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new muses added:    bianca barclay  &&.  goody addams

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“Forget everything you used to know/ I think you better tell your friends to go/ Stick around cause I'm about to show you/ The beginning is the end” -This is Love by Air Traffic Controller

*crawls in covered in blood* i havent done a full illustration in so long. Two main protags of my story Whenever which’ll be written, eventually lmao. Heavily inspired by those song lyrics as these are their very first universe and very last universe designs <3

still images under the cut!

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Honors college is great! In exchange for covering your tuition, my university will (checks notes) force you to do a capstone project, 120 hours of community service, significantly harder coursework, and several additional projects you don’t need to do because they can. Also you can’t take lower than 15 credits a semester or you lose your money. Good luck ^-^!

[cry4mina]

Pomegranate

(Jeongyeon x fem!reader)

Word Count: 6.3k

Angst/Smallest drop of fluff

Summary: Jeongyeon was coming home from tour and you were going to propose but she comes home later than expected and throws a wrench in your plans.

TW: ANGST. Alcohol and lots of it, throwing up, sad, big sads, panic attacks, the big sads, screaming, mentions of blood (it's in once sentence), food, uh...yeah angst.

A/N: Me 3 days ago: i'm not doing birthday fics. Me right now, HAPPY EARLY JEONGYEON DAAAAAAY! Have a not so happy moment to celebrate! I decided I was going to attempt to do one for her and Momo before I moved soooo ta daaaaa (it's been so long since i've written angst, i'm rusty pls forgive me) @psylocke142 helped me find pictures and let me yap about this (also read it before I posted it to make sure it wasn't ass) <33 thank u fren!

Everyone pls stay safe and have a lovely daaaaay<3

After weeks of preparation and consulting with Jihyo virtually, you were finally ready to ask your girlfriend of 4 years to marry you. Picking up all the components, you rushed home to get ready for what was going to be one of the best days of your life.

Tonight’s the night!

The house is set up perfectly, rose petals from the front door to the living room, a bouquet of roses on the table that are blooming, candles everywhere, and you’re in a brand new fully tailored suit that fits you like a glove.

Preparing dinner was the most tedious part of this. While Jeongyeon was on tour for a few months, you took it upon yourself to take some classes to master her favorite dish so you could make it from scratch for tonight. Even taking it a step further and asking her mother for the recipe she used when Jeong was a child.

Dinner is ready in the kitchen, you check your watch to see it’s 7:13pm. Jeongyeon should be walking through the door any minute, flight having landed an hour ago- she texted you when she landed saying that she was dropping Jihyo off and heading home.

Time sludges on, 7:45pm, still no sign of her.

Then it’s suddenly 8:30pm.

Every minute feels like an hour of nothingness.

No call

No text.

Nothing.

You: I hope everything is okay…let me know when you’ll be home. [9:01pm]

You: I love you. [9:01pm]

Walking into the kitchen, you decide to pack dinner up. Putting all the food in Tupperware and stacking it in the fridge in portions for when your girlfriend got home.

Hopefully, your soon to be fiancé would hurry back to you.

Reaching into your pocket, you pull out the suede box and pop it open, revealing a classic square shaped diamond on a gold band.

Taking in the sparkle of the gem, you reminisce on your favorite memories together. All the soft, tender, silly moments you had with your loving girlfriend and wishing she was here so you could just ask her to spend forever with you.

Checking your phone to see no response from Jeongyeon, you sigh and frown. She usually updated you with what she was up to, so this was out of character for her.

Especially, under the circumstances, she usually hurried home to you.

It had been months since you’d seen her, since the tour was taking up most of her time. It was easy to be impatient. Even with FaceTime dates, phone calls, texts - it wasn’t the same as having her with you. Being able to hear her laugh outside of a speaker and feeling her warmth against you as you slept instead of falling asleep together through a screen.

Taking a seat on the couch and kicking your feet up on the table, you lull off into a peaceful sleep with happy memories of the two of you replaying in your mind's eye.

—

The latching of the door rings in your ears, you hear light footsteps through the hall and into the kitchen.

A deep sigh seeps tension into the atmosphere of your home. The tapping of nails on the counter makes your eyes slingshot open.

She’s home.

Jumping up and almost losing your balance, you grab the roses and bolt into the kitchen to see a teary-eyed Jeongyeon standing there, leaning against the counter.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” immediately putting the flowers on the counter and walking out to hold her.

Jeongyeon halts your movements with a single hand up, palm facing you to stop you in your tracks. Her eyes never leave the floor. Confusion tenses your shoulders and back, concerned at not only the gesture but her demeanor and emotional state.

“Jeongyeon…what’s going on?” the soft nervousness of your tone makes her wince at the words spoken.

“We need to talk.” she’s still unable to look at you. Eyes tracing the grout on the tile, looking for literally anything but you to focus on. Tears trailing down her cheeks, she’s trying to collect herself.

“Okay..?” hopping up onto the counter and placing your hands within themselves, you patiently wait for her to say what she needs to.

“I’m…not happy.” stumbles its way off her tongue and into the air.

The flavor is putrid and sour.

There’s an ache building in your chest, brain and heart trying to process the words you just heard her say.

“…what do you mean?” Unable to grasp what she’s just spoken.

Unhappy?

“I…don’t want to do this anymore. I feel bad being away for so long and it really hurts both of us when you say how much you miss me. I can’t expect for you to just wait around for me to come home all the time. It’s not fair to either of us.” Voice shaking as she explains herself.

Weighed down by a devastating ton of bricks that build the foundation of this relationship, you slide off the counter. Your eyes not leaving her face for the time it takes to approach her.

Watching as your stability crumbles underneath you. You can’t believe this is what she’s saying…

“Jeongyeon…baby, I’d take missing you over being with anyone else…any day. In any life. You’re my everything…” hands now on her forearms, trying to make eye contact so she can see how much care you have for her.

“I’m sorry.” whispered to you through tears.

She still can’t even look at you.

The cracks through your chest are loud enough to make the earth shatter. Lightning shoots through your veins, flashes of heat that immediately run cold inside you.

Trying to make sense of all this as fight, flight or freeze kicks in, you leave the room.

Walking into the living room, you sit on the couch you had just dozed off on. Head in your hands, sobbing into them violently, a physical reaction to your heart being ripped from your chest.

Not even noticing her stepping into the room, you continue to let out the devastating wail, trying to ease the emptiness in your chest from the abrupt pain it was now experiencing.

Her sniffling pulls you out of your hands.

Looking up to see her with matching tears flowing down her cheeks.

Standing up, you pick up the box of tissues on your shared coffee table and hand them to her. She offers a half smile before taking one, you don’t return the gesture.

“Can you tell me what I did?” Through the shivering as you try to regulate your emotions.

“What? What you did?” Jeongyeon is confused by this question, dabbing her tears from under her eyes and trying to compose herself.

“Yes, what did I do to make you want to leave?” Looking her in the eyes and waiting for the reasoning.

“I…I’m sorry, I have to go.” Grabbing her keys and bolting for the door.

Never offering a response, or even a glance back. She left you to your own devices that night in your once shared apartment.

—

3 months later and you can still hardly take care of yourself. The agony of her not being with you, completely ruining every day you’ve had.

Work was always slow and dreadful, not offering any reprieve from the weighted down linger of what was no longer in your life. Leaving you all the time in the world to ruminate and try to make sense of everything that happened.

The scene of her leaving the house that night played in your head over and over again, like a nightmare that never stopped. A broken record that continued to spin, playing the same tune until your ears bled.

Getting mail for her everyday ruined you. Seeing her name on the letters was just detrimental, a reminder around every corner - the entire house coated in the same layer of hopeless despair you found yourself in.

You didn’t even know where she was staying or what her day to day was like. Always wondering if she was feeling these aftershocks of your split.

Turing to alcohol to ease the feelings, you drank alone until you passed out every single night. Blaring music and singing at the top of your lungs while heavily intoxicated was an escape, but it was only temporary.

Isolating was something you did well, never really wanting to let the world know how you were suffering. Jeongyeon was good at pulling you out of that but…she wasn’t here anymore.

Turning down every picture in the house of the two of you together, you were no where near ready to get rid of them no matter how much they hurt to see.

They were little glimpses into the past…tiny portals into a happier time and it was devastating to think she might not share that sentiment. Most of you free time spent on the questions of whether or not she ever actually loved you and whether or not you would see her again.

—

One drunken night, your phone rang. The vibrating against the table startled you out of your dissociated drunken state that was practically slumber.

Picking it up without being bothered to read who was calling, you put your half empty bottle of whiskey down on the table and answer the phone.

“H- hiccup-hello?”

“Hey Y/n! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. How are you doing?” The voice is immediately recognizable.

“I’m alive, Jihyo. If that’s what you’re wondering.” The sulking was dripped off your tone, knowing this was your ex girlfriend���s best friend brought up too many feelings for you, very aware that whatever you told Jihyo would be passed on to…her.

“I was wondering…but I wanted to check in with you.” Her tone seems saddened, worried and hesitant to ask what she really wanted to.

Knowing she was aware of the plan to propose and encouraged you to do it, helping you organize everything - including getting Jeongyeon to the house when you needed her there for the perfect surprise, you had a bond with Jihyo that was strong and she knew that you were not okay.

She couldn’t have known the internal workings of Jeongyeon’s mind, though she did tell her everything. No one expected you two to ever break up in their wildest dreams.

You were meant to together.

Or so you and everyone else thought.

“I’m alive. That’s really all I have to shhay.” Slurring your responses to her, unintentionally.

“Y/n…are you drunk?” Concern now lacing her voice even stronger than before, she knows you’re not much of a drinker so this was worrisome to her.

Hearing keys rattling on the other side of the phone, assuming that Jihyo was about to head over to your house - you shut that down, quickly. Not wanting to see her or even entertain the thought of pretending like you weren’t in the depths of your own dejection.

“I’m fine, Jihyo. Just let me shhuffer in peace.” Hanging up and putting the phone back down on the table.

It vibrates for at least 15 minutes, you choose to ignore the buzzing and take another long swig from the bottle of whiskey. Who needs a glass when you’re just going to drown in your own tears anyway?

Your world lost it’s light. There’s no reason to pretend like you gave a shit about anything, nothing was worth caring about now that she was gone. Yourself included.

A hard knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts.

Looking at the clock, it’s 1:27am.

Who the fuck is at your door?

“Go -hiccup- away!” followed by another swing from the bottle, stinging your throat as it slips down to your stomach.

“Y/n, open the door or I’m coming in!” A stern tone comes through the solid wood that is all too familiar for all the right reasons.

“You and -hiccup- what army?” Standing up and almost falling over but catching your balance on the arm of the couch.

The lock clicks open, knob turning quickly and the door flew open, smacking against the wall to reveal…

Her…

Jeongyeon.

Steppping in to see the house in shambles, she takes in the empty bottles of alcohol everywhere, garbage and empty plates and cups all over the coffee table and the mess that was you, standing next to the wreck with your bottle gripped tightly.

Sighing at the sight, she closes the door behind her and sets her stuff down on the counter in the kitchen. Jeongyeon scans the house, looking around to find any semblance of your old happy life. Seeing the picture frames turned down stops her in her tracks, flipping her favorite on up and leaving it.

“What -hiccup- are YOU doing here?” Slurring and pointing at her before plopping down on the couch, glaring at her for fixing the pictures, not wanting to remember the good times because there wasn’t a light at the end of this tunnel, as far as you’re concerned.

Trying to take a swing from your whiskey, she runs over and snatches the bottle out of your hand.

“HEY! -hiccup- That’s mine! Get your own! I don’t want to share with -hiccup- you.” Reaching for the container again, only for her to push you down by your chest back to the couch, brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and disgust.

“Sit down! I can’t believe the mess this place is…what’s gotten into you?” The anger in her voice shakes the frame of your soul, snapping you as far sober as your body would allow.

“I…don’t think you care anymore.” Tears fall unstoppably, coating your eyes and cheeks with pure grief and misery.

Jeongyeon’s face is made of stone, stoic in nature and unmoving as you cry. This causes you to break completely. Maybe she never really cared…

Laying down on the couch and rolling over to face the back of it, trying to hide your descent into the pit of despair that you were trying to pull yourself out of everyday but with her reactions, she pushed you deeper unknowingly.

You lacked the will to keep up your strength, yet you persisted in your attempts, even if they were futile. Refusing to showcase how thoroughly this had devastated you. It consumed you entirely.

The experience gnawed at your bones, turning your world upside down, leaving behind only a hollow shell of what once was—every trace of love you held for her and for yourself, devoured in its wake.

“Y/n…” the tinge of sadness in the way she said your name caught your attention but you were still stuck in the void and didn’t want to turn over to look at her.

“Y/n…come on…” sitting down at the bend of your legs, rubbing your back in a familiar act of comfort.

“Don’t do that.” Harshly spat at her through gritted teeth, scooting closer to the inside of the couch and farther away from her so she would get the hint and taker her hand off you.

“Y/n…look, I’m sorry okay…I know I shouldn’t have come…I was just worried about you. I heard you slurring and I know you don’t really like to dri-“

“You HEARD me?” Rolling over with fury leaching from your eye to see the shock on her face. She had given herself up and the realization already set in, even though you were inebriated.

“…did you make Jihyo call me to check up on me?” Glaring at her in disbelief, anger boiling in your chest as you waited for her to say something.

Jeongyeon stammers, looking for a good excuse as her eyes shift from left to right. She opens her mouth to try and but ends up just looking at the ground…unwilling to tell the truth even having been caught.

“Get out.” Standing up too quickly and almost falling to open the door for her.

“Y/n, please just let me explain.” Begging for a moment of your time so she can try to fix this.

“You have 2 minutes -hiccup- and then I never want to shhee you again.” Voice cracking as you try to stand by yourself, wobbling and stumbling over to the door, gripping the knob to steady yourself.

“Can we please talk about this when you’re sober? I think that would be better than trying to have a conversation when you’re like this…” Jeongyeon motions her hands at you, tears welling up in her eyes at the disheveled state she found you in.

Taking your hand off the door, you turn around and face her. Letting the tears fall freely from your eyes, taking off the mask you wore to try and hide the suffering. Trying to wipe the destress from your face as you formulate your sentence.

“What’s wrong, Jeongyeon?” stepping up close to her with a frigid demeanor and a spiteful scowl that contradicts the droplets of emotion that fall from your eyes as you step closer to her, inches from her face, giving the final blow.

“Having trouble facing me? Or do you just not like the way you found me?” sniffling through the ending of that sentence, you stumble off to your once shared bedroom, leaving Jeongyeon in the living room by herself.

Falling onto the bed, you rip off your shirt, bra and pants and curl up on her side of the bed. The room starts to spin as you finally laid still and the alcohol took over again. Moaning and groaning to yourself as the minutes pass.

It hits you all at once, the overwhelming sensation of being wasted, the fact that your ex was in the house and the anxiety that ran your life all clashing to create a wave of nausea that you could not escape.

You struggle to get to the bathroom, knocking stuff over on the way before finally sitting down in front of the toilet and purging your stomach.

Retching all the toxic fluid out of your body takes an hour or so. Dizzied by your drunken state, dehydration, and sorrow, you’re unable to stand so you just sit and wait for it to pass like a bad thunder storm.

A small knock at the door, startles you out of a sleep that you hasn’t realized you slipped into while waiting for the room to stop spinning against your will.

“Y/n?…Are you alright?” softly spoken from behind the door, the pit of your stomach falls and you start to cry again.

Not because she left, not because you couldn’t control it but it was the act of her checking in on you that tugged on your oxytocin, giving you another hit of Jeongyeon that you so desperately craved.

Lifting your chin up barely removing it from the porcelain, you muster all the strength you have to produce one malicious, guttural scream.

“GO AWAY!” the words rip from your throat like the sharp blade of a chainsaw, slicing haphazardly through hard wood, splintering and shattering every millisecond it touches your vocal chords and leaves a blood stain of regret and hatred behind.

Not for her.

Never for her.

For yourself.

You hate that she left, but you never blamed her. It’s not like it was unheard of, a break up before a proposal but you never understood why. Always assuming you were the problem there was no solution for.

Jeongyeon cracks the door, peaking in side and seeing you just your underwear hunched over and collapsing to the floor. Rushing over to you, stabilizing you with her hands- she forces you up on your feet.

You are dead weight at this point, leaning on her because your legs just won’t function underneath you. Pulling your arm around her, she practically drags you to the shower and makes you sit in the bathtub with your head against the wall.

Turning the water on you, it’s ice cold. Yelping at the sheer shock of the frozen water hitting you, complaints slurring out of your mouth instantly hushed when she gets into the shower with you. Sitting behind you and letting the faucet soak her with all her clothes on.

Positioning herself sitting with you between her legs, she brushes your hair off your forehead as the water crashed down on you both and shushes the spewing of your sadness and conquers your anger just by her touch.

The peace her presence brings you in this state has soothed the crashing waves of your heart that drenched every fiber of your being. The broken state of your soul was nothing more then a scratch on the surface while she was holding you and soothing you through this horrific break down of grief that was misguiding you to lash out.

Calmly rocking you back and forth with her, you finally gained some sobriety. Jeongyeon stands to turn the shower off and offers you a towel, while grabbing the matching one you didn’t bother to put away.

Taking your underwear off, now completely naked with a towel barely wrapped around you, attempting to dry off and failing miserably, dropping the towel and whining out of frustration. Picking up the towel, you give it another sloppy attempt.

Jeongyeon is just watching you, the smile in her eyes and smirk on her face feels so condescending considering everything that has happened between the two of you.

“What?” snapped at her while you wrap the towel around your body again and make your way to the bedroom to get something to wear.

“Nothing…it’s nothing.” Jeongyeon removes her shirt and pants, standing there in her shower soaked underwear and bra.

“Did you…uhm…are my clo-” softly uttered before hanging the clothes she was wearing on the shower rod for them to dry.

“Yes. They’re still here. I haven’t gotten rid of…anything.” choking on the words as the tears threaten to spill again.

This beautiful woman, standing in front of you had not only gone out of her way to make sure that you were okay and took care of you knowing that you weren’t…

The nurturing nature of her was what sparked the initial fire that set your heart aflame. The gasoline was how sweet she was, and how much she cared about everyone around her.

Her habits of focusing on everyone but herself was to her detriment- always checking in on others and not really checking in with herself…but that was what made your relationship so pure. She was worried about everyone and you were worried about her.

Given the opportunity, Jeongyeon would move the world for those she loved. Fitting herself in a box so small that she would be uncomfortable to make others feel comfortable. The details of her were never lost on you, always letting her express whatever she needed to and making sure that she knew that you would never judge her in anyway. It was so comfortable and perfect, that’s why it stung so much.

When she dropped that bomb on you those weeks ago, it was like a nuke - scorching every single atom that you ever had and what was happening right now was the fallout.

“Y/n…Can we ple-”

“Not tonight…please…no more tonight.” cutting her off again, not to hurt her but you just couldn’t handle another moment of discourse between the two of you, especially while you’re still drunk.

“Tomorrow.” stated to her, not offered to her.

The conversation you had been needing would happen tomorrow…finally. The closure, the end…whatever you want to call it, would be tomorrow.

The anxiety building in your stomach brought on a different kind of nausea. One that wouldn’t go away from just throwing up the contents of your body but only with comfort that you were too nervous to ask for.

Throwing on a big shirt that was hers and a fresh pair of underwear, you crawled into bed and got comfortable. Letting out a big sigh of relief that your sheets were finally consuming you again instead of the alcohol or complete and utter sadness.

Jeongyeon puts on some of the clothes she left behind, a shirt you got her, underwear and a pair of her sweats that she usually only wore around the house.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch…just so I can be here…if you need me…” timid, almost as if she was asking permission to sleep in the house that had her name on the mortgage.

“No.” calm and steady leaves your mouth.

Sitting up in your bed, you look her in the eyes before throwing the comforter off her side of the bed that you had been sleeping in, patting the sheets as a signal for her to come and lay with you.

Even if it was for the last time.

“Are you sure?” her voice is so gentle and lovely.

“Please, Jeongyeon…” throat clenching around the words as you pleaded for what you assumed to be one more sleep together.

Just one more.

Her eyes soften further, the familiar puppy eyed love you had always known crawls into your shared bed and gets comfortable on her side, like she always did.

Fuck, you missed this so much.

Laying on separate sides of the bed, you just take in the feeling of her warmth in the sheets next to you. The sigh she lets out was one of relaxation and ease. It was very hard to miss.

“Jeongie?” breathed so soft it was barely a whisper as you roll from your back to your side to face her. It was what you always called her when you wanted something, she knew what was coming without even asking.

“Yeah?” worry laces her words as she follows your movement and faces you.

“…I miss you.” the cracks in your voice shatter and sprawl out like lightening, cascading down your chest, through the sheets and up to her.

Not the words, not the tone, but the crack of your voice that let the misery you had experienced the three months she’s been gone…

Silence.

Jeongyeon just looks at you, eyes coated in despair as her own emotions display for what you feel like is the first time. Wondering if it’s her own distress or if it’s just pity for you.

A hand comes out of the darkness, placing itself on the small of your back and dragging you into Jeongyeon, so close you can feel her heart beat and feel her breathing - pressed up against her chest in the hug that you needed from her.

Nuzzling into her neck, you silently sob as you take in the smell of her skin and in the comfort of your bed no less. The peace it brings you brings happiness, even if it’s temporary.

Jeongyeon just holds you, rubbing your back and sniffling. Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she coos and sighs as the tension of her back decreases while holding you. Feeling her harms relax and her back unclench was worth every second of devastation that would follow, knowing you could be this for her…one last time.

“I miss you too. So much.” Whispered to you as you finally drift off to sleep in the comfort her arms, finally getting the safety that you had been missing.

—

Throbbing behind your eyes and a massive wave of nausea wakes you up from the deep sleep you were in. The most sleep you had since she left.

Groaning as you rolled over, you reach out to her side of the bed, hoping and praying that she would still be asleep next to you.

She wasn’t.

Sighing at the empty and cold sheets, you wonder if this is all a dream or if she was actually here last night.

Did she really shower with you?

Was it all just…a drunken daydream?

Slowly sitting up, you grab your head as it pounds into your skull. This hangover was the worst one you’d ever had, like a whip cracking against your brain at every movement you made, no matter how slight.

Taking a second to charge your movements and build up the courage to get up out of bed, you sigh again and give up. Rolling over to Jeongyeon’s side and shoving your face in her pillow, just to take in her smell again.

“Good morning” a familiar voice so angelic breaks your concentration on the memories you were reliving before you could fully immerse in them.

Sling-shotting up, you grab your head and let out a wince and a huff at how dizzy you got with the movement, the pounding continued as Jeongyeon giggles.

“With how drunk you were last night, I knew you would not feel great today…” lifting up a brown paper bag, shaking it at you before plopping it in front of you.

The smell of the burger nauseates you thoroughly.

Flinging a hand over your mouth, you jump off the bed and bolt to the bathroom - immediately regurgitating the toxins left inside you until there was nothing left but bile.

“Are you alright?” through the door, you get a flash back from last night and shiver at the unease of her seeing you this way.

Quietly gasping and trying to catch your breath, you spit. An attempt to rid your mouth of the acidic taste that burns from your stomach all the way to your lips.

“Yeah…” winded replies that feed her worry, unintentionally.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute” the sentence stole the air from your lungs, still trying to get back to some sense of the word normal and slowly catching your bearings again.

Standing up, you head to the sink, leaving with your palms on the edge of the counter, with your hair in your eyes. Turning on the faucet, you reach into the stream of cold water. Cupping your hand and splashing it on your face trying to wash your hungover sleep filled eyes and bring some self back to you.

The chill of the water wakes you up, the headache not easing but the nausea was dissipating quickly, you were very grateful for that.

By the time you got to the kitchen, the nausea was replaced by hunger. Looking to see Jeongyeon at the kitchen table, already set out the greasy burger and fries, with a tall glass of water and some medicine next to it.

Sitting down with her, you take the meds first and drink half the glass of water. Placing it back down on the table, you look over at her. Jeongyeon’s food is untouched, sitting in front of her still wrapped up on the foil to keep it warm.

“Are you alright?” reaching over to grab her hand, remembering that she is your ex before you touch her, stopping yourself from the intimate contact.

Jeongyeon watched your hand in motion, seeing you stop from touching her and she swallows harshly. You could hear it from across the table.

“Are you ready to talk now?” asked in faint whispers while she toys with her fingers.

Looking down at your own hands, the nervousness returns back to you from the night she left. Rattling every heartstring you had in a vibration that could’ve made angels cry.

“…Yeah…I think it would be best if we did…” immediately biting the inside of your cheek after the statement, drawing a small amount of blood out of the soft flesh.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongyeon is looking up at you, her eyes glazed over in melancholy grief and regret.

“I’m sorry I left. I was scared that you were going to leave me first. I thought you missing me all the time was hard on our relationship and I was worried it was too much for you. I left because I didn’t want you to leave first…I thought you were unhappy.” her voice is cracking and she’s sniffling, panic interweaved in her words as she continues on with her admission.

“That night I came back…and you asked me what you did to make me want to leave…” a deep breath in and back out, trying to self soothe but having a difficult time regulating.

Her hand reaches up to hold your face, her palm on your cheek and the warmth of her on your skin makes you instinctively lean into her, closing your eyes as your body relaxes.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything except love me so well that I thought I didn’t deserve it…” Jeongyeon is practically having a panic attack at this point, choking on her own sadness and attempting to even out her breathing, blink her tears away, talk to you- overwhelming herself and it’s sending her into a spiral.

Without hesitation, you get up from your chair and sit on her lap. Wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into your chest while running one of your hands down her back, then back up again. Continuing this repeatedly as it’s the fastest way to quell her anxiety.

“Shh Shh Shh…don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” cooed at her while you squeeze her just a little tighter as she choked on her overstimulation.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I will always love you.” through the breath violently hitching and the tenseness of her body.

A long beat of silence.

Your heart stops.

She still loves you…?

“Jeong…” lifting her head so she can see the hangover that was glazing your eyes.

“You really hurt me when you left. I didn’t understand what was going on…I didn’t even know that was a fear you had.” Hand continuing to rub her back.

“I would’ve told you how untrue that was…” brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Her face contorts, holding in her sobs as she lets out the cold, hard truth.

“I don’t think I would’ve believed you…”

That one stung. Though you know it was never anything that you did now that she’s told you. Patting her back lightly, you hatch an idea.

The perfect way to prove it to her.

Getting up from Jeongyeon’s lap, you run into the bedroom and go to your side of the bed. Pulling open the nightstand drawer, you grab the little black box that held the ring you were going to propose to her with that night and make your way back to the kitchen.

Watching you closely as you make your way back to the table and sit down, she doesn’t really know what to expect.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling rapidly, your nerves get to you a moment. Never knowing what her reaction would be to this, you built up as much courage as you could and places the box carefully in front of her.

“I think this might be all the proof you need.” swallowing hard as her shaky hand reaches for the box, popping it open and seeing the ring for the first time.

A gasp echo’s off the walls of your home, the same walls that heard your wails of misery and the same walls that watch you drink away the last three months.

“It’s perfect…”

Every emotion that Jeongyeon has ever felt is displayed on her face for you to see. The heart ache, the love, the regret, and the grief.

“I have so many regrets about that night, Y/n…I would have n-never left if I would have known-” Letting all of her pain flow.

She gathers herself, you look her in the eyes and boldly say:

“You could still say yes, you know?” eyes never leaving her face, trying to judge how that statement blew over.

Frozen in shock as boils over her as she processes what you just said.

“We would have to work on things, of course…that betrayal cut deep…but” taking another deep breath and admitting the truth.

“I’m willing to try and fix this, if you are.” the anxiety in the room was shared between the two of you.

“Really?” disbelief on her lips, the tears sitting on the water line of her eyes threatening to flood down the tracks her previous tears already laid in place for them.

“Really.” nodding your head in reassurance.

Jeongyeon places the box down in front of you, ring facing you and lifts her left hand up with her fingers splayed out, hand shaking from the intensity of the conversation you were having.

Pulling the ring out of the box, you slip it on her finger and admire how it looks on her. Kissing every knuckle she has before releasing her hand and sighing in relief.

“I’m so sorry about leaving…” toying with her ring, looking up at you through her bangs.

“We will get through it…” standing up to sit on her lap again and hug her.

Missing her was an understatement. Being in her arms again made you feel whole in a way that you couldn’t explain, a way you thought was impossible.

It was just her…it was always her.

“…and we will get through it together.” cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs.

Leaning in, you kiss her. Soaking up all the love you missed in those three months apart, her lips heal almost every crack in your soul - rejuvenation of your heart in full effect as you lay a few more soft pecks on her lips and then her forehead.

“Together.”

[xienst]

MASTERLIST of all ! era EVENT stories

reading all enstars! stories is... a lot. what if I want to read just the event stories?

[summaries will be added to the complete stories masterpost]

meanwhile, links to translations of !event stories here u go:

from spring:

THE FLAG'S HONOUR (fine) - spring2

EASTER NIGHT (switch, valkyrie) - spring3

BOOK FAIR (knights, switch) - spring12

RESURRECTION SUNDAY (undead, akatsuki, 2wink) - spring14

PURPLE WISTERIAS OF MAY (mam, rst, r, k) - spring 15

HAPPY SPRING (ra*bits) - spring 23

BAND ENSEMBLE (trickstar, undead, ritsu) - spring 24

SCHOOL FESTIVAL 4 (rst, kk, kh, tm, wh) - spring 31

from summer:

SHINSENGUMI (akatsuki, trickstar) - summer 8

AMUSEMENT LIVE (2wink, ra*bits) - summer 10

MAGNOLIA (fine) [unavailable] - summer 17

SUNSHOWER FESTA (switch, 2wink) - summer 18

RAINBOW (g&a) - summer 19

POOL (Tomoya, switch, trickstar) - summer 22

SUMMER LIVE (eve, trickstar) - summer 35

STARS * GLITTERS OF THE PRISM- (crossover) - summer 39

SUMMER NIGHT FESTIVAL - (akatsuki, ra*bits) - summer 42

BEACH MATCH (rst, 2wink) - summer 47

PLEIADES NIGHT (switch, trickstar, ra*bits) - summer 52

AQUARIUM - (rst, undead) summer 54

CHEVAL LIVE - (knights, valkyrie) summer 55

from autumn:

TSUKIMI LIVE (akatsuki, ra*bits) - autumn 2

REVENGE MATCH (eden, trickstar, fine) - autumn 7

MUSIC FESTA (rst, fine, izumi) - autumn 11

FLEUR DE LIS (knights, reikao, mam) - autumn 13

ROCKIN STAR (undead, trickstar)- autumn 17

MAGICAL HALLOWEEN - autumn 21

SWEET HALLOWEEN (rst, ra*bits, mam) - autumn 22

HORROR NIGHT HALLOWEEN (knights, trickstar) - autumn 23

SCHOOL TRIP (fine, knights, trickstar)- autumn 24

BLOOD BANQUET (undead, switch, valkyrie) - autumn 25

HOSPITAL VISIT (rst, mam, kh, ns) - autumn 26

TOYLAND (fine, kh, sk, ha) -autumn 32

SOIREE IN THE CANARY HALL- (knights, mam, nn, ko) autumn 33

from winter:

CATS AND THE CAMELIA TRAIN (akatsuki, knights) - winter 5

CHRISTMAS LIVE (rst, 2wink) - winter 9

STAR FESTIVAL (knights, valkyrie) - winter 12

JINGLE BELLS - (fine, trickstar, ta, mt) winter 13

ROMANTIC COMEDY (undead, ra*bits) - winter 14

HOLIDAY PARTY (undead, rst) - winter 15

SS (trickstar, eden) - winter 18

DREAM TRAVEL (fine, mt, hs, kh, ss)- winter 30

FORTUNE DREAM BANQUET (knights, switch) - winter 31

SAGA (trickstar, eden) [ongoing] - winter 32

DINER LIVE - winter 33

SETSUBUN FESTIVAL (2wink, rei, mi, kh, rs, ns, sh) - winter 34

SWEET AND BITTER (knights, ra*bits) - winter 42

DECORATE (undead, akatsuki) - winter 43

HOT AND ELEGANT CHOCOLATE FES (rst, valkyrie) - winter 44

WONDER GAME (switch, eden) - winter 49

next year spring

CLASS LIVE (class 2a + tsumugi + yuta)

HUMAN COMEDY (valkyrie + nn, kk, ra*bits)

REQUIEM (knights)

EP: LINK (fine, trickstar)

OPERETTA (undead)

note: labels of "<season><number>" are according to my masterpost of summaries,, I apologise for the messiness of the labels -> will create a spreadsheet for this one day

also i dont own any of these translations i did not make them (most links are to the wiki via the wayback machine, but some are to current translations on tumblr that are still ongoing)

[shoyoist]

Bllk men as dad got me thinking of the loml shuji, dad shuji is EVERYTHING. He’d be so sweet and caring, demands to spoon feed the babies himself. Coos at ur lil baby and makes all sorts of noisies, anything but an airplane. Has full on convos with it too, ask the lil baby how’s it day going and what it wants to do that day. Religiously eats these.

And imagine if he was ur boyfriend and not husband!! Treats ur lil one who’s like 4 like his own, especially if u have a son, calls him lil man, starts fights over the tv remote but loves ur kid to pieces.

Dad/ father figure shuji is everything, wanted to share my silly lil thoughts with you!! :))

HHMFNH THE WAY THIS GAVE ME BABY FEVER </3 (what's the link nonnie i can't access it 😭 i wanna see what he eats pls) i love him to pieces oh my god — let me add onto the dad!shuji ideas hehehe<3

honestly he's so surprisingly good with kids. is the type of guy who when asked if he'd ever want to have kids and start a family, would answer with something like “nah, 's not my thing.” you'd be fooled by the way he's a total sweetheart (and such a goofball) around kids though.

he likes taking you on dates to the playground (enjoys childish activities and children's games thoroughly) but instead of playing with you, he gets caught up playing with the kids there instead.

you watch him build castles with toddlers in the sand pit, lift a little girl up to the monkey bars, you see him sitting on one end of the seesaw and letting three little boys climb onto the other end — laughing hysterically along with them, too <33 like... shuji honey, are you sure you don't want kids??

if he's your boyfriend and you've got a kid that's not his, he'll insert himself into your little family, naturally taking up half of your duties and has your four-year-old begging you, “mommy, please make mr. shuji my daddy!” before you know it.

if you ever find yourself hung up at work, unable to pick your kid up from school, shuji's pulling up outside the school gates on his motorcycle. if ever you feel tired in the morning and just wanna sleep in, he's going down into the kitchen and putting your little apron on, telling your kid “how ‘bout i make some breakfast for ya, hm?”

HE'S SO <333

& with your own baby — shuji loves laying him down on his lap and holding his fingers out for his baby to grab.

"you're gonna make a good fighter, ay?" he chuckles, wiggling his fingers in the air while the baby has his tiny hands wrapped around them. "better than daddy himself. you'll kill a hundred fuckin' men before you die."

"shuji," you chide. "don't talk like that to the baby."

"hey, he loves it when i talk ta him like that." he turns to grin at you, before he's looking at his baby again, leaning down close to boop their noses together and cooing at him, making him laugh. "isn't that right, lil man? hah, see?"

goddd he makes me so ‼️‼️‼️ your honour i love him

[intersteiiaar]

me !! <33

hey hey i’m new to tumblr (if you couldn’t tell) and i wanted to tell the few people who actually care a bit about me :)

somehow i’ve spent years actually avoiding tumblr for many reasons but it seems pretty chill now imo—at least from what i’ve seen—so yeah

my mbti is enfp-t and my enneagram is 6w7 yes

anyways guess what !! i’m a fictionkin! uhh so i’m gonna i’m gonna list my kintypes, they basically tell u my personality lmao

ellie williams (tlou, mostly game 1 ????)

jinx (arcane)

agent 4 (splatoon)

luz noceda (toh)

yeah those are it lol, ta da i guess. i’d love to meet doubles, feel free to talk to me !, or just talk to me if you’re in any of those fandoms pLEASE I AM DESPERATE

i like listening to music and stuff too, i usually listen to people like melanie martinez, aurora, madilyn mei, steven universe, neoni, and a LOT more.

and i really like astronomy!!!! so much…

i also like mycology and marine biology :)

anyways cool okay bye

[toldyaimaslut759110101698901kk]

Bed with myself? Nothing but Undressed #groundzero KKK 3rd state of mind && also "Try With Me"

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As for dancing with the stars? #gotmilk semi closer 333 at RARE MOST RECENT 333 right men 🗝️ will sir or Sir fit in "blank space"? That's my name faded, extending the bad wish with power to Miss USA was so lost but now we had nuu nuu because I saw the light from Kenya. Now who wants to buy me a drink for the best love song? Ch' hung lee (TA) slave 🥈🪙 underwear 🩲 my gay hole ⛳ he reached. A coral attire for the match #leftovers thug plex test BET congrats day from the enforcement team extremely played tho by W.W.E. through this so why am I okay in a debate? The movie trauma and ALL GOOD PEOPLE 🍋toxic🍋metal. #crystalLight dates counted BEYONCE CONCERT 🥅 #INDOORS vs 🪛🧨 outdoors sock her "" my fate is in their hands. Remixed for the stars and studs by bARbie boY BoTtoM mE common ground as Kelly Kelly 'material' to be 'come correct' is the la fortune golf course so I'll be thankful again. Stayed on track being mindful. Soul is trauma and events are Body. But what's that? I've heard traumatic events before thank you ,, the boys 💗 btw Bad Things done 5 gun tweet. I'm also being hacked lead in top secret. Is my family Kardashian strong? Tbc

[cassyapper]

1 3 and 8 for the ask meme <33

YAAAY THANK U APOLLO <3

ask game

do you prefer writing one-shots or multichapter fics?

oneshots normally! i like both reading and writing them the most. this is actually why it took me so long to get around to writing wwm/ta: i knew i wanted it to span all across part 4 so it wouldnt due for it to just be a oneshot, but i was intimidated lol. im glad i branched out though!

3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

it depends what im writing! for longer stuff i tend to get the idea and let it pressure cook in my head for a while before hitting the ground running. i try to write a scene near the beginning but i dont actually write the Very beginning scene for a while if that makes sense. like that's not the first thing i write. i often write littler blurbs of scenes that take place all across the fic before truly starting in chronological order and going from point a to b (sometimes i need to go to point a.5 to get to a to get to b but yknow)

as for shorter stuff, basically most of them have started as jsut tumblr posts but then they got a little long and i was like yknow what im just gonna write it in actual narrative format LOL. i usually write these in three days or less

8. do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

im not sure if this is talking about writing or reading but i think either way my answer is Lightly the end. if a story cannot stick its landing it ruins everything about the middle and beginning for me, no matter how good that middle and beginning was (looking at you jojolion...). likewise if the beginning and middle are mediocre but the end is really good (many movies have gotten me like this), then i come out being like man that was so good. i think it's cause the ending is kinda like... a statement of the art's thesis, it provides closure*, it just. yeah. so i prefer endings. i hope to write a good ending

[a-z0-9-i-n-gram-completionist]

1:    0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p r s t u v w y    33/36    (23/26)    (10/10)

2:    00 01 02 10 11 12 13 16 17 19 23 34 36 41 51 68 85 ab ad ak al an ar at au av be bl bo bs bu by ca ch co cu de di dn do dr ea ec ed ee el en ep er es et ev fe fo ge gi ha he hi ho hu ib ic id ie ig ik il im in io is it iv ju ke kn ld le li ll lo lu ly ma mb me mi nc nd ne no nu oa of ol on or os ot ou ow pe po rd re ri rr rs rt ru ry se sh si so st su ta te th ti to tr ts ul um un ur us ut ve vi we ye yo    136/1296    (119/676)    (17/100)

3:    000 001 100 102 119 123 136 234 341 412 abo abs ade ake all and are art ate aus ave bec bel ber ble bou bso bsu but can cau coa cul dic did dig div don dre eat eca eel eli ely enc epe ers ery eve evi fee fou get git hat hav his hou hun ibl icu idi iev igi ike ill ime ion isi its ivi jus kno ldn let lie lik lio lli lou lut mad mak mbe mes mil nch ndr not now num oat olu one orr ost oul oun our ous out pea pos red ren rep rid rry rte run sho sib sol sor sou sta sts sur tar ted tel tha the thi tim tre uld ulo umb und urd use ust ute ven ver vil vis yet you    140/46656    (130/17576)    (10/1000)

4:    1234 2341 3412 4123 abou abso absu arte ated ause aven beca beli bers bout bsol bsur caus coat culo dicu digi divi dred eate ecau elie ench epea even ever evil feel four gits have houl hund ible icul idic ieve igit illi imes isib ivis just know liev like lion llio lous lute made make mber mill ndre numb olut orry osts ould ound peat post renc repe ridi rted shou sibl solu sorr soun star surd tart tely that this time tren uldn ulou umbe undr utel very visi    92/1679616    (88/456976)    (4/10000)

5:    12341 23412 34123 41234 about absol absur arted becau belie bsolu bsurd cause culou dicul digit divis eated ecaus eliev epeat every haven hould hundr iculo idicu igits illio isibl ivisi lieve llion lutel mbers milli ndred numbe olute ouldn peate posts rench repea ridic shoul sible solut sorry sound start tarte times trenc ulous umber undre utely visib    59/60466176    (55/11881376)    (4/100000)

6:    123412 234123 341234 412341 absolu absurd becaus believ bsolut culous diculo digits divisi ecause elieve epeate houldn hundre iculou idicul illion isible ivisib lutely millio number olutel peated repeat ridicu should solute starte tarted trench umbers undred visibl    38/2176782336    (34/308915776)    (4/1000000)

7:    1234123 2341234 3412341 4123412 absolut because believe bsolute diculou divisib epeated hundred iculous idiculo ivisibl million numbers olutely repeate ridicul shouldn solutel started visible    24/78364164096    (20/8031810176)    (4/10000000)

8:    12341234 23412341 34123412 41234123 absolute bsolutel diculous divisibl idiculou ivisible repeated ridiculo solutely    13/2821109907456    (9/208827064576)    (4/100000000)

9:    123412341 234123412 341234123 412341234 absolutel bsolutely divisible idiculous ridiculou    9/101559956668416    (5/5429503678976)    (4/1000000000)

10:    1234123412 2341234123 3412341234 4123412341 absolutely ridiculous    6/3656158440062976    (2/141167095653376)    (4/10000000000)

11:    12341234123 23412341234 34123412341 41234123412    4/131621703842267136    (0/3670344486987776)    (4/100000000000)

12:    123412341234 234123412341 341234123412 412341234123    4/4738381338321616896    (0/95428956661682176)    (4/1000000000000)

13:    1234123412341 2341234123412 3412341234123 4123412341234    4/170581728179578208256    (0/2481152873203736576)    (4/10000000000000)

14:    12341234123412 23412341234123 34123412341234    3/6140942214464815497216    (0/64509974703297150976)    (3/100000000000000)

15:    123412341234123 234123412341234    2/221073919720733357899776    (0/1677259342285725925376)    (2/1000000000000000)

16:    1234123412341234    1/7958661109946400884391936    (0/43608742899428874059776)    (1/10000000000000000)

all of the numbers that are divisible by 17 sound so absurd. 51? 68? 85? ridiculous. 102? absolutely not. and don't even get me started on 119

[christophe76460]

L'alphabet des promesses de Dieu

- Les soucis ne m'empêchent jamais de m'endormir. Je les laisse à la porte de ma chambre. Je dis au Seigneur : "Prends soin de mes affaires; donne-moi un bon repos afin que je puisse reprendre ma tâche demain."

- Mais vos nerfs ne sont-ils pas parfois plus forts que votre volonté ? lui demanda un voisin.

- Je l'avoue, mais je récite l'Alphabet des promesses de Dieu. Le voici :

A. Avec Dieu, nous ferons des exploits. Il écrasera nos ennemis (Psaumes 60:14 ou Psaumes 60:12).

B. Béni soit l'homme qui se confie en l'Eternel et dont l'Eternel est l'espérance (Jérémie 17:7).

C. Celui qui demeure sous l'abri du Très-Haut repose à l'ombre du Tout-Puissant (Psaumes 91:1).

D. Dieu est pour nous un refuge et un appui, un secours qui ne manque jamais dans la détresse (Psaumes 46:2 ou Psaumes 46:1).

Elle s'arrêta là. Ces versets suffisaient pour qu'elle dorme.

Mais il est permis de les compléter ainsi, par exemple :

E. Et mon Dieu pourvoira à tous vos besoins, selon sa richesse (Philippiens 4:19).

F. Fais de l'Eternel tes délices, et il te donnera ce que ton coeur désire (Psaumes 37:4).

G. Grâces soient rendues à Dieu qui nous fait toujours triompher en Christ (2 Corinthiens 2:14).

H. Heureux ceux qui écoutent la Parole de Dieu et qui la gardent (Luc 11:28).

I. Il a pris nos infirmités et il s'est chargé de nos maladies (Matthieu 8:17).

J. Je ne te délaisserai pas, et je ne t'abandonnerai pas (Hébreux 13:5).

L. Le malheur atteint souvent le juste, mais l'Eternel l'en délivre toujours (Psaumes 34:19 ou Psaumes 34:20).

M. Ma grace te suffit, car ma puissance s'accomplit dans ta faiblesse (2 Corinthiens 12:9).

N. Ne crains pas, crois seulement (Marc 5:36).

O. Oh! combien grande est ta bonté que tu tiens en réserve pour ceux qui te craignent ( ou Psaumes 31:20).

P. Prenez mon joug sur vous et recevez mes instructions... et vous trouverez du repos pour vos âmes (Matthieu 11:29).

Q. Quand je marche dans la détresse, tu me rends la vie (Psaumes 138:7)

R. Réjouissez-vous toujours dans le Seigneur; je le répète, réjouissez-vous (Philippiens 4:4)

S. Si vous péchés sont comme le cramoisi, ils deviendront blancs comme la neige (Esaïe 1:18)

T. Toutes choses concourent ensemble au bien de ceux qui aiment Dieu (Romains 8:28).

U. Un coeur Joyeux est un bon remède (Proverbes 17:22)

V. Vous aurez des tribulations dans le monde, mais prenez courage, j'ai vaincu le monde (Jean 16:33).

Y. Y a-t-il rien qui soit impossible de la part de l'Eternel ? (Genèse 18:14)

Z. Ayez du Zèle et non de la paresse. Soyez fervents d'esprit. Servez le Seigneur (Romains 12:11)

Chacun de nous peut essayer de se composer un "alphabet des promesses de Dieu", en utilisant d'autres versets de la Bible. Ce sera une bonne façon d'apprendre par coeur des textes bibliques qui peuvent nous être d'un grand secours quand nous devons traverser des temps difficiles.

Essayez donc !

[lyteandronix]

Ask or dare the elements anything.

Just ASK AWAY.

Elements you can ask (118):

Hydrogen (H - 1)

Helium (He - 2)

Lithium (Li - 3)

Beryllium (Be - 4)

Boron (B - 5)

Carbon (C - 6)

Nitrogen (N - 7)

Oxygen (O - 8)

Fluorine (F - 9)

Neon (Ne - 10)

Sodium (Na - 11)

Magnesium (Mg - 12)

Aluminium (Al - 13)

Silicon (Si - 14)

Phosphorus (P - 15)

Sulfur (S - 16)

Chlorine (Cl - 17)

Argon (R - 18)

Potassium (K - 19)

Calcium (Ca - 20)

Scandium (Sc - 21)

Titanium (Ti - 22)

Vanadium (V - 23)

Chromium (Cr - 24)

Manganese (Mn - 25)

Iron (Fe - 26)

Cobalt (Co - 27)

Nickel (Ni - 28)

Copper (Cu - 29)

Zinc (Zn - 30)

Gallium (Ga - 31)

Germanium (Ge - 32)

Arsenic (As - 33)

Selenium (Se - 34)

Bromine (Br - 35)

Krypton (Kr - 36)

Rubidium (Rb - 37)

Strontium (Sr - 38)

Yttrium (Y - 39)

Zirconium (Zr - 40)

Niobium (Nb - 41)

Molybdenum (Mo - 42)

Technetium (Tc - 43)

Ruthenium (Ru - 44)

Rhodium (Rh - 45)

Palladium (Pd - 46)

Silver (Ag - 47)

Cadmium (Cd - 48)

Indium (In - 49)

Tin (Sn - 50)

Antimony (Sb - 51)

Tellurium (Te - 52)

Iodine (I - 53)

Xenon (Xe - 54)

Caesium (Cs - 55)

Barium (Ba - 56)

Lanthanum (La - 57)

Cerium (Ce - 58)

Praseodymium (Pr - 59)

Neodymium (Nd - 60)

Promethium (Pm - 61)

Samarium (Sm - 62)

Europium (Eu - 63)

Gadolinium (Gd - 64)

Terbium (Tb - 65)

Dysprosium (Dy - 66)

Holmium (Ho - 67)

Erbium (Er - 68)

Thulium (Tm - 69)

Ytterbium (Yb - 70)

Lutetium (Lu - 71)

Hafnium (Hf - 72)

Tantalum (Ta - 73)

Tungsten (W - 74)

Rhenium (Re - 75)

Osmium (Os - 76)

Iridium (Ir - 77)

Platinum (Pt - 78)

Gold (Au - 79)

Mercury (Hg - 80)

Thallium (Tl - 81)

Lead (Pb - 82)

Bismuth (Bi - 83)

Polonium (Po - 84)

Astatine (At - 85)

Radon (Rn - 86)

Francium (Fr - 87)

Radium (Ra - 88)

Actinium (Ac - 89)

Thorium (Th - 90)

Protactinium (Pa - 91)

Uranium (U - 92)

Neptunium (Np - 93)

Plutonium (Pu - 94)

Americium (Am - 95)

Curium (Cm - 96)

Berkelium (Bk - 97)

Californium (Cf - 98)

Einsteinium (Es - 99)

Fermium (Fm - 100)

Mendelevium (Md - 101)

Nobelium (No - 102)

Lawrencium (Lr - 103)

Rutherfordium (Rf - 104)

Dubnium (Db - 105)

Seaborgium (Sg - 106)

Bohrium (Bh - 107)

Hassium (Hs - 108)

Meitnerium (Mt - 109)

Darmstadtium (Ds - 110)

Roentgenium (Rg - 111)

Copernicium (Cn - 112)

Nihonium (Nh - 113)

Flerovium (Fl - 114)

Moscovium (Mc - 115)

Livermorium (Lv - 116)

Tennessine (Ts - 117)

Oganesson (Og - 118)

[sixtypackofcrayola]

👁👁 LMK GENSHIN AU??? I AM L I S T E N I N G

OK OK A COUPLE PEOPLE ASKED SO HERE I GO NO THIS WILL NOT BE FORMALLY WRITTEN :SMILE: 'm just gonna ramble!! aannndd hope i make some kinda sense theresss gonna be some holes and things i havent come up with n ill mention them but ppl are lucky ta fill stuff in with their own ideas n feed this brainrot<33

okaayyy so first is mk right so abt mk's vision,, mk is like the last in the little hero group to get a vision. hes been tryin for SO LONG to get one and ever since mei got hers hes been kinda more driven to get one himself. he knows theres like- special circumstances involved n hes been tryin to like get that cool thing to happen so they can get theirs but,,, nothins worked yet yknow mk like tries to make guess abt what vision theyre gonna get one day and mei thinks mk is gonna get pyro and like woah cool just like his da-- i mean pigsy!!! so hes not sayin itd be his one and only choice but thinkin about it and what tang has said abt visions he thinks pyro is def possible bc hes real passionate about a lot of things!! like his job and his friendships and MONKEY KING LORE and yknow all that good stuff so he gets it after doin somethin similar to the big fight at the end of a hero is born just- beatin' the SHIT out dbk ig along with his friends and while hes there and struggling but knowin he has to defeat this guy for the sake of everyone he ends up getting his vision and he doesnt focus on the element too much (it does end up being geo) at first its more just HOW TF DO I USE THIS NOW.. but he ends up doin somethin real wacky and BOOM dbk gone 4 now and like after all that is over n we're back to chilling he and the others r like celebrating bc WOO mk got his vision AND we defeating a huge demon!! and mei is like huh i really thought u were gonna get pyro like me and tang is like pushes up glasses well acTUALLY-- and proceeds to explain why geo visions r given to people and all that and while mk does have a lot of passion which would make it make sense 4 him to have a pyro vision hes far more hardworking with his job already and now that hes monkey kid hes gonna b working even harder to protect people mk's been working hard all his life really, not just with his job and now defeating demons, hes been working hard to get a vision so he could be something greater, his bio parents he doesnt remember much about but they were always so unimpressed and demanding so he tried real hard to live up to their expectations and make them happy because he wants his friends and family 2 be happy,, and hes always tried hard to be something more than what he is as he got older and all the monkey king stories really inspired him a lot and thats why hes loved all this lore and stuff for so many years but like,, he could never be a hero like that,,, oh wait anywho mk is a geo polearm(?) user, dunno if ya could call the staff a polearm buuut thats what im goin' with hes also got monkey king's abilities along with the geo ones so ohu boy,, ill talk more abt that part when i get to wukong and mac ALSO I FEEL LIKE MK COULD ALSO BE PYRO AND I COULD CHANGE IT BUT,, I LIKE GEO TOO,,,, oops all pyro traffic light trio????

next is mei who is a pyro sword,, i dont know much abt her backstory/vision story yet sooo if ya wanna spit some ideas im all ears BC I FEEL BAD NOT HAVIN MORE STUFF FOR HER

i dont got much for red son either buuut heres what i do got; red son kinda already has,, magic of sorts bc,, yknow partial demon (in this hes only like,, half technically. yknow how yanfei is like half adeptus-) but its amplified a bunch by the vision and WOO FIRE and theyre a pyro catalyst honestly debating on whether or not they wold have a book or whatever that other floaty thingy is called but like when i imagine either they kinda look similar to dodoco tales or blackcliff agate hmm,, red's two big passions are building and cooking- his tech could possibly rival that of fontaine's advancements if he wanted it to,, they actually take some inspiration from the works of fontaine as well as for the cooking, u already know, spice master. i want a cooking battle with them and xiangling- they'd laugh at the hottest option on the menu at wanmin red son got their vision pretty early in life- a bit older than he was in canon,, which was still a problemmm and ya can guess why,, demon power fire element amplification little tempermental fire demon boy go boom boom samadhi fire or somethin,, so yeah theyre not as powerful as they could be and the vision was actually taken from them until they were older and more mature i suppose red doesnt remember this- they think they got their vision at an older age since it kinda just appeared by him one morning

tang is dendro but like he doesnt fight so he hasnt found a weapon yet- i think itd be real funny if he was a CLAYMORE or maybe a sword bc of that one episode yknow the one,, but honestly catalyst could work too and hed def have a book one if so dont got a backstory or vision story for him either :( nor do i have much for pigsy but pyro,, somethin. y'all can add to pigsy's stuff if ya want i also feel bad for not havin anything for him but passion = cooking woo

sandy,, hydro catalyst def and hed have a book one too,, i think its a little funny seein this huge ass dude and ur like "oh he could totally wield a claymore" and he could but hes got his little magic book and could still beat the shit out of anyone (not that he would unless needed,, but he COULD)

mo. thats it. just mo.

now to the two givin me the most trouble,,,, wukong and macaque i didnt think too much abt what visions macaque and wukong would have bc like,, they have a lot of powers that could fit each vision really and i was like "AUGH should wukong be pyro or geo or maybe anemo???" and like "should macaque be cryo maybe but agghh electro could also fit but GAH" could they be like,, adepti maybe?? m not sure,, im thinkin adepti with no like specified element but aaauuggh or maybe its a traveler sort of deal with like all the elements but i like the adeptus thing a bit more- then again uhh genshin lore,,,,, yeah i can not keep up with all of it</3 so if it makes no sense it makes no sense,, y'all might have 2 catch me up if somehow they wouldnt b able to be adepti but i still wanna keep somethin similar to monkey king's whole story n whatnot,,

last thing uh,, mk part adeptus or at least starting to match adeptal power now that hes got the staff and monkey king powers?? not sure again genshin lore is,, tricky and then that plus the geo vision

wellll thats all i gots for now,, if i come up with more ill post it, but for nows this is the basis again feel free ta add or share thoughts cause this is very unfinished and like one of those things u think of and throw into ur notes at like 5am and i somehow put no thought and a ton of thought into it at the same time<//3 OK THANKS 4 LISTENING TO MY DUMB MONKEY PLUS GENSHIN THINGY

[mcl38]

i have a theory that the drivers’ car numbers are their mental ages pls hear me out bc i’m right

lewis: he’s mature. stable. he has a scooter because he wants to be down with the kids. experienced but no signs of slowing down. he’s a 44 year old

valtteri: this guy eats so much porridge because his teeth have fallen off. he goes fucking ice fishing. he’s 77 for sure

sebastian: seb is that kid with the red toy car that makes the vroom noises with his mouth. he does the egyptian dance and sings “ta tara ra ta ta” on the radio when he’s happy. he’s 5

charles: tell me this boy is not 16 like - tell me he doesn’t smoke cigarettes just to look cool and posts filtered pictures of him and his girlfriend at the beach on insta with post malone as the caption

max: god have you ever met a single man in his early 30s. he would bully me for not liking beer. he’s stubborn and kind of angry and he’s 33 and you just got dirt on his polo shirt how dare you

alex: alex is a nice normal person. he acts as a person in their early 20s should, so his age is not that far off his real one. he has an instagram for his cats and he loves his siblings- he’s 23

lando: i mean i know theres an issue abt babying lando too much but guys he’s barely been weaned off milk and he only eats pizza and chicken. he’s 4

carlos: carlos is the uncle at the barbeque who makes the comment that doesnt quite sit right with you. he tries to teach you spanish but you don’t like the way he grabs your shoulder when he talks to you because his hands are sweaty. he’s 55

daniel: i mean. he thinks fart jokes are funny and mostly communicates with noises, not words. he’s 3

esteban: ok listen esteban is that woman who reads cosmo and actively takes sides in celebrity divorces. he would name his child khatelynne. he’s 31

sergio: look, personally 11 is the age everything in my life went downhill and i’m still bitter for poor checo so it fits

lance: lance is a hockey boy. he is runner up prom king. he’s 18

(bonus- hulk: if u told me this man is 27 i wouldn’t bat an eyelash idek what his real age is i trust that 27 so much)

pierre: i wouldn’t be surprised if pierre was genuinely into naruto. also there’s a reason all those children’s book plots with the big redeption arcs all happen to pre-teens it’s just a magical age. he’s 10

daniil: apparently daniil is actually 26 but even if he wasn’t, you know when you meet one of those dudes who’s really into learning guitar? they’re always 26. all of them

kimi: kimi is cranky without an ice cream in his hand. he’d pull out the chair from under you and then refuse to speak when the teacher asks him to apologise. he’s 7

antonio: idk man is anyone even sure antonio’s alive like where is he? he’s 99

romain: ah. 8. the perfect age for bumper cars. he took a ratatouille themed cooking class and he won’t shut up about it

kevin: kevin has just gotten out of his teens and he’s growing disillusioned with the instability of life so he takes it out on others. he’s 20

nicholas: this boy likes nutella and mario kart. he’s just started school and his backpack is blue. he’s 6

george: of course george is 63. he tells you stories about what life used to be “back in the day”. centered, patient but lively, george would show me chuck norris memes on facebook and i’d laugh along because i like him.

[gwoongi]

wordless pt.4

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick au), sugar daddy au, angst, crack, fluff rating: mature words: 3.5k warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex a/n: u guys asked and i delivered...tag yourself i’m me saying dancer in the dark was coming first....i was wrong...this is also very sweet considering part 5 will not be :D enjoy while u can!

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Jeongguk’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Jeongguk, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Jeongguk replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Jeongguk sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Jeongguk. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Jeongguk says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Jeongguk bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Taehyung, and Eunji and whoever.”

Jeongguk nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Taehyung. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Eunji definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Jeongguk acts uncomfortable about the way Taehyung sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Jeongguk is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Taehyung’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Jeongguk sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Eunji sips nervously from her glass as Taehyung laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Taehyung says. One of Jeongguk’s other friends, Seokjin (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Taehyung once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Jeongguk passes Taehyung at the door, he glares at Taehyung with eyes that could murder. Taehyung doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Taehyung can even move towards the table, Jeongguk curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Jeongguk says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Taehyung says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Jeongguk to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Jeongguk warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Jeongguk moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Jeongguk asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Jeongguk wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Jeongguk travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Jeongguk sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Jeongguk scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Jeongguk. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Jeongguk enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to the lab with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Jeongguk grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Jeongguk looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Jeongguk asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here.” Another sniff and Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Jeongguk nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Jeongguk gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Jeongguk says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Jeongguk became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Jeongguk tested his principles and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Jeongguk laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Jeongguk spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it, even if he did it out of guilt.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Jeongguk shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Jeongguk invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Jeongguk can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Jeongguk questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Jeongguk never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Jeongguk shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re...you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Jeongguk scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive icecream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Jeongguk barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Jeongguk enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Bro, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving!”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Jeongguk grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Jeongguk knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Jeongguk comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Fourty minutes into an hour video. Jeongguk narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Jeongguk moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Jeongguk enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Jeongguk isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people on the Hangang Bridge waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Jeongguk replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Jeongguk presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Jeongguk groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so...I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Jeongguk shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Jeongguk brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Jeongguk actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of Hangang bridge, and Jeongguk feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Jeongguk hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Jeongguk shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite.

On the rare occasion that guilt consumes Jeon Jeongguk, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Jeongguk isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your patbingsu.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Jeongguk carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Jeongguk is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Jeongguk twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the patbingsu. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get Korean desserts. Why can’t Korea be satisfied with an ice-cream sundae?

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Jeongguk, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Jeongguk shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you~”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Jeongguk’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Taehyung swinging by to get you from school since Jeongguk felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Taehyung drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Jeongguk’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Jeongguk’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Jeongguk’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Jeongguk at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Jeongguk, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Jeongguk returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Jeongguk’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Jeongguk finds you in Taehyung’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Jeongguk laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

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