotten what else you told us to add, but I think that for 🟤 it would be said by reader? If that's against the rules, feel free to ignore that part! I just love your writing lol, I think you do Scarecrow and Riddler so well.

Frustration

general!scarecrow x gn!reader/stuck together in a small space we love a strong commitment to simpery over here, and this request is perfect and wonderful and also i think sort of general jonathan works best here 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: flirting, kissing send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

In retrospect, it would have been wise to try and find another place to hide from the looming presence of the GCPD on your tails. But you panicked, worried that you didn’t have enough time to find another spot. So Jonathan would just need to accept it. Which he was having a surprisingly hard job doing.

“Look, I’m sorry, but at least this way we know the other one hasn’t been caught!”

“And if they happen upon the lab and find us, then we’ll both be taken in, and there won’t be anyone to preserve my experiments, to carry on the work until the other can get out.”

“Huh…yeah. That’s…”

“Please, just be quiet.”

He shifted from you, back against the wall, your body pressed into him, no escape from you.

“Would you like to…discuss the latest batch of toxin?”

“I absolutely would not. Shush.”

“We could play a game of I Spy!”

“In the dark?”

“Hmmm.”

He let out a dry chuckle.

“You know, for someone so smart, you surprise me with your stupidity sometimes.”

“I’m glad I can still surprise you after all this time.”

He laughed again. You were lucky you could do that, it had saved you from being reprimanded, or worse, on more than a few occasions. And it was such a pleasant laugh he had, when he let himself be happy, supressed the urge to maintain his façade.

“You annoy me so much, it’s almost gone full circle.”

“Does that mean you like me, Crane?”

He said nothing. You didn’t think he would. It would be too much to ask for him to admit any feelings for you beyond vague respect and gentle appreciation of your assistance. You instead had learned to live with his faux sardonic sentiments, taking them as statements of his adoration, whether they were intended that way or not. And riling him up was the best way to get him to utter those sweet notes of sarcasm that filled your heart with warmth.

“So, I get an intense, personal audience with the great Doctor Crane, no distractions around him and I’m not even allowed to talk?”

A deep sigh, his breath warm on your cheek, close enough to you that it warmed your face. You rested your palm on his chest.

“I suppose there are other things we could do in silence…what do you say?”

You spoke with a giggle, almost a mocking tone. Trying to get a rise out of him. Though you could feel his heartbeat rising with your suggestive touch, he pretended there was no interest, that he had no idea what you were insinuating.

“You’re very…I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”

You leant in and pressed a kiss to his lips, just light enough that you could make out his features.

His lips tasted of stale coffee, cigarettes, and yet you lapped at them, savouring it. He pulled back, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“How much longer do you imagine we might need to stay in here?” He questioned, trying to calculate in his head.

“I’m not sure, but I hope we have a little bit longer together.” Another kiss to his slightly open mouth. “Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”