#labrador necklace

[soraviie]

you compare yourself to him 2.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ part I here

━ about: angst atop of angst and some fluff

━ a/n: Bacchus here is a reference to a Korean energy drink in Yoongi's part. Jimin's part is my own favourite one :)

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: The world is...beige. Since when? Blinking away the heavy grogginess, you reach to touch the material on your face before removing it. Looking around one might think you'd slept through the whole warfare as every surface is covered in clothes. Amidst the maelstrom like a blur in the wind is Namjoon, tossing everything he could find all around. You reach to hook a finger around a silver chain necklace inexplicably dangling on a bedside lamp. You remember this one. You'd gifted him this in Tartu on a whim of being overwhelmingly lovesick for his dimples.

"Are you fleeing the country?" you rasp, voice falling gruff from the disuse. It had been...hard to talk after the gallery. Or look at yourself in the mirror. Or leave the bed.

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon whips around, accidentally pulling along with him a lightbox. Dimly you watch it clatter on the ground.

"Baby! Hello! Did you sleep well?" he asks with an eagerness of a zealous labrador and you frown.

"Well enough. Have you gone mad? Perhaps?"

He laughs as though this simple remark was the finest joke in the land.

"No, I'm very focused and logical," he chirps and your frown deepens. No way his brain was not harmed somehow. This was...suspicious to say the least.

"Listen, I'm going to be on the TV today -"

"You always are," dryly you point out but then he crawls on the bed and practically sticks his face into yours, so close you go cross-eyed.

"Make sure you watch it, okay? It'll be a live. Starts at 3."

"Okay," flustered you comply and as his breath fans your face the suspicion surges. "How many energy drinks have you had?"

"Nine!"

Your eyes pop open but you can't do much about it as he glimpsed down, finds the necklace glimmering between your fingers and lets out a jubilant cry.

"I've been looking for this thing! Thank you!" he begins leaving rushed kisses all over your face, graciously ignoring any protests. "Thank you, baby! My moon and stars!"

Was he drunk as well?

Pulling back just as haphazardly he glanced at the clock, breathing a horrified gasp.

"Oh, shit, I'm late! But the mess..." he tosses a guilty glimpse at the destroyed closet before you push him.

"I'll..I'll clean it, just go."

You had little to do anyway, not like you could go to a gallery to have worldly people fun. At that, a natural scoff worms upon your face.

"Thank you! I love you! I love you so much!" he yelps and presses himself fervently against you, capturing your lips in a sloppy, frantic kiss. The taste of energy drinks spills onto your mouth. The next you know, your boyfriend becomes Sonic and is out of the door leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

Typical.

You're still folding some pants when reluctantly the weight of the promise burdens you too much and end up switching the TV, knowing in your heart that seeing him in his role as an idol, you'll only feel more distant. What sort of girlfriend tunes into the TV to see their boyfriend not just call them? What sort of girlfriend were you at all? You frown at the leg of the pants, bunching it in your palms before releasing it. A lame one. You were a lame girlfriend.

It couldn't be said that this interview was anything else that you hadn't seen and heard hundred times before but one thing does stick out like red in a sea of mourners. Namjoon looks like a goddamn patchwork game. You can squint and frown, an action which is done by many, including the interviewer, his band, and the camera operator probably as well. The look presented makes it seem he was blind, drunk, and high when choosing his clothes and also made that choice in a closet belonging to a crazy person. Green baggy pants, a red turtleneck, a white, little scarf, a beret and the necklace proudly laid to glisten in the middle of his chest which that turtleneck is giving it all to protect.

Was this his way of saying he needed a break?

"Uh, Namjoon, to address the uh...elephant in the room," the interviewer begins, pulling the collar of the shirt aside, under pressure to both ask and be very polite about it. "Are you experimenting with new fashion these days?"

"No," he beams back, suspiciously innocent and wide-eyed. "These are my favourite clothes! They give me comfort and remind me of being loved whenever I go."

You think back and start piecing together, a patchwork of your own if you will, that these were all things you got him. Some you had forgotten - the joke beret, the necklace but the red turtleneck was an impromptu Christmas present while the green pants he wanted but didn't have the time to go out and buy himself.

"I see," the interviewer drawls. "To segway off what you said, as k-pop idols, love is certainly a big part of your songs, may I ask how you view love on your own? Is it something you share with your image or is it completely different?"

"Well, I-" Taehyung begins but is immediately interrupted by Namjoon whose eagerness makes him look like a complete maniac. Poor Taehyung can only blink owlishly and then let the matter be.

"Thank you so much for asking! I've thought a lot about love, I always made it complicated in my head, but now I know better. Love is being understood," his eyes snap straight into the camera and you flinch as you hold eye contact. "It's to be comfortable and feeling heard. Most of the time you know people say you have to be of similar interests, that then you'll be able to bond better but that is simply not true. People are not bonded together by their diplomas, how many stamps they have on their passport or how many painting meanings they can discern."

Your cheeks flush.

"They are bonded because they share one another and that's what's important not the trivial nonsense others may push upon them. The world is made of perspectives and whenever our loved ones express their thoughts it becomes a better, more interesting place. And I think we ourselves as well. What matters is not how many, let's say, artwork meanings they get but how much of us they get."

"And do you feel..."get"?" the interviewer asks awkwardly and Namjoon splits into a broad smile.

"Very much so. I need nothing of no one else."

YOONGI: He stands there menacingly. A (not so) tall shadow cast over your bed at the very break of the dawn.

"You slept well?" he asks. Menacingly. Cause that's what he was. Menacing. Even the package in his hands is...menacing. You scurry to press yourself against the headboard. There's a determined gleam in his eye, one that says he was up to something and will see the fruits of his labour even if it kills him.

"Umm it was okay. Why are you cosplaying as the boy from the Grudge?"

He whines and the sinister aura disappears. You had hoped to avoid him for some days. Despite your best intentions, the words that you were only charity to Yoongi repeated their heinous loop over and over in your head.

"It was meant to be cute," he pouts. "Like watching over you in a guardian sort of way."

"Ended up with Brahms," you mutter and then erupt in a fit of coughs, dryness in the throat making it hard to speak.

Yoongi's face sours in an instant.

"Did you fall mute again?"

You shrug. It's easy not to talk when you don't exist. He sighs but doesn't prod, knowing full well he can't force things to be alright.

"Would you be up for dinner? A fancy one?"

You incline your head to the package and he hands it over. Inside sits dinner wear made of the finest quality.

"Why?" you rasp. "You don't usually like dressing up."

He shrugs and something about it has your eyes narrowing.

"Just wanted to do something different," he replies a bit too offhand. "Are you up to it?"

"I-" another cough interrupts the sentence and Yoongi rushes to get a glass of water. "Thank you. Okay. We can go to dinner."

Another dinner, yey, you think to yourself dryly but he seems for some reason excited and it would be no good to be a curmudgeon to him as well.

"Thank you, Bacchus," he bids softly and leans to kiss the top of your head.

You snort at the nickname.

But the dinner extravaganza didn't simply end there. With every passing second, the mystery tightened like an Agatha Christie novel. Yoongi insisted on you taking the car he ordered, tinted windows to add, to an undisclosed restaurant and with the driver oathed to not speak a word of it. Your phone he asked to shut off as well. Not put it on mute but turn it off entirely. You partially wondered if he hit a psychotic break of sorts and/or has unfortunately turned into a murderer. Mulling over the heartbreak that would be if your honey boy would turn into a killer, you were stunned to see a familiar face when climbing out of the car. Your mother.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She was dressed to the nines as well and seemed rather shocked to see you climbing out of the car. Around her neck sat a pearl necklace one you don't recall her having and she was nervously twiddling with it in front of the restaurant's host. A restaurant that you very purposefully avoided as one of its managers was none other than that annoying, grating, stick-so-far-up-her-ass-its-practically-impaling-her cousin of yours.

"I don't know," she replied, glancing around. "Your boyfriend asked me to be here."

Before you could answer anything, the host urged you to enter into a private area as was the case when you dined with someone who needed absolute security at all times. The group wasn't all that large, consisting of yourself, your mother, your aunt, the aunt who wasn't as cool as the first one her weird husband and their dog even, who was sporting a fancy bowtie for the occasion. By the table sat Yoongi and though many would say he appeared stoic you knew exactly what that sly, scheming son of a biscuit had done this evening. He raised to stand, politely bid welcome to all your relations who as always didn't know how to act so they settled on an ungainly silence, and then gave you flowers before kissing your cheek. By the bar, her eyes glinting like two wildfires, sat your cousin gurgling her own poison most likely.

"I'm so going to choke you for this," you discreetly whisper into his ear but he only smiles.

With alcohol loosening much of the knotted tongues, the dinner progressed smoothly. Yoongi occasionally coquettishly leaned in, so unlike him, and brushed his nose against your cheek. All, of course, a part of an elaborate apology.

"But you were afraid of my mother," you argue, walking hand in hand back home. Where your cousin went you did not know but it was unlikely she would be present at the next meeting.

"Still am," he chuckles but even then there is an undercurrent of fright running deep. "But after you hung up I called her and she relayed that you looked like a ghost for the rest of the evening. And I know I said this a thousand times but I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not always there for you, I'm sorry for being absent, I'm sorry if anyone ever made you feel like you're invisible," he sighed, stretching he tie looser from his neck and you adjusted his hair, mussed by a strong gust of wind.

"Still you don't need to do all that," softly you say. "It's enough for you to just show up sometimes and be awkward in the corner."

"I know," he kisses the top of your head pushing the doors open. "Just wanted to show that you're the only one I see."

JIN: In a fashion that probably millions of other people did before him he pretended everything was fine. That it was all fine. What was it? Fine. Normal. Nothing was happening. Everything's usual. The same old. And then he cried in the bathroom stall for ten minutes, before forcing it to all stop and pretending that it was all fine.

But as your things became scarcer and two lives that he meant to unite forever were separated, clinically and detached like a scalpel of a surgeon, the less he could pretend it was fine.

It wasn't fine. It was over.

Jin was never one for relationship theatrics to say that his life was over as well but now he realized that it was - the life he wanted at least and possibly could have had in the future - was dust.

But there is some truth to the idea that sometimes loving someone was leaving them, letting them go in a wind, like a migrating bird, away from the winter of discontent and into the summer of ease.

And you assure him it's nothing he had done. Perhaps that's the most infuriating part, it's nothing he'd done so he can't correct, he can't change the world for you even if he wants to oh so bad. But harder still is to watch, watch you be a hollow shell, driven to a point of insecurity so high you ill. No jokes of his, no smiles, no well-meaning words of his can change the sentiment.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the world you live in."

Even if he wouldn't be an idol, it's a world Jin has always lived in. He knows how to not buckle underneath the waves of judgment cause he had swum in them since but a bare-bottomed infant.

"You can always crash here or call me if you need help," he offers, trying to sound as light as possible while helping you pack the last boxes. Such a strange thing to help the love of your life leave you but despite all Jin has always wanted to take care. So he takes care one last time.

"That's not how it works," you laugh. It's dry and humourless and he wonders how long will it take for you to move on. The love is not lost it just couldn't conquer all as lovely as that would be.

"Yeah, I guess so," he scuffs his slipper against the floor. The home is empty now. It feels physically wrong and Jin hopes to himself this would all be a bad dream. That this is the same night he got you from the police station and this was a concoction of the mind, wormed and plagued by guilt.

"Eat well, okay," he reminds. There's so much he wants to say but he lets himself choke on those words. Why? He doesn't quite know but the last thing he wants to do is make you feel any worse. That's not what a good partner does. Even if he's soon to not be one.

"I will," you promise. "Remember to stretch once in a while, you play too many video games, they can make your muscles tense."

He doesn't trust his voice so Jin nods. And just like that, it's over. A thirty-second walk to the elevator is all he gets instead of a whole life he'd been so certain of. But even now he thinks that better you be happy than miserable by his side. The elevator dings and he's buying seconds, he would put his entire fortune for just a minute.

"Where will you be travelling exactly?" he asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere warm, somewhere cold. Find myself again," you reply, pretending it's all fine as well. If you acknowledge the reality for just a second, you'll break and so you delude yourself. For just a bit.

Jin nearly says to send him a lot of videos but then bites on his tongue. The elevator opens and you climb in, a suitcase behind you, a carton box in the crook of your arm. Jin smiles.

"You know, life is strange. Should we suddenly cross paths five years later who knows how it'll turn out, right?"

It's, of course, a hopeful delusion, a length of rope many have tied around their necks with a smile on their face but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. If the movie has a hopeful ending, it's a love story, if not - it's a tragedy and Jin was never one for tragedies.

Be that as it may, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the elevator closes and the rest is silence.

HOSEOK: He glowers. Hoseok is not known for glowering but he does so to his earnest. The foot tapping the floor nearly makes a dent in the material as he waits. Waits for you like a disappointed parent or a hunter lying in an ambush. Hoseok himself doesn't particularly care what he is as long as he gets what he wants which is you at home.

She's not cheating, she would never cheat, he tells himself but isn't that what all poor bastards of the world thought. The hallway is dark and you stumble freely, assuming he's not here and then nearly crack your skull open when seeing him stand stoic like a statue in the dark.

"Fucking hell!" you yell and he jumps, somehow startling himself by the loudness of your voice.

"Welcome back," he greets you cooly, turning on the lights. "Hoped I was out?"

You stand squirming in guilt and avoiding his gaze exactly like a cheater would but there's no cologne on your blouse or a hickey on the neck. The only thing you carried was a plastic bag with snacks. Cheap, cheap snacks.

He takes it away from your hands and peers inside. Ramen, cotton buds, chocolate chips, and seaweed for some reason.

"I don't understand," he breathes out. "You're...all this time...every time you're not home you're doing grocery shopping?"

You don't answer anything and his brows furrow in confusion.

"_____________, I don't understand. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing wrong per se," you brush off. "It's just I..."

"I?" he urges.

"It's where I feel like I belong."

For a while, he leans into the wall and then it clicks together.

The store was perhaps the most normal thing possible with people going about their day, hardly any limelight. Hardly any luxury.

"You're with me, I love you," he sighs. "My world is your world."

"Yeah," you brush off, clearly lying. "I know."

And perhaps it's the stress or perhaps the fierceness with which he's ready to tie himself to you, a move he never thought he could wholeheartedly make, he has none of it. Which brings him back to a party, one in his name once more just a tad more covert.

"I don't know about this," you stammer, trying to pull your hand away from his.

"Just trust me. Don't you trust me?"

"Not with that tone," you whine crossing the street. "Listen, I'm happy your album is a success, couldn't be prouder -"

Hoseok's ears flush to this day when hearing any praise from your mouth.

"Thank you."

"- but you can, you know, have fun and I'll chill out somewhere else."

He whips around.

"Is it something someone said?" he confronts and you awkwardly glance away.

"They don't need to say it, it's apparent. I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in these places."

"I don't care for them and neither should you! If these parties are about me, then you should always be a part of them. I invite all the guys, all the time -"

"Yeah, you all work in the same field," you roll your eyes and he lightly flicks your forehead.

"Dummy, they're my family, you're my family and my family is with me in celebrations."

You gaze at your intertwined hands.

"Obviously, I can't and shouldn't force you to be here but trust me and maybe I can make you feel a little bit better."

You draw a heavy sigh, bemoaning to yourself about the sacrifices of love and with gritted teeth step into the enemy territory. It's loud and bright with many strangers surrounding you like flies around honey. You notice Jin and Jungkook tucked away neatly in the corner and they offer knowing nods of the head. You frown at them and turn to the stage where there's a podium and a magnificent chair like a throne behind it. Hoseok sits you, confused, down in it, sort of in the background but always present like an overarching symbolic presence and if people look then even faster they swerve away in guilt. Hoseok's smile is bright and polite but there is no question about it that the line "let's be friendly" means no one so much as opens their mouth to toss a curt comment or swerve their eye your way in an inappropriate manner. In between Hoseok frequently checking back and Jin pulling you into a nameless 1v1 phone game, you forget of the crowd, their judgement and your need for their opinion. Whenever you glance up, Hoseok is there giving an encouraging smile and you realize the one opinion that matters the most will never waver from always being in your favour.

JIMIN: The money spilt all across the counter as Mari yelped, startled when the door was simply kicked open.

"I-I'm sorry but we're clo-"

"What is this?" Jimin's voice comes with a sharpness you'd never ever heard before. It makes you swallow nervously, eyes lingering on the paper slip clutched in his palm.

"I...I explained what it is," you squirm anxiously and Mari's head is a blur, switching to left and fro in between you both.

"We..we have to keep closing," she whimpers, shrivelled small by the register squeaking in a barely audible tone.

Jimin's eyes snap towards her and she immediately withers underneath his rage.

"Just go home," you order her, tired, and she doesn't have to be told twice. Only a second passes before she's scurrying to the door. Momentarily, you can see that she recognizes the masked stranger but that makes her eyes only hang lower as she desperately tries to not be remembered, probably counting the sum of his displeasure in her head. When the bell rings to announce her exit, the air presses down with tension.

You twist the towel in your hands, pulling a deep breath to speak a string of words that cut your heart open.

"Jimin, I want...I want to break up."

"No."

A pause.

"No?" stunned, you echo.

"I'm not breaking up with you."

He has pulled the mask off his face and his eyes are crazy. They're rimmed red. He's been crying.

"You can't just -" you begin to object but he quickly interrupts.

"Do you still love me?"

The question takes you by surprise but he's not content with silence.

"Do you still love me?" he reiterates with more strength and you nod, voice catching in the throat.

"I do, but -"

"When we got together I said it would be hard but we promised, you promised that we would work through our problems together."

"I'm sorry," you murmur.

"Not accepted," Jimin snaps and you flinch. "What was this - "I'm sure in time you'll find yourself a more appropriate partner with whom you'll feel happier." With all due respect, ______________, you do not get to dictate what or to whom I should feel something. I'm dating you because I want you, not a model, not an idol or whoever you think is "good" for me. I want you."

"But what if I begin to resent you?" glaring at your shoes you listlessly argue but Jimin's face doesn't differ from the hard scowl with which he barged here into.

"I'm not going to part with the love of my life on a what if," he sneered throwing your breakup letter decidedly into the trash.

"But I'll just be a burden-!"

"Oh for the love of!" he throws his hands into the air. "You're not a burden for asking my help. I want to do it, you understand? Me! I want to help you, I want to provide for you, that's what I want not what you force me to do," completely worked himself into a heated tirade, he barely took a breath before pelting the words one after another like hail upon your shoulders.

"We're going to go home, talk about our problems and then live happily ever after, god fucking damnit!"

You stand mutely, hunched in yourself quite like a berated kid. Exhaling slowly through the nose, Jimin's rage seems to abate, if a little bit, and for a lingering pause, there's only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock filling the air.

"I still need to close," you shuffle, sensing the familiar sting in the eyes.

"Fill out the documents," he replies stiffly but at least not sneering anymore. "I'll do the rest. You must be tired."

You comply without a question sitting down to fill out the proper numbers. Jimin's ensnared with dusting the countertops, mopping the floor, and gathering the trash. An unsightly, lowly work that a national star like him shouldn't be doing but he does. He does it all.

TAEHYUNG: He keeps thinking that it can't simply end like that - on a slammed door in the silence. But it does. It's inevitable like seeing your favourite movie with a sad ending over and over again, always hoping that the familiar reel will somehow change, that the world will be a better place than it is but the movie is set and the ending is set and everything is set in stone. Taehyung's role is set to play the irredeemable villain and be ruined by his own actions.

"This..you know...big city...but lovers find their way," he slurs in a bar with only Jimin to keep tabs on him. He's angry, untalkative and quite upset as Taehyung lost the love of his life and he lost a good friend all in one fell swoop. It's only because of Jimin's curt text of "way to miss your girlfriend's birthday, prick" that he came to his senses. He'd rushed home all at once though it did no good. The apartment was empty, the neighbours vouched for you moving out and in the trash, he found a single, crumpled note. It began and ended with only one word - V. Not Taehyung the one he's always been to you but V. There was nothing after it but he kept it still.

"Lovers...they find each other in every life right?" he asks but Jimin remains obstinately quiet yet when comes the time to weep he reaches out to pat his friend's back.

"It's just a scarf!" he yells into the stylist's face. "It's just a scarf! What's the big deal? It fits the theme, right? Just let me keep it!"

Namjoon having rushed to the room inspects this strange friend of his, backed into the corner with an expression so vicious he fails to recognize him. He doesn't know what happened but he knows the way Taehyung hugs the scarf to his chest, to protect, to cradle it like a kindling flame. He knows grief when he sees one.

"Just leave him alone," he orders the stylist and Taehyung is let on the stage with a scarf on his neck, one he doesn't stop touching throughout the entirety of the event. It was the only thing left besides the note, otherwise, you'd been very thorough, combing your life free of him in all conceivable ways. World as always goes on and Taehyung hates it for it doing so. Rather it'd stop, rather it stand completely still so he can mould himself into time itself and stop existing. He sees fractures of you in scenarios of happy strangers, of hands intertwined and smiles shared, a life lived together as he always wanted to. He intended to with such certainty it's like the very basis underneath his feet is crushed. He never assumed it'd go so wrong.

Largely he keeps this obsession to himself, of fear of being judged, of being called crazy, only Jimin knows and in his neverending love for his friend, he tolerates it. Partially in the happier moments, Taehyung tries to romanticize the situation. In any good love story, one person meets another and they are split apart by circumstance only to end up together. Forgiveness always wins and love prevails. That's what he was told since being a baby. This was...this was his term of punishment, a way to apologize for his actions but nothing of the sort is of course real. The reality which Taehyung was never too fond of was much more sterner and cutthroat. You didn't love him anymore = you left. The End.

The End.

He lives in dreams and he lives in love that now is just an echo.

But the wronger still comes the day when your scarf splits at the seams. It can't be fixed, it can't be brought back, it's just ruined and gone and it sits in Taehyung's hands - useless. Still, he shoves the threads in his pocket, fully aware that there was a line, a fine line to be drawn but he can't bring himself to draw it. If he stops hoping, just for a second, his movie will end like it was always meant to be.

JUNGKOOK: "Please come home."

"No."

The begging had been going on for almost half an hour. Both attempts were fruitless, his - to get you back, yours - to get him to leave.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't accidentally step on my foot! You told me my entire life is useless. That I'm wrong for being not like you."

He licks his dry lips and runs a hand through the messed-up hair. Unwillingly, you notice that his knuckles were faintly bleeding. The temperature had dropped suddenly overnight. He must have forgotten to lotion them. Not that it mattered now. Though he had quite a lot to argue about that.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I said. I was stupid, petulant and..." he sighs, staring at the floor. "Jealous."

"Over what?" you tilt an eyebrow.

"Yoongi. You get along with Yoongi. He gets you and I was scared so I lashed out."

"It's not an excuse," listlessly, you frown at his figure lodged halfway into your friend's apartment. A safe haven, he somehow managed to find out about. One couldn't argue with how driven Jungkook was. A quality you did not appreciate much right now.

"What do you want here? That I'll spring back into your arms, magically find some sort of passion and suck you off in gratitude?!"

"No!" he objects. "No! It's not like that!"

"Then explain! Explain for us lowly, dispassionate losers what is this all about?!"

He begins to twiddle with his thumbs, tongue playing with the back of his lip ring. It wasn't often that a 1.79m, tattoed muscle mass known as Jeon Jungkook could possibly appear small but he appeared as such in this very moment.

"I just want you back. Want to eat my words," when you open your mouth to tear him a new one, he hurries faster. "But I know I can't. So I am asking, I'm begging to give me a chance. Not forgiveness, just a chance to start over. As...friends...if you'd like. I'll get to know you anew, open mind this time. Be as you are. That's all I'm asking."

"Friends?" you parrot, part scornful, part impressed. He used to drone on and on about how he always wanted to be more than friends, how that name was like a lightless void to him, an unshakeable role in the distance he was desperate to breach so to hear him offer that very role so eagerly was if anything a symbol of truly wanting to listen. If he could be trusted.

You assess him sternly, tucking away the feeling of a girlfriend far way.

"If we do it, if!" you emphasize yet his eyes gain a hopeful tint. Retribution. "I want to be able to cut ties without you throwing a fit, tracking me down and doing this because this," you wave over his crouched figure. "Is not cute. It's annoying. One strike and you're out! And we start as friends!"

He's not deterred in the slightest on the opposite his face is glowing.

"I'll get to know you as I should have," he promises. "No judgement."

You let out a prolonged, irritated sigh.

"I hate you."

"I don't," he replies, nose scrunched in happiness. "Not in the slightest."

© soraviii/soraviiie 2022-23

[anashins]

hiii I love your stories and I was wondering if you could do a jaehyun story where he gets you a puppy but the puppy has a necklace on with a diamond ring 💍 please 🥰

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: On your birthday, your boyfriend surprises you with a gift you have always dreamed of getting - and with a second one you might have never dreamed of receiving at all.

A/N: Such a cute idea, I hope you like it! 💗

“What is that?”

Your boyfriend walked into the living room with a huge packet almost the size of your padded stool. It was towering over him and blocking his view while he carried it in his arms so that he somehow had to blindly navigate his way to the couch where he carefully placed the packet on the cushion. 

It was made of simple cardboard, but adorned with a broad, red ribbon that went all the way around and up, tied to a huge bow at the very top. No colorful wrapping paper, and only upon a closer look, you noticed that it wasn’t sturdy at all, close to falling apart at any moment.

“That’s your birthday present,” Jaehyun announced proudly. “I told you you’ll get yours later today.”

“So big?” you wondered. “What can that be? I didn’t ask for anything this big.”

“Maybe it’s a gift, in a gift, in a gift…”

You smiled and approached the present, realizing by then that the cardboard had holes in it, and not the tiny ones that might have happened by accident. When you perked up your ears, you also overheard noises that definitely shouldn’t come from within a package that held a simple gift in it.

Whipping your head aside to face your boyfriend who met your shocked look with a mischievous one, you let out a squeal. “No, you didn’t!”

“Open it already!” Jaehyun urged playfully. “Can’t you hear how desperately he wants to get out? He’s already been in there for a few minutes, he’s desperate to get to know his new mommy.”

With hasty motions of your fingers, you untied the bow, but your excitement prolonged the undoing as you often slipped and tugged on the wrong ends. When the knot eventually came apart, the entire packet did too, each part of the cardboard falling to its respective side, and in the middle of it sat a puppy.

It was a dark brown labrador with the biggest eyes you had ever encountered. Its ears were turned down, the tongue sticking out and mouth curled up as though smiling at you, giving you the  specific look puppies were so popular for. 

“You’re crazy, Jaehyun!” you screamed.

“Haven’t you mentioned every so often that you always wanted a dog?”

You got on your knees and stretched out your arms, and the puppy directly jumped on your lap from where you scooped it up and held it close to your chest like a baby. It didn’t protest at all. Instead, it turned its head up to yours and started licking your cheek.

Your boyfriend laughed delightfully. “See? It loves you so much already. Relatable. That’s how I felt when I first met you too.”

“Do we even have all the utensils to keep…” You paused.

“Him,” Jaehyun ended your sentence. “Yes, everything is in the car. He’s a shelter dog, so we also did something good by adopting him. We can give him a warm home like he deserves.”

For many months, you had discussed adopting a dog, preferably rescuing one from the shelters to provide struggling animals a life they deserved to live. But for all these months, you had also not gone through with the process, because of many self-doubts from your part. Whether it was too much responsibility, whether you would be good caregivers, whether it would ever feel at home at your place.

Struggles that your boyfriend, with one bold move on your birthday, wiped all away. Suddenly, you didn’t care about these doubts anymore. Looking into the pet's begging eyes, you were assured that despite the mistakes that you would surely make in the future, you would be able to provide the best home for him.

You snuggled up to your new dog. “Move, Jaehyun. It’s all about him now,” you joked. “No, but really… thank you so much. I love him so much already. And I love you so much too, of course!”

“Wow, will it always be like this from now on? Me coming second?”

"Definitely!" you laughed.

Your boyfriend then fell entirely into silence, nervously kneading his hands, and you wondered what he was up to when he suddenly remarked, “Have you seen his collar yet?”

“Why?” You moved your head, but the puppy was positioned in your arms in such a way that there was no way you could get a glimpse at his collar. “Does it already have a name?”

“No, we’ll be looking for a name together,” Jaehyun explained. “Just… take a look at the collar.” And under his breath, barely loud enough for you to still hear, he muttered, “Damn, I have planned on this going a different way.”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“Nothing,” he shrugged it off. “Just… give him to me to look at the collar.” Jaehyun took the dog in his own arms, positioning him in a way that provided you a clear look at the collar he was so obsessed with. “Actually, he was not the only birthday gift.”

You saw it glittering from the corner of your eyes first before you focused your gaze on your puppy’s neck. On the red collar he was wearing, there was something hanging. Not a name or address tag as you would expect, but something that usually didn’t belong there.

You widened your eyes and then gasped, fingers reaching for a jewelry attached to the collar you had never never owned before, but knew the purpose of right away. Just in the moment realization dawned on you, Jaehyun got on his knees with the puppy still in his arms.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, eyes as big and expectant as the puppy’s who were both gazing at you. “I mean… us?”

This moment was so unexpectedly cute, you couldn't help but laugh, choked with emotion. As you covered your still opened mouth with your palms, you also had to hold back a few tears. Even after years together, this man never failed to surprise you in every possible way.

“Yes, of course I want to marry you!” you then blurted out before Jaehyun laughed himself and detached the ring from the collar. 

When he got back on his feet, the puppy now jumping happily around your feet, you let him put the ring on your respective finger, sealing your new future with a kiss.

[terristarstrike]

Meet The Students of Westshore High:

Khadija Saleh: Khadija is the student body president of Westshore High and the occasional righthand assistant of the principal. Born of Palestinian and Egyptian descent, she is a proud Arab who rallies her fellow students with impeccable speeches and a leading spirit. She gets her experience of being in front of the camera from being the school's morning show host. As Bailynn's closest human friend and confidant, she is supportive of her half-Jotuzon friend embracing her true identity.

Khadija enjoys go-kart racing with her friends, and studying ancient Egyptian mythology in her free time, an interest that she inherited from her Egyptian archeologist father - although she's more bonded with her Palestinian mother. She becomes fascinated with the unexplained phenomena surrounding the town of Westshore, and wants to dive deeper into the mythology of the Jotuzons.

Cassandra Levi: A Jewish-American theatre kid with an attachment to her mothers' baking, Cassandra is the tallest and klutziest of the team, but still knowledgable when it comes to Westshore's paranormal encounters. You can always find her in the library, researching on Jotuzons or getting caught up in a good fictional adventure.

Cassie may not be the bravest or the brightest, but she remains loyal and present to help her friends with their issues. She is a passionate member of the school's drama club and wants to be a movie director after she graduates. She lives in a downtown apartment with her two mothers, and her Labrador dog Licorice. Cassie is a lesbian but is unsure of whether she wants to start dating, but her first love is her moms' sufganiyot and challah bread. She is also fiercely anti-Zionism, and very protective of her friendship with Khadija.

Chelsea Taleb-Stiles: A Lebanese-American (or Christian Lebanese-American) fashionista and a respected member of Westshore High's cheerleading squad. With her go-go boots and signature pearl necklace, Chelsea mostly spends her time spreading gossip about the celebrities her rich white stepmother is associated with, while also showcasing her daily life on her internet vlog series.

Sharing the space with Terrina at Westshore High causes her to use her platform for good, giving the Jotuzons a positive social reputation to combat alien-phobic protests. She's also looking to go into the dating scene, though it can be a lot trickier than what she's seen in those sappy teen drama shows. All in all, she may come off as the typical mean girl, but she's a lot more fun and sweeter underneath her exterior.

Sprite De La Rosa: Sprite is a Mertilian of Afro-Dominican and Haitian descent, born within the depths of the Caribbean Sea. Currently residing in the Pacific Ocean, she was brought to Westshore after a ferocious storm separated her from her family. While she's learning to walk on her two human legs, Sprite is educating her fellow students about her Dominican culture, and she even gets to be a beautician and hairstylist for many of her friends, believing in the value of Black and Latina haircare.

Sprite is a hopeless romantic who always loves good romantic fiction, whether they're in movies or books. She's eagerly waiting for her true love to come her way, but she values the love and care of her new team. At school, Sprite is a volleyball player, but is hesitant about joining the swimming team, as she is wearing her magical shell necklace to hide her mermaid secret from the other students.

Izzy Scott: Sassy, unorthodox, and full of pride, Izzy Scott doesn't care what people think of them. They have a fashion sense and a mindset of their very own. Izzy identifies themself as a nonbinary, autistic lesbian - the ultimate triple threat to society! - but all they really want is to make new friends and maintain a friendship.

Izzy lives with their divorced father, who may have a hard time understanding their gender identity but loves his child unconditionally for all of their decisions. They are a member of the school's soccer team, they love to dance around in P.E. class, and they have a hard time focusing in the classroom when they're watching videos in the middle of learning. Izzy may not come off as a social butterfly, but they're passionate about spending time with their team and embracing the fun of being part of a team.

[parniathedevil]

Guys GUYS I'm drawing ResidentDust! Sans :V i know you remember him :D

So here him XD

P!Sasha's ref here

His Story

Genocide Timeline

When he found out that his son ALLEYE was killed by Frisk, he decided to stop Frisk and made him kill her, and he couldn't forgive himself because he killed a child and made Frisk's half soul become sans' soul and his eyes turned red. He proceeded to kill all the monsters, including SASHA, so that there would be no monsters to break the barrier that the humans made

More information :

* He is psychotic and has a lot of depression, so don't let him go

* He is very loves manga and comics because he reads Alphys' memories

* His soul, which is already four colors, means that the soul of Sasha, Papyrus, Alphys, and Frisk has joined his own soul

* Frisk's necklace is half black since Frisk was killed, and that's why Sans can use it to make a red knife

*the Dustjar, it's Aphys' dust

* He injures his left hand with Alphis's cutter, but his HP is not reduced (Alphys uses a cutter for her labrador work)

NAME:SANS

HP: +99

DF: 1

HE WANTS TO KILL YOU SO JUST RUN AWAY... =)

[thatndginger]

OC Deep Dive Tag

thank you very much @pandoras-comment-box for the tag (their answers for the fantastic Cal and Finder here!)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs!

I used a random die roll to pick which character got to answer these, and apparently the universe really likes Warrick right now, because he's the winner~

What uncommon/common fear do they have? 

Warrick is scared of heights, and also of outer space. His reasoning for that last one is that it is a near-perfect vacuum devoid of anything except for bullshit fake-but-actually-not stuff called ‘dark matter’ and ‘dark energy’. Of course he should be scared! Also: aliens.

Do they have any pet peeves? 

For someone who doesn’t really care about germs, he really hates it when people don’t wash their hands before putting them anywhere near their mouths. Or any orifice, really.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? 

A duffel bag full of spraypaint cans. A poster for the “4th international motorcycle speed event” of 1964. A white, sheer silk shirt with a floral pattern.

What do they notice first in a person? 

Confidence, or lack thereof.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 

For minor injuries 3/10. For major injuries 8/10. He’ll whine to hell and back about a stubbed toe, but will try to play off a dislocated joint like it’s no big deal.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? 

Usually flight, unless he’s been backed into a corner.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? 

Yes, because Warrick considers the Pack to be his family. There are roughly 20-30 people who consider themselves Pack (the numbers fluctuate some as people come and go) which is a big family. And while he’s kind of flighty and forgetful Warrick’s end goal is to make sure they’re safe.

What animal represents them best?

…. Well, he is a werecougar. But if I had to pick another animal, it’d be a labrador retriever: friendly, loyal, sometimes kind of dumb, and 10th most dangerous dog breed in the US statistically.

What is a smell that they dislike? 

Banana.

Have they broken any bones? 

Yup. He’s broken a couple toes and fingers, and once one of the bones in his tail while in cougar form.

How would a stranger likely describe them? 

Cute in a gangly goofball way, flamboyant, fantastic hair, a little spacey.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? 

Night Owl 100%. His preferred schedule is staying awake until 5am and sleeping until 2pm. Or later.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? 

Hate - sweet potato. Love - Fenugreek

Do they have any hobbies? 

Graffiti art, urban exploring, fleecing unsuspecting fools in games of pool.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? 

After he manages to restart his heart, Warrick is so fucking jazzed. People want to celebrate him? And they went to the trouble of planning a surprise party? This is the best thing to ever happen to him. Will try to pretend that this doesn’t make him want to cry happy tears, but is going to hug every single person in the room at least once and will be smiling like a loon the entire time.

Do they like to wear jewelry? 

Oh my god, yes. In addition to being a fashion disaster when it comes to clothes, Warrick loves accessorizing. He’s got a couple ear piercings and an eyebrow piercing that he’ll change out regularly, and always has some assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces. He doesn’t stick to one material either, so it’ll be a mix of gold, silver, leather, shell, or whatever else he’s found. It shouldn’t look good but somehow usually does.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? 

Messy. So messy. Which is hilarious considering his graffiti writing is usually very neat and stylized. But give him a pen and it devolves to chicken scratch.

What are the two emotions they feel the most? 

Excitement and boredom.

Do they have a favorite fabric? 

Silk. Followed closely by linen. He’s a fan of natural fibers.

What kind of accent do they have?

A generic American accent with a bit of that northwestern accent (saying egg like “aygg”, caught as “cot”, pawned as “pond”)

I shall gently tag @sliceoflifeshepard @aritany @half-hell @a-crystallen-author if y'all would like to rant about an oc or two!

Here is a handy list of the questions to make it easy for you:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry? Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric? What kind of accent do they have?

[artsystudiofinds]

Artisan made hand carved 'Eye of Horus' protection amulet in labradorite blessed with cosmic moldavite and amulet is also handmade in silver with love and care in traditional style.

Enjoy the bliss and for more information, please follow the link. Thank you.

[bi-dykes]

a random list of things I’m grateful for

Flowers

Puddles

Cereal

Sunrises

My Mom

My Dad

My Dad being a swiftie

My Mom buying me vitamins

My silk pillowcase

Water

Guacamole

My piano teacher

The colour yellow

The colour pink

Chamomile Tea

My bisexual boyfriend who said he loves me :,)

My nail polish

My wonderful friend who did my nail polish purple

My wonderful friend’s dad who made me quesadillas for dinner

My sister who gave me the most excellent candle ever that smells like heaven

My friend and beloved mutual who I share a blog with <3

The Moon

My bubblebath vanilla soap that has a pinup girl on the bottle :)

Music

Peanut Butter

Frogs

Harlivy (I’m just like. Always grateful for them lmao)

My bisexual friend who always gives such good hugs

My grandma who is the strongest woman I know

My piano

My smile. I have such a cute smile hehe

My cat

My hands so I can PET my cat

My friend who calls me Barbie Girl

My aunt

My other aunt too

My CD player

Lip gloss

Warm showers

My pink lacy bra

Acrylic paints

My birth control prescription

Iced vanilla coffees from Tim Hortans

My moon necklace my mom gave me

My guitar

Me being 1 year clean of self harming 🥳

Strawberries

Ever After High

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Glimbow specifically tehee

Hamlet

My bisexual pins

Dandelions

My dogs ❤️���� rest in peace buddies 🐶 you were both so lovely to have known

My boyfriend’s dog <3

My friend’s Labrador dog <3

Superhero comic books

My first gf. We held hands constantly, we were so darn cute. I hope she’s doing well rn

My human-sized unicorn plushie

My driver’s license

My truck

Dragonfruit

The bi flag I hung my room

The university I attend

Sunsets

Barbie

My ear piercings

The sound of laughter

Blankets

When ppl’s corners of eyes crease up when they smile

Rain

Myself

[bbbexter]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 925 Italy Sterling Silver Labradorite Pendant Chain Necklace 18in.

[art-sciencedesigns]

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[mamaberg]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 50’s Sterling Silver Labrador Doggy Charm For Bracelet Or Pendant.

[angelandgypsy]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Sterling Silver Plated Red Labradorite And Pink Kunzite Statement Necklace Read.

[artsystudiofinds]

Hand carved Eye of Horu Labradorite Necklace handmade in 925 silver in boho style now in my @Etsy store

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[lazerartgraphics]

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[the-doggy-diaries]

my dogkin guide to clothes and fashion 🐾

hi! i haven't made one of these posts in a while and my personal style has been changing lately so i thought i'd make a quick lil guide on how i dress as a doghearted individual! these tips may not work for everyone, but i hope they help some !!!

• signature jewelry that doesn't tarnish. i have a ball-chain necklace with a blank bone-shaped tag on it. since its stainless steel, i can keep it on at all times, even in the shower! it is very affirming and reminds me of the way a dog's collar is on at all times.

• clothes that resemble your fur color/pattern. this may not be very helpful depending on what your fur looks like, but for me it's easy, as i am a chocolate lab! you could even take it a step further and add other colors to represent other aspects of your identity! for example, labradors love water, so maybe i would want to incorporate more blue or white into my style. get creative !!!!!

• represent your fur texture through silhouette! this may seem silly at first but hear me out! if you have a thick coat, wearing multiple layers or baggier clothing may help you feel more comfortable! this of course may not be practical depending on the season and temperature of where you live, but i figured i'd mention it anyways!

that's all for now! please let me know if you found this helpful and if you have any tips that you use, let me know !!!!

[arinnahandcraft]

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