#im trying not to ramble but trying to explain all this mess is a mouthful! and this is just what I knowđ thereâs so much im def missing
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Ohhh I was wondering why Francisco Conceicaos was at juve. Did they not wanna work under avb bc they know itâs not gonna be an easy rebuild and it would be easier to jump ship or do they have problems with him?
it had more to do with their loyalty to that dumpster fire that was PdCâs presidencyâŚwhich I get but the way they (mostly Sergio Conceição) went about it was just so immature and disrespectful to the clubâŚand I still donât understand why they acted the way they did??
likeâŚ40 years of presidency at the club with the last 10-15+ being a messâŚwhy would a (must needed) change be met with so much hostility? the fall out is confusing to me as well bc they werenât forced out of the clubâŚthere wasnât any disputes (that I know of) between them and AVB which only adds to my confusionđ
im gonna try to wrap this up bc this porto era is a lot to explain but i will sayâŚ.money is def a driving force behind how ppl have been acting towards this presidency. So much shit came out after PdC was outed and it was shown in sooo many different aspects how he was allowing A LOT of people/players/âleadersâ to stuff their pockets as much as they wanted.
#answered#another reason why Sergio hasnât taken another manager job yetâŚwho TF is gonna pay him what PdC was paying himâŚcmon now!!#I DO truly want chico to do well tho and i understand being defensive of his familyâŚtheyâve all always been very close#he just needs to grow up and focus on the gameâŚwhich is why his celebrations frustrate me bc why are you acting like the club screwed you??#im trying not to ramble but trying to explain all this mess is a mouthful! and this is just what I knowđ thereâs so much im def missing
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making dinner with max ! (fluff)
pairing: max x fem!reader
premis: you watch maxâs daughter (single dad in this scenario) for more hours than bargained; bby feels bad and decides to treat you to dinner ! lots of fluff !!
preface: omg this one was so much fun to write i wish it would happen to me in real life ďźď¸żďź i actually need him, im not kidding ! like always, i hope you enjoy <3 yâall are the best â§âĄâŚ
head rested on your lap, maxâs sweet daughter falls into a deep sleep, tiny body rising and falling with each breath she takes.
âoh, youâre still here,â a male voice says from the main door, silently arriving home like a cat.
you jump a bit and quickly look down to check on penelope, thankfully still sound asleep.
with a smile you shush max and nod to his daughter.
oh, he mouths quietly, having realized his mistake.
with steady hands you carry penelope to her tiny bed, max following your lead like a lost puppy.
or maybe more like a pitbull? his presence was slightly terrifying, him being a millionaire, an f1 racing champion, and such.
and somehow you still managed to have a crush on him.
âthere we go,â you murmur under your breath, turning back towards max as the both of you guys exit her room.
âsorry for making you stay for so long,â max says in a normal volume, a safe distance away from his resting daughter.
âit was nothing! i enjoy taking care of her,â you explain shortly, your breath escaping you. you couldnât place it but there was something about max that intrigued yet scared you. this was the fifth time youâve watched his daughter; why were you still nervous around him?
he pulled out his wallet, collecting a few hundred-dollar bills. âhere,â he says, handing $300 worth of cash into your shaking hand. âfor the overtime.â
you start shaking your head, backing away with raised hands. âno, no; itâs really okay! donât worry, i enjoy the work.â
max sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. âthen let me treat you to dinner.â and before you can refute his answer, he says, âjust so i donât feel guilty later.â
you reluctantly nod, predicting how awkward the rest of this night would be with just the two of you.
âgreat!â max exclaims, having noticed you accepted his offer, and clasped his hands together. âalthough you might need to help me cook.â
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it was a silent night as max and you prepped the ingredients for hamburgersâpenelopeâs favorite.
âhowâs it going over there,â max prompted from time to time as he formed the meat patties.
youâd respond shyly, âgood.ââthough it was anything from good if you were being honestâyou tried to hide with your the scrambled mess of food you made on the chopping board with your back, hoping your boss wouldnât notice.
you could not cook for your life, and chopping vegetablesâtomatoes in this caseâwas a great display of this shortcoming. you cursed to yourself as you accidentally slit your index finger, sucking on it to avoid any blood spilling. you didnât think penelope would want blood-flavored burgers.
discreetly you dashed to the other side of his huge kitchen (why did it have to be so big?!) to grab a napkin in hopes of cleaning your wound.
but, proving to be the f1 champion he is, max twisted at the scuttle of your feet, face contorted in concern at the bloody finger.
you slowly turn as max stalks towards you. you say quickly, âah, itâs just a little cut, iâm so sorry just give me a seconââ
max doesnât give you time to make excuses, though, as he grabs your finger and inspects it, seeing how bad your wound was.
âa bandage should do,â he says, completely ignoring your nervous ramble, and instead, retrieves a first aid kid from the nearby cabinet.
âsorry,â you squeak, looking at the floor.
âitâs okay, y/n. donât worry: it happens all the time to me too,â max assures while getting the necessary supplies. suddenly his eyes go wide at your finger.
you had been fisting your hand trying to calm yourself down, completely oblivious to the increased amount of blood escaping your finger.
max quickly brings your finger up to his mouth, and you watch in shock as he sucks the blood away.
woah.
he takes your finger out of his mouth and, deciding it to be clean enough, disinfects it with an alcohol tissue.
you jolt a bit at the sharp feeling of the alcohol seeping into your bloodstream, and max naturally rubs your hand. âsorry, mustâve hurt.â
you shake your head silently, words gone at the fault of his kindness.
after wrapping your finger in a bandage, max hands back your limb (it felt so cold without his warm touch).
he suddenly laughs, noticing your blank stare. âwhat are you thinking about?â
unable to take your eyes off of your bandaged wound, nor think straight, you murmur, âin-indirect kissing.â
could you blame yourself? your lips went on your finger. then his went on your finger as well. boom! technically that was a kiss, no?
your mind was going crazy, making you a bit dizzy in the real world.
âinteresting,â max observed, nodding slowly with a confused smile.
crap, y/n! you scared him!
you desperately try to make things less-awkward between you and the single dad: âno, no, no; itâs not like that, i swear! iâm just like dumb sometimes and blurt things i donât mean!â
you gulp, trying to read maxâs mind as he shrugs and walks back to your vegetable chopping.
he scoffed, taking in your mess of a salad. then he walked back and tugged you gently by your sleeve, standing you in between him and the counter.
âquick crash course on chopping, okay?â he murmured into your ear, making your heart race for about the hundredth time this evening.
would you have a heart attack with all of these stunts max was obliviously pulling?!
âfirst,â he said, placing a dull knife into your hand, âalways have your finger above this part of the knife when cutting thick foods.â he engulfed your hand in his, yours tiny by comparison, and started showing you a generic chopping motion. you could feel his heartbeat against your back and his breathing on your neck. you could barely focus with him around you, let alone this close to you!
âthere, try it now,â max suggested after a minute of guiding your hand, having chopped a carrot.
you nod, nervous, but still manage to cut an onion thanks to his teaching. âmax! look!â
but your boss was crying and smiling at the same time, hands rubbing his eyes. âi hate onions!â
laughing you hold the chopping board to his face, letting him cry more.
he yells, running away from the satanic vegetable as you chase him around the counter, the both of you attacked with laughing fits.
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âdinner is ready!â max yells, letting penelope know.
you two wait in silence for penelopeâs light footsteps to sound but they never come.
max, confused, raises from his chair and goes to her room. âstay here, she must be asleep.â
patiently, you sit, attempting to calm down your accelerated heart. would it just be the two of you?
âyeah, sheâs out,â max announces, regaining his seat at the oak table. âiâll save the food for her tomorrow.â
you nod, hoping penelope would enjoy it. you really tried your best.
âthanks for, um, teaching me, you know, how to chop and stuff,â you said while nudging a french fry around on your plate.
max, in the middle of biting his cheeseburger, nods.
he laughs, suddenly making a realization: âwhat kind of babysitter canât cook?â
you look down dreadfully. âsorry,â you whispered, playing with your hands. âthatâs my fault for not learning.â
you hear max curse under his breath as he leans closer to you. âlook at me, y/n.â
you listen and look up to face the attractive man, trying to hide with a sad smile your teary eyes.
he brushes a strand of your hair back, studying your face for a moment. âit was meant to be a joke, iâm sorry. i didnât think youâd take it seriously.â he runs a stressed hand through his hair. âyouâre the best babysitter penelopeâs ever had. she loves talking about the âadventuresâ you guys have outside, the things you teach her about the world.â
max laughs. âand honestly, she probably prefers the microwaved food you give her.â
you laugh too. âoh, i see,â you pick up a fork and try to eat your salad but you can feel maxâs eyes burning into yours. your silverware clatters to the plate, your nerves making any action remotely basic to be impossible.
max silently collects a bit of food for you on his fork from your plate and holds it in front of your face. âahhh,â he mimics, smiling.
âis this what you call,â he murmured, watching your lips wrap around the fork, âan indirect kiss?â
you chew your food, eyes blinking at the question max posed, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you.
what do you even say? was your crush flirting with you?
max, noticing your silence, played with his fork. âsorry, that was inappropriate.â
âno, no, no,â you said, face flaming up. âthat was the right usage of the word.â
his eyes darted between your lips and eyes, so quick you almost thought it never happened. âcan you show me what a âkissâ is, then?â
trembling a bit you say, âitâs, uh, when two people touch each other on their lips andââ
max rose out of his chair with a smile, admiring your sweetness. âcan you show me, then?â he neared you, towering over your seated position.
âoh, um,â you mumbled nervously, âonlyâonly if you want.â
he leaned his large hands on the arms of your chair, watching as you shut your eyes quickly.
he laughed, petting your head. âso cute.â
you blindly pouted, a bit embarrassed.
shivering in anticipation, you felt a gentle finger feel your lips. ây/n,â max said, making you open your eyes. âare you okay with this?â
you nodded, staring up at him from under your lashes. âplease, max,â you murmur, kissing his calloused finger, causing his eyes to shutter.
he leaned towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation, then softly brushed his lips on yours, him humming at the contact.
he held your check, deepening the kiss, addicted to your taste. you tried to keep up with max, and thankfully, he helped your shy lips along the way.
when he finally pulled away he was panting, you grinning sheepishly.
âway better than indirect kissing,â you decide aloud, making max laugh.
âagreed.â
you leaned your head into his palm. max smiled as he realized you finally opened up for him.
âdoes daddy have a girlfriend?â a young girlâs voice suddenly asked from behind the both of you, making you jolt away from maxâs hand.
penelope, holding a stuffed animal, was standing still in the hallway, her tiny head tilted in confusion.
âoh, no, sorry max, shootââ you whisper under your breath.
âyes,â max suddenly stated to his daughter, resting a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder, âsheâs mine.â
you look up and find max staring back, raising his eyebrows to check if the statement was true.
you chuckled, raising from your seat to shyly hug your new boyfriend sideways. âiâm his.â
penelope clapped happily, a big smile on her face, making you let out a deep breath. âyayyy!â she exlaimed, ânow i can eat mac and cheese always!â
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PSYCHO PASS PROVIDENCE (english dub) Kougami & Akane moments. (SPOILERS)
at the end i added a photo of me in akane cosplay & kou in popcorn heheÂ
this is a mess sorry...Â
PT.1 [ how i felt, what im feeling, what i understood and what i saw ]
where do i begin, AH, ill start off with saying psycho-pass will forever make me so happy and i will always find comfort in this show. iâm so happy to have heard the english dub cast again.Â
[ i want to say, my movie experience was pretty piss poor sadly, and tbh, i could not focus AT ALL on the movie, on what i feel like was 85% of the time. there was someone in the theater that was kinda like live commenting on the movie and it was so annoying and really broke the most emotional parts. after the movie i cried quietly a bit because i really have been waiting a year for it just for it to come out and be ruined by someone who could not shut their mouth.... just a psa: if your going to see a movie, please remember the space you are in ]
this is kinda just a ramble so sorry if it doesn't make sense~Â
the movie was truly amazing and TBH REALLY HELPED ME UNDERSTAND SEASON 3 in regards to not only why Akane was in jail but to better understand Arata & Kei. which i have to say, i have gown a little more fond of Arata and makes me wonder what more he is going to do in hopefully the later movies/ or hopefully seasonsÂ
there was a lot that happen like ginozaâs hair flying in the wind and also kogamis wet hair but yeah ill skip to the part that really made me think a lot and the part that i could not stop thinking about Akaneâs note to Kougami, and the very end/ the end of the movie being him saying he will get Akane out.
PT.2 [ Akane & Kougami]
NOW Kougami and Akane. wow, the part of kougami covering her from the bomb... we love to see it. KOUGAMI CARRYING HER BRIDLE STYLE AGAIN. WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!!!!!! god,,, any moment where it was just them two i wanted to cry and scream, i really need to relive the movie again alone because it was super super good and my dumbass has a pea for a brain and felt like if i was to have any real reaction my brother (who so kindly went with me to the movie) would just look at me.Â
but really they broke my heart many many times during this movie, kougami calling akane, trying to work his way to say sorry but ended up just being a smart ass and akane saying that she wishes he just said sorry. I WANTED TO SCREAM. i feel like this film was really eveything we have been wanting to see out of the two... i really feel bad for akane i do, i donât know how to explain it but i feel like she was really never able to truly able to talk to kou. i mean she did in the elevator and during the phone call,,, but since kou never said sorry i feel like she never got to talk to him and i felt like it was really a lot for her and what all she experienced.Â
kougami saying that he lives with out regret makes me feel like is what pushed akane to do what she did, i want to say, i really wanted to cry, REALLY wanted to cry when akane wrote a letter to him, kou calling akane an idiot/fool just like she did during season one, maybe i feel like, just how much it effected akane when kou wrote her a letter it kinda had the same effect on him. akane ending up in jail really gave kougami a new push, a push he hasn't had in a while
PT.3 [Gino, Kou, Akane]
going off of that kougamiâs care for akane has grown as we know itâs party the reason why he came back to Japan was a way to see her and see how much shes has changed things for the better good. but Ginoza and Kougami talking about her really was truly sweet. Ginoza adores Akane a lot, and dare i say is kinda like an unsaid older brother. i thought it was really sweet to hear that Gionza wants to protect akane and make sure nothing happens to her. but with that being said... i really cant begin to think what ginoza felt after what akane did.Â
poor ginoza really, i have gown really fond of him in the years leading up to now, after really seeing and understanding how much he cares for akane and how much he wants the best out of her, and how much he wants to see her grow. the part where gionza pushes kou against the wall in anger (for akane) really was fun to see. kougami not keeping his word (we knew he wouldn't) of saying out of their hair. ginoza, what a silly man. to think kou wouldnt find his way back home..Â
PT.4 [ ill shut up now <3 ]
to end- the way the movie ended and the way season three ended makes me want to cry,, even right now, as i said before, akane gave kougami a drive that it doesn't seem like he has has for a while now. although he has always felt the need to also take care of akane this time was different, he feels like she got there because of him, so its now party his job to get her out,Â
but it makes me think of the end of season three and when kougami went to go and pick her up, that, besides saying that he was there to get her he also said sorry the sorry that akane had been waiting to hear for a while... but anyways... i think this movie really helped us better understand what more akane and kougmi relationship has faced, and also i like to think this all happen and now they are on the same level and have a better understanding of each other. kougami and akane are and have for once meet as equals.Â
i think, what Akane did was really really smart, a smart way to show the world what is going on behind closed doors and how the system that japan is ran on is- like what any government system is,,, flawed. but also how the Sibyl System can be a good stepping stool to an EVEN better system but there just has to be some changes . BUT i also like to believe that while the sibyl system is evil and crazy i think it has its benefits, but just needs to be used wisely and more as a (again) steeping stool rather then a latter, point being... i think in this movie thats what i feel like what was being made super clear, that there needs to be room for growth for both the sibyl system and using it as a helping hand rather than relying it to fully judge someone.
i bet none of this made any sense, im writing this at 1:15AM after a con weekend with no glasses on :D , but this was my thoughts and my opinions about the movie unbiased... i have not read what anyone else had said, i didn't want what i was thinking to be affected by anyone else. but i cant wait to read some ! i like many of you, have been waiting for this for a really long time now and tbh am super sad that the movie experience was not 100% it wasn't only the person saying shit though-out the whole movie but it was also bad on the theater i went to part as well,,, and like i said, i want to cry, i really do, my first time seeing the move was shat on and just have a hard time remembering what happened due to my bean for a brain lol... anywho
if you have any questions regarding the movie PLEASE DROP A QUESTION IN MY ASK BOX !!!! i want to better format my thoughts and i do best with questions hehehe
as promised⌠me cosplaying akane (wtf face reveal !??) to the movies + kou in the popcorn đż
â love u all <3 thanks for making this place, a place where i can talk about anything regarding psycho pass, you donât understand :,)
#psycho pass kougami#psycho-pass#shinya kougami#paycho pass ginoza#akane psycho pass#psycho pass#anime#shinkane#ginoza nobuchika#psycho pass providence#psycho pass movie
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Hiii! I loved reading your dating Mirage headcannons. I've been on a roll with simping and loving him That being said, I'd love HCs of how Mirage would act around his (major) crush on a newer Legend who is kind of oblivious to his care for them... so how do you think he'd act when they get hurt outside of a game?
Thank you so much if you fulfill this request! Your writing is truly admirable <33 take care of yourself and happy holidays!
thank you so much love, you are so kind! luv this request btw, i hope its want u wanted <3
cw: bloody nose mentioned quite a lot, elliot is a mess and so is reader..literally lol
mirage with a legend s/o;
pray for your squad mates. its painful to watch.
elliot is SO flirty with you in and out of the games, and ofc, you dont see it as anything unusual from the legend. hes like that with everyone....right?
makes it his own responsibility to keep you on your feet in battle, would probably leave someone else to die to come help you.
yeahhh renee was not happy with him after that one
definitely a bet going around to see if elliot will actually spill his feelings. its become quiet the conversation starter among everyone.
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you were training one day, something you all did regularly to stay on top of your game
and it can get pretty intense sometimes. but you all know your limits, thats why you called it quits with a bloody nose and a sore back after sparring with kairi.
she was spewing apologizes left and right, and you reassured her it was all in good fun, and that you were okay.
just as she holds out her hand to help you up, the door to the training room opens, and in comes elliot, ajay and octane not far behind him, in their own conversation.
to say elliot reacted immediately would be an understatement, by his reaction you would think you were sitting here being held at knife point.
"what the hell happened in here! we heard yelling... y/n?! youre bleeding?" he rambled on, not really giving either of you a chance to explain yourselves.
kairi steps aside for a moment only to come back with a small white box in her hand. a first aid kit. god knows how long thats been in here.
she passes the kit to elliot, giving a small grin and says "their all yours." with a pat on the back, before following the other two out the door, she turns back to you to mouth "sorry" with a wink. surely she hadnt...planned that.
it was painfully quiet in the room after that. elliot sits on the floor in front of you, opening up the small box to retrieve some gauze.
he hands it to you to place under your nose, and you take it quickly, not wanting to ruin the gym floor or your clothing any further.
hes quiet again, and you look past your hand to see him staring at you.
"she got you good, huh?" he said, with what could only be described as a pout.
"its just a bloody nose elliot...im gonna be okay." you said lightly, trying to ease the tension. he grins and shakes his head
"i know that. it...it just freaks me out to see people i care about get hurt, yknow." he said looking away
you let out a small laugh at his statement. "aw..you care about me? what happened to "dont get close to anyone"? you reminded him of what he said to you when you first came to the base.
while his advice rang true in a place like this, you couldnt help but share his feelings.
"you have...no idea" he said softly, looking at you again. you are only now realizing how close you two are, his face mere inches away from your own.
a few more moments go by, and he finally breaks the silence again.
"can i say something?" he askes, sounding nervous.
"of course" you respond curiously.
"i really want to um...i really want to kiss you right now..." he said, cheeks flushed. "i mean only if you want to i dont want to ma-"
you cut him off with a laugh. he looks horrified honestly and it only makes you giggle even more.
"normally, id say go for it. but im kinda bleeding from my nose right now" you giggled as you watched his face turn even redder.
"yeah! yeah right...i knew that....obviously....whatever, lets go get that cleaned up yeah?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject. you giggled again and got up to follow him out of the gym.
"hey elliot?"
"..yeah?" he turned to you
you stood up a little bit taller to place a kiss on his cheek. stepping back you take in the shocked look on his face
"thats for helping me, and if you really wanna kiss me, wait till im not a bloody mess, yeah?" you grinned at him.
he groaned, turning around to walk out, but you knew he wanted you to follow him.
"i hope you realize what you do to me." he says to you with a grin. "but i will take you up on that...if its okay" hes still unsure. you take that as a sign to slip your hand into his.
"if it wasnt okay, i wouldnt be letting you waste your time on something like a bloody nose yknow" you laughed lightly, hoping to ease both yours and his nerves.
"cant have you like, bleeding out to death." he remarks, keeping his hand in yours. you laugh at his comment.
"wouldnt wanna let me die without that kiss huh?"
he groans again, but you dont miss the shy smile on his face.
#i went waaay overboard w this one#mirage apex legends#mirage x reader#mirage#elliot witt x reader#elliot witt#apex legends x you#apex legends headcanons#apex legends x reader#sfw.mp3đ޸
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âAre you in love with him?â - Tony Stark Imagine
Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think itâs debt-free, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and Iâm so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn
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âOf course I am. Heâs Tony Stark.â You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. âWho isnât in love with him?â
Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. âThen, why donât you tell him?â
You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldnât see what was glaringly obvious to you. âHeâs Tony Stark.â
The perplexed expression didnât disappear from your friendâs expression. So, you explained further, âItâs already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with youâ -you laughed- âit shouldnât even be possible for someone like me.â
âDonât say that. Youâre amazing, too.âÂ
You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. âI know Iâm amazing.â You shrugged. âIâm great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.â You clicked your tongue. âHowever, you all, all you Avengers⌠Forget out of my league, more like off planet.
âAnd Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless theyâre a god or another Avenger.â
It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair.Â
Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. âWeirdly enough, Iâm sure none of us Avengers think that way.â After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, âArenât there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.â
You laughed. âFan edits donât make an Avenger. Saving the world does.â
He shrugged. âYou help us save the world.â
âFrom inside Avengers Tower on a computer.â You took a deep breath. âLook, Bruce, I appreciate what youâre trying to do. But, Iâm not telling him.â You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.
You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they havenât dwindled, you knew it was for the best.Â
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Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didnât need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic.Â
You, though. With you, he couldnât fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasnât just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he canât seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you.Â
It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe.Â
It was addicting.Â
âSir, I have the calculations.â
âHit me.â
âSpeech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has 78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.â
Tony nodded. âHow does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.â
âWell, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.â
Tony snapped his fingers. âAm I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isnât an Avenger after all.â
Friday took two seconds and responded. âYou and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.â
When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, âDo you want me to repeat the results?â
âYou donât need to, Friday.â
âBut youâre not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?â
âFriday,â Tony warned.Â
There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?
âSir?â
âYes, Fri?â
âWould you like me to play examples for you?â
He blinked. âExamples?â
âYes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.â
It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldnât.Â
âPlay examples.â
Before his rational mind could tell Friday no.Â
âAre you in love with him?â
Tonyâs eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.âFriday-â
âOf course I am.â
â-stop playback.â
âHeâs Tony Sta-â
âPlayback stopped.â
Tony scrambled. âWhat? No, wait, go back. Play it.â Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldnât expect him to hear that and stop.Â
âHeâs Tony Stark. Who isnât in love with him?â
âThen, why donât you tell him?â
â... Heâs Tony Stark.â
Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. âWhat does that mean?â
Friday answered, âDr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that sheâs in love with you.â
Why did he program Friday like this? âI know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?â Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasnât ideal.Â
Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldnât be with him.Â
âMaybe you should ask her.â
There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldnât give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasnât just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to.Â
âYeah,â he said. âMaybe I could talk to her.â
~ - ~
The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, âYouâre gonna be mad.â
You narrowed your brows. âWhat did you do?â You pressed your palm to your chest. âOh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didnât he? Ugh, I know he said heâs great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you shouldâve given him a tutorial before giving him access.â You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis.Â
âThatâs not it.â Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. âI did something that invaded your privacy.â
You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, âHow?â
Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. âYouâre gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.â
You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue.Â
Tony cleared his throat. âUsually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You arenât. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable.Â
âLong story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.â He glanced at you. âSo thatâs why I need to apologize.âÂ
Your expression didnât change. No, that wasnât it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing.Â
Tony blinked. âYou can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.â
You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. âOk, that was a lot.â You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldnât really think of anything to say. You didnât even know how to feel. âSo you know that Iâ -you pointed at yourself and then at him- âand that I didnât wanna tell you.â You shook your head. âWait, do you know why I didnât want to tell you?â
A broken scoff left Tonyâs lips. âYeah. Iâm a mess.â
It was your turn to scoff. âWait, youâre a mess? Thatâs why you think I donât want to tell you?â
âAmong other reasons?â
Other reasons?Â
You crossed your arms. âOk, what other reasons?â
Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, âIâm surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Canât get it if youâre with me. Then, thereâs the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, thereâs the whole daddy issues thing. Iâm working on it, but it takes a while-â
He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldnât even say how it happened.Â
But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks.Â
You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. âWhat?â he asked.Â
You didnât answer. You kissed him instead.Â
It was a hard press of your lips against his. It was short, and it wasnât much.Â
But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, youâd think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasnât. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him.Â
While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didnât want it to stop.
Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.
Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck.Â
He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek.Â
You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours.Â
His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didnât say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.
âSpeechless, Stark?â you teased.Â
He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tonyâs hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. âMore confused.â
Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldnât look away from you. âYou are amazing, Tony. Thatâs the reason I didnât want to tell you.â You shrugged. âYouâre too good for me.â
His fidgeting stopped. âWell, thatâs not true.â
âTony, youâre an Avenger.â
âTechnically, you are also an Avenger.â
âYouâre a genius.â
âWho canât cook scrambled eggs.â
âYou literally saved the universe.â
âAfter producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.â
You glared at him.Â
He glared back. Then, he fought back. âI donât plan on retiring.â
âWouldnât want you to.â
âI have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.â
âAnd I will learn to help you.â
âI couldnât give you a normal life.â
âIâd rather have you anyway.â
He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, âIâd rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as youâll have me.â
He raised his eyebrow. âYou sure about that?â
âPositive.â
Tony shook his head with a smile. âCause, Iâd rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?â
You laughed. âWonât happen. But, sure.â You kissed him again.You wouldâve kept going, but there was something to settle first. âBy the way, Tony?â
âYeah?â
âIs Friday recording right now?â
âFriday records everything. Itâs in the contract.â
Friday added, âI record everything that happens in the tower.â
âOk.â You could work with that. âIâll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.â
Tony beamed, and you couldnât help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, âOn one condition.â Your own smile turned devious. âI want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.â
Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, âGod, I love you,â against your lips.
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a heroâs journey (m)
summary; jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story pairing; jungkook x editor!reader (f) genre/warnings; best friendâs boyfriend au, slice of life, angst with a happy ending because im weak, pining pINING, everyoneâs kind of a mess in their own sweet special way, alcohol use, mentions of ze weed, toxic relationships, mean friends, sexâslight dom!kook, food play, fingering, squirting, heavy use of the petname âpretty girlâ bc im weak, strength kink, manhandling (oop!) w.c;Â 22.2k a/n; woof! my first fic for @goldenclosetnetworkâ 23 | jungkookâs birthday project! this goes out to all the closet romantics *ahem me cough* who doesnât love pining between a cutie koo? a huge thank u for vivi @eerieeditsâ for making this bbbBEAUTIFUL fic banner! Â
prompt used: âI shouldâve known.â
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Itâs so easy to ignore the world.Â
Maybe itâs a young-adult thing, but it gets difficult fitting into the 9-to-5 and playing to satisfy bosses that donât entirely understand your work ethic. Maybe itâs out of complacency, or fear. But you prefer to let the world flow around you and when youâre needed, youâll act. Youâve reached that point in your life where you enjoy the little things, satisfied by an extra hour of overtime tacked onto your paycheck, a new fabric softener, or finding the perfectly squishy yoga mat.Â
Youâve finally started feeling comfortable in your shoes, uncaring as to whether youâre single or drowning in college debt, happy to live a relatively stable life. Youâre grateful. Thereâs nothing more than you need than your happiness, and the love of your friends and family.Â
Namely, your best friend from college. Jisoo always joked about how you two âwon the lotteryâ as dorm rooms in freshman year were determined by lottery. Pulling numbers 883 and 884, you and Jisoo snagged a corner spot of the dormitory, leaving you two utterly cramped but utterly close as the years went by. Six years later and itâs still the case, the two of you have grown into talented working ladies. While you may not be able to spend time with each other the same way you did in school, you still care for each other.Â
So when Jisoo shows up teary with a rumpled dress shirt and her hair waterfalling out of this morningâs bun, you break out the good alcohol and season three of Jane the Virgin for her.Â
After the liquid is warm in your cheeks and youâve fawned enough over Micheal and Rafaelâs love triangle, you let Jisoo ramble.Â
Jisoo has downed a whole bottle of soju on her own, while youâve decided to have a tasteful glass of wine. Youâd rather be tired wine drunk than wasted on soju.Â
âJungkook and I had a fight,â she warbles, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth, âit was totally stupid.âÂ
Your eyes flash, picturing Jisoo and Jungkook in quarrel. Theyâre the epitome of an Instagram-worthy couple, beautiful and deathly charming to a fault. They show nothing but kindness and sweetness to you whenever you third-wheel, not a lick of anger between them when youâre all together.
So a fight is something surprising. Jisoo and Jungkook, J-squared are a power couple. Saying their names next to each other just emits a sort of energy you can only akin to famous small screen couples like Troy and Gabriella or Cory and Topanga. Jisooâs Instagram is belly full with sweet selfies of them together, the doe-eyed man always looking completely sweet and gentle to the woman in his arms.
You never piqued Jungkook as the type of guy who would pick a âstupid fight.â And you know Jungkook pretty well.Â
Maybe a little too well.Â
âHe surprised me during my lunch break and he caught me talking to Doyoung and he thought I was flirting,â Jisoo is practically eating her sweater, her head falling between her flannel pyjama sleeves.Â
âDoyoung, as in your ex Doyoung?â you raise a brow.Â
She groans, glaring at you in earnest. âNot you, too! I told him it was ridiculous to get jealous, and then I told him how jealous I get when heâs around girls and I donât need to tell him that,â she rolls her eyes, twisting her feet petulantly in her fuzzy socks, âbut then you know what he says back?âÂ
You wince, swirling your wine glass, âThat youâre crazy?âÂ
âThat Iâm crazy, exactly! How did youââ her bloodshot eyes zero in on you, where youâve tucked yourself in the corner of the couch. You swirl the ruby liquid in your cup, watching the feet web around the cheap crystal, âyou think Iâm crazy too, donât you?âÂ
You swallow your sigh, taking your time to finish your liquid in languid sips. Uneasy, you wish you could just sink through the couch in order to avoid this conversation. Jisooâs heart is generally in the right direction, but in terms of emotions she has the kind of sensitivity that you prefer to ignore rather than tread. Jungkook is also equally emotional, but in a different way. He wears his heart on his sleeve, preferring to keep things straight as opposed to bottling it up like Jisoo.Â
However the theoretic bottle has reached itâs brim and Jisooâs tipping, fast.Â
âI need to tell you something,â Jisoo is swerving, crawling like an infant on wobbly limbs to reach your corner of the couch. You almost stop her, tell her you can continue this conversation in the morning, itâs what you normally do when she drinks into a stupor. But tears are swimming in her glassy caramel eyes and sheâs grappling onto your blanket, resting her head in her lap.Â
Her glossy russet strands curtain her head, so you donât see the expression on her face when she says her next words:Â
âJungkook told me he liked you senior year, and I told him you werenât interested so Iâd have a chance.âÂ
Wow. So that explains everything.
The memories that youâve tried so hard to brush away, the feelings youâve tried so hard and continue to try to suppress, are laid out in front of you on a rusted platter. You could laugh, you could fling the rest of the Pinot Grigio down your throat like fresh water on a hot day and call it a night.Â
But instead you choke back your tears, and push her off because youâre hurt. Â
Deep down you know you wouldâve been less upset if she told you the week after Jisoo and Jungkook called it official. If you knew from the beginning, it wouldâve been easier on your heart. But it's been over two years since the past, thinking youâve been needlessly, stupidly, delusional in thinking that you couldâve possibly had a chance with Jungkook.
Because it couldâve been you. And the reason why Jisoo and Jungkook fought today? Now you know itâs because deep down, they know theyâre each otherâs second choice.Â
You canât even recall a time where Jungkook and Jisoo were together alone before they suddenly started dating, remembering how it used to be you and Jungkook before Jisoo found him one day in your shared apartment, utterly smitten. And now you know you werenât delusional, because the feelings and the signals you two were exchanging in senior year was real.Â
But it doesnât stop the fact that over two years have passed. Two years of a serious relationship between Jisoo and Jungkook, and two years of you secretly loving him from an armâs length.Â
âYou hate me,â Jisoo removes herself from you, voice trembling. The quick, dark part of your mind wants you to snap back of course I hate you. Youâve trusted Jisoo with your life all these years, she was the reason you got through college so gracefully, why you enjoyed the past seven years of your life.Â
But the sentiment is stained, and all you can do is deliver a tired smile and stand up. âI donât hate you,â you say, âIâm just, really overwhelmed. I canât lie and say that Iâm not hurt,â your fingers clutch the fake crystal in your grasp, and for once youâre thankful youâre not strong enough to break it, âbut you two love each other now and thereâs no point in dwelling in the âwhat-ifsâ.âÂ
Now that you think about it, when was the last time Jisoo treated you like a best friend? You stare at your wine glass, thinking that the only time comfort is provided in this apartment is when Jisoo is upset, never when youâre upset.Â
Jisoo bobs her head senselessly, agreeing to every word. Itâs pathetic, seeing her on her knees and her eyes glimmering with the hope that youâd forgive her straightaway. She must feel awful. Thatâs good. Â
You sigh, needing to be the bigger person. âYou need to call Jungkook and tell him he has nothing to worry about though, after all, you two have history now. As much, if not more than Doyoung.âÂ
���Right,â she replies, biting her lip. It suddenly feels like you're talking to a wall, carrying a conversation that's long ended.
âAs for us,â you have half a mind to slam your glass on the counter, but instead you give it a heavy hand, letting slowly thump to the coffee table, âI donât think I want to see you two, for a while.âÂ
âUnderstandable.âÂ
âAnd I donât want to help you move out anymore,â I just want you gone. Â
âRight,â she whispers. The both of you will be completed with your lease in two months, and Jisoo and Jungkook have decided to move into Jungkookâs apartment. As for you, you havenât decided as to whether you want to go through the whole process of moving out or looking for a new roommate.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so so fucking sorry. I just was insecure as fuck in college and Jungkook was the first person I met in a long time that helped me feel more⌠like me.â
You want to say that she's right, sheâs selfish. Her excuses arenât palpable anymore. Itâs too late. But if you were in Jisooâs shoes, youâd think this apology is mere crumbs in comparison to your friendship. Why isn't she trying harder? Maybe because she doesn't know any better. After all, you never told her what you felt for him has morphed into love.Â
You donât even have to ask as to whether sheâll tell Jungkook this or not, you now know honesty is not her style.Â
Jisoo doesnât get a goodnight and a drunken kiss on the forehead like she usually does whenever you two have your late night talks. Instead, she seals herself to her own demise as you slam the door to your bedroom, effectively shutting each other out.Â
Work is a bitch the following morning. Youâre like molasses, rolling out of bed despite the whole world and its mother telling you to go back to sleep.Â
Your feet are killing you as you make your walk to work, deciding to wear a pair of red-backed heels so you can stomp your way through your day.Â
Your Wusband (Work-Husband) Kim Namjoon matches you step-for-step, eyes glued to his phone as he catches you on the sidewalk. âWoman on a mission,â he comments absentmindedly, eyes glued to his phone as he follows the click of your shoes to your favorite cafe.Â
You spare a glance to your right hand-man, eyeing him appreciatively at his dedication to your morning routine. Heâs your favorite co-worker, one who keeps you on time to your meetings and keeps you sane when you want to pull your hair out and dig out a coffin in your little cubicle. Namjoonâs long legs always seem to catch up with you during your workweek, whether itâs to get coffee in the morning or to talk shit about the latest gossip in the breakroom.Â
The bell of the glass door tinkles in your ears as you enter the cafĂŠ, relatively busy for the morning rush. While you wait in line, Namjoon ticks off your activity list for today.Â
âMeeting with Victoria is cancelled this morning,â you groan in relief, your supervisor Victoria always scares the shit out of you even when sheâs not doing anything, âand just the usual proofing and whatever we have to do on the third floor todayâcan I get a large iced Americano with a pump of caramel? Thanks,â Namjoon moves aside so you can throw your order in as well, âand after work could you stop by Vernonâs? He took a sick day today and he has most of the manuscripts for the next issue.âÂ
âDone and done,â you swipe your card in the dip, tucking your card away in your zippered pouch. âSo like, do Americanos taste any good? Like itâs literally watered down espresso how do you pay to drink watered down tarââÂ
Jungkookâs at the pick-up counter. Jungkookâs at the pick-up counter swirling stray sugar crystals with his thumb and putting them in his napkin. What an impeccable display of Virgo energy, absentmindedly cleaning things he has no business doing. You scoff to yourself, recalling this morning that Jisoo got off the phone this morning with a stupid smile on her face. From the mirror image that Jungkook is excluding while heâs smiling on his cellphone like a smitten teenager, it seems like theyâve made up.Â
Nevertheless the hurt from last night is still fresh in your bones, and you force yourself to look away despite the fact that your morning pick-me-ups are almost done and are sitting tauntingly next to Jungkookâs elbow. Does he really need to learn against the counter like he owns it? Hair slightly damp from the shower, your heart beats a little faster at the fresh image.His biceps are straining against his charcoal lycra long sleeve, which is slightly damp from his morning run. Snap out of it! You are a mature, working woman who does not swoon in the view of bulgy muscles, especially when the man who owns those muscles is taken. Suddenly thereâs a call of your name, and two cups and a paper bag are put in front of Jungkook.Â
He blinks, and you immediately pale when you see his eyes flit over your name surrounded by your favorite coral pink beverage. You feel struck as his head perks up at the name and he narrowly makes eye-contactâ
âThe fuck youâre doing,â Namjoon gripes, shoving your guava iced tea and croissant in your chest, âstanding there like a moron as if we donât got shit to do today.âÂ
âSorry,â you mumble, pulling at the brown paper bag to tug a piece of croissant between your teeth. The warmth, buttery pastry melts in your tastebuds. Ah, bread. Nothing like a little bit of carb to make you feel better.Â
Youâre suddenly thankful for Namjoonâs gargantuan torso from effectively blocking you from Jungkook, hauling you out of the coffee shop like a petulant toddler. He doesnât even give you a chance to catch another secret look at the object of your affections, making sure youâre back in your work game before you enter the building. Even if he doesnât know it, Kim Namjoonâs always got your back.Â
Or in todayâs case, breathing down your back.Â
Without your third editor and a hard deadline coming up by the end of the week, you and Namjoon are working in tandem throughout your 9-5 to complete drafts for Big Hit Publishings Arts & Media section. Both of you take turns to bring snacks and feed each other, feeling like reading zombies and slaves to your desk as you remind each other to breathe throughout the whole ordeal.Â
In complete honesty you donât totally mind. Namjoon is a great partner-in-crime, and you both love what you do and do a damn good job at it. You call it âBuzzfeed but with Benefits.âÂ
And at least for today, you could quell the feelings in your chest from last night and this morning. Sure, youâve always been okay with the pining youâve had for Jungkook. The feeling comes and goes whenever it pleases, and since yesterday youâve been okay with just admiring from afar and being their third wheel.Â
However, now the feelings are acutely comparable to a third-degree burn with the help of Jisoo playing with fire.Â
With a quiet exhale, you concede in your gaming chair (because itâs just so damn comfy to keep in the office.) Youâre an adult and not a petty child, and you will not let this piece of information derail you from your calm, stable lifestyle.Â
But honestly? Fuck Jisoo.Â
âLetâs go, buckaroo,â Namjoon logs off for you, the cinnamon-y smell of his shampoo effectively waking up your senses, âitâs already 5:30. And you said youâd stop by Vernâs to get his drafts.âÂ
âRight,â you blurt, mindlessly putting away your papers and snack wrappers in your bag. You canât believe the whole dayâs gone already.Â
âMaybe you donât even have to go to his apartment. Just text him or whatever.âÂ
âSounds good, thanks Joonie.âÂ
âAnd y/n?â Namjoon gives you a look that causes you to force a terse smile, one you give one too many times to higher-ups at work. It isnât to insult Namjoon by any means, but you guys are partners, the kind that tell way too much but hide just enough to remain close from afar. âTake it easy, will you?âÂ
âI will,â you concede, stretching your arms, âIâm def overdue for a massage.âÂ
âYou donât look sick,â you scoff, taking in the casual look your co-editor boasts as he leans casually against the doorway.Â
Hansol Vernon Chwe is the epitome of fluffy, decked out in large electric blue sweats and his russet brown hair curling softly above his porcelain skin. Not only is he your co-editor, but also a friend from college. Not to the extent that you were with Jisoo and Jungkook, but you operated in the same publishing club and managed to get partnering internships that made you the co-workers you are today. You see a little bit of that collegiate youth in Vernon right now, as he looks well-rested and fresh faced despite the fact he probably didnât apply moisturizer or drink enough water today.
âBut you kinda do,â he tilts his head, noting the heels that adorn your feet, âyouâre wearing your sexy shoes today, that means somethingâs going on.âÂ
âGee, ever the ladiesâ man,â you scoff, getting under his arm to invite yourself inside, âall I want is the completed interviews so we can pick out the best parts and draft them. Then Iâll be on my merry way.âÂ
âOh câmon, weâve been talking nothing but work this whole damn month. What happened to college when weâd talk hours about House Hunters, the safeness of library sex, that little furry thing in Lincoln Hallâs urinal? That was prime conversation.âÂ
âVern, Iâm just here for the drafts,â you sit at his tiny kitchen table, glaring at his open laptop. Â
âYou couldâve just emailed me,â he teases, twisting around his chair so he can rest his arms against the back. âBut since youâre here, that means you probably wanna spill some tea but youâre too upset to admit it.âÂ
âIf I talk will you stop talking like that?âÂ
âYes. Give me the juicy details. Need some juicy juice.âÂ
âNevermind, get out of my apartment.âÂ
âUh, this is my apartment.âÂ
âMy point still stands,â you make another face at his outfit, âyou look like the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.â Â
Vernon purses his lips, scooting his chair closer to yours. Heâs unfazed by your insult, far used to your defenses being higher up than Fort Knox. He looks up at you with his pretty lashes and deceivingly sweet caramel eyes, leaning his head along the backrest. âCâmon, tell me whatâs bothering you,â he says in a gentle tone, coaxing you open.Â
He always knew how to do it for you, a little bit of sweet talking and that clear open gaze always reduced you to shreds in university. For him, it always took a good meal and some sci-fi movies to get him to talk. That must be why youâve stayed friends for so long, you two knew how to connect.Â
Finally you crack, kicking off your shoes and hoping the sharp end doesnât land on his cat. You hear Luna meow in protest but sheâs got great reflexes. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of your stuffy blazer, you air out your cleavage, not caring about Vernonâs gaze. Heâs seen worse.Â
âRemember Jeon Jungkook? Majored in graphic design.â
âAh, yeah. The guy who like, lived at the gym and the dining hall? Havenât seen him in a minute,â his eyes seem to glaze over the glory days, reminiscing in the simultaneous safetynet and stressor that made up your early twenties, âdidnât you guys hit it off real well? Like I remember you ditched likeâthree sci-fi nights to study with him. Who even studies at 1AM?âÂ
âYeah, we did,â and you canât help but frown at as you remember the 7-Eleven runs, the utter warmth you felt when he would wipe a stray rice grain off your cheek, and how happy you felt to laugh so much with him it hurt, âbut uh. Jisoo got drunk last night, because they had a fight. And she sort of admitted to me that she sabotaged our relationship and told Jungkook I wasnât interested in him so they could start dating. Two years later and here we are.âÂ
A pause. And then, âWant a beer?âÂ
Vernon doesnât even wait for a response when he gets up, bare feet slapping against the tile as he prepares some drinks and snacks for you.Â
âThatâs pretty fucked up,â he practically sing-songs among the cacophony of popcorn pop-pop-popping in the microwave. The aroma of buttery kernels is all but a relief, reminding you of movie matinees, âand like, she knew you liked him! It was totally obvious, even if you didnât spell it out for her.âÂ
âYeah,â you practically gushed to Jisoo those past two months, every waking moment with heart-eyes over the talented graphic designer Jeon Jungkook.Â
âI canât believe Jisoo would keep that a secret from you for so long. Like, can you even trust her anymore?âÂ
âDonât know, was she even my bestfriend or was I just a good roommate to her?â you ask. Vernon is holding two beers in one hand and a bag of popcorn by the tips of his fingers in the other, careful to not burn himself. Opening the beer for you, you thank him and take a long swig.
âWell, good thing youâre still not in love with him or whatever. That would really suck. Unlessââ
The look on your face says it all. Youâre practically snotting into your bottle, your face tucked into your chin as you fight hard to stop the tears youâve been suppressing for the last two years. âDonât give me your pity,â you garble, turning away from the sad look Vernon gives you as he wraps his arms around you.Â
The tears are soft and gentle, flowing freely onto the cotton of Vernonâs arms as you let it out.Â
ââMânot,â he concedes, rubbing his chin into your neck. He really is a lot like Luna, just like his cat ready to give you affection. âLetâs just, get some take-out and watch Hamilton or something.âÂ
He lets you wear his matching sweat suit, lime green, as you order Thai food and rap along to Hamiltonâs sick beats. Vernon does a better job keeping the flow, but youâre having a good time being his hype man as he parades around the living room like itâs 1776.Â
You go home that night around ten oâclock, feeling noticeably lighter and more relaxed. Be that it may you are still wearing the sweatpants and heels ensemble, you feel comforted.Â
The apartment is quiet when you walk in, not a single light turned on. You get a slice of the city lights bleeding in from the organza curtains, which allow you to kick off your heels and hobble to where you think the kitchen counter is.Â
Today is Jisooâs day to cook dinner. You can tell she decided to cook today from the faint smell of Japanese curry and a small unwashed plate in the sink. Whenever it was someoneâs turn, they usually left an extra bowl or serving in it for the other roommate when they got home. Unsurprisingly, you find no such thing on the counter or in the fridge.Â
Youâre not upset, but rather decided. If Jisoo is going to let your friendship fade off with no intention of redeeming herself, then you should give her the same amount of energy back. You realize now the apology she gave last night wasnât for you, but empty words to make her feel better and mend whatever toxicity sheâs created in her own relationships. People like Namjoon and Vernon reminded you that you didnât need to try and earn other peopleâs friendships.Â
Itâs disappointing, but the feeling is all but too familiar.Â
If you could describe Jisoo as anything, it would be the color pink. Blushing, beautiful, beguiling pink. The way she flushes when Jungkook does an uncalled for grandiose gesture of romance, or when she wears a hot magenta number when sheâs hosting a fashion show. Jisoo is the personification of La vie en rose, unbothered and unabashed. Â
But now all you see when you think of Jisoo? Nothing but red.Â
With that, you go in your room and untack the polaroid of you and Jisoo at the carnival last month, putting it away in your junk drawer to be forgotten.Â
âYouâre running away.âÂ
âAm not.âÂ
âAre too,â that interjection comes from Vernonâs roommate, Jung Hoseok. Heâs been watching you two bicker over work for the past hour while he plays GTA5, failing to get a good hard carry because you and Vernon are too busy discussing whatever finishing touches you need on your final draft.Â
âNo one asked for your opinion, Jung,â you throw over your shoulder.Â
âIâm just saying,â Hoseok flicks his wrist and nabs a tank, âyou never wanna go home, you eat all our food, and I found your pyjamas in my laundry basket.âÂ
âYou said your basket was the blue one,â you hiss under your breath.Â
âThe navy blue one,â Vernon chirps unhelpfully, ânot the electric blue one.âÂ
Hoseok hits âsaveâ on his campaign, disconnecting from his PS4 and stretching his lean limbs. âI mean, we could use a third roommate,â Hoseok jokes, getting up from the couch and grabbing a handful of M&Ms from your bowl, âyou do make a bomb mac nâcheese.âÂ
âAppreciated,â you relent when Hoseok presses a kiss to your cheek and tells Vernon heâll be back late working, leaving you and Vernon alone in their shared apartment. When Hoseok is gone, you stare at the door, tilting your head, âyâknow,â you remark, âHoseokâs a cool guy, why did I never hang out with him in college?âÂ
âBecause he was stoned the majority of senior year and you just didnât vibe with that crowd.âÂ
âOh, yeah.âÂ
âBut, youâre trying to change the subject,â Vernon carefully untacks your hands from your keyboard, knowing that you two have already been done with this month's issue and youâre now just mindlessly re-reading emails. âYouâve been here since Thursday, and now itâs Saturday. And as much as Hoseok and I like having you around so you can wake me up before we go to work, itâd be nice to throw me a bone and let me in on what youâre thinking right now.âÂ
You frown, noting Vernonâs large hand covering your laptop closed. He isnât going to remove his hand anytime soon unless you talk. âJungkookâs helping Jisoo pack up her half of the apartment this weekend and I donât want to be there,â you say, short and simple.Â
âYou miss her?âÂ
âYeah,â you admit honestly. You hate this version of yourself, unable to even look at Jisoo nowadays despite the fact youâre under the same roof for the remainder of the month. Itâs hard to believe that the roommate from six years ago finally got under your skin, cancelling out all the years of friendship because of one silly relationship, âsad she doesnât want to be my friend anymore.âÂ
âDid you talk about it?âÂ
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â you reply despondently, âif she cared at all she wouldâve to apologize again by now.â
Vernon figures, and his neutral expression doesnât change as he leads you to the couch, brushing away Hoseokâs things so you two can get comfy. You busy yourself with the remote, exiting the PS4 homepage to scroll Netflix.Â
âAnd are you trying to get over him?âÂ
âI mean, yeah,â you have been, but itâs a little hard when youâve been contentedly pining. It was easy to keep your feelings bottled up because you originally thought Jisoo and Jungkook were meant to be for each other for the past two years. Now you're still pining but ruefully bitter at Jisoo.
âItâs not fair, yâknow. She broke girl code, bros before hoes. Or is it chicks before dicks?â Vernon shakes his head at his lame attempt to get you to smile, which works anyway because Vernonâs silly and his sense of humor always gets you a little loose. âItâs your house too, you shouldnât feel like you donât belong there.âÂ
âWell I was supposed to help her move out this weekend, and Iâd prefer it if Jungkook didnât know what was going on.âÂ
âWhat?â your friend furrows his thick brows together, tucking his hands under his knees as he leans into your stubborn expression. âYouâre gonna let Jungkook go on with his life not knowing that his relationship is based on a lie. Thatâs not cool. Even if youâre into him, heâs still your friend.âÂ
Damn, when did Vernon get so good at giving advice? Truth is Vernonâs always been good at dishing advice, youâve just been privy to what you wanted to reveal to him. The first year or so being together outside of college was always about work, saving each otherâs asses to ensure you two got that promotion and aim higher and higher. Now that goal is out of the way, and what better way to reconnect over some shoddy romance straight out of a Degrassi special?Â
âI know,â you hug your knees tight to your chest, âwhen Iâm ready, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â he agrees, because heâs not a pusher, âdo you know the best way to get over someone?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThe best way to get over someone, is to get under someone," he emphasizes that point with his hands, sliding one under the other with a wiggle of his thick brows.
You slap him on the shoulder, âVern, you disgust me.âÂ
âBut it works!âÂ
âIâm not going on Tinder to find a fuckbuddy.âÂ
âYou donât have to look on Tinder or Tumble.âÂ
âBumble.âÂ
âWhatever,â and his eyes flicker to his lap, where his pale fingertips turn red as he grips the edge of a throw pillow. "If you really don't wanna find someone, I can help."Â
Is Vernon offering himself up? He is offering to fuck your brains out in the hope that you could inevitably fuck out your interest in Jungkook? Your eyes flicker over to Vernon's form on the couch, who's tucked in the couch just as you are.Â
Itâs true that you find Vernon attractive, and to some extent he definitely finds you attractive as well otherwise he wouldnât have suggested the idea. Itâs just that in college you never viewed him in that kind of light, probably because you were always so caught up in Jungkook. But tonight you canât seem to ignore the eagerness hidden in Vernonâs carmine gaze, and how shiny and touchable his chocolate locks look under the setting sun.Â
âI donât want our friendship to change,â you reply slowly, furrowing your brows. âI appreciate it, but I donât know. It sounds like a temporary fix.âÂ
âCanât knock it if you donât try it,â and out of curiosity, you donât shy away when Vernon leans over to you, squeezing himself between the couch so he can tuck you in his arms. âI want to help you, but only if you want to.âÂ
Maybe itâs the frustration you feel with Jisoo, Jungkookâs ignorance, or the fact that you havenât felt physical pleasure in such a long time, but you soften into Vernonâs hold. Heâs relaxed, nothing betraying him as he waits patiently for your answer. Youâve always admired how much he kept up his âcool as a cucumberâ demeanor. He isnât the type of guy to let life pass him by, but heâs the kind of person who walks along life, embracing the ups and downs like old friends. Heâs the ocean waves that crest along the shore, pushing and pulling along without a care in the world.Â
Heâs the textbook opposite of Jeon Jungkook, which is why you give Vernon the okay to lean in and press his lips against yours.Â
His kisses are soft, and he takes great care in making sure youâre comfortable with this new step in your relationship. It almost feels as if youâre cutting corners, and you canât help but feel a little guilty that you revel in the way Vernonâs hands trail under your too-large t-shirt.Â
The pleasure youâve ached for is there, bubbling low in the pit of your belly. Itâs hard to get you out of your mind however, because this man isnât the one you love. His kisses hold no power, only brief reprieve. Your heart doesnât palpitate and your palms donât sweat, youâre just languid.Â
Youâre greedy and selfish, but you remind yourself that itâs okay to allow yourself of these freedoms, even for a little bit. As Vernon finds your sweet spot that has you rolling your hips against his, you find that temporary fix isnât a bad start at all.Â
When you trudge back to your apartment that night after much reluctance, your face is still flushed and you think you smell a little too much like Vernonâs cologne. But the fact that still stands is that you're satiated, and you feel a tiny percent closer to moving on.Â
The television is glowing with a terrible reality TV show, angry brides upset over cake layers or whatever. Jungkook and Jisoo have fallen asleep on the couch, surrounded by half-empty boxes. Jungkook has his arm lazily over Jisoo, her petite body fitting perfectly between his chest and the crook of his neck.Â
You scoff when you spy Jisoo's bedazzled manicure digging into Jungkook's bicep, as if someone's going to take him away if she doesn't hold tight.
With stiff muscles you spare one look at Jungkook, ignoring the pang in your chest as you weave between boxes to turn the TV off. Barely an iota of your feelings have dissipated since your previous tryst with Vernon not an hour ago. Looking at Jungkook brings it all back, unfortunately. You suppose the feelings will pass with time. The soft hum of the television ceases, and youâre bathed in a room that feels dark and empty, despite the apparent life in the room.Â
Thereâs some bleary talk coming from the couch as you walk to your bedroom, and if Jungkook is sleepily mumbling your name in question, you pretend you donât hear.Â
âSo, whereâs y/n? I thought she was going to help us pack.âÂ
Itâs an innocent enough question, as Jungkook scans the corner of the living room hallway that leads to the bedrooms. You havenât come out yet. He knows that you love sleeping in on the weekends, but he hopes the smell of fresh food will coax you to the table. His pan is sizzling in protest, telling Jungkook to quit talking and flip the hashbrowns. He's fried up three, in the hopes youâd be up for some crispy potatoes. He knows how much you love potatoes, especially at 2AM when youâre craving fries and a McFlurry combo.Â
Instead Jisoo mutters, âYou toasted too much bread, you know I donât eat bread like this,â sheâs pulling slice by slice out of the toaster, until thereâs a stack of six golden toasts in the middle of the kitchen table.Â
A little part of him wishes to quell the precursor to the argument there. It would be so easy for Jungkook to say, âthe extras are for meâ because heâs trying to gain weight, and that would be that.Â
Instead he continues with his unanswered question and replies honestly, âI made extra toast for y/n, babe. She was supposed to help us pack but I havenât seen her all weekend.â But heâs pretty sure you came home last night, unless that was his imagination.Â
Jisoo pulls a carafĂŠ of apple juice out of the fridge, pouring the amber liquid into two glass cups. âAh, she said she had some last minute things to do for work. Yâknow, Big Hit always wants a big hit.âÂ
He chuckles, tilting his head as Jisoo gives him a small smile from the kitchen table. Jisoo is always good at cheesy jokes. âShe must love her job, huh.âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âHer articles are really good, too,â the air smells like butter and Italian seasoning, as he places one hash brown on Jisooâs plate, and two on his. He knows you edit in the Arts & Media section, and loves how you make it a point to include video games and modern graphics when itâs deemed appropriate. âShe did a piece on the evolution of RPG and I thought her commentary was really spot-on.âÂ
He brings breakfast over to the table, while Jisoo places two slices of toast on his plate, one buttered and one with strawberry preserves. Breakfast is a quiet, but peaceful affair. Jungkook takes note of how Jisoo takes extra long to complete her meal, her fork creating ribbons in her little blob of magenta jam. He allows himself to complete his first hashbrown and a slice of toast before asking the difficult question.Â
âAre you and y/n okay?â and he also takes note when Jisooâs ministrations on her jelly stop, as she looks up at him with her big brown eyes.Â
âWeâre fine,â she insists, âjust normal roommate issues, I promise.âÂ
âMaybe I should text y/n,â Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. âLemme help you fix this, wouldnât want you and her in a bad place when youâre about to move out.âÂ
âBaby, why are you so concerned about y/n?â Jisoo croons while his thumb hovers over your contact, his screen showing a two-year old selfie you two took during a study session early on in your friendship. He canât remember the last time you two took a picture together out of spite, one without Jisoo. Jisooâs hand pulls him away from his phone, rubbing small circles between his palm.Â
He wants to ask, why arenât you? But he sees the terseness in Jisooâs smile, as her eyes fix between the interlocked fingers. He has a feeling heâs hovering somewhere he isnât allowed to be in. Maybe it really is roommate stuff and itâs none of his business, but he feels a little insulted being left out because you and Jungkook are just as much best friends as you were in college.Â
Or are you?Â
This question plagues him throughout the day, and when Jungkook packs enough boxes for the weekend and says he needs to go home, Jisoo for once doesnât argue. Normally Jisoo would cling to him like a koala, murmur simultaneously adorable and dirty things in his ear and lead him to her bedroom to coop up for hours on end. But Jisoo says sheâs tired and needs some alone time, which is also fine.Â
He doesnât feel like going home, and instead heads straight to the gym. A couple pumps wouldnât hurt, and it would clear his head. Itâs nearly five in the evening when his body is thrumming with the afterglow of his post-workout, and he decides to take a little cool down in the mall and treat himself to a smoothie.Â
It must be kismet when he sees you coming out of the bookstore, looking a little winded but no less professional in your beige blazer set and rose gold iPad. Whenever he hung around your apartment with Jisoo and youâd come home from work, heâd make it a point to acknowledge your plethora of multicolored skirt-suits. He never needs to be professional in his place of work, and admires how much effort you put in.Â
âHey!â he jogs up to you, and he catches the way your shoulders jump at his voice. âWe missed you today.â
Your smile curls into something dry, and you twist your spine like rusty hinges to face him. In turn, his smile dims a little, wondering if heâs doing something wrong. Maybe youâre tired? He catches the line of sweat that glistens your baby hairs, and how your hair is done up but has fallen a few centimeters with some pieces falling out.Â
âJungkook,â you exhale, âlifting boxes wasnât enough of a workout?âÂ
âYou know me,â he replies stiffly, hiking his backpack higher upon his shoulder. Why does this conversation feel so awkward? âSo, finishing up work? Sucks you have to work on a Sunday.âÂ
âAh, it wasnât so bad,â you face relaxes a little as you explain your work, âit was childrenâs day at the bookstore and they were watching Disney movies. Iâm writing a piece on how I believe Ratatouille is Pixarâs magnum opus. Interviewed some kids, I wanted an expert opinion.â Â
âRatatouille is the superior film,â he declares with a firm nod, âafter all, anyone can cook.â He revels in the small smile he manages to retrieve from you, immediately understanding the inside joke. If he came out of the gym five minutes earlier, he probably wouldâve been able to catch you in the bookstore. What a shame, he wouldâve loved to see you play around with the kids.Â
At the mention of food, the mall manages to silence itself enough for him to catch the grumbling coming from your stomach. He laughs when your cheeks heat.Â
âI was on my way to get some smoothies,â he jabs a thumb in the direction of the food court, âwanna catch up and get a bite?âÂ
âOh, I donât know, I have a lot of work to edit,â disappointment pangs in his chest at your easy rejection, but he ignores it, âI kinda wanna save some money too, still not sure if Iâm staying in the apartment after Jisoo moves.âÂ
He doesnât know what compels him to take your shoulders and wheel you in the direction of the food court, much to your protest and whines. âCâmon, explain to me why Ratatouille is the magnum opusâI need to defend why The Incredibles is superior. Iâll treat you to dinner.âÂ
âWhat? I can pay for my own foodââÂ
âAnd I canât treat my best friend to a nice meal once in a while?âÂ
That has you stopping in your tracks, and Jungkook nearly barrels his chest into your head if not for the grippy soles of his Adidas Ultraboosts. He canât see your face, but his hands note how your muscles cord tightly between the cotton of your blazer.Â
He doesnât understand why youâre so tense. Was it because he called you his best friend? Well, you are? At one point he felt that way, early on in college. The position just stuck with you. And when Jisoo told him you werenât interested, he was perfectly fine with the platonic relationship. It was nice to have someone to talk media and video games to, someone not as chaotic as Jimin and someone not as deterred as Yoongi.Â
Although, maybe as of late he hasnât been so much of a friend. Itâs no oneâs fault, heâs been caught up with work and Jisooâs move, he hasnât said so much as a âhey how are youâ when youâre around. He canât blame you.Â
Suddenly his mind blanks, the mall fading away as he focuses on how small you look as your eyes dart between the parking lot and the food court. Jisoo and Jungkook have been so caught up on each other lately, that he fears youâre starting to separate yourself.
âUm, this place is good,â you tug him by the elbow and lead him to a fast food joint.Â
When he picks up both your orders and comes over to your saved table, youâre talking animatedly on the phone. Youâre laughing, looking at Jungkook as if heâs the one intruding and youâre muttering a hushed âsorryâ as you continue the tail end of the conversation.Â
âYes, Joonie. Go with section two, I know my shit. Iâm your Work Wife for a reason, Umji in PR could never compare,â youâre giggling like youâre five years younger, and Jungkook feels stuck in a timelapse.Â
He watches you go, throwing around names and terms that heâs so lost on but so desperate to understand. He knows nothing about your life other than the one thatâs tied with Jisoo, which is a damn shame. Since when did he inevitably downgrade you from âbest friendâ to âhis girlfriendâs roommate?âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you turn your phone over and push it to the side, giving Jungkook a smile as well, albeit weaker, âletâs dig in!âÂ
To his relief the dinner goes as good as it should be. You have your tray practically overflowing at the seams, all on Jungkookâs dime. It has his heart swelling with pride, he hasnât seen you eat in a long time. Thereâs fries spilling out from the corners, and two sandwiches because you couldnât decide between a chicken sandwich and a burger.Â
Food gets you amicable, and he doesnât mind when he does most of the talking. Youâre engrossed in his talk, lettuce hanging out of your mouth as youâre rapt with attention as he recalls a story that happened at work recently with Mingyu. You ask questions in all the right places and he sucks up all your attention like a happy pill, and it feels nice to be able to lead a conversation for once.Â
âJeez, Iâm getting the burger sweats,â you giggle to yourself, and his smile brightens at your positive change in attitude. Food always helps.Â
When you remove your thick high-collar blazer, thatâs when he sees it.Â
âSeeing someone?â he asks, eyes flickering curiously towards the violet bruises that bloom across your neck.Â
âWhatâoh,â you have the audacity to look embarrassed, hands clutching your neck like a shield, âno, just a hookup.âÂ
A messy hookup, too. Unless you had a thing for showing off marks, which doesnât seem to be the case. âDidnât peg you for someone who hooks up,â he says more to himself than you, but you catch him on his impulse jab.Â
Your eyes narrow and your defenses go up, âIâm trying to get over someone,â you snip back, busying your hands by crushing up your greasy sandwich wrappers.Â
âAm I allowed to state my opinion?âÂ
âSince you asked so politely, no.âÂ
He sighs, âI just donât think thatâs the best way to get over someone,â heck, Jungkook doesnât even know who exactly youâre trying to get over. He just knows that youâre far too smart and independent to let yourself resort to such matters.Â
âIt isnât, but itâs really the best option as of now,â you reply curtly.Â
And his gaze saddens as he sees you fold your blazer over your arm, indicating that your time is up. Jungkook is aware the comment he made is out of line, and it weakens him knowing that you donât even want to pick a fight with him. He canât even find it in himself to apologize properly.Â
He doesnât know if heâs more sad that youâre pining over someone unattainable or upset at himself for not knowing youâve been harboring feelings for someone. If you really think hooking up is your only option, you must be really hung about whoever youâre into as of late.Â
âIf itâs worth anything,â Jungkook adds, wanting to leave on a high note, âfuck that guy. He clearly doesnât deserve you.âÂ
A small, secret smile plays on your lips, âYeah, I like to believe that.âÂ
âIâm anxious,â Namjoonâs mantra makes the whole energy in the room wobbly, paired with the fact the two of you are squished between cardboard boxes as Jungkook aimlessly moves things around like a Tetris screen.Â
The only time you feel remotely comfortable basking in your home is when Jisoo is gone. Oh-so conveniently is the Big Hit building undergoing maintenance today, so you and Namjoon have decided to work from home in your apartment. Although you thought by now that Jisooâs boxes would be long gone and tucked away in Jungkookâs place, instead youâre living in an episode of Ed, Edd and Eddy and the cardboard is practically wall-to-wall. You also thought by now that Jungkook would have no reason to show up unannounced anymore, but apparently thatâs not the case.Â
âI have, anxiety,â Namjoon adjusts his glasses for the nth time this afternoon, brain not fixed enough to focus on the screen of his chrome MacBook, âanxiety, anxiety. I canât right now. I need my weighted blanket and a pillow.âÂ
âNamjoon, I can get both of those for you if we just send in this last spread,â you coo gently, as if placating a baby. You make brief eye contact with Jungkook from the other side of the room, his lips quirking in amusement as he stacks a box of clothes by the kitchen.Â
âDo you feel my palms? My palms, theyâre like a fucking fountain you need to feel themââ your Wusband approaches you like a zombie, leaning over you and tripping over his criss-crossed legs before he topples over you.Â
âBlegh, get off of me you sweat giant!â you cry with a good-natured laugh, although the grip of Namjoonâs palms under your shoulders are damp and slimy, âJoon, I canât get you your blanket if youâre crushing my boobs.âÂ
Namjoon finally relents, untacking himself to rest his chin on your glass coffee table. âFine.âÂ
âLook over the last column and Iâll bring your blanket, okay?âÂ
Pushing yourself off the ground, you shuffle your way out of the living room through the maze of boxes and into the hallway. It feels like your apartment is less of an apartment and more of a storage space when youâre trapped in-between two lines of boxes, and Jungkook effectively blocking you from entering your room. He was just in the living room but now heâs come from the linen closet, standing between the entrance of your room.Â
âSorry,â he pops his head out from a smaller box, one filled with designer costume jewelry.Â
âItâs fine,â you chirp, barely making eye contact as you shuffle over the boxes.Â
Your toe drags over the lid of one of the open boxes in an attempt to move diagonally. You nearly crash your face into the hardwood if not for Jungkookâs arm stretching out to catch you. In seconds he manages to catch all your weight in one hand, pulling you to him with your hip pressed against his. Your breath traps itself in your neck. Your subconscious fears that if you speak now, youâll babble about how attractive it is that heâs able to catch you as easily as grabbing a light sheet of paper.Â
âCareful,â his voice rumbles in his throat as he regards you with a wan smile.Â
Your âthanksâ is barely uttered as you slip into your room, heaving your weighted blanket and a pillow in your arms to let Namjoon borrow.Â
The burgundy quilted fabric is hunched over your shoulder, draped around your body so itâs easier for you to carry on your back. You try to eradicate the memory of Jungkookâs arms, lean and strong as he held you to him moments before.
Ugh, you thought messing around with Vernon would stop your silly pining. It seems that itâll take more than a couple rounds to satiate your curiosity. For such a kind guy, Jungkook seems like a wolf in sheepâs clothing when it comes to the bedroom.Â
You can imagine him being so kind in the beginning, coaxing you to wan and bend to his every wish and command. And then when you keen a little too hard at the attention, you bet a switch would flip and heâd grab youâ
The blanket flops around your back, and youâre sorely reminded that youâre thirsting over a taken man, yet again. Â
Jungkook makes it extremely difficult for him to be hateable. Itâs by nature that heâs just so damn likeable. Heck, heâs pretty much packed seventy percent of the things Jisoo should be packing right now.Â
Making sure not to trip again, on your feelings and your blanket, you successfully reach a tired Namjoon. You tuck your koala-shaped pillow under your co-editorâs arms, and drape the heavy blanket over him like a cape. Heâs giving you a thumbs up and a toothless smile, the previous meltdown overcome as he focuses on finishing the last of todayâs work. Heâs slipped on some noise-cancelling earphones, presumably filled with generic coffee-house music or rain playlists.Â
Wordlessly you go to your nook to prepare some tea. Itâs getting late and a warm cup would distract you from the impending deadline. Despite the fact that you and Namjoon are 99% of the way done, his previous freak-out has you on live-wire and you could use a little caffeine.Â
Placing three mugs on the counter you call, âJungkook, tea?âÂ
âYes please,â you stiffen when you feel Jungkook magically appear right behind you, his head peering over your shoulder, âwith milk and honey.âÂ
Deciding to give Jungkook the beehive-shaped mug because itâs very on-brand for him, you begin to steep the leaves in your kettle while he spoons the honey.Â
âSo,â his words are slow as the drip of honey, the amber goo taking its time to descend into his mug as it falls from the dipper. âIs that the guy youâre trying to get over?âÂ
Jungkook lifts his brows towards Namjoon, who is softcore jamming to his white noise playlist. Itâs cute as to how curious Jungkook is about Namjoon. While you try to keep your work life separate, there really isnât much backstory to your personal life to warrant that kind of divide.Â
âNamjoon,â you state aloud, watching Namjoon sing badly to himself, âwhy, are you gonna beat him up for me?âÂ
âI can take him,â you can practically hear Jungkookâs chest pop out.Â
With a roll of your eyes, you reach to kill the heat off the tea kettle, âNo need. He isnât the guy Iâm trying to get over.âÂ
âOh, heâs your fuck buddy then?âÂ
âShit!â being caught off guard, you grab at the handle of your kettle without a pot holder, burning your fingertips. In seconds Jungkookâs larger hand encases your own, pulling you over to the sink to soak your fingers in cool running water.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â Jungkook is chanting like a sinner at church, searching for any sign of pain in your visage, âI shouldnât have asked while youâre working with a hot stove.âÂ
You suppress a sigh, relaxing your fingers as Jungkook soothes the burn with his gentle hold, âShouldnât have asked in the first place,â you mumble.Â
âI know,â he replies, âguess Iâm just feeling a little left out. We donât talk like we used to. I guess Iâm getting a little too nosy for my own good, arenât I?âÂ
You donât understand whatâs going on with his incessant babbling as of late, but you chalk it up to work stress and Jisooâs move. Having no answers to his honest reply, you gently untack your red palm from his grip, assuring him that youâre fine.Â
Namjoon steps into your kitchenette, being surprisingly careful as he takes your potholder to pour himself a cup of tea. If the tea is oversteeped and bitter he doesnât say anything, only leans against the counter as he regards you two with slow sips. âYou alright?âÂ
âMâfine,â you reply stubbornly, avoiding Jungkookâs worried stare.Â
Namjoon holds out his hand, âHand.âÂ
âNoââ
âHand.âÂ
His deep voice coerces you, and you immediately slap the back of your palm onto Namjoonâs. Your partner brushes his golden hands over the tiny blister thatâs forming over your fingertips. âCanât have my Work Wife outta commission.âÂ
âYour Work Wife is fine,â you gripe back.Â
Your co-workerâs eyes flicker over to Jungkookâs for a brief second, Jungkook regarding him in curiosity as he stares at your connected palms. âI have some aloe in my bag for sunburns,â Namjoon offers helpfully, ignoring the weird glances, âIâll give it to you in a bit. Also, Iâve overcome my sudden bout of stress and Iâm ready to email our progress to Victoria. Weâre done for the day.âÂ
âAwesome, thanks Joonie,â you exhale, relaxing against the sink, âwanna go eat somewhere?âÂ
âThereâs a niche place in Itaewon if you wanna check it out?â Namjoon offers.
Jungkook interjects, âJisoo ordered pizza if you guys wanna share with us?âÂ
âPizza also sounds goodââÂ
âWe donât wanna interrupt your alone time,â you gracefully cut in, stepping in front of Namjoon despite the fact that heâs easily towering over you.Â
Jungkook snorts, âIâll have enough alone time with her when she moves in, donât worry. Besides, I ordered three pies because I wanted to try three different flavor combos. I need two additional judges.âÂ
âThanks Jungkook but,â you stifle a cry when Namjoon jabs you in the back with his thumb. Itâs pressing, digging into the small of your back as if heâs trying to telepathically tell you that youâre being rude, âbut⌠I donât know if I can eat three slices! Namjoon on the other hand, can probably eat enough to fairly judge.âÂ
âGreat,â Jungkookâs smile is blinding, causing your grin to stiffen as he looks for his phone to shoot Jisoo a quick text that theyâre having dinner for four.Â
Once Jungkookâs out of earshot, Namjoon tugs you by the sleeve, âThe hell was that?â he hisses in your ear, âyou look like youâre about to shit and piss your pants at the same time.âÂ
âI just donât feel comfortable eating with them,â you cross your arms in defiance. You think back to just a week ago where you and Jisoo reluctantly attempted to eat breakfast together one morning. You provided minimal small talk while Jisoo clinged to her phone, replying to you in non-committal clipped tones.Â
âDo I want to know?â
âNo.âÂ
âDo you want me to leave?â
âNo!â you retort, âyou got me into this mess, youâre gonna stay with me âtill the end.â
âI donât know what you want from me, woman,â Namjoon throws his arms out exasperatedly, oolong tea nearly sloshing onto his hand, âjust suck it up or I revoke your bragging rights to that snag you got on our spread next Monday.âÂ
âNot my fault you couldnât get Kim Taeyeon on the spread,â you smirk.Â
âWell I didnât so happen to stalk the Sephora she frequents for the past two weeksââÂ
âI didnât stalk her I just so happened to need a new Fenty Gloss Bomb every other dayââ
âIâm home, Jungkookie!âÂ
Your face contorts, your playful energy melting to the hardwood as your previous banter with Namjoon evaporates into thin air. Work bags in one hand and three boxes of pizza balancing in the other, Jisoo kicks off her heels somewhere across the door and places the pizza on the dining table.Â
Jungkook immediately appears by her side, and you look away and Jisoo plants a heavy kiss on his lips. She cracks open one eye as she notices you and Namjoon hanging by the kitchenette, âOh,â she mumbles at her audience, âyouâre here?âÂ
Yes, you bimbo. Iâm here in my own apartment.Â
âI guess you didnât read my text that theyâll be joining us for dinner,â Jungkook cuts in good-naturedly, âwe have way too much pizza anyway. Have a seat, guys.âÂ
Jungkook navigates the kitchen as easily as your own, and you slump in your chair while Namjoon exchanges pleasantries with Jisoo. She looks impeccable, hair in a tight chignon and a tight navy dress as she converses with your co-editor.Â
âIâm starving,â Jungkook announces, making sure to place a slice on Jisooâs plate. He shuffles through the other boxes, making brief eye contact with you when he decides to put a slice on yours as well, âyou like these toppings, right?âÂ
You regard the greasy, hearty piece of cheese and bread with a curt nod. You feel Jisooâs eyes laser on your skin, âYeah, thanks Kook.âÂ
Namjoon, Jisoo and Jungkook mostly stir up the conversation, you opting to eat as slow as possible to avoid any conversation. Itâs easy to blend back and let them take over, as Jisoo loves to talk about her fashion firm and Namjoon is a great listener.Â
Jungkook and Namjoon make it a point to direct the conversation to you from time to time, and you let the ball leave your court as soon as it lands. You prefer to keep your responses short and simple, especially when Jisoo is so eager to talk about the new silk drapes sheâs installing for Jungkookâs windows.
Your phone buzzes in your lap, and you discreetly look under the table to read the incoming text message.Â
vernie bernie: would u like to do the devilâs dance tonight
vernie bernie: or a tickle to my pickle?Â
vernie bernie: beatin ya bean?Â
You: ohmyGODÂ
vernie bernie: or yâknow, u could just come ovr and chill. Hobi made some bomb tres leches
You: call. Ill come after dinner
âAre you okay, y/n?â your head bounces up to meet Jungkookâs gaze, âyouâve barely eaten and you havenât talked much.âÂ
âOh you know, sheâs just stressed about the upcoming spread,â Namjoon steps in for you, and you send him a discrete, but grateful smile. Heâs always impeccable at reading the room, âsheâs just nervous about her interview with Kim Taeyeon, but I think you did her interview justice.âÂ
âNo way, the singer Kim Taeyeon?â Jungkook gushes, regarding you with stars in his eyes, âyour interviews are always so great, y/n. You ask really good questions. Like that one spread about Lee Yonghwaâs art gallery? Really cool.âÂ
You notice the way Jisoo presses her lips together, a thin line as if sheâs trying to seal away words that sheâll regret saying. Sheâs jealous, and you canât help the blush of pride that fills your veins as you raise a secret brow at her.Â
âRight, you got nothing to worry about,â Namjoon squeezes your shoulder encouragingly, as if youâd get his double-meaning.Â
âThanks,â you reply, pushing your plate away and standing up, âIâm actually gonna go head to Vernonâs for a bit, though. He wants to double check his work before we email Victoria.âÂ
Itâs a bald-faced lie, Namjoon sent the files to Victoria right before dinner, but he isnât going to argue.Â
âOkay,â Namjoon thanks Jungkook and Jisoo for the meal, stacking his plate atop yours, âIâll walk out with you.âÂ
âItâs only been twenty minutes, though,â you see the slight panic in Jungkookâs gaze as he watches you quickly clean up for you and Namjoon. You canât quite pin why heâs so concerned, after all he has been acting strange as of late.Â
âYeah, Iâm full,â you reply curtly, licking your lips and avoiding his gaze. You already know what he wants to say, that heâs been in your apartment all day and all heâs seen you eat is stale chips and tea, âbut we can do this again.â But hopefully not.Â
âIf youâre coming home late again,â itâs the first time Jisoo has spoken to you directly. You tilt your head to her slowly, watching the plastic smile carefully carved onto her expression. You see the contrived care and concern between her brows, âplease try to be quieter next time, the last time you came home late you woke Jungkookie up.âÂ
Snapping your gaze to Jungkook you plaster on a thick smile, âSorry JungkookââÂ
âWhat? No, itâs fine!â he furrows his brows in confusion, finally able to detect the strange tension between the two housemates, âI barely heard youââÂ
âMaybe Iâll just stay the night at Vernonâs,â your eyes trail over to the pajama set you immediately switched into when you got home today, âwouldnât want to disturb you two.âÂ
âGood,â Jisooâs tone is saccharine and clipped as she tacks on a, âhave fun.âÂ
Itâs laudable, how much Jisoo wants to make a fool out of you but you wonât have it. You revel in the perplexed expression as Jungkookâs gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, wanting to butt in but unsure of how to approach it. Not giving him the time to, you bid the couple a goodnight and make a fast getaway. Heck, you donât even take your work stuff with you.Â
Once youâre out the door, Namjoon wordlessly gives you a hug. You sigh gratefully into his embrace.Â
The next time Jungkook sees you, he reads the room before anything. You and Jisooâs apartment is scarily empty, almost clinical. Heâs tried texting you a few times after his failed-not-failed attempt at catching up at the mall and his awkward conversation concerning Namjoon, but you always reply back with vague replies and an unpromised promise of meeting up sometime soon.Â
It dulls him to think that youâve given up on him as a friend. But can you blame him? He needs to keep an appropriate distance for Jisoo, after all, she doesnât like it when he gets too close to other women unless itâs strictly professional. Usually Jisooâs jealousy inevitably works itself out and Jungkook doesnât pose any problems because he has very few girl friends, but for some reason your friendship with him specifically gets Jisoo stiff in the face. Is it because you and Jisoo are so close? Possibly.Â
But it doesnât mean you canât join the same Valorant server with him at 2AM and accidentally bomb each other, or argue over the magnum opus of each film company. Is that not enough?Â
Jisooâs working overtime, and Jungkook suggested last night that he move the boxes to the front of the door for easy pick-up when the moving truck arrives. Jisoo promises to buy Thai food in return, and with a kiss emoji she leaves him to audit fabric budgets.Â
As he glides down to Jisooâs room he notes that the pictures along the wall have disappeared, and thereâs double the amount of boxes in the hallway. It seems that youâre moving out too. To where, he doesnât know but he hopes it isnât too far.Â
He chides Jisoo remotely when he sees that her room is completely intact, and he makes moves to pack up her things.Â
Thatâs when he finds his letter. Not a love letter to Jisoo, but a love letter to you. Deep in the recesses of Jisooâs junk drawer, is a faded lavender envelope with a pressed cream colored babyâs breath taped up in plastic. The glue is yellow and old, clearly served its purpose due to the fact that the letter is already opened and the contents rumpled.Â
Hey Pretty Girlâ
He immediately stuffs the letter back in its holder, stricken at his messy handwriting from two years ago. It feels like he found a time capsule, another version of Jungkook confessing to you. He used to call you Pretty Girl, not enough for you to catch on to his feelings, but enough for you to understand that he did find you attractive. It was early on in your friendship.Â
When you first asked him to be study partners for some silly class that had nothing to do with each otherâs majors, he gaped like a guppy and pointed to himself. That day he went to class in last nightâs clothes and a nest of fluffy strands. âMe?â he felt like absolute trash, and you were probably desperate due to the fact you two were the only seniors in this class, âbut youâre a pretty girl⌠and Iâm pretty dumb when it comes to this subject.âÂ
But instead you scoffed and pulled him from his slumped figure, dragging him to the library, with a wink and a âyouâre pretty, too.â Those words have burned in his brain since then, as he wasnât used to getting such off-handed compliments, especially from intelligent girls that wanted more than one night.Â
For whatever reason you continued seeing his dumb self, even after the semester ended and together registered for one more class for spring.Â
Whenever youâd go out for ice cream you wouldnât hesitate to stuff your face and add for extra Oreos and fries, youâd assure Jungkook youâre not normally this much of a slob.Â
Jungkook would just smile and offer you a napkin and say, âYouâre still a pretty girl.âÂ
He fell for you gracefully. There was no regret, no walk of shame, no clichĂŠ late night party where you or him couldâve instigated it into the physical. It was all by feel.Â
However the two of you took your time with your relationship, languidly enjoying the hushed conversations in the library at 2AM, the late night McFlurry runs, the integration of each otherâs friends like it was natural. Ergo the lavender love letter. It was a gentle declaration, one he felt pretty confident in.Â
So color him stupid when you passed him in class with a happy wave, Jungkook dumbfounded at how well you handled his confession. You werenât oblivious, you just never read it.Â
But now he knows the declaration was for whatever reason, lost in transit. âI shouldâve known,â he whispers in the air, the letter crumpling in his grip. Composing himself, he pinches his brows. Â
Thereâs an electronic buzz and a sharp slam of the front door. Judging by the time, youâre home.Â
You flop onto your mattress, folding an arm over your head to stop the sun from seeping to your eyes. Vernonâs exhausted you, and you barely got away before he could have any say in it. You need a little space, and some time to think.Â
Just as you close the door to your bedroom, it swings open.Â
You gape as Jungkook thrusts himself into your bedroom like a deer with horns, looking pale. You follow his gaze, darkened eyes that linger a little too long on your neck again, and you narrow your eyes at him to avert. He looks a little red in the cheeks despite his pallidness, looking like he just got out of bed with messy wavy locks and his signature sweats. Is Jungkook packing for Jisoo again?Â
Acutely aware that you smell like sweat and sex, you clutch the blankets closer to your body. âUh, rude.âÂ
He looks uncharastically frantic, waving a letter in his hand, âDid you ever read this?âÂ
âRead what?â you ask, hands reaching out for the envelope.Â
âMy confession letter,â he blurts, having no shame now that all the gears are running through his head. âI wrote you a letter asking you out, because you said you wanted to collect notes like in Letters to Juliet. But I just found it in Jisooâs drawer, why would it be there?âÂ
And all the pent up frustration that never seemed to escape under Vernonâs sheets, the feelings that never seem to subside, all bubble back to the surface. Now that Jungkook knows, thereâs no hiding.Â
Youâre in shock, hands reaching for the letter despite the burn that seeps through your fingertips. Jungkookâs shoulders slump when you do indeed look like itâs your first time seeing this, as if a missing puzzle piece in your timeline has finally been revealed.
âI, I didnât think youâd write me a letter,â you take the lavender envelope, clutching the letter by your chest like itâs something precious, âthatâs so sweet,â you say to yourself. Â
It dawns on him, âWait, you knew about this? I knew something weird was going on.âÂ
âOnly recently,â you frown.Â
âAnd you didnât think to tell me?â he nearly shouts, causing you to flinch, âno wonder why you were being so weird all this time. How could you let me live the rest of my life knowing this? That my relationship is built on a lie? âÂ
âI donât know,â you suddenly feel very small in your mattress as Jungkook rounds up on you, pulling your desk chair closer to your bed, âbecause you love Jisoo, of course.âÂ
âWell obviously thatâs not possible,â and while yes a two-year realtionship ending like this is going to hit him hard tonight, heâs focused on you and the fact that you failed to tell him, âsomehow Iâd find out. Why wait for me to find out on my own?âÂ
âBecause I wanted to protect you!âÂ
âProtect me,â he scoffs, crossing his arms and sneering at you. It causes you to tense up, feeling the telltale signs of tears bubbling to the surface, âyou donât even want to be friends anymore, y/n. Iâve tried to catch up to you so many times, but you keep leaving me hanging. I know Iâve been a pretty bad friend and I get it if you just feel awkward that I liked you, then thatâs a shitty reason.âÂ
âHave you ever considered that itâs too late to tell you?â you shoot back, sitting up straight, âyes, I admit I shouldâve told you earlier and Iâm sorry, but it was a lot for me to process to yâknow? Jisoo and I havenât talked properly in weeks!âÂ
âOh, so youâve stopped trying to be friends with Jisoo too, huh? Just like youâre trying to stop being friends with me.âÂ
âNo,â you pinch your brows, âshe stopped being friends with me! She doesnât care about me because she has you,â conflict burns in Jungkookâs gaze, and you only serve to fuel the fire, âsheâs tried so hard to not involve me in your relationship.âÂ
âJust tell me why youâve really kept this secret instead of saying you want to protect me like a babyââÂ
âItâs because Iâm in love with you, idiot!âÂ
You blink and back up against the wall of your bedroom, as if you canât believe that the words came out of your mouth.Â
Itâs quiet again. The sour look evaporates from Jungkookâs face as he watches you suppress your sobs on your mattress. The room seems devoid, sucked out of its color as youâve cleaned up most of your things, the only thing left being some plain grey sheets and a pillow.Â
Jungkookâs mind is absolutely reeling, playing back memories from a different point of view.Â
âWhen Jisoo told me she sabotaged our relationship so she could date you, I was so upset and didnât know what to think,â you manage to place the lavender note on your wooden desk, making sure no tears could mar it. âAnd I thought I could move on and eventually stay friends with the both of you, but the next day Jisoo put all her attention on you and completely ignored me or any attempt to salvage our friendship. She only told me to forgive herself,â youâre hugging yourself, wrapping the blankets around you like a weak embrace, âso I thought if I cut myself out of the picture and forced myself to move on like I shouldâve, everything wouldâve been okay.âÂ
âSo, you wouldâve rather kept all this pain to yourself?âÂ
âYeah,â you give him a teary smile, âbecause I wanted you to be happy.âÂ
And with an equally sad smile he murmurs, âBut Iâm not happy.âÂ
 Your face falls, and you really look at Jungkook. Heâs exhausted as well, slumped in his chair. Has he been trying to grapple along the threads of his relationships, while youâve been trying to loosen them?Â
âWhat a waste of two years,â he slumps in your chair, letting the pieces click into place, âa relationship built on fake love. I was really trying, yâknow. I thought I was going crazy.âÂ
The three of you have unknowingly been playing a futile game of Catâs Cradle, a game that no one wins.Â
Jungkook looks wistfully out the window, noting the pleasant day that fails to present itself in your tiny room. It feels simultaneously satisfying and bitter when it falls into place, your thoughts finally fitting together for the first time in months. âWe couldâve loved each other. For real,â he says, and you silently agree.Â
Youâre still crying, shaking like a leaf in autumn. Jungkookâs arms hover awkwardly over yours, his warmth palpable despite the fact that he hasnât touched you yet. With a timid smile you allow consent, and you melt like putty in his arms.Â
âKookie, âm so sorry I didnât tell you sooner,â you murmur into his shoulder, not caring if it hurts when you press your chin into his skin. âIâm sorry you had to find out this way.âÂ
Itâs been so long to have him close like this, the friend youâve always wanted but never needed. Since college youâve always imagined a life without him doing just fine, but that doesnât mean you want to live without him, roommateâs boyfriend or not.Â
âIâm sorry too,â he sighs back, âthis sucks right now, but weâll be alright.âÂ
The two of you sit in your room until it turns dark and the sky muddles into shades of twilight and egg yolk orange. Thereâs lulls in the conversation, the two of you filling in the gaps and making sense of the mumbo-jumbo thatâs been going on in your consciousness up until this point. Your insantities turn sane, and by the time Jisooâs making her way back inside with the smell of pad thai, Jungkook is ready. With a squeeze to each other and a press of your lips because you donât know what to say, you tuck yourself in and pretend to fall asleep.Â
âMessy, messy, messy,â Vernon sing-songs, knocking his heels against the wall.Â
The both of you are sitting upside-down, butts attached to the wall connecting to his mattress and your feet hanging in the air. Your mint floral organza socks pad against his Pink Floyd poster, while his yellow tube socks are heeling against some old Polaroids from college. Thereâs no prospect of sex today, not when shit just hit the fan.Â
Today you and Vernon are just two old friends and very close co-workers.Â
âTell me about it,â you bemoan, frowning at the beige wall, âthis whole weekâs just been a whole mess. Itâs like, warm tuna salad.â
âGross,â Vernon grimaces at the apt comparison, âso what happens now?âÂ
You sit up on your elbows, looking down at Vernonâs peaceful expression, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âLike, are you gonna get together with him?â
You snort, flopping back down on his bed. The blankets fluff around you and you inhale the pine scented sheets. âAfter all that? No.âÂ
âBut you still love him?âÂ
It must sound dumb to still love him after all this time. You wouldnât be surprised if Vernon thought youâre silly to still hold a place in your heart for someone who has fifteen million things on their plate now. After all the physicality and the space Vernon gave you in his home, your feelings havenât wavered.Â
Your companion doesnât bother waiting for your answer, hearing your answer somewhere in the air as he gets up and throws on his denim jacket. Rolling over your stomach you ask, âWhere are you going?âÂ
âSome friends down in printing want to meet up for drinks,â Vernon messes up his hair, making the waves part in that little coiff that makes his jawline look sharp. âI heard Yerin really wanted me to come, so.âÂ
You canât help the little middle school coo that comes from your lips, causing Vernon to giggle and throw a pillow at you. âYerinâs cute!â you declare, remembering the petite girl in overalls whoâs all about pops of yellow and violet, âyou're into her?âÂ
âNah,â Vernon holds up two hats in his hands, gesturing for you to pick one. âJust figured it was a push in the right direction.âÂ
Crawling out of his bed you stumble in your oversized t-shirt, tucking a finger under your chin as you decide between the emerald bucket hat and the red Ralph Lauren baseball cap. You pull out both hats from his hands and set it down on his vanity, opting to smooth out the flyaways and ringing your fingers through his soft curls. âAnd what direction would my free-flowing friend be going today?â you ask aloud, âyou look better with your hair out,â you declare firmly, âmakes you look like a fluffy CEO.âÂ
He laughs at your silly comparison, and he gently moves your hand away from his hair when you linger a little too close to him. His gaze is solemn as he regards you with a gentle smile, âKeep your distance, Iâm tryna get over someone,â he says simply, and your arm falls limp at your sides.Â
Your heart thuds in a different direction, your mouth parting but no words coming to the surface. When was the last time you asked about Vernonâs needs, wondered if he was doing alright, making sure you two were on the same pageâ
âYouâre spiraling,â he reads you like a playbook, smoothing down your hair to press a kiss to the crown. Suddenly you feel guilty for not having sparks in your belly, shaming your conscience for not even considering his sacrifices in your self-absorption these past few weeks. âLike I said, I wanted to help you. Stop looking like a kicked puppy, itâs okay to be selfish.âÂ
With transparent tears the two of you pack up and head to your next destination. Hands ghosting between each other you make your way to the exit of Vernonâs apartment, him to meet up with his friends while you have to unpack your new apartment. With a hug you tell each other youâll see them on Monday, and as easy as that you go your separate ways.
Hey Pretty Girlâ
I kinda wanted to tell you this in person but I know how much you liked Mamma Mia and all those other movies that have grand gestures in writing so I thought hey, might as well shoot my shot on paper.Â
Not gonna tell you all the details, because you deserve to hear it in-person. But mayhaps this letter has something to do with how much I like studying with you, watching movies with you, doing absolutely nothing with you and all of that in-between.Â
Thereâs a gift card to our spot attached. Meet me at McDonalds @12 tonight, so I know itâs real đ
Hopefully yours, Jungkook
P.S. if you havenât noticed already, I sprayed a little cologne and stole Taehyungâs fancy paper from Muji. Thatâs how serious I am about you.Â
âJoon, we live in a bonsai garden. Weâre like giants in a forest.âÂ
âCan youâcan you stop spitting at them? Let them breathe, dammit.âÂ
âNot my fault theyâre so tiny! I literally have to zoom 200% just to get a good look at âem.âÂ
The two of you are huddled in what used to be Namjoonâs balcony, now a sunroom for his succulents and bonsais. Your heart feels pink and swollen with affection as you regard Namjoon with interest, absorbing every bit of information you can as he teaches you how to care for his plants. After all, youâre co-parenting now.Â
Having your Wusband co-sign as your roommate for the next year is probably the best decision you have made this year. Everyday is like a breath of fresh air. With Seokjin gone for the year to tour his restaurant franchises, his room is yours for the taking. The two of you are easy going roommates, filling the apartment with color and vigour whether it be in the form of baking sweets or watching Netflix documentaries.Â
The only drama you ever have is when you two are having a meltdown over the same work-related issue, as if you two somehow share the same brain cell. Itâs significantly less stressful, no need for unnecessary anger when you have someone as mediating as Namjoon.
After todayâs plant lesson, you two go back to the living room to finish up your work for the evening. Another perk of living together is that you can go home at normal work times and continue where you left off with the comfort of your couch and eating a whole pizza pie with no shame.Â
Namjoonâs phone pings with a new email from corporate. âWe got the new concept for next monthâs spread,â he gestures to you with a grandiose wave of his arm, âdrumroll please.âÂ
He pulls up the newsletter from corporate with a flick of his thumb. Your company put out every monthâs concept out in an Evite, like every month was a themed party. A stressful, month long work party. In seconds, the page loaded and youâre met with next monthâs title bathed in electronic glitter.Â
The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Class of Youth
The two of you say silent, absorbing the concept like a cookie to milk. Itâs a personal spread this month, a real treat for the team to show off their normal non-professional life. A spread that reveals the masters behind the ink and text. Last yearâs personal spread was about the staffâs vacation destinations, but this yearâs is much more intimate. You can imagine all the ideas that will be thrown around on Mondayâs meeting: pinning down shared ideas like Throwback Thursdays, late night munchie runs, drunk stories, and all the crazy college nostalgia that youâve been trying to avoid as of late.Â
But now itâs presented to you in a gold chalice, and while youâre sick of the past you think itâs about time to face it. Youâre excited to tackle the dark monster youâve suppressed since Jungkook and Jisooâs breakup.Â
âDid I ever tell you I was president of my universityâs Mock Trial?âÂ
âNo, I always thought youâd be president of the Comparative Literature Club or whatever. But Mock Trial is equally as nerdy.âÂ
âIâll have you know Mock Trial got me tons of action,â he winked, âmade me very convincing.âÂ
âGross,â you sneer, âso thatâs what your spread will be about? How the co-editor of the Arts & Entertainment section managed to bag with his skills from Mock Trial?âÂ
âNah, I went on a penniless journey with Jin during spring break. Six days around Malta.âÂ
âThat does sound so you,â you sigh, fingers slipping between the cracked screen as you mull over the overly happy Evite, âsounds like a cool story.âÂ
âI know that look,â Namjoon quips, snatching his phone under his nose, âdonât overthink your spread just yet, itâs still the weekend. Now to more important things, what do you want from Taco Bell?â
And because you canât refuse the combined efforts of nachos and Namjoonâs dimples, you relent for the night and tack the unmade idea to the next workday.Â
Unfortunately the next workday is just as disheartening. Todayâs work meeting is the antithesis of icing on the cake. While your college life isnât anything remarkable, you didnât think it was a painfully dull time. With every passing moment and every excited co-worker throwing memories back and forth like ping pong balls, the more you felt inferior by competing with their amazing memories.Â
âWho can even afford Aruba at twenty-one,â you mutter under your breath, stalking back to your cubicle.Â
Filling up a whole spread is daunting to you, the thought of Victoria popping her head in your cubicle to ask what youâve got for the day is practically eating you from the inside out. Maybe your college life was in actuality, super boring? You have no crazy drug trips to tell, any vacations that gave you a life-changing perspective, or an epic love story.Â
âWhatâcha got there, partner?âÂ
The third musketeer of your editing teamâs caramel eyes peer into your cubicle, causing you to jump in your chair. Vernon wheels around, chair and all to push you into your already cramped space. His gold button up gleams in the sunlight, effectively blinding you.Â
âIf by something you mean nothing, then yeah I got nothing,â you frown, spinning around your chair. âWhat are you writing about?âÂ
A fond smile melts onto your friendâs face, and you canât help returning a smile that mirrors his own. You two have fallen back into a good place, as far as you know. Heâs still easy, simple, sweet Vernon. When you dropped some boxes off in coloring, you heard that Vernon and Yerin have recently started seeing each other.Â
âThought of the idea as soon as the Evite came out. Itâs more of a photo spread, but Iâm gonna write about my study abroad in NYU,â Vernon ticks a pencil on his forehead, âa self-identity piece talking about how I felt like, not-white around my family nâstuff. And then felt not-Asian at the same time, sâcomplicated but I think I can make it work.âÂ
âDeep,â you pat his shoulder caringly, knowing that Big Hit is a good outlet for these kinds of subjects, âalright City Slicker, since youâre so full of ideas then tell me what to write about.âÂ
Vernon sits up straight, regarding you with narrowed eyes, âArenât you gonna write about your little love triangle with Jisoo and Jungkook?â and it seems like heâs already storyboarded the idea in his head, gesturing to the air as if heâs writing down a timeline, âI can see the headline now: How to Steal a Heart,â heâs grinning, nodding fervently as you cross your arms in distaste.Â
âVern, are you suggesting that I exploit Jisoo and Jungkookâs personal lives?â while the journalism business didnât pride itself on sincerity, it did feel wrong to drag in your personal life to that extent.Â
âBabe, you donât understand. You have the perfect slice of life story. Everyoneâs writing about expensive vacations and that one time they got cross-faded and ended up in Busan,â he squeezes your hand, âbut your story, itâs relatable. Itâs romantic. Itâs angsty. It has closure. No oneâs gonna be able to relate to an impulse spending on daddyâs money to Aruba. But first loves? Unrequited romance and all that ish? Everyone can speak to that. And youâre a beautiful writer, theyâll eat up that story like honey.âÂ
âI donât know, it still doesnât feel right.âÂ
âChange up the names, twist the story,â he offers easily, knowing youâd put up a fight, âbesides, itâs not like youâre planning on talking to Jisoo or Jungkook ever again,â you open your mouth to retort, but Vernonâs phone beeps to the Star Wars theme song and heâs flying out of his chair. âShoot, gotta go help Joon upstairs. Just think about it, okay? Good luck!â and heâs kicking his chair out with a brown loafer, leaving you with breathing room in your cubicle.Â
Five seconds later Vernon is jogging back, pointing a finger at you, âAnd if you do choose to write it, you have to add that Jisoo copped your McDonalds gift card. Like, who does that shit? Couldnât she have just given it to you and say it was from her and not Jungkook? Seriously fucked up.âÂ
For the next ten or so minutes you mull. Out of all the memorable college events youâve participated in, the largest one by far is your (now defunct and debatable) friendship with Jisoo, and your (un)requited love for Jungkook. Reluctantly, you must admit Vernon has a sharp idea, busting in like a hero and offering you the most writable piece on a silver platter.Â
It doesnât feel morally right just to start writing, because ultimately you canât feel comfortable until you get the consent of Jungkook. While you donât want to touch Jisoo with a ten-meter pole, you do want to start talking to Jungkook again now that the waters have calmed.
Your life has moved gracefully up until this point, and youâd like to start being friends with him again. Decision made, you pull out your phone and make an important call.
âHey Yoongi,â you say nervously. Min Yoongi is Kim Namjoonâs equivalent, Jungkookâs Wusband and former upperclassmen in college.Â
Said man hums noncommittally on the other line, âWhaddya want, itâs been awhile.âÂ
You stifle a giggle at his apathetic attitude, knowing heâs someone who wastes no time in getting straight to the point. âI just wanna make sure Jungkookâs address is still the same? I know itâs been a couple months, but I need to send him something and I wanna make sure it gets to him ASAP becauseââ
âBecause last time something was sent, your crazy roommate intervened and Jungkook ended up in a two-year half-toxic relationship? Yeah, letâs make sure that doesnât happen again.â
âYoongi,â you say slowly, âwhere are you?âÂ
âWorking in the studio,â he tuts, âJungkook says hi, by the way.âÂ
Typical, catâs out of the bag. With a roll of our eyes you reply, âThanks for outing me, Yoongi. Talk to you later.âÂ
âAnd y/n? Jungkook says heâs waiting.âÂ
With a stupid smile slapped onto your face, you hang up the phone and pull out your stationary kit from under your desk. You pluck out a vermillion red envelope, a color so bold and begging to be seen, you know it canât possibly get lost in transit. Feeling a little bit like a high schooler as you pull out a glitter jelly pen, you get to writing.Â
Hey Pretty Boy...
Jungkook and Jisoo are no longer together, evidently.Â
Their social media runs in different directions, with Jisoo sporting absolute elegance in her work at her family-owned boutique. Her posts are full of shiny outfits and soulless gazes, betraying any pinch of emotion she may have felt over these past few months. Her profile is wiped of any personal posts, all traces of you and Jungkook evaporated from her page. You must admit that she looks good, like a real fashion mogul, but only at the surface level.Â
Conversely, Jungkook is thriving. Itâs evident. Normally he isnât the type of guy to post so frequently, his habits being often sporadic and limited to sweaty gym stories. But whenever you scroll, itâs pictures of him smiling. Big bunny teeth broken into a genuine, full-bellied laugh. Cute selfies of him and his co-workers. You notice two familiar co-workers in those posts, Irene and Seulgi, two beautiful women Jisoo always felt intimidated by whenever she ranted to you. You conclude positively that Jungkook doesnât feel tethered and can hang out with all the friends he wants, female and male alike. Jungkook looks free, and youâre happy for him.Â
Itâs another Instagram-worthy moment tonight at McDonalds, where you and Jungkook proposed to meet each other at 12AM.Â
This time, the letter makes it to its desired destination. You make sure of that because this time you hand-deliver it, slipping under his apartment door knowing he lives alone and no one would be able to access it except him.Â
Youâre parked in an obscure corner, but you can see that Jungkook is currently having a great time with his co-workers for an after work meal. Yoongi is unbothered on his phone, while Jimin and Seulgi are taking turns throwing fries into each otherâs mouth. Jungkook is squished between them, scrunching his nose cutely as he tries not to get in the fray of their fry-war.Â
Your phone pings, and you laugh at what pops up on the screen.
Yoongi: come inside, u loser.Â
You: canât ur friend group makes me nervous stop being so dang cute
You: dw iâll wait, itâs only 11:50
Instead of replying, Yoongi puts his phone down and resumes eating. In turn you pick a playlist, deciding that âsummer time high mixâ¨â¨â¨â is a theme you need to subscribe to for the rest of the weekend.Â
Busying yourself by sending some texts to Namjoon and checking some emails, you relax in your seat as you let your brain turn to sludge for the weekend. Youâre tired, eyes glazing over as you watch Yoongi elbow Jungkook harshly, forcing him to look out the foggy window.Â
Jungkookâs eyes light up like itâs Christmas Eve, but instead of Christmas lights it's your carâs lowlights. The graphic designer pays no mind to his friends as they wish him goodbye and goodluck, throwing on his jacket with a wave.Â
The night air whizzes by, Jungkookâs floppy black strands bouncing with each step as he bounds to your car. He throws your door open, bringing in the cold air as he regards you as easily as an old friend would.Â
âHi,â he chirps, placing his tattooed palms by the air vent, âcâmon, letâs order.âÂ
âYou know, you couldâve ordered inside and brought it in here.âÂ
âYeah but then it would take longer to get to you,â the cheeky grin that Jungkook throws at you is unmistakable, âcâmon, get out the car and letâs switch.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âYou look tired, you didnât come back from the office again, did you?âÂ
âI did tonight,â you say, âI just really wanted to get the soft copy of the article done andââÂ
âOut, out!â Jungkook clicks your seatbelt off and heâs coming out of the passenger side, opening your car and pulling you out by the hand, âcâmon, Iâll drive.âÂ
You shake your head, hiding your smile in your hand as you let Jungkook do what he wants. Normally youâd be insulted that anyone suggests they should drive your car but Jungkook would always drive you around, saying he loved long rides. Above all, if you could trust anyone to drive your car, Jungkook is at the top of the list.Â
Buckling in, you bite the inside of your cheek as Jungkook easily pulls out of the parking spot one-handed. His jacket is pulled up to his elbows, exposing his veins as he expertly whirls the wheel in the direction of the drive-thru. Since college heâs always looked very attractive driving. Â
Doesnât mean you have to act like youâre still in college. You tamp those feelings down, knowing that your article probably has you feeling stuck in time.Â
ââcoming along?âÂ
âWha?âÂ
âI said, howâs the spread coming along?âÂ
âItâs pretty much done, I think. Iâll send you the hard copy when itâs ready,â you tap your fingers against the dashboard, âbut are you sure youâre okay with me writing it? I know Iâm using a pseudonym and everything for you two but I still feel weirdââÂ
âItâs fine, I think itâs a good thing,â and you still squirm in your seat when he flashes you a genuine smile, âI mean, it kinda is a funny story and I think itâs good for both of us. Like closure, yâknow? Moving on andâhi, can I get two Oreo McFlurrys and a large fry? Thanks!â he pulls out his wallet to scan the total on the e-reader. âI mean, didnât it feel good writing it?â
âYeah,â you replied honestly, relaxing in your seat, âlike, college was fun and all, but when Jisoo kinda ruined all that⌠after awhile I didnât think it was ruined after all, yâknow? I still made amazing friends and ended up where I wanted to be. I want to show the readers that shit happens, and thatâs okay. And if things are really meant to be, theyâre meant to be.âÂ
The summer playlist hums in the background as Jungkook pulls up to the pick-up window. He thanks the worker and hands you the tray, and you make quick work to put the fries in the first cup holder for optimal sharing. He doesnât park at McDonalds, but instead smoothly pulls out of the restaurant into the direction of his apartment. It isnât a particularly long drive, but you figure it would be easier for Jungkook to go home first if youâre already parked at his complex.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Jungkook parks in the driveway of his apartment, taking his McFlurry from your hands.Â
âMean by what?âÂ
âIf things are really meant to be, theyâre meant to be.âÂ
âWell, weâre here now, right?âÂ
Jungkook pops his spoon in, swallowing vanilla and a silly smile through his coral pink lips, âWeâre here now,â he repeats.Â
The night air is cool and your conversation is warm. You promise Jungkook that youâll send him the final copy of your spread as soon as itâs done, and you two eagerly deviate away from the past and focus on the present.Â
You canât help the eagerness that flows between you, as if youâve never spent time apart like this and itâs only now that youâre reuniting. It must be absence that makes the heart grow fonder, because you swell with affection and you find Jungkookâs presence sweeter than any kind of ice cream.Â
Are you dating now? Maybe. You and Jungkook are going on dates, everything without the title. McFlurry runs, marathons of HGTVâs Design on a Dime, having lunch at each otherâs respective buildings with the Wusbands. Whether these dates are exclusive or not is unknown, but you figure the question will present yourself one way or another.Â
Youâre in a good place right now, potential relationship or not. After all, your priorities are simultaneously positive and in order: family, work, friends, and any potential romantic trysts are at the very bottom. You could kiss the cover of this monthâs issue (and trust, you have kissed your own copy multiple times) if it is not for the fact that this specific issue is for Jungkook.Â
So, romantic trysts and friends have a tendency to flip-flop on your priority list, but only because itâs Jungkook.Â
Unsurprisingly, thereâs no guilt knowing that youâre dating your former best friend's ex-boyfriend.Â
After a much deserved early work day, Namjoon and the crew arrange a hearty happy-hour filled with good food and enough relaxation to last the weekend. With your combined successes, your team felt like they made the best issue yet. At the heart of it, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Class of Youth became a reckoning of each otherâs young life. Despite the love and the growth that occurred from your college years up until this point, youâre glad to close that chapter and move forward.Â
You did not tell Jungkook when the issue would come out, so you think itâll be a fun surprise for him when he sees it magically show up at his apartment. Bending down you move to slip the issue under his door, one hand pushing it under while one hand braces against the frame to steady your balance.Â
Just as the shiny cover glides under the door it swings open, and you fall flat on Jungkookâs feet.Â
Being the little shit he is, he simply giggles at the blunder, looking at you with excited eyes. âIâve been waiting for you,â he says.Â
âCreepy as hell, Jeon,â you mutter under your breath, brushing the dirt off your aqua pencil skirt. Looking at him from your spot on the floor and his large height, you grimace. âYou look like a middle-aged serial killer looking outside your peephole.âÂ
âNow, we know thatâs not true.â he finally offers his hand, easily pulling you up to your feet. You follow him into his kitchen, where heâs cutting up fresh fruit. He throws your issue on the counter, gentle enough so it doesnât slide off the granite. He gestures to himself with both hands, âme, a dashingly handsome late twenty-something in Nike sweats who can bench-press two of you? Totally not a middle-aged serial killer.âÂ
âItâs in the eyes,â you chastise, âyou look crazy.âÂ
âMaybe Iâm just crazy excited to see you,â he says with a cheeky grin.Â
You try your best not to choke on your spit at the cheeseball comment, throwing a blackberry in your mouth. Savoring the burst of tart flavor that fills your mouth, you wait for Jungkook to plate the fruit before meeting him on the couch. Heâs holding a prettily arranged plate of berries, bananas, and mango with a huge dollop of whipped cream in the middle. In his other hand is Big Hitâs magazine.Â
Throwing your blazer on the couchâs arm you donât hesitate to cuddle up next to him, eagerly waiting for him to read your spread.Â
The cover gazes back at the two of you like a reflection. The entirety of the staff is posed on the cover, made to look like a class photo. Some of you are holding balloons in your respective school colors, many of you grouping up with whoever happened to go to college together. You and Vernon are wearing matching university sweaters with silly grins on your faces. In the middle of the issue is the editor-in-chief, Victoria Song holding a placard that reads: Class of Youth.Â
Jungkook spares you a glance from the corner of his eye, your head naturally tucked into his shoulder. With an exaggerated sigh, he fiddles through the glossy pages, âHmm, which one should I read first?âÂ
âOf course youâll read mine first,â you pout.Â
âAh, Namjoonâs looks really fun. Or Vernonâs? New York looks pretty cool,â he flips to a random page, âwait, Yerinâs spread is a Korean cookbook! I definitely want to make some tuna rice...â Â
âJungkook,â you whine, âread mine.âÂ
âI donât know,â he taps his finger on his lip, âI mean, I pretty much know your spread because Iâm already in it. It would be kind of redundant to read it.âÂ
âKook, youâre being mean,â you glower, rubbing your cheek against his soft sweater. Heâs just so damn comfy.Â
âIâm kidding,â he tugs at your cheek, âwhereâs the table of contents, first page?â
âIâm on page eighty-three.âÂ
You speed up the process like an impatient child, leaning over to brush the pages to the desired spread. You even dog-earred it, a habit that drives Jungkook crazy as he immediately fiddles to iron out the crease.Â
âAre you gonna read it to me too, mom?â he teases.Â
âOkay fine! Iâll be quiet, but donât take too long.âÂ
âYes maâam.âÂ
Eyes fluttering, you let Jungkook take his time to absorb your piece. A roommate by any other (rude) name: the lost letter. A cheesy, gimmicky title that Victoria insisted upon that you had no choice but relent to. The rest of the spread thankfully has a very authentic edge to it, your story laced with photos of you and Jungkook, your internship with Vernon, and most importantly, a scan of the lavender letter that got left in the past.Â
Jungkookâs not silent through his read-through, either. He laughs at all the right parts, fueling your ego as his smile grows at your favorite lines. While he doesnât directly engage in conversation, his positive energy is enough for you to make you feel like youâve done your job right. Itâs one thing to write about unknown celebrities and unnamed artists, but for people like Jungkook, the validation is personal.Â
âItâs beautiful,â Jungkook says when heâs read it thrice through, running his thumb over a picture of you. âReally organic. Really, real.â
âReally?â
âReally,â he chuckles, having run out of adverbs. âItâs funny, too. I liked your little internal monologue. I wish I knew how you felt back then.âÂ
âI wish you did, too.âÂ
Youâre quietly munching on a strawberry, looking over a polaroid Jungkook took. It was sometime in the beginning of senior year, where youâve fallen asleep on his mattress, drool drying on your mouth. Normally youâd be opposed to having such unflattering, grainy pictures amongst your writing, but it encapsulates the youth youâve tried so hard to chase away.Â
âHow do you feel?â Jungkook says, switching out the magazine for the plate of fruit, placing it on his side.Â
âFeel great, actually,â you muse, smiling to yourself. By no means are you a hero writing some grand gesture in an entertainment magazine, but you feel like youâve saved yourself. Youâve savored your youth in four thousand words, cutting out the poison and keeping the moment as sweet as it can be.Â
âIâm proud of you,â he reaches to ruffle your hair, and you donât even get mad when it tousles out of your pinned style.Â
Reveling in the attention, you simply close your eyes and feed yourself a handful of blueberries.Â
âLove that I make money, but I definitely miss college from time to time,â Jungkook stretches, jostling you out of your comfortable position. âLike I remember Taehyung and I would take turns bringing backpacks to the dining hall so we could stuff fruit in it for later.â
âYeah, but as much as I loved college I wouldnât go back,â you nod to yourself, âIâm happy where I am now.âÂ
âWhat about when we stayed up for midnight breakfast? The dining hall was filled to the brim with food. Remember when I tried to eat a whole stack of pancakes?âÂ
âJungkookâŚâÂ
âOr when our classes got cancelled and we went to Lotte World? You ate way too much funnel cake and I had to carry you to the car!âÂ
âJungkookââÂ
âAnd that one time we snuck out to the music hallâs rooftop?â words gush out of Jungkookâs mouth like a waterfall, unable to relent, âthatâs when I realized I liked you. I liked you so much, I tried to tell you that night but chokedââ
âJungkook!â and he immediately zips up, frowning. You straighten up, on your knees as you reach over to run your hands through his onyx tresses, moving the styled strands to the back of his pierced ears, âJungkook,â you repeat softly, âIâve heard all these stories, I was there for most of them. As much as I love the past⌠can we talk about something else?â you give him a small, tentative smile to show him youâre not mad, but a little uncomfortable at his reminiscing.Â
He leans into your touch, pressing your palm against the soft swell of his warm cheek. âOkay,â he agrees, resting one hand on your thigh.Â
Youâre roped in his gaze, and you have to force yourself to breathe when Jungkook moves closer to you. He hooks a leg behind his back, and another across his lap. A cool breeze kisses your inner thighs when your skirt exposes your cotton underwear. You should be embarrassed but instead youâre fixated, unable to understand what heâs trying to accomplish.Â
âThen Iâm gonna talk about the future,â Jungkook traps you between the couch, his thumb running hot circles to where your skirt has hiked up. It exposes a slip of the thigh that Jungkook has seen a million times. Heâs seen you walking around your apartment in a large shirt, ridden up to your boyshorts. Itâs different now, you feel exposed and tingly, thrumming with excitement. âI like you, obviously anticipated news and old news. I canât stop thinking about how much I want to go on dates with you, re-watch Avatar, grumble when I force you to come to the gym with me,â he bumps noses with you when you scrunch yours, âI wanna be with you. Heck, Iâve even cleared space in my spare room so youâd have closet space for all your fancy designer suits if you ever need it.â
âYou cleared space?â you manage to choke out. Visions of a shared apartment roll through your brain. Cooking meals together, having two toothbrushes side by side, and waking up to his face.Â
âOf course I did. Do you know how financially attractive you are?â he says lightheartedly, âyouâre a sexy working woman and itâs crazy to imagine youâd want to settle for me and my little apartment. But I have to try now because if I donât, itâll be too late.âÂ
âThatâs not true,â you retort, âyouâre not someone Iâd settle for. I want you, and no one else.âÂ
He chuckles, running a thumb over your cheek. âThen what are we waiting for? Your keyâs hiding under the mat.âÂ
âJungkookâŚâ on the tip of your tongue lays the words youâre going too fast but it doesnât make its way to the air.Â
âBut do you really think itâs too fast?â he reads your face clearly, âthese feelings never went anywhere. They were locked away, sure. And I loved her,â he canât even say the name, not when youâre warm and flush against him, âbut I loved our friendship more.â
âI⌠I donât know what to say,â you breathe, letting the cogs in your brain roll until sparks develop.Â
âYou donât have to say anything,â he concedes, âI just wanted to let you know. Couldâve done the letter thing all over again and let the past repeat itself. I know Namjoon wouldnât hide a love letter for two years, but if I left another damn letter heâd definitely make a copy and tease me about it.âÂ
You snort, pressing your forehead to his. Youâre practically buried in the couch now, tingly and vibrating with happiness. âAnd Iâm not going to leave you hanging. I do want to say something,â and he looks at you expectantly, licking the leftover berry juice on his lips, nearly making you miss your train of thought, âI like you too,â you say, the other L-word is also applicable, but you feel like that phrase is reserved for another time, âI want to show you off on work vacations, bring you along as my date and show them youâre my muse,â you confess, âI wanna play video games with you âtill 2AM, and eat ice cream in the comfort of our apartment instead of our cars because weâre too stubborn to admit we donât wanna go home without each other.âÂ
Jungkook absolutely preens at the affection, sending you a heart melting smile that has your stomach doing backflips.
âJungkook, I want to fall in love with you again.âÂ
Your squeal of surprise is swallowed by Jungkookâs lips, tasting of mangoes and berries as strong hands cup your backside, easily lifting you onto his lap. You plop under his strong thighs, feeling them flex against yours. The both of you are pouring in this kiss, raining with promises and hopes for a future with each other. His taste is concentrated, and you can feel the devotion practically injected in his embrace.Â
When he pulls away his lips are cherry-red and shiny, looking up at you through clear coffee eyes. âThis isnât a dream, right?â he looks at you up and down, unable to decipher fact from fiction, âbecause I distinctly remember two wet dreams that involve you looking like this.âÂ
Looking down, you heat at the disarray youâre in. Hair wild and parted in different wavelengths, tired of the dayâs efforts. Your slightly sheer dress-shirt is rumpled, the lace collar opened with two popped buttons revealing your cleavage, and your skirt is stretched so tight that itâs ruched all the way up your thighs. Sprawled across Jungkookâs lap, youâre dangerously close to something long and hard.Â
Emboldened, you clutch at Jungkookâs collar, pulling him closer.Â
âShow me what happens in your dream,â you whisper into his ear, barely brushing your clothed core against his crotch, âmaybe we can make it come true tonight.âÂ
You canât see his face, but you feel something dark and sensual overtake him. The grip on your ass tightens, a delicious pain that has you pressing your breasts against him and nipping on his ear, your tongue darting sensually through the cold silver hoops that dart through his skin.Â
Within seconds, he rips you away from his neck and demands, âOpen.âÂ
Dazed, you barely get a centimeter of your mouth open when Jungkook presses something cold and sugary against your lips. Whipped cream. You manage to take a small bite of the tart strawberry that he holds by the viridian stem, rolling the flavor between your mouth as Jungkook paints the leftover whipped cream over your lips. Once heâs satisfied he then creates a white trail that leads to your cleavage.Â
Better than any dream, his eyes drink you in like the last glass of water in a desert. Your lips are swollen and parted like a baby kitten, covered in the creamy confection. âSo pretty,â he exhales, his hot tongue licking from your cleavage to your lips, swallowing the flavor of you and strawberry juice, âsuch a pretty girl you are, and all mine.âÂ
âYours,â you submit easily, rolling your hips against his.Â
At that moment you think youâre meant to fall in love this way. You canât imagine the shy, fumbly Jungkook and your equally confused self waltzing around a relationship when you barely had your lives together. The two of you still had growing to do. The wait is certainly worth it, because as you feel his arms tighten around you, youâre sure this love will stay strong.
Itâs difficult for you to find a rhythm at first, what with Jungkookâs strength and need to be satiated, both of you are sloppy but the friction is nothing less than delicious. Your finger reaches over to swipe at the leftover cream on the plate, and you press your finger to Jungkookâs mouth, and he immediately complies. A dollop of sweet cream leaks out of his lips and your panties dampen further when you feel his tongue lick you clean, imagaining how good it would feel if it was your pussy he was licking.Â
Your mouth waters at the feeling of his dick lining up against your core, as sticky as the strawberry juice that clings to your bodies.Â
âC-can I make a confession? Iâoh, JungkookâŚâ your mind is all fuzzed up when he snaps his hips against yours, causing you to shamelessly bounce on his length.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âI⌠I like it when you use all your strength like that,â his hips slow as your words sink in, but you donât mind as it gives you time to make a long drag along the entirety of his member. âEverytime you pull me up when I trip, or you come back from a workout, I like it when you carry me around like I weigh nothing.âÂ
âDoâdo you think about it a lot?â he grunts, and you stifle a moan when he does a slow, hard drag against your wet folds. âTell the truth.âÂ
âItâs, itâs embarrassing,â you whimper, unable to think straight with the amount of stimuli youâre receiving. Â
âPlease, baby.âÂ
âYes mmâoh! I do,â you try to get the words out as quickly as you can. He stops moving, and you groan in frustration so you just lay it all out on the table. âI, I love it when you hold me in your strong arms. And, ah, uh w-henever you come back from the gym you just look so sexy fresh from the shower. Sometimes I think about how youâre too damn nice for your own good but I bet youâd be so rough in bed.âÂ
âReally?â and then heâs shoving you onto the couch, air brushing against your bare thighs as your back hits the beige throw pillows. Heâs hovering, dark eyes starting from the tip of your toes to your damp lips. âYou like it when I manhandle you? Throw you around like a little doll?âÂ
âAll that strength, and for what?â you try to keep your snappy remarks in check, but itâs hard when heâs pressing his straining dick against your thigh, weeping and needy.Â
âYouâre not gonna be joking about my strength anytime soon, baby,â emblazoned, he easily throws your leg over his shoulder, pushing your panties to the side to let your wetness leak out and onto his fingers, âare you gonna complain or be a good girl?âÂ
âYes, Iâm ahââ you wince when he inserts a finger, âIâll be good for you,âÂ
âMy good girl,â he revels in the way you melt under his touch, your previous sarcasm quickly dissolving into a puddle. You always had an inkling that Jungkook would be a sneaky fox in bed, all that muscle hidden behind a kind smile and a penchant for tea with milk and honey.Â
Jungkook slips in another finger, stretching you and preparing you for whatâs to come. Heâs scissoring you at a sensible pace that has you squirming and wanting more. To prevent you from shimmying off the couch he holds you down with his free hand, and you love the way he practically feeds you to the couch, hands dancing over your neck as he shoves you further into the furniture.Â
âYou look so gorgeous,â he says, causing you to moan and keen at his attention, âyouâre such a strong, gorgeous woman. Having you sprawled out like this, ready to do whatever I want to you is so fucking hot.âÂ
âIâmâIâm only weak for you Jungkook,â you say honestly, tears pricking when he dips another finger. The stretch burns deliciously, and your folds eagerly swallow him up until youâre filled to the brim. Your fingers or toys cannot compare to flesh, and you sigh in relief when you see his inked fingers pick up the pace once more.Â
âYouâre damn right,â Jungkook husks, and with a grain of love he murmurs in your ear, âIâm only weak for you, too.âÂ
And thatâs when he snaps, thumb rolling against your bud as he slams his other fingers against you, going at a brutal pace. You cry out, not caring whether his neighbors hear as he pulls you back and forth through pleasure and pain.Â
âT-too much, Kookie,â you mewl, your hand warbling to find his, âI, ah, âm gonna cum!âÂ
âThatâs the plan,â he only goes faster, stretching your band further and further before your desired high is reached. His hand trails up to force your chin straight, looking up at him, âlet go for me, baby. Wanna feel your pussy clench around my fingers.âÂ
In seconds, you gush. It has you in a slight panic, drunk on endorphins as you try to lift your head up but Jungkookâs hand is firmly pressing you on your shoulder as he fingers you efficiently through your high, the wet squelching sounds only increasing with your cries. His lap is drenched in your arousal, along with his chin and lips glistening with your essence.Â
He finally releases you when youâre practically shaking, his hands sticky and creamy. You moan when he shamelessly licks them within your view, making sure to wrap his tongue around his ink-stained digits.Â
âI,â your mouth is dry when you feel the dampness that hits your bottom, âIâve never, I donât remember everââÂ
Your babbles are lost between your throat and Jungkookâs tongue, shoved deep into your mouth. Tasting your arousal has you practically vibrating in your place, as you two rut against each other like hungry bunnies.Â
âGod, youâre amazing,â he says between pecks, kissing away your face of any tears you may have pricked, âAmazing, adorable, absolutely beautifulIadoreyousosoââÂ
âPleasepleaseplease,â you press your hips up, wiggling for more attention, âplease fuck me, Jungkook.âÂ
You canât help the witchy, satisfied smile when Jungkookâs eyes darken to a thick coal, âAnything for you,â he murmurs, swinging your legs between his arms as he lifts you like a feather.Â
On his lap again, you soon accept that the way you two mesh like puzzle pieces is one of your favorite positions as it gives you both equal space to ravish each other.Â
Just when your hand trails to the waistband of his boxer briefs and youâre rolling your thumb over its collected moisture, the moment is shattered when the doorbell rings. You jump in his arms, unprepared for your moment to be interrupted.Â
He groans into the crown of your hair, and you soften in his relaxed hold, âI ordered us pizza,â he nearly forgot.Â
Perking your head up to look at him you regard him innocently, as if you didnât release a waterfall on his sweats two seconds ago. âYou got us pizza?âÂ
âI knew youâd be coming over tonight,â heâs pouting into your neck, regretting ever having called the pizza guy if he knew this would happen, âVictoria posted the publish date on Twitter. I just didnât think,â he gestures vaguely to the mess on his pants, âthis would happen.â Â
âDamn, and here I thought I was being sneaky,â you chuckle, flicking his ear playfully.Â
He gives you an uncharacteristically subby whine, shamelessly upset he has to let you go so fast after heâs given you your first of many highs. Before he weakens further under your beauty, he unceremoniously shoves you off. âSorry, pretty girl,â you melt at the easy way his pet name rolls off his lips, âcan you wait in my room for a bit so I can pay the delivery guy? I donât want them to see you like this.âÂ
âBut I want to eat pizza,â you declare stubbornly, standing up to button your blouse and pull down your skirt.Â
Before you could fasten one button or pull down one centimeter, his hand darts out to snatch your wrist away from your body. It doesnât hurt much, but it causes your body to heat in more places than one. Heâs sexy like this, demanding your attention. âNo,â he rumbles definitively, âmy room. Now.âÂ
âWhy?â you throw your hands in the air, yelping when he slaps your ass. He makes sure to make it sting, cupping you fully.Â
âBecause,â he says firmly, âyou donât get to eat until I eat,â you whimper when his hand reaches to cup your sex, panties wet and cold without his warmth as he pushes you in the direction of his bedroom.Â
Oh, you canât wait for both of you to eat tonight.Â
some time later.
âOhmygod the view is beautiful!â Krystal, who works in advertisement, squeals. âNo filter needed!âÂ
âAlright alright, make room Princess,â Namjoon teases. With a bump to Krystalâs tiny hips Namjoon shoves you two across the pavilion, putting his arm around you once he finds the perfect angle, âUmji, can you get a pic of me and my Work Wife? I want this on the Big Hit Instagram!âÂ
You hold your straw sunhat down from the salty wind, smiling beautifully as Umji takes multiple pictures of you and Namjoon from her Nikon. Another successful year under your notch, ending with a successful work retreat.Â
âNamjoon, can I take a picture with my actual wife now?âÂ
âWeâre not married, Jungkook,â you chastise, patting the chest of Namjoonâs floral printed Hawaiian shirt so he can switch. Instantly, Jungkook slides up next to you like a picture perfect stock model piece, and you wrap your arms around his trim waist, âweâre not even engaged.â
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing,â he pouts, looking over the pavilion and adjusting the both of you so thereâs a good amount of you and the resort in the background. The sun may be scathingly hot, but it looks beautiful perched over the crystal clear waters. âNamjoon, you got it easy,â Jungkook says when he hands him your phone, âevery angle is our good angle, so you canât mess it up.âÂ
Being the honest man he is, Namjoon knows better and doesnât say anything to that. Instead he shoots down whatever pineapple-flavored concoction is offered to him on a silver platter, and starts shooting.Â
âIs this swimsuit new?â Jungkook murmurs into your ear between shots, flicking your little red number by the strap connecting the back, âbecause I didnât see this in the luggage.âÂ
You smile big, pearly whites as Namjoon demands to pop out your butt and work it, pressing your body closer to Jungkookâs. âTiny enough so I could hide it in my purse,â you reply proudly, voice low for only each otherâs ears, âwhy, surprised?âÂ
âDefinitely not prepared,â his fingers dig deliciously in your bare flesh, âwould Victoria fire you if she catches us doing it in the cabana?âÂ
Amused that your boyfriend now shares your combined awe and fear of your boss, you twist his nipple lightly. He yelps, and from Namjoonâs guaff heâs definitely got that on camera. âWe didnât come to Boracay to fuck in the cabana.âÂ
âThen the hotel room?âÂ
Namjoon hands you back your phone when he considers his job done, letting you and Jungkook have some alone time. You wave your phone in his face, trying to get him to focus on the task at hand. You wanted to post some cute pictures of you and your boyfriend, one to impress the family back home and the Big Hit interns back in Seoul who are absolutely pining for your position.Â
âJungkook, they have the water ski thing where you can flip in the water mid air! Doesnât that sound fun? Or we can go scuba diving, have Filipino food, or get massages. LIterally, weâre on Big Hitâs dime, and the first thing you want to do is go back to the room?âÂ
âYes,â he pouts petulantly, leaning into the hollow of your ear and whispering, âgot a chub on.âÂ
Discreetly so, your hands brush against his navy trunks and you note yes, heâs half hard. âNo!â you shake your head definitively, pushing him out of your arms. Youâre not letting sex get in the way of your hard-earned vacation, youâre on company dime and you intend to milk every peso of it. âNamjoon, take him away!âÂ
You blow him a kiss and follow another group whoâs decided to go eat, watching your boyfriend get dragged away by Namjoonâs long arms. Krystal, whoâs been mildly watching the whole ordeal in-between taking selfies, looks at you in awe, âYou got it good, bosslady,â she says, and you happily link arms with her in the direction of the restaurants.Â
You and Jungkook definitely have it good. You donât see him until dinnertime, looking utterly relaxed as he sips on a mango-muddled concoction. He mustâve gotten a couples massage with Namjoon, cute. Splitting up was definitely a good idea, by the time your meal arrives the two of you are practically leaning against each other, telling each other what events you need to do tomorrow and events you think will be fun to do together.Â
âJoon,â Jungkook is throwing an arm over your Wusbandâs shoulder, mildly tipsy. The image is adorable, as Jungkook long ago previously confessed that he felt a little jealous of Namjoonâs work relationship with you before you were dating. Now, it feels like theyâre best friends and youâre third-wheeling. âWhat do you think about having halo-halo tomorrow? Itâs like bingsu but with a bunch of other good stuffs. Thereâs red bean, mango, ube, ice creamâŚâÂ
Just as Jungkook begins his tirade of dessert ingredients, you pull up your phone to check on your social media. You smile back at your profile, seeing your latest Instagram post at the very top of the feed. Not to flex, but the two of you look pretty smokinâ since youâve been keeping up with Jungkookâs insistence to join him at the gym. Jungkook and you are leaning against the pristine veranda, overlooking the clear blue water and a cloudless sky. The smiles you two sport are genuine and utterly in love.Â
You scroll down the comments, most of them filled with sweet messages but one of them has you doing a double take.Â
@sooyaaa__: đđđ knew something was goin on behind my back⌠good riddance
The smell of Jungkookâs detergent overtakes your nostrils, and you turn to him. Heâs stopped talking, now immersed in whateverâs going on in your phone.Â
âThe nerve of her,â Jungkook scrunches his nose, disgusted at her latest comment. âAs if anyone would believe her.âÂ
âYeah,â you echo, âI feel bad for her, though. Sheâs probably lonely.âÂ
âHer loss, she put this upon herself. Not us.âÂ
You pout, âI know, but she was my friend at one point.âÂ
He frowns, putting an arm behind your backrest. It would be easy for him to say yeah, and she was my girlfriend and one-up you, leaving it at that. But now he knows better, and that friendship is a much better value than an ill-fated relationship. âSorry baby,â itâs not his fault, but he sees your disappointment in putting out hope for an old friend. He gives you a little smooch on your temple, âdo you miss her?âÂ
âThe old her, yeah,â you sigh, clicking on her profile, âbut now? I can do without her negativity.âÂ
âOkay,â he takes your phone from your hand, âhave you ever blocked a person before?â
âNo.â
âWell, todayâs the day,â he says it so coolly, you barely have time to think when he clicks the âblockâ button on Jisooâs profile, then clicking off his phone to put in his pocket. âNo more phone for today,â he proceeds to take your plate that was recently served, taking the time to cut your large vegetables into smaller portions. âLike you said, we shouldnât waste your vacation time.âÂ
Your heart swells with butterflies for Jeon Jungkook, whoâs meticulously cutting your food and telling you to relax and stop dwelling on the past. Heâs right, if Jisooâs not going to stick around for the future and continue to cause negativity in your life, why not keep the positives in the past while it lasted?Â
âYou know I love you, right?âÂ
He ceases cutting, and looks at you to pop a sweet potato in his mouth. âLove me enough to do it in the cabana?âÂ
Heâs still on that? âJungkook,â you warn, pretending to get up, âforget I said anything. Iâm gonna go karaoke with Umji.âÂ
âKiddingggg,â he whines, pulling you back down with an outstretched hand, âyou know I love you too.âÂ
âYouâre terrible.âÂ
âOnly this way because Iâd know youâd totally be into cabana sex if we were vacationing by ourselves.âÂ
âYes, but youâre still terrible,â you giggle when Jungkook steals a kiss, just as easy as heâs stolen your heart. Â
#jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#gcn23#goldenclosetnet#btsghostie#jungkook fic#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#bts fic#bts smut#a big weight is off my shoulders
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oh! its okay, i'll try to word it as close as possible to the first time.
may i please have the main group with a trans male reader who is stealth and kind of scared of how they'll react coming out to them?
(gosh i hope thats close enough, my memory is not the best,,)
thank you so much!!
thank you so so much for resending this!! Iâm so sorry it got deleted the first time around, it was early in the morning and I wasnât using my noggin when I was trying to draft it ;3;
for the kamaboko squad, I left it so it could be interpreted as romantic or platonic! for nezuko I did it more platonically, I hope that was ok! thank you for requesting and I hope these are enjoyable to read! I hope youâre well <3
ę°đ¤ęą â as itâs always been.
sfw scenarios + head-canons
⼠characters || kamado tanjirou, kamado nezuko, hashibira inosuke, agatsuma zenitsu
⼠warnings || none
⼠synopsis || the reader hesitantly comes out as trans to the kamaboko squad, nervous to what theyâll think and say; here is how they would react.
⼠kamado tanjirou:
- Tanjirou has a great sense of smell, so thereâs no hiding your anxiety/nervousness about coming out. Heâs most certainly going to ask you whatâs wrong, nothing but concerned for your state of being.
- As youâre explaining and officially coming out to him, heâs very attentive; nodding and making sure you knew he was listening.
- He knows this must be very hard and nerve-wracking for you, so he lets you finish speaking before responding himself.
- Tanjirou, being the sweetheart he is, immediately reassures you that he thinks no different of you and still loves you through and through!
- If heâs honest, heâs a bit surprised. The boy definitely wasnât expecting this, but regardless heâs very glad that youâre happy with who you are and honored that you trust him enough with this information.
- Expect lots of words of support and small actions of comfort/affection. Tanjirou immediately pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back as he tells you how proud he is of you, and how the information you told him will stay between you two (unless/until you tell the others; he knows itâs not in his place). Heâd hold both your hands to his chest as he promises you that nothing has changed between the two of you, giving you his infamous gentle smile.
- Like he promised, nothing changes between you two. Everything is as it was before, and unless you want to talk about the topic at hand, he wonât even bring it up. It just goes to show he doesnât mind what so ever and supports you all the way!
⼠kamado nezuko
- When it comes to Nezuko as a demon, she doesnât really have a true understanding of anything thatâs going on around her; she goes with her emotions and the emotions sheâs picking up around her. Of course, she can tell when thereâs danger and understand basic conversations. But other than that, all she really can understand is protect, sleep, and head pats.
- So you wouldnât outright come out to her, knowing she probably wouldnât understand regardless. It happens by accident, kind of.
- She spends her days in a dark room of the butterfly mansion as the others are healing, either sleeping or doing her own thing. Youâre probably pacing around the room, trying to plan out how to officially tell the other boys and properly come out to them.
- Nezuko notices your distress from where she was playing with a handkerchief you gave to her after one of your missions.
- âHmmmph!â
- In other words, sheâs grabbing your attention, looking lost to why youâre pacing. In a âhey! what are you doing?â kind of way.
- When you didnât notice her attempts, she huffs, hopping off the bed and making her way to you. Sheâs in her small form currently, trying to regain her energy but wanting to be awake to be in your company.
- Youâd feel her tug at your uniform, making several muffled questionable noises at your pacing. If you tried to brush her off, telling her âitâs nothingâ, sheâs calling you out on your bull and tugging you to the bed.
- Sit criss-cross and watch her crawl into your lap as a toddler would do to an older sibling (for she saw you as another big brother), grabbing your arms and making it so you were hugging her.
- This gives you no room but to explain yourself, so you did. As you come out to her and explain how youâre nervous to tell the others, sheâd.. not be the most understanding.
- Understanding as in she doesnât comprehend what youâre telling her. But she does her best to listen, feeling how important this is to you and how anxious youâre reacting.
- She cuts you off of a nervous ramble of all the bad outcomes with a head-pat to your head, closing her eyes with a small âhmhmph!â coming from under her muzzle.
- Expect a good ole Kamado hug, tiny edition. And sheâs not letting you go, not even when it was time for dinner.
- She calms you, knowing in your heart that even if sheâs not completely aware, she still loves you and hopefully the others will as well (they will of course).
- Before you have to go, she grips onto your sleeve and pulls the muzzle off her mouth, giving you a sharp toothed smile. Before you can tell her to put it back on, that you donât want anyone to see her with it off, but she gets one word out with the biggest beaming smile.
- âOniisan!â (âBig Brother!â)
- .... and pats her head. She wants head pats too. Nothingâs changed, youâre still the best head pat giver she knows.
⼠!! spoilers for chapter 204 !! bonus: after the final battle, if you were to come out to a now human Nezuko, sheâd react much like Tanjirou; just a lot more bubbly with more bright smiles. Unlike Tanjirou, sheâd be more.. âaggressivelyâ supportive. Basically, she wouldnât hesitate to throw hands at anyone who says something purposely ignorant. Itâs terrifyingly sweet; no one messes with her big brother.
⼠hashibira inosuke
- Inosuke has very sensitive skin, so heâs getting goosebumps from the anxiety your giving off. It annoys and confuses him, not understanding whatâs going on for you to be so nervous.
- âOi! Youâre making my skin prickly!! Stop that!!â
- Itâs his way of asking whatâs wrong, wanting to know how to stop it.
- Your anxiety hits an all time high as you let it out, officially coming out to him.
- ... But he doesnât know what âtransâ means, so heâs confused. He stands there, blinking under his pig mask.
- â... What? What the hell is that?â He may sound brash, but he just hates not understanding things. He wants to understand more than everyone else, after all, so donât take it personally.
- After a long bit of explaining it clearly to him, you two are sitting on the ground, Inosuke with his hands in his lap as he stares at you.
- Heâs surprisingly silent the whole way through, and not being able to see his true facial expression just makes you all the more nervous.
- If you were to nervously ask him to take his mask off, you were expecting a hard no. What you werenât expecting was for him to hesitate for only a moment before taking it off, setting it down in to his lap.
- Inosukeâs eyebrows would be furrowed, his mouth turned down as he looked at you closely. Bracing yourself, he responded.
- âSo?â
- That definitely isnât what you would be expecting.
- Now he didnât mean this in any negative connotation at all. He fully understands what it means now and what you told him - and to note heâs completely fine with it - heâs just confused to why itâs such a big deal. (If anything he respects you even more, finding you extremely strong.)
- Inosuke doesnât care how you were born or what you choose to be; at the end of the day youâre his favorite sparring partner! Plus, he has to keep you around. He wants to understand the warm fuzzies he gets in his tummy when you do nice things for him.
- âDoesnât matter what you are, I can still kick your ass!!â He says as he tackles you to the ground.
- Allâs well ends well, and much like Tanjirou, it seems nothing would change between you two.
⼠agatsuma zenitsu
- The high-pitched anxiety sound emitting from you is giving Zenitsu a headache; heâll make sure to complain about it loudly so you know.
- If you apologized for it while fidgeting, heâll soften his whining tone and ask why youâre so nervous anyways? Itâs day, so itâs not like you have demons to fear.
- You hesitate, stuttering around the topic before officially coming out, explaining that to him and why youâre so nervous.
- Zenitsu.. definitely was not expecting that. Heâd go wide-eyed, clearly shocked at the information.
- âHUH??? YOUâRE WHAT???â
- If you were to flinch at his shouts, heâd pause and look to you; watching how you curled up on yourself, scared you looked for a bad reaction.
- Instead he immediately goes to reassure you.
- âIM SORRY!! I-I didnât mean it like that!! PROMISE! I just wasnât expecting that!! I wouldnât ever have guessed!!- I MEAN-!!â Heâs talking way to fast for you to even understand, so the more you looked lost the more Zenitsu feared he messed up the trust you mustâve had for him in order to tell him that.
- Eventually heâd break down, getting on his hands and knees while bowing his head to the floor, gripping your pant leg all while begging you to forgive him.
- Youâre the one who originally needed comfort here, not him. Smh Zenitsu.
- In all seriousness, reassure him that heâs ok. He meant no harm by his reaction, he just tends to be over-dramatic with his reactions and emotions.
- Once heâs calm, heâd sniffle and be sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.
- Zenitsu gives it a few minutes before asking questions, making sure heâs understanding 100% and not getting anything wrong.
- The blonde-boy knows about how hard struggles in life can be; heâs struggled his whole life when it comes to finding a home and a place of belonging, being homeless for the first 3/4âs of the life heâs lived so far. He knows he canât compare his struggles to the things you mustâve gone through, but he can clearly and easily sympathize.
- He reassures you that he thinks no different of you, if anything he admires the way you could be so brave about it.
- Itâs a quiet moment between the two of you as Zenitsu continues his rambles (still scared he ruined whatever is between you two a moment ago), circling over the same couple topics; how he supports you, will support you through anything, that he sees you no differently and that nothing will change.
- Please place your hand over his mouth or heâll keep going all day; his anxiety rambles are said to last hours.
- This has only made you two closer, the others finding you and Zenitsu sticking/hanging around each other more and more frequently. In the end, your happy you told him.
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Heyo! So Iâve been in the sterek fandom for quite some time now and Iâve been wondering about how you would describe stilesâ personality?
Iâve never actually sat down and watched a full episode of teen wolf (and honestly Iâm not sure if I ever will considering everything Iâve heard about how they treat derek and his history but idk who knows Iâm very curious in a lot of the plot lines and character development), and a lot of the stuff I know about the show Iâve scraped from fics, gifs, and meta posts
For me personally, Stilesâ personality and characterization is so fluid and nuanced that sometimes I have trouble pinning him down (tho derek doesnât have trouble with that *wink wink*) So I would love to hear your thoughts! Sorry for the long ask, this grew legs and an ugly mug shdhdhhdjdcj anyhow have a great day :D
Well, everybody's got different perspectives and opinions on Stiles' personality, honestly. Even when you try to stick to 'canon' things, there's a lot of room for interpretation on the why when he does things, or what it says about him as a person, etc etc etc.
Personally, I see canon Stiles as kind of an asshole. I mean, I love him, and he does some incredible things, and he's clearly got an intense love for those close to him. But I do make him kinder in fics, or I at least make him regret being a dick.
In canon, we're given a Stiles who cracks 'dead baby' jokes (he's talking about human sacrifice, so the conversation was already plenty morbid. This wasn't out of the blue.) Who begs for Scott to let Jackson die (though it's made clear that this wasn't serious, and he later works to save Jackson's hide like ten times over), and who will mercilessly poke and prod at people's insecurities or painful pasts, especially when worked up. Isaac's previous abuse isn't a no-go topic. Derek having 'dated' (read: been assaulted at worst and at best, been lied to) serial killers isn't something he's going to tread lightly around. He doesn't try to soften things to save someone's feelings most of the time.
He's presented as someone who is incredibly impulsive, with his emotions, words, and actions. It's kind of implied this is because of his ADHD, but that doesn't explain how often the impulsively cruel or harsh things he says aren't retracted or apologized for, or just generally regretted. Yes, ADHD people are impulsive, and yes sometimes our mouths get away from us and we can end up saying some Fucked Up shit to people because we literally couldn't control the words coming out. But that doesn't mean we're cruel or evil or mean. We still feel bad for doing those things, and those of us who are decent people, try to fix or repair what we've messed up. I am...not a fan of how often ADHD is used as an excuse to make a character a dickhead because "he has no filter." No filter means we struggle to control our thoughts and what we say, it doesn't make us heartless.
So, when I'm writing him, I fix it. Even if he still Does something fucked up, I have him care that he did it. I have him realize what he did or said wasn't okay and respond to that knowledge in some way. Which to some people, means I'm just ignoring what a fucker he is, but imo it feels like a horrible fuckup on the creator's parts, so I'm just correcting the mistake. He's no less Stiles just bc I taught him to say sorry.
Anyway. I'm trying NOT to ramble here.
To answer your question, as best I can; Stiles is sarcastic. Stiles is passionate to a fault. His emotions are BIG, whatever they are. Good, Bad, or even apathy. Whatever feelings he has are just intense. He is very much a no gods, no kings, no masters, kind of man. There isn't really an 'authority' to him, except maybe his dad sometimes. He puts family, and those he considers family, First. But that doesn't mean he isn't selfless. Because he is. Incredibly so. Uncomfortably so.
He walks into gasoline for his friends. He puts himself in the position of losing the only parent he has left, for his classmates. He cares enough about strangers to insist a drunk girl he's spoken to for five minutes max stay hydrated and give her a bottle of water. He literally handed over his mind on a platter to a fox demon for someone he barely fucking knew, to keep her safe.
Loyal. Humorous. A fighter. Family-oriented. Clever. Passionate. Strong, physically, mentally, and emotionally. And a very good liar, in my opinion.
He doesn't lie very well in the show, not to people's faces. He'll stumble around a "I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him" or "are you asking me to tell you what I would have told you if I were going to tell you it?" but at the same time, he can repress and hide away his feelings and his pain in a way not even Derek manages.
He asked Caitlin questions about her girlfriend, and worked to solve the human sacrifices, literal minutes after finding out he'd just lost his oldest friend. He drove Lydia to the warehouse to save Jackson after having the shit beat out of him by a man who'd been learning to cause pain since he was a CHILD. And he never gives away how incredibly broken he is for more than a couple seconds. and it's a little frightening, because he convinces people in this show who are lie detectors that he's okay, when he's a fucking mess. Even Derek shows his pain.
You're right that he's nuanced, and part of that is because when you see him in meta or in fic, what you're seeing is a dozen versions of him sort of compressed into a flat image. Because he changes throughout the show, and while some of his core personality stays the same, a lot of stuff changes. So one fic might harp on his insensitivity, and callousness toward Isaac or how easily he says "just let them die" when talking about Derek or someone else. And then another will dive into how fucking far he's willing to go, travelling all the way to mexico and facing down a hunter clan a dozen times more powerful than the argents with no one but a banshee at his side, just to get Derek back. Or how he saw Malia hurting and sat with her on a couch and held her hand. One is a much earlier version of Stiles, from the start of the show, the other from his midpoint. Near the end, you're able to say that he was so torn about leaving Derek while he was dying, he had to be Begged to go save Scott. That he manipulated an ENTIRE FBI investigation in order to save and protect Derek. (im focusing on derek bc sterek, but also bc his relationship with Derek is the Biggest Arc he has in the show, and the most solid)
You're going to read about different versions of him, and I totally get how that's confusing.
We all sort of bleed ourselves into him and either bring certain canon characteristics to the forefront, or straight up add our own so he's more relatable to us.
So while I can't really help you pin down any specific Stiles, just know that there's not really a 'true' Stiles that anyone can confirm or deny. It's all just perception, so however you see him, go with it. Strengthen it. Explore it. I'm sure you'll find people who see what you do.
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could u do fake dating headcanons where they slowly fall for u w atsumu, kenma & oikawa,, gn pronounces are fine :)
haikyuu boys slowly falling for you (fake dating edition) (gn!reader)
feat: atsumu, kenma, oikawa
warnings: fake dating, abuse of cliche tropes and commas and question marks, timeskip setting because im anything but creative, swearing
requests are open!
a/n: thank you for requesting this!! i hope you like it :D
atsumu
* youâve been friends with him ever since high school and you watched his career grow
* youre both equally proud of each other n your friendship is built on mutual respect, trust and love
* you basically live in his apartment, with how much time you spend over there
* he would complain 24/7 about not having anyone to go to events with
* at one point you wanted to strangle him for never shutting up about it so you propose you go with him from time to time
* atsumu: âyeah, that was a setupâ
* he KNOWS youâre drop dead gorgeous and everyone will be jealous of him that youâre with him (and you also look very good in formalwear, which he very much enjoys)
* and you get to have free food and drinks and also wear immaculate expensive clothes
* so,, you became his regular date for sponsorship events and stuff
* and you never really outright said you were just friends?? so youâre used to the media portraying you two as lovers but your close circle is aware that your relationship is platonic
* everything was going great until one of his sponsor companyâs heir started hitting on you
* atsumu saw you flirting with the person and his mind went blank
* he,, he didnât understand why he wanted to commit multiple crimes on the spot
* bokuto conveniently showed up next to atsumu at that moment
âhey, atsumu? why is your date flirting with them?â bokuto asked, suddenly appearing next to atsumu, which startled the latter out of his thoughts.
a better question would be why atsumu saw red at the thought of you getting friendly with anyone but him that night. he tried his best to keep his composure, but it was hard when you rested a hand on the heirâs shoulder, leaning your head back while laughing.
âatsumu, are you not going to answer me? your lover is-â
âmy what?â atsumu asked, attention now completely off you.
âyour lover? is that a term you donât like? i could say partner... significant other... or anything you want, really,â bokuto answered, apologizing.
âyou- you think me and (y/n) are together?â
âarenât you? what, with the way you look at each other i was convinced you two were like... high school sweethearts or something, who hate pda,â bokuto explained, while atsumuâs eyes trailed back to you.
âyou think... you think theyâd wanâ me?â
âare you blind, buddy?â
you must have sensed their gazes, because as soon as those words left bokutoâs mouth, your eyes snapped towards atsumu and bokuto. the latter started waving with a cheerful smile while the former just stood, entranced by you and your presence. atsumu noticed traces of confusion appearing on your face, and watched as you excused yourself from the conversation you were previously interested in.
ââtsumu, are you alright?â you questioned, approaching the pair. bokuto grinned and left, which made you even more confused.
âyeah, iâm fi- fine. hey, uh, (y/n), say... do you- why did you offer to come to these events as my date?â atsumu asked, eyes dead set on yours. you cracked a confused smile. you seemed to be capable of nothing but confusion at the moment.
âbecause youâre my best friend and i hated to see you so down because of your loneliness at these gatherings,â you replied, holding his gaze. âwhy didnât you oppose it?â
his eyes studied you and when he saw nothing but sincerity, he let out a loud sigh. this was all very new and confusing to him. itâs like bokuto calling you atsumuâs lover set off a bomb inside his head that instead of causing a mess, made everything fall into place; why his gaze seemed to linger on you more often than before, why he was so eager to choose your outfits for these events, why he went to parties he didnât even have to attend, why he got so jealous and angry when he saw you with the cute heir.
âholy shit,â he breathed and ran his hands through his hair, letting out a nervous chuckle and lowering his gaze to the ground. âholy shit.â
âyou look like youâve been enlightened, and i love that for you, but âtsumu, iâm still very confused.â
âiâm in love with you,â he said in disbelief, and quickly snapped his eyes back to your face when he realized he said it out loud. âi- i mean- iâm not in love with you, no way in hell, youâre- youâre my best friend, you- you smack my head whenever i say somethinâ inappropriate, you keep me from undermininâ myself, you always lift my spirits and for fuckâs sake, please, stop lookinâ at me like that because i will be getting hopeful and if youâre just joking, i will never hear the end of it and-â
you finally hd enough of his rambling and cut him off with a kiss. at first he froze, but seconds later he melted into your embrace, hands sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer.
when your lips separated, atsumu gasping for air after his word vomit and the long kiss you shared, you spoke up. âmiya atsumu, youâre a real dumbass, you know that?â
his breath hitched and you kept quiet for a second to let him suffer a bit.
âbut youâre my dumbass. i love you, you absolute piece of work.â
atsumu honest to god giggled and leaned in for another kiss, which you gave him without hesitation.
somewhere in the room, bokuto was collecting the money sakusa promised to give him if he got you two to kiss.
kenma
* kenma and you are both twitch streamers with similar content so you knew of each other but werenât properly introduced
* until one of your mutual friends invited you both to stream among us with them
* you obv accepted
* so during the 3 hr stream, you and kenma were imposters together a lot and had the biggest, most twisted imp plays
* a friendly competition broke out at one point, too, trying to see who exposed the most impostors between the two of you
* your fans ate your dynamic up
* from then on, you two interacted more and started to appear in each othersâ streams
* kenma even invited you to his minecraft smp
* you became besties basically
* SO
* all fun and games
* and then a huge sponsorship opportunity rolled in
* and the people at the company assumed you were dating
* uh oh
* you couldnt just tell them they have it wrong bc the whole thing depended on your relationship
* so
* big brain kenma suggest you two start to âdateâ
* you were against deceiving your followers but kenma assured you you could have a public breakup and tell everyone you were better off as friends
* so you reluctantly agreed
* it was only for two months anyways, what could go wrong?
* both of you, on week 3, in separate discord calls: uh oh, im in l*ve
* you both tried to cope (read: repress everything) but the realization on both of your parts threw your dynamic off a bit and fans have noticed
* so you had to do something abt it
* so kenma suggested you try your hand at a minecraft challenge together
* it was all fun and games until it wasnt
* you somehow ended up flirting back and forth ????
* chat was goin crazy, even in sub only mode
* both of you: ha ha im in danger
* when the stream ended, you stayed on call, because that was a routine you stuck to no matter what
âso... how are you doing?â you asked kenma, trying to clear the awkwardness from the air.
âgood.â
maybe you should have taken kenmaâs refusal to talk about anything into account when initiating conversation.
kenma, on the other end of the call was anxiously playing with his fingers, trying to figure out if his chat was right, and you were indeed flirting with him. and him with you. god.
âhey, y/n,â kenma said after a while, âwere you flirting with me?â
his bluntness startled you and you had to mute yourself for a few seconds while you collected yourself.
âis there a correct answer?â you asked hesitantly.
âyes.â
âoh... uhm, maybe? it wasnât intentional. or maybe it was, subconsciously, i donât know,â you admitted quietly.
âgood. it was intentional on my part, i think,â and okay, that was not the reply you expected to hear.
âreally?â
âyeah, i- i like you i guess,â he said, sounding more confident by the minute. âdo you like me too?â
âi- yeah. i do. i like you, kenma,â you replied, sighing a breath of relief. it felt good to admit it aloud to him.
âdo you- would you maybe want to come over?â he asked sheepishly, which made absolutely no sense because he sounded so confident a second ago. âwe could play mario kart?â
you let the beaming smile you were holding back take over your face. âiâll be there in 10, kenma.â
âiâll be waiting for you.â
oikawa
* on god mans hated your guts
* like,, okay, you were iwaâs close friend but you were so annoyingly honest all the time
* it drove him mad
* what also drove him mad is the fact that you loved to tease him
* no matter what the circumstance, whether he was in japan or in argentina, you always found a way to make him blush
* okay so maybe hate is a strong word, because he kind of thought you were pretty, but in a platonic way
* dumbass
* iwa always give both of you shit for not liking each other
* so you came up with a big brain idea
* you: âoikawa! we should date!â
* oikawa: âwhatâ
* after you explained the concept of fake dating to him and its benefits (which included a staged dramatic breakup, giving you both a reason to hate each other without iwa complaining)
* he was totally down
* iwa, when he first saw you holding hands: âi knew itâ
* SO!! thus began weeks of pretending to be in love with each other for the sake of iwa
* which turned from pretending to not pretending real quick for your liking
* falling in love with oikawa was not a plan of yours
* (falling in love with you wasnât his, either)
* with iwaâs constant nagging of âi knew it, you both were head over heels for each other from the moment you metâ, the time for the breakup came quicker than expected (maybe you both had enough. so what.)
* you agreed to do it in front of iwa so he could see it happen
* you chose a mcdonalds parking lot, because then you could storm off and iwa would follow you to make sure you were ok and oikawa could go home and sleep
* maybe winging it was not the best idea
âbabe,â you said with venom, âhavenât i told you a thousand times that i do not want to hear about your exes? seriously, itâs like the only thing you talk about,â you complained, as your fake-boyfriend took a sip from his drink.
âwell, babe,â his tone matching yours, âi would shut up about them if took the hint sometimes. maybe i donât like going to the movies as much as you seem to, itâs boring,â he rolled his eyes, subtly glancing at iwa, who looked very uncomfortable third wheeling your argument. good
âjerk. i donât even want to go to the movies that much, asshole,â you spat, crushing your empty cup in your hand.
âoh, you want to go to the movies plenty. face it, (y/n), youâre boring. no wonder you didnât have a boyfriend before me,â he replied and his words, even though you knew were fake, still hit hard and you couldnât help the tears gathering in your eyes.
âokay, then, thanks for these wonderful past few weeks, so glad you decided to take pity on me.â you tried to keep acting, encouraging yourself with the fact that if oikwa meant what he said, you wouldnât have to talk to him if iwaizumi finally saw you two break up.
you expected a lot of things, but genuineness in oikawaâs eyes was not one of them.
â(y/n), iâm sorry, i didnât mean it like that,â oikawa pleaded, clearly forgetting about your mutual goal.
with a mumbled whatever, you started walking home, letting the sunset wash over your face. when you knew you were out of sight, you sat down on a bench and just started crying.
you donât know how much time passed, but you heard a voice behind you speak up.
âhey (y/n).â
âwhat the fuck do you want, oikawa? to rub in the fact that my first boyfriend was just faking it so his best friend would get off his back? leave me alone, jerk,â you said, trying to wipe your tears away.
âi- i didnât mean it like that, please, believe me,â he replied, taking a seat next to you. you scooted away from him. he sighed.
âwhy would i believe you? why do you want to make up, anyways? this fight was pretty real, no way iwaizumi didnât believe it,â you sniffed.
âbecause maybe... maybe i was very happy about the fact that i could be your boyfriend, even if it was fake. maybe iâm in love with you,â he said softly, leaning towards you.
âplease, stop playing games. itâs over,â you replied, trying very hard to ignore the raw emotion in his voice as he spoke.
âi really am, (y/n). i wasnât at first, i admit it, but now i am. i love you, please, believe me,â he begged and you finally made eye contact with him. eyes were mirrors of the soul, after all.
you studied his face for a few minutes, looking for anything that could indicate he was trying to pull a shit prank on you, but you found nothing.
âasshole. maybe iâm in love with you too, what would you do if i said that?â you asked, wiping your nose with your sleeves.
âkiss you.â
âdo it, then, i guess. but youâre still not completely forgiven.â
âwhat do i have to do to earn your forgiveness, (y/n)?â he asked and you sent him a mischievous smile.
âtake the blame for this whole fiasco with iwaizumi.â he froze at your words and visibly gulped, but nodded nonetheless.
âokay, i will. can i kiss you now?â
you rolled your eyes. âyeah.â
and he did.
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tell me more abt u and sakusa and inumaki,, im interested in those pairings specifically
hehehe oki!!!~
Me an Oomi:
He's my rock, he's the calm to my chaotic. If I get overwhelmed then he knows without having to say anything, it's like he's honed in on my emotions. I always try to be aware if he's irritated at all.
When I walk by him, I always make sure bonk his back or side. Something he's grown accustomed to.
He's not actually a germaphobe, just blunt and a completionist. That being said, he doesn't hate mess but he appreciates clean. However he always likes to see when I've gone down a rabbit hole and have left a little mess behind, he can't explain it just that it makes him smile. He's always worried when the house is spotless because that mean either I'm having anxiety or an episode where I don't want to do anything.
Sure he's blunt and it can catch many off guard, but I appreciate his honesty most of the time- he's genuine and I love him for it. I to can be a little to honest with my thoughts and I think I'm less socially aware then he is!
He keeps buying me plants like their floral arrangements(which he also gets), our apartment is full with the suckers to the point that we're going to have to get a bigger place. Between all the other gifts for me including hobby supplies, animals, and clothes that is- He loves to spoil me despite my protests.
He has the biggest sweet tooth, literally eats anything I bake gratefully. I hate that pickled fruit Umeboshi that he liked but I always make sure we have it.
"Keep those biters in your mouth angel," He saw me from the corner of his eyes patter into the bedroom. "hello to you to, whats wrong?" I sit down on the bed and watch him as he peals off his gym cloths next ton one of the dressers. I see the new bruises forming and my brow pinches with concern, "Miya's annoying, is all. Practice was intense today." I get up and walk behind him, pressing kiss on the marks on his back and massaging the muscles of his lower back which makes him groan, "I'm so sorry baby, want me to run a bath?" I ask him which pulls a chuckle from the man. "Sure, as long as you join me.
He loves it when I play with his hair, no matter where why or how. He adores the feeling of my fingers combing his soft curls and my nails scritching his clean scalp. Also he loves it when I kiss his beauty marks.
We met in a coffee shop where I was working at the time, whenever he came in he made an effort to talks to me- found out rather quickly how I liked to ramble, a feature he was quick to adore. He still can get me talking for hours it's like he knows the right buttons to get me to info dump. He loves listening to me talk.
When we started living together and getting more serious, he asked me if I wished to quit my job in order to write and do my art more- he already made well more then enough to support us both, and he knew where my heart really was. I was reluctant to accept, but I did, and he knows how grateful I am every day.
Me and Inumaki!!
Me and Toge communicate on a different wavelength, I always understand what he means- we also learned sign language together in case theres a point he can't get across to me
While I don't actually know what he does or anything about the jujutsu side of the world, I know theres a lot that I can't know and whatever Inumaki does is dangerous- It always why I kiss him a thousand time before he leaves and tells him to be safe for me.
We both are physical people and often don't even have to try and speak to get our points across. From head butts, pokes, nibbles, etc.
He always loves when we cuddle and he gets me to talk, he hangs on to every word I say. When he has to leave, he thinks about every word on repeat in order to remind himself he has to come home to me.
He likes to have me sit on the floor infront of where he sits so he can brush and do my hair.
I can always tell when he pushes himself to far, I can see the ache in his face. I always force him to lay on the couch when I get every drink and food I think he could want, painkillers, and ice cubes- I straddle him and gently give him anything in small doses. I gently soothe his mouth muslces with the cubes, running them over his lips and the sides of his mouth.
When anyone asks how we met, we always tell them it was at a grocery store and I couldn't reach something. I reality I had nearly been a victim of a cursed spirit before he saved my life, something I'm eternally greatfull for. He still ponders how I saw the spirits though...
Me, him, and Yuuta are all bestfriends- when they aren't working its a good chance we have plans to hang out and do whatever. Sure I see they have secrets from me being some supernatural slayers or whatever, but I trust them and it never gets in the way of having fun most of the time.
He was gone for a really really long time once, so long that I was sure he was gone and I was inconsolable. But when he showed up in the kitchen he held me when I cried, and pointed to a cat that sat on the counter- we named the calico bonito flakes.
ask me about my self ships
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pairing: ravenclaw!renjun x hufflepuff!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 4.7k
summary:Â in which renjun has the phattest crush but heâs too shy to say anything despite being their tutor so his friend convinces him to write anonymous love letters to get his feelings out
alternatively: renjunâs a cutie and you hate arithmancy
a/n: i wrote this two years ago so its not great and its bullet point again, also the pronouns in this are they/them i think?? this is the softest iâve ever written renjun im sorry heâs not a bad bitch in thisÂ
âGUESS WHAT,â you yelled as you walked into the hufflepuff common room knowing your friends would be there, âI FUCKING FAILED!â
cheers broke out
applause was given
you bowed
âthank you, thank you.â
âi told you not to take arithmancy,â your best friend jaeminâs voice spoke from one of the worn down couches, âwhy would you choose to do math when youâre a wizard?â
âi wanted a challenge jaemin.â
âbet you regret that type of thinking now idiot.â
âyouâre a hufflepuff, youâre supposed to be nice,â you whined walking over to him and plopping by his side on the couch
âiâm just teasing hun,â he said, placing a hand on your shoulder in comfort âhow bad did you do?â
âon the last assignment i got a dreadful.â
jaemin went to laugh but it caught in his throat when he saw how upset you looked
âi think she just gave me pity points for writing my name neatlyâ
âyou were always good at that,â jaemin nodded thoughtfully and you elbowed his side with a glare
âif only there was a calligraphy class here for youâ jaemin continued on completely ignoring your attack
âdonât act like iâm not beating you in every other classâ
âwell then donât act like i was the one stupid enough to âpredict the future with numbersâ what kind of shit? isnât that was the crystal balls are forâ
âyouâre really bad at comforting meâ you giggled at his stupid words
âthen why are you laughingâ
âiâm notâ
you were
âi guess iâll just have to tickle you to cheer you up then,â he said with a shrug, âi mean since thereâs no other wayâ
âdonât you dareâ
âdonât you fucking dare jaeminâ
but it was too late
jaemin hands went straight to your sides
you toppled backwards in laughter squirming to get out of his tickling hold
âst- stopâ you chocked out through tears and giggles
âonly if youâre feeling betterâ he said âif i see a single trace of a frown when i stop you best be preparedâ
âiâm betterâ you tried to say but it came out in a sputter with loud laughs in between
jaemin pulled away slowly and you caught your breath before sitting up
ânever do that againâ
âbut ynâ
âneverâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âyouâre smart right?â jaemin asked hand on his hip looking down at the kid sitting in front of him
âi mean i guess?â the kid awkwardly answered not completely understanding what was going on
âgood then i need you to tutor my friendâ
âumm what?â the boy raised his eyebrow and looked at jaemin completely lost
âmy friend needs help in arithmancy, like serious, serious help, and you claim to be smart, so it only makes sense that you would tutor themâ jaemin explained his nonsensical logic and the boy just agreed in shock too confused to know what else to do
âokay good, so when are you free-â jaemin thought for a second âwhatâs your name again?â
ârenjunâ
âokay so when are you free renjun?â
renjun began to ramble âi um i donât have many plans most of the time so i guess-â
âperfectâ jaemin clapped his hands together not letting renjun finish âmeet them in the library tomorrow at 7â
âi-okayâ jaemin took that as the end of the conversation giving a soft smile before turning to go find you
âwait whatâs their name?â renjun called his words coming out all at different volumes âwho am i tutoringâ
âynâ jaemin turned a little to face renjun âdo you know them?â
fuck
this could not be happening
renjun was going to die
his face was already burning thinking about it
noticing renjunâs expression jaemin just laughed
âiâll take that as a yesâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âGUESS WHOâS THE BESTEST FRIEND EVERâ
you gasped âis hyuck here?â
âwhat? no? you asshole itâs meâ
âoof donât flatter yourself that muchâ you mumbled waving him off
âi guess you donât need the tutor i got you thenâ
âOH MY GOD JAEMIN REALLY?! YOU'RE THE BESTEST FRIEND EVERâ
you jumped up and hugged him squeezing both of his arms into his sides
âi knew youâd come aroundâ he said in a cocky demeanor âhow could you not? i mean look at this faceâ
âand you ruined itâ you spoke breathily and sat back down where you were before
âwhoâs my tutor anyways?â
ârenjunâ
your whole body went stiff
âguess you know him thenâ jaemin shrugged
âfuck you jaeminâ
âhey whereâs your hufflepuff manners you should be thanking me���
you probably should have
but you werenât
because out of all the people in the school for jaemin to pick from
he chose fucking huang renjun
the ravenclaw cutie from astronomy who always lent you his ink when you ran out
the genius who always mastered the spells in minutes no matter how complex
now you were going to look stupid in front of him
you really didnât want to look stupid in front of him
anyone else would be fine
just not him
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
it was 7 and jaemin had instructed you to wait outside the library for renjun
it was really really awkward
anxiety filled your stomach and mind
7:01
he was late that was fine, only one minute, itâs whatever
7:04
he probably just got lost of the funky moving staircases
yeah
thatâs it
7:08
you shifted on you feet
uncomfortable
people were watching you get stood up
for a tutoring session
god your life couldnât be anymore of a mess
7:15
panic set in
you closed your eyes taking a deep breath before preparing yourself to leave
and probably go smack jaemin upside the head for doing this to you
that was until you were hit by the library door
you let out a loud groan
done with everything
but when you looked at who had hit you
renjun was standing there
holding his books to his chest looking discouraged
âhey?â you said a little confused that he hadnât noticed he hit you with a fucking door
âohâ his eyes grew wide when he saw you âyn you were here the whole time?â
your hand when straight to your face
you were really fucking stupid
making a fool of yourself already
didn't even check inside the library
âwere you inside?â you asked quietly knowing the answer anyways
âyeah i thought you werenât comingâ
âiâm so sorry, jaemin gives really bad instructionsâ
âyeah?â
âyeah.â
there was silence
this was awkward
âso ummâ renjun started âshould we go study?â
âthat does seem like the best ideaâ
âokayâ
you followed him into the library in awkward, awkward silence
you sat at the same table you assumed he was at before because it was littered with arithmancy books
âso what do you think you have most trouble withâ he asked looking down at a book and flipping through the pages so he could have something to do
âum- all of itâ
yay humiliation
he laughed
and you died
âwhy are you laughing? iâm seriousâ
he face instantly fell he cleared his throat looking at you shyly
âthat canât be trueâ he spoke soft trying not to offend you assuming he was already on thin ice
âoh it is hunâ
âthen i guess we have a lot of work to doâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âugh i hate arithmancy itâs literally the worstâ
âitâs my favorite subjectâ
you coughed
âi mean i love arithmancy itâs the best yayâ you said weakly adding small jazz hands at the end
âyou donât have to lieâ he laughed writing as he spoke âthe numbers just remind me of homeâ
you hummed quietly
âso youâre muggle born?â you ask glaring down at the complicated numbers in front of you
âyeahâ renjun sighed âyou donât have a problem with that right?â
you were slightly offended
okay very offended
you looked at him in angry disbelief your mouth open in the shape of an o âdo i look like a pretentious twat to you?â
âwell...â
âdonât answer thatâ
he laughed
he had a nice laugh
âhow far did you make it into the equationâ he curiously leaned over the table to look at your work
âi have the first three numbersâ you groaned spotting his already half full page
âand 2 of them are wrongâ he brought his quill over and circled the numbers
you laid your head in your hands
this sucked
you felt dumb
you didnât want to be here
âhey no yn donât give up okayâ he said softly, lightly trying to move your arms away from your face
you just let out a frustrated hum
âiâm never going to get thisâ
ânot with that attitude you wonâtâ
you moved your hands away from your face to glare at him but he only smiled
he did that purposely didnât he
fucking ravenclaws
he began to scoot his chair from the opposite side of the table to right beside you, grabbing the quill off of the paper
âhere let me help weâll figure this out together okay?â
you looked at him as he began to write with wide eyes
âokay.â
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âdid you understand todayâs assignment?â renjun asked you
you gave him a look raising an eyebrow knowing he already knew the answer
âokay no need for that sassâ he huffed âyou couldâve just said noâ
âyou donât deserve a no for a stupid question like thatâ
you began taking your books and parchment out of your bag
âiâm ready to begin this tortureâ
âhey iâm not that badâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âokay but chenle is totally into jisung did you see the way he was all over him at lunch and whenever jisung walks into the room chenleâs feet turn straight towards him and he ignores everyone else that love psych 101â you said to renjun half way through your 6th study session which had more or less deteriorated into a gossip session
âoh okay ms.sherlock holmesâ renjun had an impressed smile
âwho the fuck is sherlock holmes?â
renjun waved his hand at you
âugh wizardsâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
the more you got to know renjun the more references that you didnât understand at all came
it was to say the least frustrating
but his eyes always lit up when he spoke about muggle books or movies so you just let it slide
âtell me more about this spider-man guyâ you said one day your head resting on your hand and you gazed at him expectantly
âokay so he was like this super smart teenager but he got bit by a radioactive spider which changed-â renjun stopped mid sentence glaring at you slightly âyouâre trying to distract me arenât you?â
you raised your hands in the air defensively âwhat no-â
âoh my god you are! iâm so easy to trick how dare you,â he rambled âweâre getting back to workâ
this was met by a groan
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âthis is a bad idea jenoâ
âyou say that every timeâ
âthatâs because all of your ideas suckâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
owls flew through the dining hall dropping down in front of students around you, delivering mail
your owl was one of the last
he had always been quite slow
jaemin was riffling through a package of salt water taffy his grandparents had sent him when your owl finally arrived
he was carrying the usual newspaper and weekly letter from your parents
you thanked your owl petting his head softly
he nuzzled into your palm before flying off again
when you moved the newspaper out of the way of your food you were surprised to see another letter under it
the envelope was completely blank except for your name
you lifted it up glancing at it curiously
âwho is that from?â jaemin said chewing a pink taffy in his mouth
âi-um i donât know?â
âdo you have a secret boyfriend that you arenât telling me about?â
jaemin was an idiot
you rolled your eyes at him and began opening the envelope cautiously hoping it wasnât a prank
there was a single folded parchment inside
when you saw what it said your cheeks heated up and a small smile grew on your face
âwait, oh my god! you do have a secret boyfriend!â he exclaimed loudly getting annoyed glares from the people around you
he reached out trying to grab the paper out of your hands and read it but you pulled it out of arms reach, folding it and sticking your tongue out at him
you opened the letter under the table glancing to read it over once again
âiâm too shy to say this in person but i think youâre really cute. i hope youâre eating and sleeping well.â there was a tiny heart drawn beside that âhave a great day!!â
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âdid you start your number chart?â
âi spent all night working on itâ you told him rubbing your eyes
he gave you a disapproving look
âyn if you donât sleep then you canât concentrate and if you canât concentrate then you canât listen and if you canât listen then you failâ
âwell wasnât that an enlightening roller coaster of wordsâ
he huffed
you leaned over resting on him as you gave him an awkward side hug âyou know iâm jokingâ
he nodded
wow your heart was beating way too fast right now
âi just wanted to work on it so i could impress-â you. i wanted to impress you âthe professorâ
âi know yn but just take care of yourself okayâ he was blushing now which you thought was cute
very very cute
you pulled away from him with a large smile taking your work out of your bag to show to him
âwait this actually really goodâ he said in happy surprise âyn youâre getting betterâ
âwell yeah i have a good tutorâ
he nudged you slightly
âshut upâ renjun lightheartedly laughed
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
this time jaemin was ready
he was going to read one of the letters from your secret boyfriend
there was no stopping him
well you stopped him the last 4 times
but this time
there was no stopping him
when your owl flew towards you he quickly grabbed your mail before you could and began to open the letter tossing your newspaper at you
âHEYâ you yelled ready to jump the table to stop jaemin but it was too late
âi want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of chaotic universe with you,â jaemin read the letter out loud proceeding to scrunch his face up when he finished
âwhat the fuck was that? is that what you and your secret boyfriend talk about? science shit?â he tossed the letter to you which you grabbed quickly and smiled at the tiny stars they had drawn along the page
âi think itâs cuteâ you spoke softly, adoration in your tone
âi canât believe my best friend is a nerdâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âI DID ITâ you said loudly as soon as you saw renjun in the library only to be shushed by at least 10 students at once
âyou did! iâm so proud of youâ his voice was a lot quieter probably trying to not get everyone to hate him
you sat down in the chair beside him which he already had pulled out and placed your essay down in front of him
âi mean itâs only an acceptable but itâs good for me yâknowâ you rambled on shyly his eyes shone bright at your accomplishments
âitâs great ynâ he encouraged âwe should umâ
he looked away from you awkwardly
âhmm?â
âwe should uh go to hogsmeade this weekend to celebrate?â renjun couldnât look you in the eyes and he felt as if he was going to combust âi mean only if you want to if you donât thatâs fine too no pressureâ
âyouâre ramblingâ you giggled
âsorry i-â
âiâd love to go to hogsmeade with youâ
his shoulders relaxed and he finally looked at you  smiling with his eyes
your heart was blessed that day
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âi canât believe you have a dateâ
âshut up itâs not dateâ
âit totally isâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
it was quite cold the day you and renjun had planned to go to hogsmeade
okay really cold
and there was renjun standing outside leaning against a wall with his ravenclaw scarf pulled up just past the tip of his nose, hands in his coat pocket, shivering
you were late
and running through the halls
you yelled sorryâs as you pushed past slow moving students hoping you hadnât kept renjun waiting long
you saw him standing in the cold somehow the small boy was looking even tinier than usual
ârenjunâ you yelled out waving a hand in the air so he could see you even though you were the only one around
his head lifted up from his scarf and you noticed his smile as he stopped leaning and walked towards you
âyou havenât been waiting long have you?â
âno donât worry yn i just got hereâ
that was a lie
you could tell by the red tint on his cheek and the tip of his nose and also the occasional shiver
âliarâ you said reaching towards his cheek to place your hands on them to see how cold they were âyouâre freezing injunnieâ
you couldnât tell if he was blushing or if he had just gotten colder
âyour hands are just warmâ he protested moving your hands away from face and back in between the both of you
you both stood there for a second your hands in his until he realized what he was doing
he took a large step back
to your disappointment
âwe should-um letâs get going?â he mumbled into his scarf
which by the way was very cute
âletsâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
renjunâs hands were waving around and he explained stories from the muggle world
and it seemed as though other wizards at tables beside yours had been listening as well
âokay so then get this,â renjun said dramatically and loudly âthe sent him to england to be executed but he was abducted by pirates and brought back homeâ
the girl at the table to the right of you gasped
renjun shrunk back in his chair embarrassed realizing others were listening his hands quickly were placed down on the table
âdonât be shyâ you encouraged him placing one of your hands on his âyou get really excited when you talk and it makes people want to listenâ
âohâ he looked down at your hands and then back up at you
âwhen he got back home there was a funeral for his kind of girlfriend but like not really cause he told her he didnât love her...â
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âtoday was niceâ
âyeah it wasâ
âwe should do it again some timeâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
you opened the envelope the owl had brought you
âi hope these letters brighten your day even a little because youâre beautiful when you smile and when you donât, youâre beautiful all the time..â
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âi canât do it iâm going to failâ you whined while trying to make a particularly hard chart, beginning to scribble down the page
renjun quickly snatched your quill out of your hands and placed it down beside him
âyouâre getting better yn, youâre not going to failâ his hands moved to your shoulders as he tried to motivate you looking you straight in the eyes
âbut this is so hard injunnie,â you reaching for your quill back but he took his hands off your shoulders and moved it farther away
âyouâre not getting it back until you say something positiveâ
âi donât have anything positive to say, iâm going to fail and my parents are going to disown me and iâll have to live in a shackâ
renjun laughed at how ridiculous you sounded
he pointed to a line of work on your paper âwhat do you do after that?â
you muttered an answer lacking any confidence
âthatâs right ynâ he clapped shocking you
âwait really!?â
âyeah really see youâre going to passâ he was hyping you up and it was working
âiâm going to pass!â
âyou can do this!â
âiâm going to get an outstanding!â
âyes you are!â
âiâm going to do better than you!â
âyou see now youâre going too farâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
mail day is what you looked forward to every week filled with joy at the thought of receiving a letter from the anonymous person
as soon as it arrived you basically ripped it open startling jaemin
leaving a long tear in the letter but it was still easy to see
âyour determination is admirableâ
your heart swelled when you read the words, carefully folding it and placing it back in the envelope to make sure it didnât get hurt
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âwhat the fuck man step up your gameâ
âi thought it was good?â
âyou told her that her determination was admirable what kind of weird ass flirting is thatâ
âokay okay fine now that you say it out loud...â
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
full of anticipation for what todayâs letter would say your leg bounced up and down
your owl dropped the letters in front of you and you opened it slowly learning from your mistake last time
âare you pikachu? because youâre shockingly beautifulâ is all it said inside
what the fuck is a pikachu?
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âhey renjunâ
âyeah?â
âdo you know what a pikachu is?â
he chocked on air, coughing into his arm
âwhat? why- why um do you need to know?â
âi got a letter yesterday and it had the word but i couldnât figure out what it was so i assumed it was a muggle thing, it is a muggle thing right?â
âyeah, a pikachu is a pokĂŠmonâ
âwow very helpful thank youâ
he laughed embarrassed âi forgot you didnât know about any of that, pokĂŠmon are like tiny cartoon monstersâ
oh so they were comparing you to a monster
yay
that made you feel so great
âpikachu is an electric typeâ
âohâ you mumbled sadly
renjun automatically noticed your mood drop and quickly tried to stumble to fix it âi um- i mean heâs- um- pikachu is one of the cute ones?â
you could tell he was trying to cheer you up so you smiled at him
âthank you renjunâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
you kept the letters by your bed there were about 15 now the recent ones reading
âyou must be magical, because I've fallen under your spell.â (obviously you were magic they were magic too)
âare you the moon? because even when itâs dark you still seem to shineâ (most letters had been space related which you found really cute)
âyou must be in honeydukes, cause wow, you're really sweetâ (okay this one was nice)
the most recent one âyouâre an 11/0 because your beauty is undefinedâ would have been nice if it didnât remind you of how awful numbers were
getting letters everyday really had made your life more interesting
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âi wonder whoâs writing these, do you know whoâs writing these jaemin?â
âwhy would i know who your secret boyfriend is?â
âbecause you know everythingâ
âi know itâs such a burden sometimesâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âare you even going to tell them itâs you?â
âi think i would probably dieâ
âthereâs worse ways to goâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
with every session your grades were getting higher and the closer to owlâs it became
you sat with renjun in your usual spot in the library for one of your last tutoring sessions
this should have made you happy but it didnât
you wanted more time with renjun
but the only way you knew how to talk to him was through studying and the occasion celebratory trips whenever your grade rose
âdid you get number 7 on page 378?â
you watched his mouth move but you couldnât process what he was saying too lost in your thoughts
âyn are you even paying attention?â
âmost definitelyâ
âyou liarâ
you sighed
âiâm just going to miss you thatâs it- miss thisâ
âyeah me tooâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âare you a Snitch? because you're the finest catch here.â todayâs letter read with a tiny broom and golden snitch drawn messily in the corner
you smiled
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
âyou have to tell them manâ
âi canât itâll be so embarrassingâ
âcome on, no it wonât they like themâ
âyou have no proofâ
âi see them smile every time they open oneâ
âwell what if they donât like meâ
âlike thatâs even possible donât you guys meet up like everydayâ
âitâs not everyday and itâs for tutoringâ
âis that why iâve seen you on a dateâ
âiâve told you a million times it wasnât a dateâ
âbut you wanted it to beâ
âwell yeahâ
âthen tell them, it will work out and if it doesnât you can dye my hair pinkâ
âbut youâd look good with pink hair?â
âoh why thank youâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*
it was the day before your arithmancy owl
you were panicked
because of renjunâs help you had been receiving straight eâs
you were both immensely proud
you paced back and forth in the hufflepuff common room frantic students panicking around you
you needed a walk
you opened the door to the common room
and there was renjun looking like he was about to knock a piece of paper in his hands
âhi?â you said slightly confused but very happy to see him nonetheless
âoh yn hi i was-â he seemed very awkward in front of you his hand fidgeting slightly and his leg bouncing you assumed it was just nerves for exams âi was just coming to see youâ
âi was going for a walk do you want to join?â
he nodded
âso are you ready for your owlâs?â you asked trying to make conversation as you walked
and also clear up the tense atmosphere that renjun was creating
âi think iâll do well iâve been studying a lot recently at dinner and in between classes but iâm still worried yâknowâ
âyeah i get it, iâm worried because i could actually failâ you laughed
âhey i thought we talked about thisâ his voice was finally light and joking
it was comfortable again
âi know my goal is still to beat you and mark my words it will happenâ
âiâm sure it willâ he agreed without even a hint of sarcasm
âfinally i get the recognition for the genius i amâ
he laughed fiddling with he paper in his fingers
âwhatâs that you have?â you asked gesturing to the paper and he froze going stiff
âitâs um-â he stuttered out âits um nothingâ
you stopped in front of him clearly not buying it
âokay itâs not nothingâ he lifted up the letter as if he was making a decision and then held it out to you looking away
âjust donât hate me okay?â
this confused you
why would you ever hate him?
you cautiously took the paper from his hands giving him a curious look and opened it slowly while he looked at the ground
âare you using the confundas charm or are you just naturally mind blowing?â
no way
this couldnât be happening
you knew you were dumb but not this dumb
of course he was the one writing the letters
holy shit renjun was writing the letters
ârenjun i-â you started and he looked at you shyly preparing for rejection
âi canât believe you wasted your final note on thatâ
wait what?â his eyes widened as he took the paper back looking at it âbut jeno helped me write itâ
âdidnât you say jeno was an idiot?â
âwell yeah, i guess his other idea wouldnât work eitherâ
you quirked an eyebrow
âwhat other idea?â
he pulled a second piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you
you laughed a little as you opened this one
âwill you go out with me?â it read
your smile grew at least 100x itâs size
âi dunno this one seems like a pretty good idea to meâ
âreally?â
âreally.â
âi guess that means i donât get to try idea threeâ
you giggled âwhatâs idea three?â
âthis,â he leaned in to kiss you gently
he had meant for it to be just a peck but as soon as he moved away you tugged on his robes pulling him in again
âi think that one was my favorite ideaâ you said as your forehead rested against his
âmine too.â he breathed softly
âwas that jenoâs idea as well?â
âno that one was completely mineâ
ââ *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž* *âËシďžâ§*シďž*âËシďžâ§*シďž*Â
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maybe 3, 16, or 18 on the angst ones??? im in a mood
NOT CANON IN THE KALTON AU
itâs may when dalton breaks up with kevin.
itâs right before their practice of the year when kevin catches daltonâs call. he stops in the hall on the way to the lounge to answer it. âhey, whatâs up? iâm about to go change out, but want me to come around after?â
âum, i think, maybe, itâs better if you donât, kevin.â
and he frowns. âwhy, whatâs wrong? are you okay?â
âi just, iâm going through some things right now, and i just think itâs better if i were to do it alone.â
âoh... well, you know iâm always here. just call me later?â
âkevin...â
kevinâs heart starts beating faster. âyeah?â
âi donât just mean alone for a day.â
kevin leans back against the wall. âwhat... what do you mean?â he whispers.
âi mean alone as in, um... without a boyfriend.â
no. âdalton, whatever it is, i-iâll do better, i promise.â
dan is the only other person at the stadium yet, and stops in the doorway to the girls locker room when she hears the conversation. she doesnât want to pry, but if sheâs right, and whatâs about to happen really happens then she doesnât want to leave kevin here alone.
âiâm sorry, kevin-â
âno, hey, please-â
âi-i gotta go.â
âdalton, please!â but the line is already dead, and kevin doesnât mean to, but he drops his phone in the process of turning and pressing his forehead against the wall.
he tries holding everything in, but he can feel himself starting to panic, and when dan turns him around with a gentle âitâs okayâ he nearly crumples because itâs not okay. he doesnât know whatâs going on.
dan drives him over to daltonâs apartment, and thank god kevin has a key, but when he gets inside itâs still and quiet. and the coffee maker is gone and the closet is open and near empty. the chargers next to the bed are gone and thatâs when kevin drops to his knees and presses his hands to the floor because dalton up and left for the summer without warning.
heâs gone, and kevin canât do anything about it.Â
he lets out a sob, followed by heavy breathing and a weight so deep in his chest that he canât get up. his hands are shaking over his mouth, and his vision is blurry before he squeezes his eyes shut.
he takes a deep breath, but his exhale is a sob, and he leans forward with his arms around his stomach.
he canât breathe.
dan comes to find him a few minutes later, and when she tries putting her arms around him he sounds like heâs in pain. she pulls him upright to lean on her instead. he clings like his life depends on it, hands clenched in the back of her t-shirt.
when she gets him up enough to get him back to the suite, she makes him promise heâll be okay before making it to the stadium. sheâs a little bit late for practice, and by the time she gets onto the court neil already started. itâs supposed to be a captains practice, so she gives him credit for taking over as vice captain.
âwhereâs kevin?â
âlast minute appointment with betsy.â
neil nods. he knows better than to want to ask.
dan checks the time every ten minutes it feels. she needs this to be over.
meanwhile, kevinâs lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. a weight back in his chest and tears silently crawling from his eyes.
he just wants to feel numb.
he looks to the kitchen.
kevin drinks. he drinks so much that he throws up.
he wants to be numb, but itâs not working. which is why he drinks some more.
wymack comes by at the end of practice and calls dan over after watching everyone shuffle out. âkevin?â
she hesitates. âum, dalton broke up with him right before practice, and up and left for the summer before we could get to his place. he-he was a mess, coach, he could barely function. probably on the verge of a panic attack.â
and that peeks his attention in a different way that the first thing did, because he curses under his breath and turns. âyou left him alone? at the tower?â she nods, and he curses again. âcome on, fast, danielle!â she doesnât usually see coach running for no reason, which makes her high tail it to his car.
wymaca rambles a bit on the way there. âevery time iâve seen that kid have a meltdown without dalton to rely on it was before they were together, and it always ended with alcohol.â his fingers tapped on the wheel. âi donât fucking care if he breaks sobriety so long as heâs not dying of fucking alcohol poisoning right now. i know him. i know how much he loves that fucking kid. he can not be alone right now.â
and dan canât tell if heâs seething or worried out of his mind, or both. but either way, she hasnât seen him like this since neil went missing and kevin told them it probably wasnât an accident.
womack has keys to all of their suiteâs for emergencies, but kevinâs door is open. andrew and neil were straight on their way to columbia from practice, so heâs the only one there.
wymack bursts in, and kevinâs drunk out of his mind sitting on the floor against the cabinets. he shakes his head when he sees his father, and stands. dan doesnât think he could make it across the room if he tried.
âmâfine, mâfine!â he leans back against the counter. âsâprobably my fault, anyway.â
he reaches for a bottle of vodka on the counter, and when wymack beats him to it he tries grabbing it. âcome on.â
âno-â
âplease! dan, i-â
âno, kevin!â wymack is holding him back, a hand on his chest and the other around him to try and keep him still as he pushes against wymack.
âjust donât wanna feel!â kevin cries out. he goes limp against wymack and starts to crumble. âhurts so bad, i just- i just wanna be numb from it all.â his voice is weak, and he sinks to the ground. he covers an arm around his face. âplease just take it away.â he begs. âplease, please, help. i-i canât, i canât,â he sobs. dan drops beside him and pulls his head to her shoulder. âi love him so much,â he whispers. âi dunno what to do.â
she casts a pleading look to wymack, because all she knows to do is rub his back and try to shush him to calm down.
âhey, look at me.â wymack takes kevinâs chin, gently. dan backs off. âthis is going to suck. but youâre going to get up tomorrow, and youâre going to call him up and demand an explanation. i donât care if you have to fly to his house, dammit, youâll do it. because after your mother left there wasnât a day i didnât regret not going after her, okay? cause look what she left me, kevin.â he raises an eyebrow. âyou.â he sticks a finger to kevinâs chest.
kevin nods. âi want him so bad.â
âthen youâll go after him. whether it works out or not.â
kevin sleeps on wymackâs sofa that night.
and in the morning, heâs woken up by knocking on the door.
kevinâs head is pounding, but he already threw up everything he could last night.
he trudges to the door, but the person behind it makes him take a step back. he wants to jump forward and hug him, but it hurts him too much to actually want to go through with it.
âwhat are you doing here,â he whispers. he crosses his arms. he probably smells like alcohol and vomit.
dalton looks desperate, and he falters on what he wants to say, so kevin jumps in again. âcan i just⌠can you just tell me what i did wrong?â he bites the inside of his cheek. he knows itâll be easy getting him emotional what with just waking up. âi know iâve got baggage, but just-just tell me why. cause i just woke up and iâm all torn up and hungover, so i-i just need to know. please.â
dalton frowns. âi⌠you promised youâd stop drinking-â
âand you promised you wouldnât hurt me!â kevinâs voice cracks. âany other lies left to tell me?â and he takes a deep breath. âplease, dalton, i just need to know why youâd fucking do this to me!â he messily wipes his eye with the cuff of his sleeve.
âyou left without explanation, and-and i⌠i feel like iâm always going through something, but youâre the reason iâve come out just fine! i just wanna be that for you, but instead you thought breaking up would be the better option? how-how do you think that makes me feel? to think that my boyfriend doesnât think i can comfort him? that heâd rather be a-alone?â heâs starting to get worked up, and wipes his eyes again. he takes a deep breathe.
dalton has tears in his eyes. âiâm sorry,â he whispers. âiâm so, so, sorry. that wasnât⌠i didnât mean that. thatâs not what i think, i didnât mean to leave you thinking that. and,â he looks away for a second. âcan i just explain? from the beginning? i-i want you, i donât wanna ruin this, and i hope i havenât already.â
you havenât. i just want you.
but kevin lets him in. he doesnât sit, but he at least lets him inside and closes the door. heâs sure his father is hiding out in his office or bedroom. heâs a light sleeper, and they werenât exactly being quiet.
dalton starts. âum, my grandmother died yesterday morning, and my grandfather was admitted to the hospital almost right after, and-and my family doesnât know why,â he says. âand i was a mess, but i knew you had practice- i wouldâve gone home right away regardless, but i-i didnât wanna put all my family problems on you, cause youâve already got enough. but, i, um, i was almost to maryland and i wanted- i knew i had to turn around, cause i was a fucking asshole, but it was already late and i probably wouldâve fallen asleep at the wheel, so i stopped home to sleep for a few hours and nowâŚâ he meets kevinâs eyes again.
âi just canât lose you, and i was stupid and a dick, and you donât deserve to be treated like this. kevin please, iâm⌠iâm so sorry.â kevin notices how dalton holds back on reaching out to him. âis there any way i can fix it?â
kevin looks to the side, arms crossed. âyouâve probably dealt with so much fucked shit with me and my family,â my foxes, âfamily problems donât scare me, d. i love you so much that i sat on my knees in your apartment having a panic attack⌠i⌠i donât wanna do the whole thing where i take a few days away from you,â he says. âi can be there for you like youâve done for me, i swear, but you just, like, you have to talk to me. cause i canât do that again. so many things went through my head that i canât go through again. i-i canât be left so broken that it makes me wanna be numb enough to drink.â
this time, he lets dalton wipe a tear under his eye. he speaks quiet. âiâm humiliated by that. i never want to break my sobriety again.â
dalton nods. âiâm so sorry i broke my promise.â
âmine too.â
âno.â he shakes his head. âthatâs different. and i shouldâve talked to you, told you why i did what i did, even if it was stupid.â
kevin nods. âcan you hold me?â he whispers.
dalton doesnât waste time, and wraps his arms around kevin, who sinks into his embrace. âiâll make you a new promise. one i can keep.â dalton speaks into kevinâs hair. âi promise to communicate better and talk to you, no matter what.â
kevin slides his arms around daltonâs neck. âi promise iâll call someone if i ever get the urge to drink alone again.â and then, âiâm sorry about your grandmother.â he knows which one it is, too, because his grandmother on his motherâs side passed when dalton was a child. this one kevin met a few months back, even.
he pulls back, and cups daltonâs face. âiâm here for you, okay?â
dalton nods, and he tilts his head into kevinâs hand. âi donât think itâll hit me for a while. the funeral is in three days.â he pauses. âyou donât have to, but-â
âiâll be there with you.â
dalton cups his hand around kevinâs on his face and brings his knuckles to his lips. âiâll make all of this up to you.â kevin kisses his forehead. âi love you,â dalton whispers.
iâm now realizing i forgot to include angst #16 aka âyouâve changedâ but itâs probably better for my own sanity that i didn't bc that one just makes me think of âthey break up and run into each other months/years laterâ which i can NOT do to my boys LOL
#kevin day#bisexual kevin day#the one where someone doesnât know who kevin day is#OC: dalton miller#dalton miller#kevin day x dalton miller#exy#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#the foxes#palmetto state university#palmetto state foxes#dan wilds#andrew minyard#neil josten#david wymack#kayleigh day
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Damien sat behind his desk, his hand running through his hair as he let out a soft sigh.
Works been harder than normal, new years was coming up which meant good and bad things.
For starters; the cons, there were a lot of those, but Damien was looking forward to the Pros of things.
A small smile twitched on Damien's face, he leaned back in his office chair and crossed his arms. William was coming back any day now, and Damien was so really to see his best friend once again.
A soft knock came from the other side of the door, making Damien's head perk up and over, before he could respond the door had opened and his sister walked in, a smile on her face.
"Damien!" She shouted, happily walking over to Damien's desk and put her hands on it, "I have exciting news!"
Damien raised an eyebrow, but nodded, "please. In lighten me." Honestly if Damien was being honest, he could care less about his sister's rambles, but forced himself to sit back up properly, his hands on his face with a soft smile.
"So..." Celine started, her hands tucking behind her back, "I was thinking. Me and Mark wise... We've... We've settled things."
Damien nodded, he wasn't sure if this is good or bad, he knew Celine and Mark were going through a bumpy road, but he never though that Celine would end things. "So you ended things with him?" He asked, his ankles crossing.
"No! Actually, the opposite!" Celine exclaimed, her hands glueing together. "I dunno what changed my mind! Maybe the affair with William- but I really think me and Mark stick!" She added on, and Damiens mouth dropped.
"i- what???" He asked, quickly rising from his seat.
Celine squeaked and quickly covered her mouth. "That wasn't meant to slip out! I just-..." She paused, her hands going down, as she licked her lips, "I needed a fresh start. Forget you heard anything. See you at Marks party tonight." She took a envelop from her purse, handing it to Damien with a frown.
Damien sighed and swallowed thickly, he felt so sick. Before he could question anything, Celine was out the door.
Damien opened the envelope, it just said some stuff about Marks party, it was normal, it was new years after all.
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Damien shivered as he knocked on Marks door, it opened and he was hit with warm air.
"Damien! What a surprise!" Benjamin yelled, grabbing Damien's arm and pulling him in, "whoo! I'm a little tipsy, sorry about that sir, you shall make yourself at home. After all, this is your home y'know!"
Damien nodded, watching Benjamin disappear behind the crowed. Damien wasnt normally the drinking kind, but tonight, he was ready to let loose.
Damien huffed as he pushed passed the people, trying to get to the table, Mark wouldn't mind if he took a bottle.
Damien grabbed a bottle of wine, and started pushing passed more people, he headed up the stairs, less and less people crowed around him, and soon he made it to the balcony, but only found Mark and Celine out there.
"Oh bullsit! You can't fuck someone by mistake!" Mark yelled, and Damien tensed up, maybe this was a bad time.
"Fuck you! You're always head deep in your work!" Celine yelled back, and wiped her eyes, her attention turning to Damien, making her huff.
"Damien? How long have you been standing there?" Celine asked, her voice quieting down, but her face getting angrier.
"I-" Damien didn't get any time to answer, becuase Mark was storming up to him.
"Did you know about this??? What Celine did with William??" Mark asked, his eyes welling up with tears.
"No! no! You've got it all wrong!" Damien yelled, and Mark grabbed him and shoved him to the ground, grabbing Celine's arm and started dragging her away.
Damien hit the ground, but luckily his bottle was still fine. Damien sniffed and drank some of the bottle, he was done in ln all honestly, he just needed to get away, he didn't want to be put into this mess.
"Bully. Mark looks mad, what did ya do?" A familiar voice asked, making Damien look up and over at William.
"William!" Damien shouted, quickly getting off the ground and let the bottle drop, happily running into his arms.
William stumbled back with a laugh, making Damien cry softly, he hasn't seen William in months, but it felt like years.
"Calm down, Damien, I'm not a dead person walking around," William spoke with a smile, and Damien nodded, pulling away from the hug.
"is... Is it true you... Slept with Celine...?" Damien asked, and William immediately tensed up his shoulder shaking.
"Let's talk about this outside, shall we?" William mumbled, grabbing Damien's arm and dragged him outside.
Damien swallowed thickly, thinking he crossed a line, he shouldn't have said anything. "Im sorry- you dont have to talk about it."
William paused, letting go of Damien and let out a shaky breath. "You know... When... When... downtown there was this thing, and you could cross dress?" William asked, his eyes staring into the sky.
Damien shifted with a nod. "Yeah, a choke months ago, it was the day before you left," he shuffled up to the side of the balcony, his elbows resting against it as he stared at William.
"i went with Celine... I got.. a little drunk," William explained with a smile, and Damien laughed.
"You were all over the news, you got really drunk," Damien mumbled, and William shoved him with his elbow, making Damien stumble with a laugh.
"Anyway," William mumbled and cleared his throat, his hands glueing together tightly, "I uh... I.. slept with Celine... Becuase... Becuase I thought she was you."
The two sat in silence, Damien could swear he went deaf. "What .."
William nodded, and turned to Damien, his hands slowly reaching out and grabbed Damien's. "I... I really like you, Dames..."
Damien happily smiled, and started to cry, making William tense up and quickly start wiping away his tears.
"sorry- sorry! I knew I shouldn't have said anything!" William yelled, and Damien laughed.
"Tears of joy," Damien hummed, and stepped on his tippy toes, his hands going to Williams cheeks as he lightly pecked Williams lips, "I like ya too. Even if you slept with my sister."
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Number 51 with Bede and a male/enby reader? :O! I rarely find anyone who's willing to write for non female coded readers so im really glad I found your blog!
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A/N: i got the name of the prompt wrong but we dont speak of thatâ ANYWHO, im glad i could get the chance to write this for you then, anon! Yeah i rarely came across blogs that are gender neutral about their imagines too :/ hopefully you'll enjoy this though!
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Bede wasn't quite the type to show his concern over others, even when he got close to you and developed feelings for you. He's not used to express his emotions other than being cocky and looking down upon others. But this time, it was different.
You promised him that you'll help him out for the day at his gym, considering its the time where numerous of challengers comes barging in the stadium, asking for the badge that'll get them to the next gym leader. Bede didn't mind them, he never did. It was just that some of them were starting to get to his nerves; challengers bringing their toxitricity to the stadium and using sound based moves, blaring right in his earsâ oh for Arceus's sake, let the battle end already, the poor boy's ears are becoming somewhat sensitive if they kept doing that repeatedly.
That being said, he waited and waited for you to come, but eventually, you never did. He pondered over what happened to that awfully irritating (yet lovable) rival of his as he walked out of his gym, telling his assistants to close it for the day and inform the challengers to screw off. He got better things to do than to listen to those damned pokemon singing and spatting poison out of their mouth, hurting his little fairy friends.
"Oh whats with you today" The white haired boy murmured under his breath, looking at his rotom phone and deciding to call you. Sure he has thought of the many possibilities of you being busy due to your new Champion of Galar title, but never even once you bailed him like thisâ or so he thought.
A heavy string of huffing was heard on the other side of the phone, which makes Bede rise his eyebrow and question about what in Galar are you doing at the moment. His mouth stayed shut while waiting for you to ramble out your explanation, well, an explanation he deserves to know.
Why you ask? Because beneath that smug exterior of his, he's deeply concerned when it comes to you. Tell him a fake information that you've been defeated by some random kid and he'll immediately abandon his gym, looking all pissed and irritated as he stomp his way out of the place. Oh what he wouldn't do just to see your smile.
Though, would he admit that? No, even in the name of Arceus, he wont.
Then, finally you answered with voice indicating that you're slightly tired, "Oh, uh, B-Bede!!" You exclaimed, trying to sound as alright as you could. He could hear you dusting your clothes as you speak, Cinderace in the background chirping with other pokemon playing around the area. Oh boy, you have a lot of explaining to do.
The white haired boy tapped his foot against the ground , waiting for you to finish your sentence. He also asked his Galarian Rapidash to track your scent down, and lead him to you, in the most quickest way possible. You're probably having trouble with your pokemon again, or getting surrounded by your fans, one of the two.
Still, its most likely you're experiencing the first scenario, looking at how you're more active in the wild area rather than in cities. "Enough said, im going where you are right now," Bede said in a stern tone, making your eyes widen a tad bit. You didn't even get the chance to explain to him! You only greeted him and yet he's going to visit where you are right now? Holy Suicune, you're a mess.
"Stay there, dont move"
A sigh slipped past your lips as Bede hung up. Better get going and make yourself somewhat decent then. You were chasing a Galarian Zapdos, one of the legendary bird trio and it didn't go well. The lightning avian clearly lived up to its name by having a lightning speed under it's wings, which made you tumble down your bike a few times while trying to get close to the said legendary pokemon.
It's worth it though, now Zapdos is right infront of you with a soothe bell tied loosely around it's neck, lowering it's head down waiting for you to give it affection. Its cute really, and you wondered if Bede will like this newly captured pokemon of yours. On the other hand, he might not like the scratches you got from falling off your bike, and tripping over baby pokemonsâ no worries, no pokemon were harmed during this process of capturing Zapdos.
Of course it hurts when you tried to patch your wounds up, some of it were caused by the legendary electric bird itself as you were trying your best not to harm the said pokemon in the process of capturing it. Zapdos did express concern over you when it saw you slightly in a pinch trying to capture it though, and it tried to make you feel better by occassional nuzzling against you, sparking electricity in your hair.
Its never a dull moment in the wild area, Really.
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Half an hour passed and your said knight in shining armoâ i mean Bede- Bede finally arrived with his Galarian Rapidash.
His eyes widened the moment he saw you visibly being a mess, not minding about the legendary pokemon thats taking a seat beside you as an act of cheering you up. He looks irritated, annoyed and slightly pissed when he saw you not taking care of yourself properlyâ you never did, you're careless, the wounds will heal anyways and your pokemon will help it heal, thats why you didn't mind it much.
The fairy type gym leader immediately makes his way to you as his Rapidash follows close behind him, incase he needed assistance.
"You...What happened?"
Bede lifted your left arm up as you faced him while he was examining your wounds. You stayed quiet until he looks up at you again, Violet eyes locking with yours for a brief moment.
You didn't answer his question and you simply gestured at the legendary bird pokemon beside you, no other explanation can be better that that anyways, and you're not in the mood to waste your energy by talking too much.
Bede blinked a few times as he finally recognized that you have captured a Galarian Zapdos, the Galarian Zapdos that's said to rule over thunderstorms and making a nest between the electrifying clouds right before a storm starts. Basically the Zeus of Galar, if you will. He was quite amused to say the least, though he didn't expect less from the Champion, but risking your life just to capture a legendary? Yup, thats his rival alright, you and and that reckless stubborn head of yours, not to mention you're often oblivious to Bede's acts of care and affection, resulting in the white haired boy blushing intensely.
A sigh slipped past Bede's lips as he rubbed a potion over your wound, followed by a hiss of pain from your side. You wanted to yank your hand off his hold, "Bede, its alright, i can take care of myself" you muttered as you watched the male infront of you carefully spreading the healing liquid over your wounds, trying his best not to hurt you by doing so.
His Violet eyes looked up at you, then looked back down on your wound, not caring about your complaints.
"Let me take care of you," He said as he was preventing the subtle blush from slowly dusting his milky white cheeks; his fingers that were gently massaging that one specific area on your arm stopped before he checked for your other arm- which, you obliged and gave him your other arm to inspect without any hesitation.
What surprised you the most is that he muttered out those six specific words. The words that you thought would never leave past his lips whatsoever, and yet here you are sitting on a giant rock with him treating your wounds from before as he insisted on taking care of you.
Why does he care so much?
"Bede i saidâ" before you could continue his sentence, his grip on your arm suddenly tightened by a bit, afraid of you yanking your arm off.
"I want to take care of you." the tone he was using was so sweet, so kind and sincere as if its not Bede who said that; it was slightly shaky too, probably caused by him gradually becoming even more flustered by his honest feelings. This only made you smile warmly, seeing how well Bede is taking care of youâ you just remembered that you two are supposed to be in the Fairy Type gym by now, helping the said gym leader with handling the oncoming bundles of challengers.
You, being the oblivious Champion that you are, laughed softly and nudged your cheek against his in an affectionately way while saying a light-hearted thank you along the way. You let the boy take care of you and your wounds as Zapdos stayed quiet by your side, observing the two of you and your actions. You're completely calm and amazed by Bede's knowledge when it comes to potions and healing stuff. Maybe you should learn a few things from him after this then.
Bede on the other hand was a complete mess. Oh how the tables have turned. Your little action of nuzzling against his cheek made him turn beet red; various shades of red covering his cheeks and spreading towards his ears. He avoided any eye contact with you, he knew better than to say anything and embarrass himself even more on the spot, so he stayed quiet, and let you do your silly little affectionate actions. He enjoyed it anywaysâ not that he'd admit it.
"D-dont do that so sudden next time."
He managed to croak out, voice slightly different from before caused by the amount of blood rushing to his face and ears, not to mention his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Arceus- this feeling is so sickeningly lovely, he hated it, and yet he also loved it. You replied with a soft 'Mhm' before he continues to treat your wounds.
Oh its never a dull moment with you.
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hey can you please write something about like.. Haganezuka x a reader whos from a noble family with close ties to the Ubuyashiki family and has beauty relative to a goddess? i know its super dumb. im really glad to see other people like this character and the way you write with him is amazing!
Thank you for requesting! As you can see I got a little carried away by this, I hope you don't mind that! I hope you enjoy, and if not, feel free to request again!
Hotaru Haganezuka x Noble! Reader
You're beautiful.
You've been told that by everyone for your whole life. Those taunting words, been following you since you were born.
For a woman it is better to be seen than heard.
Would your father say, during the dinner, as you'd spoken too much.
Well, aren't you pretty.
Would the men in the village say to you, while putting their finger under your chin to make you look at them.
You're pretty, pretty, pretty.
But you were so much more than that. You wanted to study, explore and see the world. You wanted to be so much more than just an another decoration on the prize shelf. You didn't want to become like your mother, just a wall rose, treated like another accomplishment for men. You needed a goal, or otherwise, you would lose yourself. You didn't want to learn the etiquette for your whole life, and then marry off to some old man in exchange of money. You wanted to choose your own fate by yourself.
So that's why you started to train. Train like your brothers, train like your father, train like every men in your family, train to your eventual death. You see, your family was a trusted bloodline of Ubuyashiki's family. For decades, your family's men have been fighting for the better world, fighting against the demons that once were one of us. You didn't want to just watch your brothers march up to their deaths without you. Maybe that was your excuse, but actually, you just wanted to prove yourself.
Luckily you were able to get help from Ubuyashiki. He, and the pillars taught you all the basics. They taught you how to breath, and along with all the fighting techniques and ways to keep your head calm, they taught you how not to be the slave of the etiquette. They taught you how to find yourself, from the mess they called a mind.
It was hard to keep your training as a secret, but it was even harder to break it up to your family that you'd be leaving for final selection. The last march of many young men and women. You don't remember much of it, only the fact that in the end of the day, you didn't have a home anymore.
As you got ready to take possibly the last steps of your life, Ubuyashiki gave you a gift. A simple fox mask, a habit he had picked up from Urokidaki, as he bid you a farewell as his daughter. And on you went on your journey, that was still in the beginning. But now you knew that you had something to fight for.
And this is why you were here now, looking at a man explaining about the handmade sword enthuastically, refusing to have any tea before he had explained every last bit of the said sword. You fixed the mask on your face, so any of your face wouldn't be seen, as you listened to the man's excited rambling. Hotaru Haganezuka, you've heard rumors of him, but you never believed them to be so accurate. The man was here to deliver your very first sword, and by the looks of it, he had done it pretty well. Finally, he finished his rambling, and took a good look at you.
"I wonder what color your sword will change to.. I hope to see blue or indigo-gray!! What style of breath are you?? Let's go inside! We must see the color it's going to turn into!" The man in front of you exclaimed, as he ran past you, almost hitting you, and head towards the indoors with the sword wrapped in clothing in his hands. He was bold on his actions, and you were taken back from it. Rarely no one who knew who you were treated you with such an ignorance and boldness.
Right, he didn't know who you were. Realizing the fact, you felt a wave or relief wash over you, as you realized the life you were about to take the first step towards to. The life where people didn't appreciate you by your looks, but your skills. You chuckled and made your way after him.
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You held your breath, as the nichirin blade in your hands started to switch color. You stared intently at the sharp blade, it reflecting your fox mask on it, as you gasped. Instead of one color, the blade had now turned into two. Blue, and white, the top being blue and then slowly fading into white towards the handle. You gasped.
"Gahhh?!? Why do I always get the weird ones?!" You could hear Haganezuka yell in annoyance, as you turned to look at him, confusion written all over your face, not like he could see it though. He was fuming, the smoke coming out of his mask, as you smiled nervously. You didn't want to upset the short-tempered man.
"I-I'll go make some tea!" You stated, slowly leaving the nichirin blade on the floor, as you sprinted to the kitchen. As you had made it to your destination, you took off your mask, set it on the table, and held your face in your hands.
"What.. what just happened?" You could only question, as you slowly started to gather the ingredients for the tea. You were currently living in Ubuyashiki's spare house, which he had for some reason, but by now you already knew where everything was. Once in a week, when you were home, the kakushis would come and bring you some essentials. Ubuyashiki was taking a good care of you.
You were boiling some water, as Haganezuka stepped into the kitchen, now cooled down. You sighed in relief, but then you realized that you didn't have your mask on and panicked, grabbing it quickly and putting it back on.
Haganezuka deadpanned you, walking past your nervously sweating form, and taking a cup of tea for himself. He didn't mention anything about your face, even though he probably had already regognized you. You felt your heart thump.
"So that's why you were wearing that stupid mask", He stated, and you turned to look at him with a shocked look. He was drinking his tea, slightly lifting up his mask to drink it.
"Excuse me?! You're the one to talk!!" You stated, pointing at his ugly mask, that was probably covering even uglier face. You weren't sure how to feel about this man. He hadn't said anything about your face, but instead offended you by mocking the mask Ubuyashiki himself had made for you.
"Well at least I'm not trying to escape my past, by covering my face", He continued, taking an another sip. He was provoking you! What did he want to accomplish by that?
"But don't worry", He continued, placing his tea cup on the table, as it was already empty.
"I'm not interested in your background, nor in your face, I only want to make my swords", He finished, and you stood there, frozen in your place. You mouth was wide open, as you gaped at the swordsmith in front of you. You could bet he was smirking under that god damn mask of hi-
Before you could realize what was going on, you had already done it.
You had snatched away the man's mask, as it fell on the wooden floor with a loud clonk.
Time felt like it had stopped as you were now staring at sharp eyes of a shocked man. A long black hair was neatly pulled into a man-bun, few strands of hair framing his sharp features.
You gulped. This man was insanely handsome what the duck.
Not to mention, now you were fucked.
But before you could sprint away and yell for help, in hopes of someone hearing, or even dying before the man could catch you, you could only stay still and watch as Haganezuka raised his hand and grabbed your mask. You didn't have a chance to react, as he had already taken it off from your face, now getting a proper look of your face as well.
"Now we're even", He told as he picked up his mask from the floor, and turned around, about to walk out of the kitchen and towards the outdoor.
"Wait!" You called after him, and he turned to look at you, raising his eyebrow, as he adjusted the mask back on his face to hide his handsome face.
"When.. when will we meet again?" You asked, fiddling with the sleeve of your kimono. He shrugged in response.
"Probably when you've broken my blade and need a new one.." He started, stared into distance and then turned to lock his eyes with you.
"And that's not gonna be a pleasant meeting", He told, and you gulped and nodded. Then he left from the kitchen, leaving you to stand there stunned. This man really loved his swords more than anything. But you would have to break them to meet him again.. You sighed and held your head in your hands. This was going to be a troublesome situation.
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For the prompt thingy, Reluctant Caretaker With Janus and Infant!Patton? (Aka sunshine pure baby and unqualified papa)
Characters: Janus, Patton, Virgil, mentions of Logan, Remus, and Roman
Warnings: Coma, drunk driving, bruises, stitches
âUnnnnnnnnnâcaaaaaaaaa, âAnu!â
Janus groaned, cracking his eyes open and rubbing at his eyes sleepily. He glanced at his alarm clock and after blinking a few times, he groaned again when he saw just how early it was. âFucking- ugh,â he muttered, rubbing his hand down his face. He sighed and got up, slowly walking out of the room.
âUnnnnnnnnnâcaaaaaaaaa, âAnu!â
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â Janus muttered, yawning so hard that his jaw clicked. He walked into the room that had been nothing but a guest room a few days ago - when things had still been normal and Janus didnât have to worry about raising a baby - and to the old crib that he had gotten three splinters setting up.Â
His nephew was standing up in the crib and looking up at Janus with wide eyes and a bright grin. He bounced up and down and made grabby hands at Janus. âUnâca âAnuâ, up! Up!â
Janus yawned and picked Patton up, bracing him against his hip. âYes, Uncle Janus is up now. Though, the fact that either of us is up at four fifteen is a crime,â he told the one-year-old seriously.Â
And in return for the great wisdom that he had given his nephew, Patton reached up and grabbed Janusâ nose. Well... Janus supposed that he had gotten worse feedback from people who he had given advice to.
âAlright now, no playing games now,â Janus hummed sleepily, gently moving Pattonâs hand away and walking out of the used-to-be-a-guest-room. He glanced out the window and sighed. The stupid sun could already be seen peeking up over the horizon. âAre you hungry? Is that why you woke me up?â
ââanna âee Daddy,â
Janus froze right at the top of the stairs, feeling like he had just been slapped. He had been so good pushing back and ignoring the heart-crushing grief, confusion, and helplessness that the last few days had brought. And with three words, his one-year-old nephew had almost completely toppled all the walls that Janus had put up to try and cope. Janus took a shaky breath, eyes burning with unshed tears. âIâm afraid that you canât see your Daddy right now,â he said softly, walking down the stairs. âYouâre living with me for now, Patton. I... will explain in the morning, okay?â
Patton gave him a look with so much of Virgilâs stubbornness that Janus almost let out a sob. Virgil had barely had Patton for a year and his son was already so much like him.Â
âFor now, letâs think of better things,â Janus said with forced chipper in his voice. He walked into the kitchen grabbed a small box of cheerios from his cupboard. âEven though itâs far too early to be up and awake, five oâclock is also the time when the old cartoons come on. I used to watch these shows with your daddy when I was just a toddler and he was your age.â He managed a weak smile as he walked into the living room. âDoesnât that sound fun?â
âYes,â Patton chirped, grinning at Janus widely that wrinkled the stark white bandaid that he had gotten at the hospital. âYes!â
Janus chuckled, sitting down in his favourite old armchair, shifting Patton so he was in one arm so he could open up the box of cheerios. âDid you watch these shows with your daddy? Or did Mr. Lawyer show his son more serious shows? Educational programs?â He got a blank stare in response and decided that it was far too early in the morning to use big words with his nephew. So instead he just switched the channel until he found old reruns of âThe Bugs Bunny and Tweety Showâ.
Besides, Pattonâs excited cry of, âTâeety!â made Janus think that maybe this wasnât the first time he had watched these shows.
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Janusâ shoes clicked against the hospital tiles, the only sound in the eerily quiet hallway. He could hear distant coughs and the quiet sound of people talking but here, in the long term care section of the hospital at eight oâclock in the morning, there wasnât much noise. And it made Janus so sad. His poor baby brother didnât belong in a place like this.
He stopped outside the last door in the hallway, knocking gently at the half-open door. âGood morning,â he said softly, walking in and draping his coat over one of the chairs. He sat down with a sigh. âIâm sorry that Iâm here so early but your son woke me up at four AM. I left him with my friends so I can come to see you. Please donât worry about your son, Virgil. Logan and Remus are good people and they already love Patton." He took off his bowler hat and put it in his lap, tapping his finger against it gently. âDo you have anything to say about that?â
Of course Virgil didnât. Though, Janus supposed that he couldnât be too upset with his brother. It was rather hard to speak with tubes down your throat. And the fact that Virgil was in a coma made it even harder, Janus was sure.
Virgil was lying completely still on his hospital bed, looking strangely peaceful. He didnât seem bothered at the dark purple bruises on his cheeks or the stitched-up cut on his forehead. And then Janus remembered how he had looked a few days ago when he had first been brought to the hospital and had to look away.
âYour friend Roman came to my house the other day,â Janus said, forcing himself to continue. He had to speak talking. He feared what would come out of his mouth if he didnât. âI must say, Roman may not be as interesting as his brother but he is a good lawyer. Heâs pushing me to press charges and he is assuring me that I would have a very good case.â He snorted and shook his head. âThough, I suppose that you donât have to be a good lawyer to know that driving while is against the law.â
When there was no response to his words, Janus sighed and reached forward, gently putting a hand over Virgilâs bruised one. âDo you remember how happy I was when you made me Pattonâs Godfather,â he whispered softly and with a slight tremble to his words. âWell, I change my mind. Virgil... I have no idea how to care for a baby. You have to wake up so you can raise your son. Please.â He laughed and blinked, vision turning a little blurry. âI am begging, Virgil. You have to wake up. I canât do this. I donât know how to do this.â
The only response Janus received was the steady beeping of Virgilâs heart monitor. It looked like Janus was on his own for now.
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