#like always in the boyfriend seat but always ready to give an opinion LOL

[isaut]

Ophie are there any outfits in particular for your divorce au that Rex really loves you in? 👀

gray ily…. there are in fact!!!! rex loves summertime ophie….. wearing skirts and dresses and sandals, just a little more carefree. a little more relaxed. a little more well rested. he just loves the flowing skirts and little tops……. going to dinner after a beach day……

but during the year he has two favorite outfits in rotation…. school year is mostly jeans and tops. always high heels no matter what…. these are definitely friday night going out outfits but they make him constantly do double takes…… (he also has on more than one occasion flung me over his shoulder to carry me home because i wasn’t walking fast enough)

and last but not least……. anything off the shoulder makes him go insane. like nearly unable to function. it’s the collarbones and the shoulders…..

safe to say the closet is endless….. nothing gets thrown out or donated because what if the daughters want to wear them???? rex has emergency out first at his house, which are just a few tshirts, two pairs of jeans, socks and sneakers. he’s concerned about when we move in together because my closet is not kept up to his level of tidiness. he comes over one day to help and realizes it’s never clean because there’s literally not room for anything.

[pengouiz]

We Won't Work in the End, even so, I Keep Hoping Pt. 1

wedding planner!heeseung x fem!reader

content: 1.5k words, angst, hyunjin is reader's fiancé, reader gets married too quick lol, like one cuss word, hyunjin's mom is a bitch, heeseung is kinda a flirt, thats pretty much it

a/n: omg first rodeo kind of nervous guys🫣 pt.2 will be out some time idk

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ house of cards - bts ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Pt. 2

You shut the door as you let out a heavy sigh. You curse yourself for being so irrational. Hyunjin is a great boyfriend. However, you did not expect to be engaged after three months of dating.

You had just gotten home that day after getting a promotion at work. Hyunjin grinned at you as you walked in through the door. He had made you guys dinner that night, and he rarely does that. Everything that day had been going your way.

“Thank you baby, the food tastes amazing.” you say before stuffing your mouth once again. You guys were nearly finished eating, that was until Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Y/n you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met” He says as he gets on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket, “You make me happier than I could ever describe in words and I wanna take this step with you. Will you marry me y/n?”

And that's how you ended up here, dress fitting with hyunjin’s mom.

“Hurry up y/n! there's still more to go through”

You look at yourself in the mirror, brows furrowed as you analyze the way the dress fits your body and fills the spacious fitting room. it's too tight, making it difficult to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many dresses you’ve tried on.

You unlock the fitting room door and make eye contact with hyunjin’s mom. She's always had an opinion on your guy’s relationship, never believing any girl was good enough for her son. You try to be accepting of her judgmental personality, after all, she's gonna be your mother in law.

“It's too tight and I hate how long it is.” you say in an exhausted tone.

“Oh but y/n, it's perfect! Plus, it's only for one day and I'm sure hyunjin will love it.” she challenges

“I appreciate you helping…” you pause, contemplating on whether you should say what you're about to say, “but this is my wedding so why should it matter if you like the dress?”

“Of course it should matter! I’m the only one who knows what's best for him” she says condescendingly.

You scoffed, going back into the fitting room to remove the dress. You put on your hoodie and sweatpants, feeling relieved to be back in comfortable clothing. You check the time, it's almost time to meet with your wedding planner.

“We can finish this tomorrow, I have to meet with the wedding planner” you say, walking past Hyunjin’s mom.

“The least you can do is pick a dress. I knew you weren’t good enough to marry my son.” you decide to ignore her irritating tone and begin walking to your car, being too tired to argue and knowing Hyunjin would take her side, he always did.

—

You arrive at the cafe, scanning the tables in an attempt to find your planner. You spot a guy, typing on his laptop, taking a break to drink his coffee. You walk up to him, hoping you read him right.

“Hi are you a wedding planner by any chance?” your voice quiet as you scramble for your phone, trying to find his name “Lee Heeseung?”

“Yeah I am, im guessing you must be y/n” he answers as he pushes his glasses up

“Yes! Yes, that’s me” You put your hand out to shake his. He grabs your hand and gives it a firm shake. You smile as you wait for him to pull his hand away but he keeps his eyes on you. You clear your throat and he finally lets go.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “We should get started”

—

You and Heeseung talk until it’s dark outside. You discuss the budget and the venue for the wedding, along with getting to know each other. You look around the cafe, realizing the staff is cleaning up and getting ready to close.

“It’s getting pretty late. Could we finish this tomorrow?” you ask as you stand up.

He smiles at you, “Tomorrow works for me.” shutting off his laptop and stuffing it in his bag.

You walk out of the cafe with heeseung and walk towards your car. You see heeseung begin to walk and for a moment you wonder if you should offer him a ride.

“Hey um would you want to ride with me? I mean you know, I could take you home. It's the least I can do since you're planning my wedding?” you ask, unsure of why you're hoping he takes you up on your offer.

“If you really don't mind, I would love to” He smiles at you

He gets into the passenger seat of your car and you start driving. It’s quiet, both of you enjoying the view of the city and the comfort of night. You want to say something, desperate to start a conversation with him. Luckily for you, he speaks up first.

“What made you want to get married?” Curiosity laced his voice as he glanced over to you, watching you come up with an answer.

“I wish I could tell you a happy reason, like I fell in love with him or I believed he was my soulmate.” you say, gripping the wheel tighter, “But no, I said yes because I had just been in a good mood. That's it, that's the reason. And I’m not even sure it's what I want anymore” you sigh, feeling relieved to say that.

You both stay quiet for what feels like forever, the tension of your outburst lingering in the car. Heeseung doesn’t know how to comfort you, especially since you just met 5 hours ago.

“I’m sorry, today’s been chaotic. I didn’t mean to dump that on you” you say, hoping you didn’t scare off your wedding planner.

“No worries. You’d be surprised how many couples I meet that definitely aren't ready for…” He trails off, realizing what he said. “S-sorry I didn’t mean you and hyunjin I’m sure you guys-” 

You cut him off, “No it's okay, you're right. Hyunjin is so caring and he’s great but it’s all too much, too soon. I mean come on, his own mother doesn't like me. He always hears her out, always takes her side, but what about me?” You don't realize how loud you're yelling or how your voice begins to break. You blink back tears, looking everywhere but Heeseung, too embarrassed to look at him.

You park your car in front of his apartment, upset at the fact that you wasted that entire car ride whining about a marriage you agreed to. Heeseung thanks you for the ride but before he closes the car door, he says something that warms your heart.

“Marriage isn't always easy y/n. I’m here to help you, we’ll get through this together. It’ll be okay, even if your soon to be mother-in-law is a bitch.” you find yourself giggling at heeseung’s comment but quickly pull yourself together to say your goodbyes and start driving home.

—

“Where have you been y/n? I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjin says as soon as you shut the door of your home.

“I was meeting with our wedding planner” you say as you pour yourself a glass of water, feeling your fatigue set in. “Really? Cause that's not what my mom said” Hyunjin spits back.

You put, no, you slam your cup down onto the counter. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did she say, Hyunjin? Since your mom seems to know everything.”

You look at him, your eyes piercing through him. “Why are you so tense y/n? What's your problem?” Hyunjin asks, shocked by your hostile behavior. “My problem is this!” you wave your hands in the air, “This Hyunjin, your mother is always creating problems between us and you do absolutely nothing about it.” There’s silence in return. You and Hyunjin just stare at each other, except you’re fighting tears and hyunjin looks completely unbothered?

“I don't know what you want me to do y/n. that's my mom, I can't accuse her of lying” he says monotone. By now you’re sobbing from frustration and Hyunjin’s inability to care, “I am your fiancée Hyunjin, soon to be wife! So why is it you can accuse me of lying? Why are you able to defend her all the time but you can't seem to defend me? Why is it you believe every word that comes out of her mouth?” you storm upstairs, no longer wanting to talk and explain yourself over and over again.

“Wait- y/n! Let's talk please!” He chases you but you slam the door of your shared bedroom in his face and lock it. You hear his pleas and his attempts to get you to open the door but you’ve heard enough today. “If your mom is always right, why don’t you go over to her house huh? Why don’t you go ahead and tell her about this, I’m sure she’ll pamper you like always.” you say as exhaustion consumes your body. Before your eyes close, you hear the front door downstairs slam shut and you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or angry, maybe both.

[manonblaqkbeak]

Complicated

Fking finally lol. I’ve had absolutely no motivation to read or write these last few days, but I finally started this last night and finished it now. Here’s Day 15--a bad day, and part 3 of the mini-series i have going for this month.

Part 1  Part 2

cw: none that i can think of, but if theres anything, pls dont hesitate to let me know!

1.5k words

enjoy!! :)

Aelin had been sitting in her car for the last twenty minutes, staring at the motel door. She had no idea what she was going to say to Sam, but she knew she had to say something.

Something like, “I'm sorry that your biological daughter calls another man daddy and papa.” Maybe Aelin should have put a stop to it once Olive had started calling Rowan that, but hearing Olive say daddy in her tiny voice with a wide smile on her face made Aelin's heart flutter, and the sweet look of joy when Rowan heard her say it made Aelin think that it wouldn't be too bad.

She had got caught up in the fantasy of it all, but it was hard not to be sucked down into. She still loved Rowan and they had been dating seriously for the last six months. They had been friends for five months after she saw him at the nursery, and things had been going so damned well. Rowan and Egan had moved into Aelin's place two months ago—the four bedroom house previously owned by Aelin's parents before they moved into a small home—and she got along fantastically with Egan; he had a bit more of an understanding that Aelin wasn't his biological mother, since Rowan still had the photos of Lyria during the pregnancy, and she was determined to never replace Lyria, but when he called her 'ma' or 'Lin', her face would break into a smile so big she thought that it would be a permanent fixture on her face.

Aelin wasn't stupid, however, she knew that people thought that she and Rowan were moving too fast—namely her parents and Aedion, but when she and Rowan talked about the future, it felt solid, like it wasn't just a fanciful notion, but something real that was only a few steps away from being able to hold in her hands.

She had never been with someone that was so loyal to her, someone that cared for her in the way that Rowan did. That looked past her outer beauty and saw Aelin for who she was, and encouraged her to go for what made her happy.

It wasn't always perfect, they had arguments for time to time, but they worked it out, and that had shocked Aelin at first, that Rowan actually wanted to work together to fix the issue, that he actually communicated instead of just letting the arguments fade away. It wasn't like that at all with Chaol, part of the reason why their relationship crashed and burned.

So she hardly thought twice about what it meant to have Olive call Rowan 'daddy', that to Aelin, she was just building a family and a future, but she was starkly reminded that her boyfriend indeed was not her daughters father when Olive called Rowan 'papa' in the middle of the lunch that Sam was invited to at their place and the silence that had descended between the three adults.

Aelin almost choked on the pizza that she was in the middle of inhaling when Olive said that, her daughter sitting on Rowan's lap because she had been fussy and didn't want to sit in her booster seat. Olive and Egan were blissfully unaware of the awkwardness that was emanating from Aelin, the brown haired boy paying attention only to the TV that was playing his favourite cartoon, and Olive had simply wanted more of Rowan's attention.

Aelin glanced at Sam and found that the look in his eyes was utterly unreadable, which was unusual since Sam was easy to read, but for the first time in the years that Aelin knew him, she had no idea how to decipher his expression.

Rowan had opened his mouth, to say what Aelin wasn't sure, when Sam waved him off, and resumed the conversation revolving around the classic car that Rowan was fixing in his rare free time. So Rowan, knowing that it wasn't the right place to have that conversation, continued where he left off before Olive uttered that word that had never felt wrong before but suddenly left Aelin wanting to sink into the floor.

And when Sam had left after lunch, Aelin had decided that temporarily avoiding the topic was the best move, and after helping Rowan clear the table, Aelin had given Olive a quick bath in order to think about anything else.

All Aelin had been able to think about was what if somehow, by letting Olive calling Rowan her dad, she had doomed her daughter into developing daddy issues, that she would grow up confused on how to feel about her biological father when all her life she had called another man dad.

Aelin banged her head against the steering wheel, wondering how a good, decent day had gone to a complicated mess in a matter of hours.

She stayed there for a while, until she realised that she needed to be the adult she was and left the car, knocking loudly on the white motel door.

The door flew open and Aelin was greeted by Sam, a small smile on his face. “I was wondering how long you were going to sit out there for.” Having no idea what to say to that, Aelin stayed silent and went inside when Sam invited her in.

Aelin worried at her lip, and sat at the tiny table by the TV. She truly had no idea what to say.

Sam sat across from her and took her hands in his. Aelin looked up and found nothing but openness in his warm brown eyes. “I'm not mad, if that's what you're thinking.”

Aelin blinked at him. While Sam wasn't a violent man, she wasn't expecting that. “How?” she managed to get out after a moment. “How could you not be mad? Your daughter is calling another man 'papa'.”

“I'm hardly Olive's father, Aelin, I'm aware that I'm not the most active dad, I've seen her only a handful of times since her birth and she's nearly two. It's clear that Rowan loves her, and that she loves him. I actually saw all four of you earlier today, at the park,” Sam added. “I was feeling nervous, like I always do before I see Olive, so I went to the park to have my breakfast. I heard your laugh and I turned, ready to call out to you, when I saw that you were having a picnic and I realised that you already had a family, that Rowan and Egan are your family, and that Rowan is Olive's father in the way that counts, in the way that matters, and that I'm just an intruder in your lives.”

Gripping his hands, Aelin shook her head. “Sam, you can't think like that, you're not an intruder. You're Olive's biological father, you're important.”

“And I'll always be grateful that I had a hand in creating her, but Aelin, I want you to look inside yourself and tell me truthfully, in ten years time, who do you see by your side, Olive's side? Because I know that it isn't me.” And it wasn't, Aelin didn't to look inside herself to know that. She was already thinking deeply about her future long before Sam's visit.

“I want you to know though,” Aelin said abruptly, “that I didn't deliberately set out to have Olive see Rowan as her father, that I did talk about you from time to time, but I-I don't think that she could make the connection that the voice on the end of the phone belongs to you. But I promise that if see ever asks about you, I'll tell her, I won't hide anything from her.”

“I know that you will,” Sam said, “just maybe tell her in a nice way that she's the result of a broken condom.”

Aelin laughed, feeling light for the first time since this whole thing started. “I will. Although I think I'll have to consult Google for that.”

Sam nodded, because even he knew that there were no books that could help with that conversation. “But if she never asks about me, then don't tell her.”

“Sam—”

“If Olive wants to believe for the rest of her life that Rowan is her biological father, then I'm okay with that. I'd rather her be happy than confused. Because when I heard Olive call Rowan 'papa', it felt right, like it made sense. And I know that's how you feel, too. And I know it makes no sense, but Olive somehow just looks like she's Rowan's daughter, you know? And I don't want to get in the way of that.”

Sam was far too nice for his own good. People as kind as him were hard to find. It was a miracle that in this life that she had met two men like that.

Aelin wiped at her eyes, the tears falling suddenly and fast. “How are you so nice when your father is a piece of shit?”

Sam snorted and handed her a tissue. “Years of therapy.” He took a deep breath, and in his brown eyes, the eyes that she had once fallen for so deeply, Aelin saw acceptance. “There's also something else...I was doing some soul searching before you came over, and I...I know that I'm not on the birth certificate and that I don't really have a say—”

“Sam, of course you have a say. Like I said earlier, you're Olive's biological father. You might not be on the birth certificate, but if you have opinions, then you can share them with me, I won't bite your head off.”

Sam gave her a tiny smile. “And I appreciate that, I do. But what I was going to say is this: if ever in the future Rowan wants to adopt Olive, then you and he have my blessing.”

Aelin stared at him for a long moment, letting the words sink in, and then the tears started again and Aelin's body shook with the force of her sobs. Because if Sam's father wasn't Arobynn, then she would have had the family that Sam was wholeheartedly accepting that she had with Rowan. And that he was willing to stand aside to let Olive have the father that she deserved.

Sam came over to her, hugging her to him as Aelin sobbed into his shoulder, running his hand up and down her back. Aelin had never let herself cry like this in front of him, she never really liked crying like that, but she couldn't help herself and couldn't stop herself for a long while. It was a good ten minutes later when the tears slowly subsided and Sam slowly pulled back, giving her a once over with his kind eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Aelin said, loudly blowing her nose with a handful of tissues. “I just...I wasn't sure what I was expecting to happen here tonight. Never did I think that you would offer something like that, Sam.”

“I would be just like Arobynn if I forced you to be unhappy, and I never want to be like him.”

“You're not,” Aelin said, “you'll never be like him. I hope one day, Sam, you'll be able to have a family of your own.”

Sam kissed her cheek, the gesture sending her back to when they were teenagers. “I hope so, too.”

Aelin stayed for a little while longer, just talking and reminiscing about the old times. And when she went home, she kissed him on the cheek, thanked him again, and told him that he would always have a special place in her heart, because without him, she wouldn't have Olive.

Sam repeated the sentiment, and wished her nothing but happiness with Rowan, and that he was glad she found him.

Aelin was glad she found Rowan, too.

X X X X X X

Aelin walked into her house, and was greeted by two ecstatic children, acting like they hadn't seen her for years. Aelin smiled and gave them their hugs that they desperately wanted. She went over to the kitchen counter where Rowan was preparing dinner—grilled cheese, that she knew very well had veggies hidden within, because Egan acted like vegetables were the world's most evil thing to exist—and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her temple in response, and Aelin breathed in the homely scent of him.

“How did everything go with Sam?” he asked, moving about the kitchen to start the side salad.

“Great, and there's something very important that I have to tell you.” Rowan raised a silver brow, but Aelin kissed his cheek again and promised to tell him later.

X X X X X X

Aelin was more than ready to climb into bed and fall asleep, but she needed to tell Rowan about her conversation with Sam, so when they got settled and comfortable, Aelin told him what her ex-partner said.

Rowan was stunned for a moment, and she hadn't even told him the best part. “Truthfully, I was mentally preparing myself for Sam to punch me in the face after lunch, but to hear what he said to you, I feel like a fool for ever thinking that he would resort to that.”

“If he was more like his father, he definitely would have. But Sam is the polar opposite of Arobynn, and truly wants nothing more than for people to be happy.” Rowan smiled and took Aelin's hand in his, and Aelin relished in the comforting touch. “And there's something else,” Aelin added, and it was ridiculous, but a tiny part of her was nervous, that told her that Rowan wouldn't want Sam's blessing, that he wouldn't want to legally be Olive's father. “Sam told me that if you ever wanted to adopt Olive, then you have his blessing, because he wants nothing more than for Olive to be loved and cared for, and he sees that you're the one that can help provide her with that.”

Rowan looked at Aelin, and her own eyes watered when she saw that his were filling up. “I would be honoured to do that, Aelin. It would make me the happiest man in the world to have that privilege. And after we're married, we can start the process, and maybe one day, when Egan's a little older and he has a better understanding, you can adopt him too, because I know you like him just as much as I love Olive.”

“I do,” Aelin said, choking up. “That would be—” Aelin stopped, her mind finally catching up with what he just said. “Did you just propose to me?”

Rowan cracked a smile and kissed her. He pulled away just so, their noses touching. “Not yet, I haven't found the right ring.”

Aelin laughed joyfully, even as her tears overflowed. “Just to let you know, I'm not helping you out this time. You'll have to figure it out on your own.”

Rowan kissed her again and again. “Don't worry, I've already got a few choices in mind.”

“Good. Make sure its sparkles.”

“I will,” Rowan said, and took her into his arms.

It wasn't too bad of a day, after all.

[evermoreholland]

Paper Rings | Tom Holland

summary ❥ it’s your anniversary and you propose to tom with a song.

warnings ❥ fluff

word count ❥ 2,152

a/n ❥ you can listen to paper rings by taylor swift while reading this because this is obviously what it’s based off of lol. also, this was edited by my good friend @tefilovesreading! 

Today is your second anniversary with your boyfriend, Tom. The past two years have been the best of your life by far. You have had your fair share of relationships, but Tom took you by surprise in his love for you. You were a singer and it was difficult for you to pursue relationships, but Tom understood you because he has gone through similar. You would often write songs about your experiences in relationships. You have been writing a song for Tom for a while now and you thought that today would be a perfect day to show him.

Tom knows that he wants to marry you. He can’t imagine a life without you in it. He has been thinking of how he was going to go about a proposal for months now and he realized that your second anniversary would be the perfect time to confess his never-ending love for you and his commitment to be yours forever.

Tom picked out a ring for you many months before today, without your knowledge. The two of you had talked about marriage before, so a proposal wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Tom called your mother, sisters, and even got his own mother’s opinion about an engagement ring for you. He finally found the perfect ring to propose with.

Tom made dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant tonight. He planned to spoil you the entire day, making sure that you knew that you were his queen.

Tom rises early. He lifts the blankets off of himself and steps out of bed. He tucks you back under the cover gently, not making a sound. He tiptoes to the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea. He fills the kettle with water and then places it on the stove. He turns to the refrigerator to take out some of your favorite fresh fruits as a part of breakfast. He prepares toast as well and then he sets it all up on a tray to bring to your shared bedroom. He walks to the room and finds you still sleeping peacefully. He places the tray on the bedside table beside you and then leans to kiss your forehead. You were a light sleeper so the action woke you up almost instantly. Your eyes open and you see your boyfriend preparing something besides the bed.

“Morning,” you whisper. You toss and turn until you eventually sit up. “What are you up to?”

“Happy anniversary, my love,” Tom says and sits on the foot of the bed. “I made you breakfast.”

“Thank you, love. Happy anniversary.” Tom hands you your mug of tea and you take a sip. This was exactly what you need to start your day, which a warm cuppa. “This is probably the best cuppa I’ve ever had.”

Tom giggles at your compliment and he blushes. You just have that charming effect on him. “Well you are my best girl, aren’t you?”

You smile at your lovely boyfriend. “I guess I am.”

You and Tom eat the rest of your breakfast in bed together. Tom insists on feeding you to be romantic and you hesitantly accept. After, you put on a sundress that Tom purchased for you for today; a pink flowy sundress with strawberries on it. You match it with a pair of cream color wedges.

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Tom compliments when he sees you walk out of the bedroom into the living room where he was sitting on the sofa waiting for you. He’s wearing navy slacks with a light blue short-sleeve button-down shirt. His hair is gelled back, which you hated because you couldn’t run your fingers in his beautiful chestnut-colored locks. “Absolutely stunning.”

“You look gorgeous too.” You walk towards your boyfriend and take a seat beside him on the sofa. You take his hand in yours and you can feel how sweaty his hand was, but you decide not to comment on it. To be honest, you didn’t think much of it anyway. “What are our plans for the day? I have something for you, but I want to give it to you later.”

You wrote Tom a song in an attempt to propose to him, and you were hopeful that he’d say yes. Although you did like tradition, you want to pop the question to your boyfriend, and what better way to do it than what you know best; music.

“Oh, you do? What is it, love?” Tom was not a fan of surprises and for almost every occasion he would try to pry his present out of you.

“You know that I’m not going to tell you,” you reply.

“It was worth a try. I was thinking that we can try strawberry picking,” Tom says and then kisses your cheek. “How does that sound, darling?”

“Sounds wonderful, Tommy,” you mumble. You kiss him and then get up from the sofa. You hold your hand out for him and say, “Let’s go, baby.”

“Let’s do it.”

The drive to the strawberry field was full of giggles, music, and love. You get to the field and Tom opens the car door for you, as per usual. He grabs the basket from the backseat and he guides you to the field. Tom takes photos of you dancing through the field and picking strawberries. He didn’t want to forget this moment, he couldn’t forget how beautiful and ethereal you look in this moment.

You get back home and wash the strawberries that you picked. You cut some up for you and Tom to eat. You gather by the sofa once again while Tom turns on your favorite film. You pull out your phone to text your best friend, Natalie, to set up the backyard for the proposal. Natalie and Harrison knew about your plan to propose to Tom and set up a stage for your small performance.

Tom cuddles beside you after he presses play on the television. “Who were you texting?”

“Just Natalie,” you answer vaguely. You didn’t want Tom to catch on or possibly find out about your plan. “Just chatting.”

“Ok,” Tom says, not buying it completely but he didn’t push. “After the movie, we’ll go to dinner, yeah?”

“Gotta show you something first, baby.”

“Tell me what it is,” Tom groans. He nuzzles his face into your neck and kisses it. “Please spill.”

“That’s not going to work with me, Holland. Now, let’s watch the film, silly.”

“Fine,” he says.

The film passes by fairly quickly. You clean up the living room with Tom, and then you tell him to wait in your bedroom until you text him to come outside. “Why must I wait in our bedroom, darling?”

“I just want to make sure that everything is perfect first,” you reply as if it were obvious. “Please don’t peak.”

“I promise that I won’t, angel,” Tom says and then kisses you. You cup his cheek and pull him closer. Your lips linger on his for a moment before you pull away. “What was that for?”

“I just love you, alright?” You choke up a bit. Thinking about what you were about to do made you emotional. You have never been in love with someone like you were with Tom. “You mean the world to me, Tommy.”

“I love you too, darling. You’re my entire world.” Tom always knew what to say and he gives you the reassurance you need. You pull away from him and walk towards the yard.

You finish setting up everything for the proposal and set up the projector for the slideshow. As the song plays, you planned on showing a slideshow of photos of you and Tom. You send a quick text to Tom telling him to come to the backyard. You hear him come outside and soon enough, he is standing in front of you.

He notices your display. He notices the decorated deck mimicking a stage with flowers surrounding it, white roses to be exact. He notices your microphone and speaker. “What’s all this, love?”

“I wrote a song for you,” you began, but you pause to rub your hands against your dress. Nerves were building up. “For our anniversary. It explains how I’m feeling.”

You see Tom smile at your explanation. “Let’s hear it then, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

You prerecorded the acoustics and harmonies, so you would simply just turn on the speaker to play the music. “The song is called Paper Rings. I hope you like it.”

You turn on the speaker a pop upbeat sound fills the air and you immediately feel at ease.

The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

As you were singing, you think about the memories that you and Tom share. You remember meeting him at an outdoor pub. You were first introduced to Harrison, Tom’s best mate. They were stoned, to say the least, but it was still probably one of the best nights of your life.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life (One, two, one two three four!)

Tom looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world, yet he doesn’t know what your next lyrics would be. He didn’t know that you want to marry him as much as he did.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

He begins to pick up on what you’re telling him, and it warms his heart. His eyes begin to water as he watches perform for him. You look very gorgeous too.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so

Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh!) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four!)

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

You wrap your arms around yourself for emphasis and Tom giggles gently. He is crying at this point and you feel yourself tearing up too.

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy Uh huh

You sing the chorus once more, and you begin dancing along with the music and Tom couldn’t help but smile at you.

You're the one I want, one I want

You finish off the song and you do a little bow as Tom claps for you. You walk towards him and he wraps his arms around you. “I loved that, baby,” he whispers in your ear.

You look at him and notice the tears streaming down his face. You wipe them away and say, “So?”

“So?” He repeats, not fully understanding where you’re getting at it.

“Will you marry me, baby?” You ask.

Tom smiles and instead of answering, Tom reaches for something in his back pocket. He pulls out a velvet ring box and gets down on one knee. Tom opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. “Does this answer your question?”

“Yes it does,” you giggle. “I guess that we both had the same idea.”

“It’s not a paper ring, though,” Tom says, referring to your song.

“Well, I do like shiny things,” you joke. “I’d be honored to marry you, Tom.”

Tom slips the ring on your finger and stands up to kiss you. This moment couldn’t be more perfect.

“Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, lover.”

~

Tagging: @canwekissforever-hazzy @storybookholland​ @petesrparker​

[cutest-bug]

Interview with Adrien Agreste! Subject: The Oxygen Project.

Conducted by Alya Cesaire

Ok so I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this addition to a post I made on my main blog about Adrien low key trashing the Agreste brand the way Robert Pattinson does Twilight. I know it was meant to be more of a goofy idea but my head is full of angst and this is what I came up with at 4 a.m. lol.

Alya smiles warmly as Adrien settles into the seat across from her.

“Are you ready?” She asks. He gives her a slightly nervous smile but nods. She nods to Nino who hits record and Adriens face immediately smoothes over into a pleasant and unreadable mask. It’s actually a little freaky to watch.

It’s a Monday afternoon and they’re set up in the art room during their lunch period. Adrien looks as perfectly neutral as always. Non flashy designer labels and tousled hair that probably took 20 minutes to style. For once though, his actions will be a little less perfect and easy to swallow.

“Hi Adrien, thanks for agreeing to an interview on the Ladyblog, I’m glad we could finally do this.”

He smiles and considers for a moment before answering, tiling his head a degree, “The pleasure is mine Alya, especially since I’m the one who approached you about doing this.”

That’s true. Right after the class joined Mylene and Ivan for their protest of the Oxygen Project Adrien asked to speak with her. He was upset that he had been tricked into modeling for the project without knowing what it was for. While most of his die hard fans had gotten wind he didn’t support it, he wanted to farther remedy the situation and use his position to reach a wider audience. Of course there weren’t many platforms he could do that on behind his fathers back, hence asking for Alya’s help.

“Still, I know interviews aren’t your favorite. Otherwise I probably would have asked you a while ago.”

Adrien smiled again, a little more genuinely (the one she knew Marinette was so fond of), “I don’t really like probing questions from journalists about my personal life. The fact that you’ve never asked or taken advantage of knowing me means a lot. I trust you.”

“Personally I think it’s a little crazy you have to do all of those interviews at all. You’re only 15, your life shouldn’t be so public.”

Adrien lets the smile fall several degrees. It’s deliberate, he’s letting people see his discomfort, “Well, it kind of goes hand and hand with all of the modeling. I’m the face of the Agreste brand.”

Alya nods and looks down at the papers in her lap, “Which is the point of our interview today, really.” They had agreed on what was and wasn’t to be talked about before hand, however they don’t have a planned out dialogue. They agreed that they both do well with more organic conversation, and it’s important the interview comes off as very genuine.

Adrien nods in agreement and Alya continues, “Now that the plan for the Oxygen Project is officially canceled, it’s time to clear up what your involvement with the promotion of it was. Nearly everyone in Paris saw the ads that ran.” Unfortunately it had been to late for Mayor Bourgeois to cancel the first few days of ads. For nearly a week Adriens face played on every television in the city, telling everyone about what a great breath of fresh air the project would be.

Alya hands him the first photo in her lap. It’s of him with the class after they first arrived at the protest, looking interested but not particularly emotional yet. It’s from the video that she filmed, but there was a pretty low view rate on the protest coverage. The interview with Adrien will probably get anywhere from 3 to 5 times as many.

“What not everyone realizes is that you were present during the planned tree cutting ceremony and following protest. So what was going on for you at this point in the day Adrien?”

“Our whole class had just gone to the park to support Mylene and Ivan, our friends who lead the protest. Right after we arrived Mylene started arguing with the Mayor about whether the project was good for the environment or not.”

“That girl has a hidden fire!” Alya adds, “I have a section dedicated to activism on the blog now. The video from the whole day is there but I also posted some smaller segments explaining the conflict and a few more that Mylene recommended on how to get involved.”

Adrien gave his most genuine smile yet, “I watched those! I hope your viewers take the time to check them out. I know the super hero fights are exciting, I mean I’ve been glued to your blog from the start, but I’m glad people like Mylene and Ivan are reminding us to keep our eyes on the big picture too.”

Alya nods, “So am I. Ok, it was during this argument that the ad was first shown correct?”

Adrien lets the smile fall completely this time, “Yes. Apparently the plan was always to air it for the first time during the tree cutting ceremony. It was also the first time I’d seen it.”

“I’m sure most of our viewers have seen it already, so I’m not going to play it now,” Adrien shoots her a grateful look, “Adrien, she says kindly, “I remember how surprised you were when the ad played. Do you want to tell everyone why?”

Adrien looks down at his hands, “I hadn’t known what the ad was for when I filmed it. I thought it was another one of those silly perfume commercials.” Alya isn’t sure if him saying “silly” was a slip up or on purpose but she struggles not to laugh.

“Did someone tell you it was a perfume commercial or did you just assume when you were given the script?”

“I was told it was for perfume.”

“Can I ask who by?”

She thinks the discomfort is genuine this time. Everything else is the video isn’t that bad, but this line could bring hell for him.

“My father told me it was.”

This isn’t news for Nino or Alya but she pauses for a long moment to let viewers digest that before asking her next question, “Do you know why he lied to you?”

“I suppose he thought I wouldn’t be ok with doing it otherwise.”

Alya smiles, a little proud, before handing him another picture. She’ll edit them into the screen for viewers to see later, “Well he thought correctly. Here’s a picture of you standing with Mylene and our friend Marinette, forming a physical barrier so the trees wouldn’t be cut down,” she pauses for a moment while Adrien examines the picture, “I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so angry.”

“I had just found out my image was going to be used to promote an anti-ecological plan that would harm our city. My friends had spent months trying to prevent it. I was furious.”

And Bam! As soon as she posts this video Adrien’s empty head, pretty face, good boy persona is shattered. He just admitted to having feelings. Angry ones. Directed at his father. Not to mention opinions on political matters. That is not the pretty face most of Paris is familiar with and fawns over.

“I’d be angry too,” Alya sympathizes.

Adrien puts the photo down and looks at her with a serious expression, “That’s the main reason I wanted to do this interview. For better or worse I have a lot of sway with my fans and public opinion. There’s still some controversy about the Oxygen Project being canceled so I want to be very clear that I do not stand with it,” he looks directly into the camera, “The oxygen project would have only helped the people profiting from it. The only ethical solutions for our city, and the whole world, are complicated, long term, sustainable options that will protect and rejuvenate our planet. No one has said it better than Mylene and Ivan so please go check out those videos under the activism section. Help if you can, and spread the word about the truth. It’s important that people know when they’re being lied to by a corporate campaign.”

Alya realized she stopped breathing for a moment because oh my god that was so good. She manages to quietly clear her throat and thank Adrien for the interview again. He plasters back on his polite smile and they give a brief hug before she gestures to Nino to stop filming.

“OH MAN! That was awesome!” Nino pulls Adrien into a one armed hug and doesn’t let go.

Adrien smiles a little bashfully, “You think? It wasn’t to much?”

“No way Adrien,” Alya cuts in, “the whole thing was great but that bit at the end? Amazing. Mylene will be thrilled.”

Nino pulls away from their friend a bit and clasps his shoulder, “Are you going to be ok though? Your old man is not going to be cool with like, any of that, is he?”

Adrien purses his lips and shrugs, “Don’t worry about my dad, I can handle him.”

Alya can see the fake nonchalance a mile away. Marinette is the queen of it after all, so she tells him, “Adrien this is really brave of you but I just want to make sure you know you’re in charge of this narrative. I probably won’t finish editing everything until tomorrow because I have a project to finish tonight. If you change your mind there’s no hard feelings. Or if there’s something you decide you want left out I’ll work some editing magic.”

Adrien smiles but her words don’t seem to relieve any tension, “Thanks Alya, it means a lot. By the way, where’s Marinette? I thought she was coming?”

“She’s probably just got caught up with something but I’ll see if she messaged me.” Alya checks her phone and realizes she left it on silent after the test last period. No texts from Marinette, but there is an akuma alert which explains her absence. She tries to ignore the immediate twinge of worry.

Adrien suddenly looks up from his own phone and rushes to grab his bag, “I actually got to go, my dad wants me home until the akuma attack is over. Best keep my head down until the bomb drops tomorrow right?” He rushes out before Alya or Nino can respond.

Nino sighs after his best friend runs out, “It’s so unfair he’s having to rectify his dad’s bad choices.”

Alya takes his hand, “I know. Something tells me this won’t be the last time he does so either. We’ll be there to support him though.” Her boyfriend gives her a soft smile and she kisses him on the cheek, “Come on, I want footage of that akuma fight.”

Nino glances down at his phone, “Actually it looks like the fight just ended a minute ago.”

“Wow that was short. It couldn’t have gone longer than the ten minutes we did the interview with Adrien for.”

“You’ll catch the next one,” he grins at her, “one way or another.”

She laughs, “okay turtle boy, let’s go get some lunch before we have to head back to class.”

They run into a slightly dejected Adrien on the way. He gives them an interview smile. They all find Marinette and get lunch. They keep the conversation light and avoid talking about the bomb Alya’s going to post tomorrow.

This is self indulgent. I really need Adrien taking some control of his life and standing up to his dad. Yes it’s painful but it’s so important that Adrien puts some distance between them in the public eye before Gabriel is revealed as Hawkmoth. I’m just hoping that can actually happen in canon but I have many fears this season.

[oboevallis]

In “hungry” Links parents haven’t met scout yet. So I’m here to ask if you could maybe write about that. Tysm

hungry pt 2

lol idk what this is my apologies, i hope everyone is doing well and staying safe :)

“Hey.” Link whispered slightly shaking his girlfriend to wake her up. “I’m going to the airport I’ll be back soon.”

“What? Why?” Amelia groggily asked.

“I’m picking up my parents.”

“Ugh.”

“I thought you were excited for them to come?” Link chuckled at his exhausted girlfriend.

“Scout was up all night. I’ve barely had any sleep and the house is a mess.”

“They’re not gonna care about the house being a mess. They’re staying in a hotel anyway.” He moved her hair behind her ear so it wasn’t obstructing her vision.

“Well I care.”

“You don’t need to.”

“Is the baby awake yet?”

“Nope, out like a light. He must be exhausted after last night.”

“I’m exhausted after last night.” She emphasized turning her face into her pillow.

________________________________________

“I can’t believe my baby’s had a baby. It’s so good to see you Link.” Maureen smiled as she hugged her son tightly.

“You too.” He reciprocated the hug, he was grateful they were starting to repair their relationship. “Let me get your bags.”

“I’ve got them.” Eric affirmed as he put the bags into his sons car.

“So how’s the baby been?” Maureen asked once everyone was settled in the car.

“He’s good. Won’t let us sleep though.”

“I remember getting so worried because I thought you were sleeping too much.”His mother reminisced. “Scout must get that from Amelia, you were always out like a light”

“Yeah, that’s what her mom said. Amelia was a difficult baby, her siblings were always good sleepers apparently.” Link chuckled recalling the conversation they had with her mother.

“How many siblings does she have?” Eric asked curiously, they didn’t know much about the woman as they had only met her once for about a half hour. And Link was pretty private about his life.

“She has three sisters and a brother.”

“Wow that’s a big family.” Maureen stated surprised, their family had always been tiny with just the three of them and then they broke up making it smaller. “Does she want to have a family like that?”

“We haven’t really talked about it. We’re just focused on Scout right now.”

“You two don’t seem to be planners anyway.” Eric chuckled.

“That’s factual.” Link chuckled as he pulled up to the hotel. “So I’ll be back in about an hour? Is that alright?”

“That’ll be just fine.” Maureen kissed her sons cheek and got out of the car with her husband.

_______________________________________

When Link got back to the apartment he realized his girlfriend was still asleep. He smirked at the sight, glad she was getting sleep. She always insisted on being the one to check on him while he was crying, he assumed it was because she was always on high alert worried she’d lose another baby. She’d recently agreed to see a therapist and they were working through her anxieties. He walked into his sons room to see him still fast asleep.

“Ah, your a good boy. You let your mommy get some sleep.” The boys father grazed his hand across the baby’s face to wake him up. The boy whined a bit, irritated to be woken up.

Link carefully picked his son up and completed his morning routine, getting him ready to spend time with his parents. He checked on his girlfriend one last time to see her still fast asleep, the sight making him smile. He walked towards the door and threw the diaper bag over his shoulder while he held his son with his other arm.

“I feel like we’re forgetting something. Are we forgetting something?” He asked the baby who was happily babbling reaching out for his fathers chin. “I’m taking that as a no. We’re not forgetting anything.”

He situated his son in his car seat, and made his way over to the hotel. Looking through the rear view mirror he saw his son reaching for his feet, his sons innocence and curiosity always brought a smile to his face. He pulled up to the hotel where his parents were already outside waiting.

“This must be Scout.” Maureen cooed as she sat in the backseat so she could be next to her grandson. “He’s adorable Link.”

“Where’s Amelia?” Eric asked as he got into the passenger seat beside his son.

“When I got home she was out like a light. I thought it’d be best to let her get some sleep, she hasn’t slept like this in a long time.”

“Do you guys take shifts taking care of the baby?” Maureen asked as she played with the baby’s feet, which caused him to shriek with laughter.

“We try, doesn’t always end up working though. Anytime the baby wakes up she wakes up, and even if it’s my shift she ends up following me. And whenever it’s her shift I come to make sure she’s okay.”

“What’d you do to make her not trust you with the baby?” Eric chuckled, he imagined his son did something immature to make his girlfriend mad at him.

“Oh, no it’s not that. She’s just worried somethings gonna happen to him. Her anxieties are dying down a bit though.”

“When your a parent you’ll never stop being worried.” Maureen informed her son. “I still worry over you. And your all grown up and have a baby of your own.”

“Yeah starting to realize that never really goes away.” The ortho surgeon nervously said as he parked the car.

_______________________________________

“This little guy seems to love sports.” Eric laughed looking at the baby who was mesmerized by a softball game going on in the park.

“Much to Amelia’s dismay.” Link laughed thinking about all the times she told him she didn’t want their son participating in any sport that could cause brain damage. “The poor kid will probably be walking to school with a helmet on.”

“I don’t blame her. I remember how enraged I was at your father for signing you up for baseball.” Maureen said whilst looking at her husband.

“What?” Eric asked holding his hands up defensively. “The kid loved baseball. Still does actually.”

“Yeah, I’m so excited to take this guy to his first baseball game.” Link smiled at his son who was being cuddled by his grandmother.

“You were about five when we took you to your first game. You were so excited you nearly passed out before we got into the stadium.” Eric laughed at the fond memory. Link could vividly remember that game, the Mariners had won. The fussy baby taking everyone out of their thoughts.

“I’ll take him.” Link held out his hands for his mother to pass him the baby. As he held the baby he was digging through the diaper bag looking for a bottle, it was his usual feeding time. “Crap, crap, crap.”

“What’s the matter?” Eric asked surprised in the change of his sons demeanor.

“I forgot his bottle. I knew I was forgetting something before we left.” Link and his parents stood up collecting their stuff to take to the car.

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“Did you forget something?” Amelia asked holding up a baby bottle that he assumed she had just pumped.

“Yes.” Link admitted with embarrassment as he walked into their apartment with their crying baby.

“Eric and Maureen, it’s very nice to see you again.” Amelia greeted politely, as she took the baby from her boyfriend.

“You as well.” Maureen smiled as her son lead them to the couch. “You guys have a gorgeous home.”

“Link over here, decorated it all himself. Also a bunch of DIY projects.” Amelia chuckled raising her eyebrows at him, she’d never let him forget the time he made her walk around Home Goods and Lowe’s for hours while she was heavily pregnant.

“Yeah sorry about that.” Link knew what she was implying. “I made her walk around a bunch of different stores while she was heavily pregnant. She was not interested to say the least.”

“I could’ve cared less of what you did with the apartment, you were so insistent that I’d vouch an opinion though.”

“And you were no help at all! You just kept saying ‘I don’t care whatever you want’ it was very irritating.”

“Well I had to give you a hard time considering you want let me get another soft pretzel.” The older couple smiled at one another, it warmed their heart to see the couple bicker with one another as though they were an old married couple. Link simply shook his head in disbelief and sat down on the couch wrapping his arm around his girlfriends shoulder as she fed their son.

“How are you guys doing?” Amelia asked suddenly embarrassed for not asking sooner and forgetting they were there for a minute while she was engrossed in conversation with her boyfriend.

“We’ve been good, we’ve been so excited to meet Scout. He’s absolutely adorable.” Maureen answered. “Has your mom met him yet?”

“Not yet, she lives in New York.” Amelia answered, she suddenly felt like she was in an interrogation.

“We’re planning on going to New York to spend Christmas with her family.” Link smiled, he was quite excited to meet her family properly. Amelia was the opposite, she still had a few months to convince him that they shouldn’t go.

“New York is quite the trip away from Seattle, how’d you end up here?” Eric asked curiously he wanted to know more about his sons girlfriend as Link usually kept it generic.

“My brother offered me a job here, but I was in LA prior.”

“So was Link, I’m surprised you two never bumped into each other.” Maureen added surprised to hear.

“Well Mom, she was working at a medial practice, I was working at a bike shop.”

“Oh right.” Maureen nodded sadly, that was one of the darkest places she’s ever seen her son. “I’m sure all Link does in his free time is play his guitar, do you play any instruments Amelia?”

“I don’t actually, I love listening to Link play though. I think it’d be nice if Scout played an instrument, I wouldn’t want to force him or anything. I just think it’d be much better than a sport.”

“I feel that, when Link started to play baseball I was terrified, especially after his cancer I just wanted to wrap him up in bubble wrap.” The couples kept with the small talk and started to learn more about one another. Amelia eventually went to put the baby to bed, while Link drove his parents to the hotel.

“I’ll meet you upstairs Maureen.” His wife nodded and wished her son good night before heading into the hotel. He dug into his pocket before passing a ring box to his son.

“Is this grandma’s ring?” Link asked as he opened up the box.

“It is. After seeing you and Amelia today I realized you really love her. This isn’t you staying out of obligation, I’ve never seen you like this over a girl.”

“Cause I haven’t been. Amelia, she drives me crazy but I can’t imagine my life without her. It’s crazy how much I love her and our son.” Link told his father as he looked at the ring. “Are you sure? I mean this was your moms ring.”

“I’m sure. Doesn’t have to be now, but eventually. She’s the one.”

“Thank you dad.” Link brought his father into an awkward hug over the cars console.

[scandeniall]

good & the bad [11/12]

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pairing: osamu x reader

summary/warnings:  Hang on to the moments when you're flying, he moments when you're crying. Hang on to the ones that hold you down./ straight up manga spoilers lol

wc: 1868

“Samu,” his name comes out barely above a whisper as you enter the dimly lit room shutting the door behind you. “Atsumu let me in. He said you haven’t come out at all today.” You softly say as you make your way deeper into his room, until you're standing at the space next to his desk where he’d been hunched over for the majority of the day. He still hadn’t said anything as you eye the content covering the surface. Lots of numbers. You notice the way he relaxes just the tiniest bit as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “You ok?”

“No.” The shortness of the answer doesn’t come as a surprise given, what’d he’d most likely been working on. You only nod, noticing the way he slides his chair back enough so that you could seat yourself sideways on his lap. “More shop plans?” Your question is only met with a nod. 

You remember when you met the twin. It had been during his second and your first year of university. The two of you crossing paths by mere chance. Essentially being in the right place at the right time. You met at an obscure cafe that you both tended to frequent, just never at the same time. It had been a place that had such few customers, that everyone wondered how it was still in business. However, it’d had the best damn yakitori you’d ever had. It had actually been one of the waitresses who introduced you two. Saying you were the only two people who ever ordered it from there, and that if it wasn’t for you two they’d considered taking it off the menu.

From there the friendship and eventual relationship blossomed. You found out he was in school for culinary arts, with a minor in business in hopes of opening his own food shop, eventually settling on Onigiri. That had been two years ago, and as a recent graduate he was ready to get it up and running. A process that proved to be a difficult one, causing his current stress. 

“I’ve been running these numbers and looking for suppliers all day. Kita said he can help with rice, but there's still fillings, and seaweed, and packaging. And now theres a problem with my location and actually pay for workers if I’m struggling now—fuck. Maybe I should have gone pro with Tsumu.”

He let out more than he’d initially intended and he blames the feel of your fingers massaging his scalp for the word vomit. It feels much better than the tugging he’d done at his scalp as he eyed the dizzying numbers for the millionth time. “Hey. Don’t say that. You know you wouldn’t have been happy doing that.” His gaze shifts from you to the papers covering his desk as you continue talking. “Besides, who the hell said opening a business was easy. If it were, everyone would be doing it-”

“Well it's obviously not,” your hand goes to clamp around his mouth so he wouldn’t interrupt again. “As I was saying. It's not easy, but you’re doing it. And in 80 years when you end up as the happier twin it’ll all be worth it. I know it’s stressful now, but that’s where your superhero volleyball strength should kick in. The same mental strength I’m sure it takes to get through games, physically pushing yourself past your limits is what you need now. It’s The mental strength to see this through Samu. You’ve got it, so just hang in there through the good and the bad.” The quietest of sniffles causes you to let out a laugh. “Wait are you actually crying right now at my stupid speech.”

Your boyfriend’s hands go to try and fail to push you off as you continue laughing. “It’s the hunger. I haven't eaten in hours,” Osamu counters as you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Alright. Come on let’s go get something. My treat tonight.” Hands tighten around your waist as you lean down to press your lips to meet his. The kiss is soft, lips ghosting against one another as you fight yourself smiling. Before you could push it further he pulls away a lazy smile on his face. “You said you were gonna treat me to dinner.”

Your annoyed groan does nothing but amuse him, but as you go to get up you find that his hands don’t loosen. “For someone who wants food you don’t seem to be making the effort to let me go.” Osamu only shrugs. “Thank you. For having my back.”

“Just remember, hang through the good and the bad. And stop being afraid to ask for my help. I’m here, always.”

——

‘I’m outside,’ your eyes gloss over the text before you start packing your backpack. Bidding your friends goodbye you quickly make your way down the steps of your school’s library before slipping into Osamu’s passenger seat. You eagerly accept the quick kiss he offers in greeting. 

“So you think this is the place?” 

“Hopefully. I’m ready to sign a lease already.” You nod humming along to the radio. Right now he was going to take a last look at the potential shop location before hopefully signing for it. You’d offered to go with him since you didn’t have any late classes for the day. Ever since your conversation a month ago he’d been just the slightest bit more accepting of help from others. 

“Oh, my friend gave me some of the logo drafts today. They look pretty good, you might have a winner there.” His hand goes to gently squeeze the skin of your thigh in appreciation. You had a friend majoring in graphic design who was more than willing to gain experience designing a logo for a business. Osamu was grateful for it. That was one last thing he had to worry about. 

“When i decided to do this, I thought i'd be on my own. According to so many people I was letting my talent go to waste going into food instead of sports.” This time your hand goes to offer him a comforting squeeze. “But— I’m thankful. For you, shitty Tsumu, Kita and everyone else helping me. But don’t ever mention that to my brother.”

You can’t help but laugh, swearing to secrecy. You remember how Osamu half told you that him and his twin got into a nasty fight about him quitting sports back in high school. It ended in them betting who would end up the happiest at the end of their life. Thankfully the two got over it as they grew into men, and now Atsumu acted as his brothers ‘official and professional taste tester.’ He’d even gotten some of his teammates to do taste tests for more opinions. 

—-

6 years later

“Thank you for all being here. I wanted to give a special thank you to the person who has held me down and kept me sane from the beginning. At least for the most part, sometimes they’re annoying.” Your jaw drops in a mix of amusement and shock at Osamu’s words. The mid size crowd around you laughs, even more as you go to push the man who doesn’t even falter. 

“The first Onigiri Miya shop opened 6 years ago. And today we’re here to celebrate the grand opening of the largest branch yet here in Tokyo. Thank you for being here, and enjoy.” Osamu quickly bows before cutting the ribbon open to the new shop and allowing people inside. 

As the last person trickles inside your left outside with your boyfriend and his twin, who was looking at you weirdly. He had a stupid smile in his face that seemed unusually genuine. “Would you stop looking at me like a weirdo. Let’s go inside” your walk is stopped by a hand grabbing yours. Your confusion is just marked by Osamu grabbing both of your hands. “Samu— what’s up?”

“This is weird. But not really,” You notice the twin starting to break his usual deadpan persona, even glancing at the blonde counterpart for a moment before taking a deep breath. A thought of what's about to go down briefly crosses your mind, but only for a point of a second, because there's no way. 

“A few years ago you told me to hang on through the good and the bad. To this day, I don’t even think you knew what you were really saying. But you said it, and I did it. I stuck through the long nights where I wanted nothing more than to pull my hair out and give up. At the beginning when everything was going to shit. When I was spending more to run the shop than I was making. When my first shop caught fire and nearly burned to the ground-”

“All about you huh. Way to be self centered Samu,” both of you shot a glare at the blonde. Osamu for the interruption, and you for- well you didn’t even know. You only bit back that maybe he was learning from him, causing a smile to tug at Osamu’s face.

“Anyways- but I also stuck through with the good. From getting enough money saved to open a shop, getting approved for the starter loan, to finding the best vendors and having the chance to sell and grow at professional games. Then I opened up my second, and third and now fifth branch.” You can’t help but smile at the memory as you nod.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Your love, kindness, and everything that makes you, you. You hung in there with me as you went through your own life. You graduated, started working at your dream company, and started working your way up. All this while supporting me endlessly. You even went as far as putting money down for me, and working at the shop for free. You were there through every step of the way. 

You always told me to feel and don’t be afraid to ask for help, but the help you gave and continue to give is more than anyone could have ever asked for. During one of our midnight talks, you told me to hang on and love the ones who continue to keep me ground. You’re one of those people. The name of the shop. Onigiri Miya always had a nice ring to it.” Your eyes went through several emotions: confusion, realization, and now shock, as your boyfriend took a step back now getting onto 1 knee. You almost feel like you’re going to pass out as your mind runs blank. 

“I love you a whole lot. So, (Y/N) will you make the name on the shop yours as well and marry me.” You don’t even remember the words yes coming out of your mouth or even nodding. Apparently you did because you're met with metal sliding on your finger and obnoxious hollering from a twin who you didn’t even notice was recording the entire time. Arms that circle around your waist and a failure figure hugging yours breaks you out of your state of shock.

“Here's to handling the future together. And sticking through the good and the bad.”

a/n: this series is NOT written in song order which is why the prev/next buttons dont work and wont until its applicable. This is the 3rd installment and my first time writing osamu so this shit seems mad OOC but i also dont know his character that well, but this song made me go to this idea so?????? Also reread and take a shot every time i reference the fucking title god i hate myself

[burnedbyshoto]

Hi, can you write a headcanon or a scenario about Todoroki Shouto having a girlfriend and he introduced her to his parents. Like how would Endeavor react to know that his beloved son already has a girlfriend. Thank you so much 😊😘

todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: endeavor LOL, fluff?, shouto and reader are like 25 btwwwww

word count: 1,882

a/n: so this is probably going to be my last fic for this week… i dont know, im moving back up to college and i was lazy and didnt get the number of requests needed done before hand… anyways anon, i really appreciated this ask it was super fun and interesting to write about because it really depended on my viewpoint of endeavor and shoutos future relationship. anyways so sorry this is late!!!! I had to go to the hospital because I had an allergic reaction to something LOL

“Are you sure this dress is appropriate? I don’t want to feel overdressed!” 

You were studying at yourself in the mirror with the tenth outfit you had tried on today. Shouto, who had approved of your summer floral dress, was taking you to introduce you to his family–well, his parents as you already met his siblings–after a bit over a year of dating. You sighed as Shouto called out his admiration of your outfit and carried that you had to be leaving soon if you didn’t want to be late.

You knew that Shouto was nervous to be on time because his mother was going to be there. Todoroki Rei had been released from the psychiatric hospital a few months ago and was settling back into the world. Had it been just Endeavor, well you weren’t sure if Shouto would have even agreed to go. Their relationship had definitely matured since Endeavor retired from being a Pro-Hero, but Shouto has still not forgiven him for anything.

Mumbling curses about your indecisiveness, you slipped on a pair of white wedges and stared at your reflection. Your makeup was done, minimalistic jewelry in place, hair was styled in your favorite semi-formal way, and your outfit was cute. Smiling to your reflection, you grabbed your purse and walked off to where Shouto was waiting for you. 

Shouto stood leaning on the hallway’s wall wearing black pants that accented his long legs, a coffee-colored blazer that made you want him to wear the color more often, and a plain copper-colored t-shirt under the blazer. “Mm,” Shouto approved happily as you gave a quick twirl, “You look stunning.”

“You don’t look too shabby either,” You respond as Shouto twirls you into his chest, his lips immediately connecting with yours and you smiled into the kiss. Feeling Shouto’s fingers tangling into your locks. 

“Don’t you dare.” You warn as Shouto’s mouth trails down your neck, you did not need any hickies appearing moments before meeting Rei and Endeavor.

“Fine,” Shouto relents as he pushes you away from his body, a smirk on his face as he stares at you. “You have got to wear this dress for a date next time.”

“I’ll think about it.” You reply as you clutch your boyfriend’s hand with yours leading him out of the apartment and to whatever restaurant everyone had agreed to meet up at.

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You were smiling way too much. 

Not in a good way either, but a bad way. This dinner outing was terribly awkward.

Endeavor–Todoroki-san–was sitting directly across from you at the end of the table, Fuyumi next to him with her girlfriend sitting next to her. Natsuo was the furthest away from Todoroki-san and had even placed his girlfriend directly across from him. You glanced over at Shouto who was talking with his mother, Rei, who sat next to him since you felt awkward taking the spot you knew Shouto wanted more.

So there you sat in a cute floral summer dress in shocking juxtaposition to the very formal looking Todoroki family, hell even Natsuo’s girlfriend was more formal appearing and she was wearing a club outfit. But there you sat smiling away whenever Todoroki-san’s eyes met yours.

God was he intimidating even without the flames coming out of his hair and beard.

“So, y/l/n, Shouto tells me that you’re not a Pro-Hero.” Todoroki-san finally states after the Todoroki siblings momentarily paused in their feuding over what was the worst way anyone of them was teased for their white hair.

Your head snapped over to Todoroki-san, your voice suddenly carrying no sound as you attempted to explain what it is that you did for a living. “I’m a, uh, I’m a–” You said attempting to find the words you were seeking, and you felt Shouto’s hand lay reassuringly onto your lap. “I’m a lawyer over at Deku’s Pro-Hero Agency.”

It was a job you were mighty damn proud of, your boss, being Midoriya Izuku was a total sweetheart and was an impressive client with cases that hardly needed you to have excruciating amounts of evidence for. 

“And what might your quirk be?”

“Endeavor–” Shouto snapped, absolutely not okay with this questionnaire, it was a family dinner, not an interrogation on you after all.

“Recall.” You answer back suddenly not nervous, easing yourself with your nerves of steel to take on your boyfriend’s unyielding father. “I can recall anything and everything I’ve experienced with 100-percent-perfection, and can, in fact, present them to other individuals. It makes me an amazing asset to have, because most Pro-Heroes, as you may recall, deal with cases caused by altered communication.” You paused grabbing Shouto’s hand from your lap and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Having me as the head lawyer makes people completely honest unless they are not aware of my quirk because as Deku-san’s lawyer they can not lie to us, as I can always bring up said events in court.”

Todoroki-san pulls away from his intense stare at you and does what you believe to see as a nod. But this small interaction caused Shouto to immediately switch seats with you, letting you sit next to Rei who gladly struck up a conversation with you that lasted through the entire night with dexterity.

At the end of the dinner, you actually were smiling out of joy. You really did enjoy Shouto’s sibling’s interactions, there hardly was a dull moment. Rei had been lovely to speak to, and being able to talk to the women Shouto loved more than anyone in the world was something that made you genuinely delighted. Things were going great.

The eight of you at the table eventually finished up dinner and were getting ready to retreat home, you went around and hugged everyone at the table, except Todoroki-san, and was delighted to have Rei hug you tightly.

“Take care of my baby boy, will you?” She whispered as she held you close, and you wordlessly nodded. “My biggest mistake in life was not being strong enough for him, but I think you are more than plenty strong.”

You felt your heart skip a painful beat as you pulled away, but there was still a joyful smile on Rei’s face as she went to hug Shouto. As Shouto placed a hand on your lower back ready to walk off with you into the night, someone called out for you.

“Y/l/n-san,” Todoroki-san spoke, and you turn your head to look at the head male of the family who seemed to be wearing a different expression then the cold look he seemed to adorn the entire evening. “Would you accompany me for a walk before you leave with my son.”

The entire group seems focused on your response, and you felt Shouto rearing to tell his father off and say you didn’t have to accompany you anywhere. Only you placed a hand on Shouto’s stomach and smiled up at your boyfriend who did not think well of his father’s invitation before he could react. “I would like that.”

You give a quick kiss to Shouto as you followed Todoroki-san out the door and into the night.

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The two of you walked in eery silence for a long time, your hands fastened in front of your body, ready for any question coming your way.

“If Shouto had introduced a girl like you to me years ago, I probably would have flipped,” Todoroki-san spoke finally, and you glanced up to see your boyfriend’s father staring up into the sky. “I’m well aware you know about what type of childhood Shouto lived, and your opinion on me as his father.”

“You don’t know my opinion.” You say in response, unsure of what he meant by that phrase, but it was something you did not wish to have put into your mouth.

“It’s the same as Midoriya-san’s, Yaoyorozu-san’s, Iida-san’s…” He paused probably only having remembered three of the influential friends that Shouto had, and you laughed softly knowing that you did, for the most part, agree with those three’s opinion on Todoroki Enji, but where they wanted Shouto to forgive and move on, you wanted Shouto to do what he felt was best. Sometimes those Pro-Heroes were a bit too selfless.

“I am a bit different from them,” You say honestly, meeting Todoroki-san’s gaze as you nod your head, “Whereas Shouto’s friends believe he should forgive you, I think that Shouto should choose whatever he feels like doing. Be it one day he hates you, or the next he doesn’t, I will support him regardless of my personal opinions towards you.”

He lets out a dry chuckle that held zero amusement to it.

“That is fair.” He agrees.

“I know it is.” You respond.

“I know you may not believe me, and I don’t blame you if you don’t, but I am trying hard to make things work.” He says gently, as if not to alarm you.

“By hosting dinner with your children’s significant others, and going as far as worrying the entire table when you asked questions that most people at the very least wait until after a proper conversation to have?” You inputted and Todoroki rolled his eyes, and you could not help but feel the same energy you got when Shouto got annoyed being replicated by his father.

“I’m sorry about that, it’s hard to turn the switch off sometimes.”

“And again, my opinion doesn’t matter,” You repeat, “I will abide by Shouto’s feelings and opinions, not my own when it comes to you.”

You can now see the Todoroki clan waiting for the two of you by the restaurant’s entrance as you have circled back.

The two of you walk in silence as you near closer and closer.

Moments before the two of you are in speaking distance to the group, Todoroki mutters something to you that you can’t help but take as a win.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad my son found someone like you,” Todoroki grumbles at you, “You make him happy, even I can tell that, even if your quirks are highly incompatible. Please keep him happy and love him, for both Rei and I.”

You stopped walking as Todoroki continued on, and you watched as Shouto walked over to you, his eyes darting back to his father’s retreating body as his sister, her girlfriend, and her mother. Natsuo and his girlfriend crossing the street and disappearing into the night.

You smiled warmly at Shouto who grabbed your arms, quickly studying your form as he checked for any and all signs of fighting or annoyance. “What did he say to you?”

You don’t respond as you go instead for a bold kiss, your arms snaking around his neck as he kisses you back. You sigh contently into Shouto’s mouth as he presses you softly onto his body. Your head tilts to the side as you deepen the kiss for mere moments before breaking apart with a rosy-cheeked grin.

Looking at him, you Recalled the memory, or at the very least the end part.

“Please keep him happy and love him, for both Rei and I.” Todoroki’s voice echoed in the memory you presented to Shouto and despite any harboring negative feelings Shouto may have had he smiles fondly.

“You do that perfectly already.”

i know i am typically really critical of endeavor because,,, yes, but i decided while i kept my criticalness of his character, I chose another route besides his typical: “fuck your girlfriend shouto! reproduce asexually please” because if shouto is introducing someone to his fam they are perfect, sorry but i dont make the rules

bonus!

“What would you have done in the worst case scenario of Endeavor not liking me?” You asked Shouto as the two of you were getting ready for bed.

“Probably would have told him off among other things.” Shouto admitted with a shrug as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“Telling him off and other things?” You question not all that sure what exactly your boyfriend meant by other things.

Shouto nodded pulling you in closer to his body as he chuckled, “My father is traditional, what better way of showing him that no amount of disapproval towards you will ever make me want you any less.” His lips gently touched the side of your neck with every word causing you to laugh.

“You spicy little rebel you.” You tease as Shouto smirks.

“Would you let this spicy little rebel show you to bed?”

“I approve of said action.”

And with that, he whisked you away.

[silver--storms]

The Only Opinion That Matters.

This was a request from the lovely @mountainofthesunn

“Can i request the boys meeting your best friend for the first time? They know her opinion is valued the most. Like how they react to the whole situation, i guess lol. For the HC/blurb stuff”

Is this a Head cannon? A Blurb? An Imagine? Who knows, but I hope this is close to what you had in mind, love! 

This was a blast to write, I tried to make them all start and end the same way to give a good comparison.

Jake:

When you told Jake you thought it was time for him to meet your best friend, expressing how important her opinion is, you watched the color fade from his face.

He spent the week before practically interrogating you for little details about her, from music to movies, anything he could find to use as talking points when they met, he wanted to know. 

The day of, Jake fusses over what he’s going to wear, he thinks it’s important for how he’s perceived. He said “Something nice but not trying too hard. Subtle.”

Jake insists on leaving early, giving him the advantage of settling in at the restaurant before she arrives, taking in his surroundings. The three of you had decided on Mexican for dinner. 

Jake plays with his lip and is quiet the whole drive over to the restaurant. When you ask what’s wrong, he grabs your hand and says he hopes he passes the test because he knows how important this is to you. You laugh at him, assuring him it’s not a test.

Jake views everything as a test or a challenge, this was no different. You couldn’t convince him otherwise even if you tried.

Upon meeting her, Jake goes for a tight hug instead of a handshake, being his usual warm self. 

Jake sits back and let’s you two catch up before jumping into the conversation, observing the way you two communicate.

He asks her plenty of questions, intently listening to each answer she gives him, at this point so enthralled he probably forgot you were sitting there next to him.

At the end of dinner Jake’s charm has completely won your best friend over, she gave you a knowing look and nod of approval. 

On the ride home, you looked over at Jake who was beaming, you chuckled “I’m assuming you think you passed the test?” Jake looked over at you with a worried look, “Did I not?” you smiled at him, “With flying colors, babe.”

Jake smirked, grabbing your hand and kissed it “Good.”

Sammy:

Sammy surprised you with having a few days off between shows, you were ecstatic he was visiting you, but you remembered you have plans this weekend to have dinner with your best friend.

You were nervous to ask Sammy if he wanted to meet her, not knowing if it was too soon, but Sammy was all about it. He said it was way overdue and perfect timing.

Sammy had known a little bit about her, overhearing some of your phone calls in the past, but didn’t want you to fill him in on anything beforehand. 

Sammy said he wanted it to be as authentic as possible. 

He suggested you all go out for pizza on Friday night, keep it casual. 

He wore his favorite blue flannel, black jeans and his hair up in an adorable messy bun, his signature look. 

Sammy insisted he wasn’t nervous or worried about it at all. He said he was excited more than anything. 

He was cool, calm and collected all the way up until you all sat down together. 

You could tell he was nervous by the way he kept playing with his hair while your best friend drilled him with questions about himself. He answered them the best he could, being put on the spot was not his forte, looking to you at times for your input. 

Sammy absentmindedly played with his pinky ring, another nervous habit he had, completely locked into the conversation.

Of course Sammy just had to bring up who has the best pizza debate, being from the Midwest he said Chicago, your best friend arguing LA and you caught in the middle. 

Feeling forced to pick sides, you threw your hands up “Look, this is between the two of you, leave me out of it!” the two of them laughing at how distressed you got. 

Sammy playfully nudging your arm “Hey, you wanted us to meet, this is what you get!” both of them laughing at you.

At the end of dinner Sammy paid the bill, saying it’s the least he could do as a ‘thank you’ for keeping you out of trouble when he’s away on tour. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes at the two of them.

You and Sammy walked her to her car and said good night. 

Driving back to your apartment Sammy told you how much he liked her and was glad you had someone so down to earth around you, especially with you living in LA.

Josh:

Josh brought up meeting your best friend before you even had the chance to. He knew it was her birthday this weekend and even though he only had a couple of days with you, he wanted you to spend time with her. 

Josh was so excited to meet her, you two had been friends since kindergarten, he knew she was the most important person in your life. 

You made reservations at her favorite steakhouse for the three of you. You texted Josh to wear something nice and to be ready by 7:00pm.

When you went to pick Josh up he had a silly smile on his face and one of his hands behind his back, hiding something.

He was wearing all white, with polka dots on his shirt and brown shoes. He looked nice when he dressed down from his usual flamboyant self. 

Josh got into the car revealing a small box gift wrapped with a tiny bow on it. You smiled at him, “You’re cute.” he smirked, “You can’t go to a birthday party without a gift, that’s just rude.” 

 “Josh, it’s just dinner, but you’re sweet.” you teased,  but his thoughtfulness made your hear flutter.

You asked what he got her to which he replied “You’ll just have to wait and see.” with a mischievous grin. 

Arriving at the restaurant Josh immediately pulled her into a big hug “It’s great to finally meet you!” 

Your heart fluttered at the interaction between the two of them, “Perfect” you thought to yourself, your two favorite people in the same room. 

You got seated and Josh handed over his present, watching excitedly as she opened it.

He got her a small gold necklace with an owl pendant, her favorite. She loved it and thanked him. 

You turned to him slightly, totally shocked at how he knew she was obsessed with owls. He returned your look of confusion with a wink and a hand squeeze under the table. 

Josh ordered a fancy bottle of wine for the three of you, declaring loudly “You only turn 25 once, we’re going to make it special.” he chuckled, “Happy Birthday.”

You swooned over the gesture and how easy they were able to vibe together. 

You were very impressed with how Josh held himself. You had never seen him so calm and laid back as he was tonight. 

You could tell he was trying really hard to make a good first impression.

The night came to an end and on the drive back Josh wouldn’t stop dissecting the night.

“I’m so glad she liked my gift, I was so nervous.” he admitted shyly “She’s a very chill person, I liked her a lot.” you kissed his cheek as he payed attention to the road “I’m happy to hear it. You did great babe, thanks for doing this.”  

Danny:

Danny had been bothering you for a few weeks now, asking when you’d get to meet your best friend. 

You finally found time in all three of your schedules to get together for an hour or two.

It was Danny’s idea to get together for coffee, wanting to keep it low-key.

Danny chose to wear his go to comfy sweater, dark jeans and his hair half up, half down.

Danny treated the three of you to coffee, all sitting down around a tiny table next to a window.

Danny wasted no time with small talk, asking your best friend about her interests and what she was studying in college. Why she chose that major and how she is liking it so far.

He didn’t seem nervous at all, engaging in conversation with a sense of excitement. 

He made a genuine effort to get to know her as much as possible, he knew how close the two of you were and who is important to you is important to him.

Danny and her were both well traveled, talking about all their favorite spots they’ve visited and what countries were still on their bucket lists.

You watched Danny as he so effortlessly connected with her. You had never had a boyfriend try so hard to get to know the people you loved, it was so endearing. 

Half way through the conversation Danny offered to grab everyone refills, like the gentleman he is, as he got up and left the table your best friend gave you a telling look.

You got nervous, she had been known to not like a lot of your boyfriends in the past, all of them she’s been right about. Danny knew this, her approval was the only one that mattered.

She leaned in close to you “If you don’t marry him, I will. He is phenomenal, the sweetest man ever. “ you laughed as she continued, “No, seriously, it’s been like what, an hour and he’s easily my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had. I more than approve!” you smiled at her, glancing over your shoulder, watching as he struggled to carry all three mugs back to the table with a big goofy smile as you two locked eyes.

Turning your attention back to your friend “Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” you beamed. 

On the car ride home Danny asked “So, how did I do? Did I get her blessing?” you giggled at how formal he was being, “Yes, she loved you” you smirked “But who doesn’t love you?”

As always let me know what you think! :)

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: [okay so my thought is that like maybe he's been sorting out a Cass rage because he's actually going to this festival and she's fuming about it for obvious reasons but then he comes back and Janis is thinking that Harry might show up cos had that convo with Grace so she's being weird and he's like ?] Janis: [solid plan, awks all 'round, just tryna play off you've been busy whilst he's been arguing like oh hi, definitely didn't hear any of that 'alright?'] Jimmy: [just going for a 🚬 immediately because he's obvs not alright] Janis: fair Janis: they could take a few tips, like Jimmy: gutted they don't know where I live then Jimmy: for that and loads of other reasons, like Janis: naturally Janis: such good craic, who wouldn't want them popping over for a cuppa Jimmy: hot water and 🍋 is nearer to the order they'd put in Janis: do you charge for that at CG? Janis: probably a couple of euro, still Jimmy: put a fancy name on it and you can charge for owt Janis: they're stupid enough to buy it Janis: we're definitely getting them the cheapest paint-thinner vodka, yeah Jimmy: what do you want? 🍾? Janis: 🙄 deffo Janis: any +1s I can get Jimmy: such a celebration 🙌 Janis: everyone's feeling it Janis: we might not end up going anyway Jimmy: what? Janis: you know, fuck knows where they're all at with it Janis: 🤞 I've convinced Grace she has to though Jimmy: fuck's sake Jimmy: whose idea were this? obvs a right dickhead Janis: yeah Janis: if we don't bottle it she can't Janis: tried her best but Jimmy: bottle her before I stay here Janis: you gotta be hot about it Janis: rude Jimmy: 😎🚬 Jimmy: come sit with me Janis: you sure Jimmy: you don't wanna? Janis: just thinking if there's any more shit news I have to give you before I do Jimmy: is there? Janis: I dunno Janis: you given any thought to who Mia's mystery guest could be Jimmy: I reckon that 🏌 trip her daddy's on might be #fake Janis: that'd make it all worth it Janis: none of us are that 🍀 Jimmy: or she's choosing now to come out with her 🤞 you will an' all Janis: shut up Janis: you're meant to think Asia is irreplaceable Jimmy: duh Jimmy: I know I'm #blessed Janis: you're the only one Jimmy: 😏 Janis: we all know Mia isn't surprising her with lizard boy Jimmy: or 🐸 from previous Janis: if we're doing a this is your life of her exes, she'll need a bus Jimmy: Alright, no need to make me jealous Jimmy: can't be arsed with the green emojis Janis: you can't be Janis: very #ungoals Janis: they're all massive slags and proud Janis: 'cept #2, who wouldn't and Tammy who couldn't Jimmy: Holly's a good name, bit prickly her Jimmy: the marding and the hair regrowth Janis: 😂 Janis: so mean Jimmy: did have to laugh when princess Ella were like mime to a sad song about it Janis: no doubt being favourite got her cocky but her comebacks were better Jimmy: wonder who'll be fave by the time we get there Janis: not her, if Holly made good on her threat Jimmy: bloody musical thrones Jimmy: could be on telly Janis: 🙄 don't say that Janis: already think they're interesting enough to film it Jimmy: I get it, that's only us, eh babe? 😏 Janis: duh Janis: why it weren't hard to 👑👑 Jimmy: pissed on my 💍 proposal, still fuming Janis: me and all Janis: chat about not getting sarcasm, you know Asia's gonna come at me with a Pinterest moodboard moment Janis: tah so much Jimmy: proper 💕 that girl Janis: mm Jimmy: leaning on your phone cos you're 🗭 about 💍👰 Jimmy: very #goals that Janis: not gonna waste any time dreaming when it's SO real am I Jimmy: you don't want a 🌠 to have a go on then? Jimmy: loads out here Janis: what a totally believable coincidence Janis: guess I better Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [coming out like oh hey] Jimmy: [patting the doorstep he's sitting on like have a seat] Janis: [doing it but raising a brow like 😏 'you gonna give me my annual report or something?'] Jimmy: ['that what you're after from me, is it?' 😏 'loads of long words'] Janis: [shrugs 'asking if you were gonna punish me seemed cliche so'] Jimmy: [a little lol] Janis: [nudges him, not in a shut up way but a how're you way] Jimmy: [puts his head on her shoulder cos not alright so gotta be OTT about it] Janis: [strokes his hair 'we don't have to go, you know, if you need to stay here...they're perfectly capable of tearing themselves apart in the meantime'] Jimmy: [makes an unimpressed noise cos can't admit that he wants to go to be with her or get into how he always needs to stay here whether he likes it or not] Janis: [smushes his face 'alright, grumpy'] Jimmy: [pushing her off but then pulling her into you at the same time as if you're not already close af to each other] Janis: ['what do you wanna do?' soft] Jimmy: [kisses her because that's always what he wants to do even though we all know that's not what she meant] Janis: [allowing it though 'cos same] Jimmy: [just a nice little make out moment to lose ourselves in and forget everything else] Janis: [you really deserve it] Jimmy: ['do you wanna go?' we know the answer is no but] Janis: ['any chance to fuck with them is a good idea, yeah' 'cos wasn't a bad one, just ehh 'cos of this Harry thing and Cass going off] Jimmy: [nods like that's that settled then cos god forbid you offer your own opinion boy] Janis: ['plus, we get to have our own tent'] Jimmy: ['there's nowt you could say or do to convince me to go if we didn't' sounds like such a challenge lol] Janis: ['stop tryna make me feel special, boy' 😏] Jimmy: ['wouldn't be very goals of me, that'] Janis: [makes face like, gutted] Jimmy: [shamelessly just touching her face nbd] Janis: [looking awayayay] Jimmy: [when that devastates you but there's nothing you can say or do because everything's so casual and so only sexual yep] Janis: [just resting your head on his shoulder now 'cos drama] Jimmy: [playing with her hair in the softest way because of course] Janis: ['what are you gonna wear then?' 'cos we're definitely all thinking about our #lewks rn] Jimmy: [such a surprised lol because not what he expected her to say obvs] Janis: ['this isn't a laughing matter' in some semblance of a Mia impression] Jimmy: [when it's probably pretty accurate so you flinch like oh no I hate that] Janis: [loling evilly, 'not doing Asia for you, get over it'] Jimmy: [💔 hands even though it means you have to stop playing with her hair for a sec] Janis: ['bitch' who we referring to here] Jimmy: [nudges her like oi cos assuming she means him] Janis: ['what you gonna do about it?' 😏] Jimmy: [playfight cos it's been a minute] Janis: ['not going to apologize to her'] Jimmy: ['if not that, what is the plan?'] Janis: [🤔 face] Jimmy: [hiding his 😍 by looking at the imaginary watch like any time you're ready] Janis: [nudges him like alright, alright 'how can we make the divide even bigger? need to get them to fight again, which really shouldn't be hard'] Jimmy: ['your sister and the tall one are already about to snap, no challenge there, if we really want to fuck her over we need to get her ultimate fave on side' shrugs because that's always the mood] Janis: ['yeah, but they always roll over, that's the problem, we have to kick it up that notch so they all go beyond that...I just don't know how, ditto what we can give that one that Mia can't, like' shrugs back] Jimmy: [gets his phone and shows her that he's messaging Asia like he really wants her boyfriend there for the lad bants because that's an easy given to annoy Mia] Janis: ['I think she's invited Harry, or she wants me to think she has or- I don't fucking know but I don't think he'll come anyway' when you just blurt that out in response 'cos as good a time as any] Jimmy: [such a look like wtf cos god knows what he'll say if he blurts something out rn cos so 😒] Janis: ['the way she didn't say...they basically give each other measurements and a star-rating usually so- don't you reckon she was trying to get at us?' shrugs like could be wrong but we all know it ain't] Jimmy: [when you get up because you know she's right and you're fuming honey] Janis: ['I know' but also like ?! reaction you can't hide] Jimmy: [he literally has no words for how fucked up this all is and how much he can't stand Mia so just the biggest sigh to ever have existed] Janis: ['there's no way he'll come, bet she ain't even asked'] Jimmy: ['that's alright then' bit of sarcasm for you there Ella lol] Janis: ['Well, ain't it?'] Jimmy: [😒 af face] Janis: ['she's a cunt, we've known that'] Jimmy: [sitting back down where you were but you're not chill at all] Janis: [getting him another 🚬 and then herself] Jimmy: [furiously 🚬 while he's trying to think of ways to fuck Mia over] Janis: sorry Jimmy: shut up Janis: well I am Jimmy: [just looking at her like don't] Janis: [shrugs like fine but is just jogging her leg up and down 'cos not cool with this and has been thinking about it since the chat] Jimmy: [puts his hand on said leg like stop it's okay] Janis: ['he's so-' lacking the words or adequately hardcore 😒 face for him] Jimmy: ['he's nowt we can't handle' but so genuinely said not like ha we're so 🥇 bants] Janis: ['we shouldn't have to, you especially but still, it's bullshit'] Jimmy: [shrugs but looking at her 'I said you're worth sticking around for, didn't I?' because everything is bullshit or worse in jimothy's life rn we know so to say that and mean it is a LOT 'not gonna change my mind 'cause of him, her or any other knobheads'] Janis: ['I-' when you can't even begin to say anything that you think matches what he's just said remotely so you just falter but the LOOK is everything] Jimmy: ['it'll be alright' said like even if it's not it still will be because he literally only cares about her so he'll make sure it is] Janis: [nods and squeezes his hand 'fuck 'em all'] Jimmy: [draws the heart with their initials in on her hand with his fingertip pressing harder than usual for emphasis and obvs using the hand she's not holding so he doesn't have to let go because they in this together and such a good team and not because he loves her or anything nope] Janis: ['draw blood or it didn't happen, baby' bravado to cover the real as hell 😳] Jimmy: [taking the invitation to do a new lovebite because we all need that distraction before shit gets any feelsier] Janis: [lean into the sex of it all kids 'cos we don't need to fake any of that to still be real[ Jimmy: [lowkey love that you're on the doorstep still] Janis: [bonjour neighbours, Ian will be thrilled and thus I am 'cos fuck you] Jimmy: [same because you make this flatwhite drama seem like a picnic sir] Janis: [true tea, like in the grand scheme of things, are we bothered] Jimmy: [he's really not we know he's only doing any of this for her and to spend time with her so] Janis: [and as much as Mia deserves payback by this point, this is all a distraction from the real mess of her life too so] Jimmy: [the truest tea] Janis: [probably do at least take this to the back lol] Jimmy: [enough people and a dog milling around to make you think someone could be about to come out of that door and convince you to move lol] Janis: [god bless] Jimmy: [take all the alone time you can get rn cos this festival is gonna be a LOT] Janis: [we know it, as much as you're low-key just like we gonna spend the whole time just 😍 at this point, 'cos fuck it, won't actually be that, soz] Jimmy: [mhmm we'll make sure Mia has a worse time but it's not gonna be all fun and games for you two] Janis: [joy of joys] Jimmy: [we should make a list of everything we wanna happen in terms of the flatwhites bs when we're done but before we start the festival fr so we can decide how to ref it] Janis: [good idea carrot] Jimmy: [cos obvs we only care how it effects jj soz not soz] Janis: [but of course, we gotta timeline the drama so we don't forget anything] Jimmy: [do we wanna now or is there anything else we wanna do in this convo?] Janis: [hmm, like she's probably gonna try and leave 'cos still in that stage of like, you don't want me to sleep over but aside from that moment, we can probs get going on the plan] Jimmy: [we could always bring out the big guns because Ian isn't gonna want him to go either but like obvs don't wanna go too hard with that before they go for a million reasons] Janis: [we can deffo do that afterwards, like they've already had a time then Ian is fuming, think that's better] Jimmy: [agreed because we know we're gonna do something to make the fwb awks on top of the flatwhites bs so his mood will be peak sick of Ian's shit] Janis: [gonna move her in so soon get over it sir] Jimmy: [alright in that vein how do you wanna do her trying to leave?] Janis: [like it clearly gets to tea time or something like that where she can be like, I'll leave you to it] Jimmy: [and he's like bit rude like it's all bants and she's a rich girl with fancy tastes and he's a poor boy who can't cook we know the drill] Janis: [and she's like don't be stupid 🙄 'cos gotta defend yourself even in bants] Jimmy: [and he's like now I'm thick as well, tah very much etc etc] Janis: ['just northern'] Jimmy: ['oi, keep taking my lines off me and what am I meant to say?' and a look that's nearly a LOOK because there's so much being unsaid and we all know it, them included] Janis: [mimes 🤐 but on his face not hers for closeness you simply do not need but clearly do] Jimmy: [picks her up which you're still not meant to do boy and puts her on the kitchen counter like you're staying that settles it] Janis: ['am I sous chef or the appetizer?'] Jimmy: [can't speak cos 🤐 but his 👀 are saying so much rn] Janis: [thinking he's being quiet 'cos the kids are like in the lounge or something so kinda like whooops 'dessert, maybe'] Jimmy: [still looking at her like are you gonna stay for that long because don't actually wanna say it in case she's like no] Janis: [shrugs like nbd 'no one's expecting me, like'] Jimmy: [releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, like] Janis: [getting down off the counter like go on then, lemme help] Jimmy: [god knows what we're making but we're doing it together guys] Janis: [kissing his cheek 'cos he's cute] Jimmy: [properly kissing her because that made him die] Janis: [remember at calis in the kichen, a mood] Jimmy: [we should have one of the kids come in before they get too extra/the food is forgotten about entirely] Janis: [deffo] Jimmy: [who do you vote for cos very different vibes depending if it's Bobby or Cass lol] Janis: [we can be a bit mean and say its Cass] Jimmy: [LOL imagine her face just like don't mind me starving to death you two carry on] Janis: [not winning any points yet babe] Jimmy: [we know you will soon gal] Janis: what did your ex do? Jimmy: ? Janis: she must've done something to make your sister hate all of your 'gfs' that hard by default Janis: even if I am delaying her tea, like Jimmy: she did loads of things Janis: right Jimmy: @ either of them for the list Janis: you're alright Janis: not that nosy Jimmy: just 🤏 Jimmy: I get it Janis: 'course Janis: if the reason my parents hated you was worth telling I would, like Jimmy: community service ain't enough of a reason? Janis: 'course not Janis: not when you pretend you're still cool to prove you ever were Jimmy: 👎 Janis: what, you wanna go harder to be public enemy #1? Janis: 🙄😏 Jimmy: obviously Janis: you tryna displease my parents is just as weird as you tryna please 'em Janis: just pretend they don't exist, yeah Jimmy: spoilsport Janis: they ain't even in your age-range Janis: behave Jimmy: gutted about that an' all Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: gross, you Jimmy: Bill's gonna be well proud of that protest Jimmy: and your cool parents an' all Janis: piss off Janis: [😒 face] Jimmy: [hooray we can do the beloved pouty face lip thing when he of course kisses her rn oh how I've missed it] Janis: [likewise 'cos loves that so much] Jimmy: [I think it's the first time and I'm fine about it] Janis: [in that case, she's so not, forgetting you just got shaded about being extra so hard] Jimmy: [soz not soz Cass] Janis: ['you know-' being quiet enough that hopefully you aren't disturbing everyone rn '-you know how much I want you' is that a question or a statement, we love being vague] Jimmy: [there's no way he's being quiet enough if he doesn't kiss her really hard rn deal with it everyone he doesn't wanna take care of y'all he wants to be 15 and extra] Janis: [let this boy live] Jimmy: [we're living in this kitchen atm though] Janis: [gotta be up against the door like soz no one come in rn] Jimmy: [give them all the moments thank you cos there's no stopping this and we aren't sorry about it] Janis: [y'all will be fine, they won't] Jimmy: [exactly] Janis: ['I need you' 'cos close as you're allowed to get rn ty] Jimmy: [likewise say her name in response cos that's all I'm letting you say] Janis: [all ready for this trip] Jimmy: [gonna be hilarious for us but not for you] Janis: [so, let's do a flatwhite cringe checklist lol, one of them, probably Asia, needs to be schwasted and get WELL lost, like maybe her mans does show halfway through the night and is like where is she and they're like ??? and then it's dramaaaa] Jimmy: [that's a really good idea] Jimmy: [I think Grace should be the one who hooks up with a lad and then they can't get rid of him and his gaggle of mates because that'd annoy Mia so much which she swore to Janis she would do but also something she would do because Ella called her fat and Hollie should sleep with one of the others but not remember which one it is like we said] Janis: [I vibe that, oh Hollie, hmm what else, one of them needs to freak out in the crowd and have to get pulled out, that's v cringe, like it's hardly a moshpit ladies] Jimmy: [I was literally gonna say someone should go to the first aid tent for no real reason because same vibe] Jimmy: [Ella should be the crowd freaker outer because she probably doesn't like to be touched and Mia should go to the first aid tent like nearly as soon as they get there because gotta pull focus and phone her daddy for that attention she's not getting from her squad rn] Janis: [approved, what a holy show, ladies, plus if Mia does that it'd be a way to force them into a truce without them realizing like omg are you okay and all taking care of her she don't need] Jimmy: [yeah exactly what a snek and it gives her an excuse to cry over the fact Harry ain't coming without them knowing that's why like she's not upset she's just so ill okay] Janis: [obviously they'll all get white girl wasted and embarrassing with that] Jimmy: [good lord yes that's a given at least when JJ get drunk they embarrass themselves with how much they secretly love each other, state of that lot honestly] Janis: [seriously, if it's a small festival maybe the lads they hook up with are in one of the bands 'cos that'd be annoying thinking they're like famous and it's like you aren't though and you were probably shite] Jimmy: [yaaaas I love that] Jimmy: [I also vote that the weather is really crap cos JJ won't care but they would cos their hair and their lewks] Janis: ['cos it always is and you have to roll with it but they apparently didn't get the memo lol] Jimmy: [Hollie the only one vaguely appropriately dressed for festival life] Janis: [it's funny 'cos festival fashion is meant to be so effortless and none of them can ever like they'll look so try-hard and their age 'cos younger girls are like that at raves and shit too like you gotta hang] Jimmy: [mhmm so mad cos Janis looks fire whenever aren't you Mia] Janis: [their posh girl lewks, oh lord] Jimmy: [I just imagine Mia's dad being slightly weird about getting updates throughout the weekend cos he's that cringey and near incesty] Janis: [deffo, when you're in a relationship with your dad, like how's golf, how's the lads, eurgh] Jimmy: [honestly though just having that husband and wife style convo nbd] Janis: [that's why you mad he cheating on your ma, don't lie] Jimmy: [the tea, girls that are older than you but still far too young for him and everything you wish you were] Janis: [he's not even fit it's so sad and gross] Jimmy: [no happy ending for you hun] Janis: [so we've got a good idea for them, what do we wanna do with the fwb moment?] Jimmy: [I wanna fuck it up cos I'm evil but I'm not sure how yet] Janis: [hmm, let's think]

[mashafootball]

Emotional Drunk (Julian Brandt Imagine)

A/N: This one was “requested” by an anon (I really like the prompt of you & ju never really talking about marriage and kids but one day you come home drunk and talk about having his babies lol idk) 

I changed it a bit (Julian coming home drunk instead of Y/N), but if you “insist” on your request, you can message me again and I can write another one or a part 2 or something like that. 

Enjoy! Short Julian Brandt FLUFF 

You let out a frustrated groan as you skipped through the Instagram-story of your boyfriend’s brother while brushing your teeth. “You can’t be serious...”, you mumbled to yourself as you saw a short sequence of Julian dancing around the club, completely out of his mind. Even though you expected Julian to let a little loose while he could enjoy some off-time, you didn’t even dare to think about drunk, silly Julian dancing around a club looking like a maniac. Due to the fact that you have been together with this maniac for more than three years already you knew that he probably had about three beers, maybe four. Because believe it or not Julian Brandt, tall, handsome, fit – couldn’t handle alcohol, at all! You still remember that one time where he had two glasses of champagne on New Year’s Eve and half an hour later you were tugging him into his bed, kissing his forehead and wishing him a good night. Being able to watch Julian being drunk (or at least a little drunk) was quite something and somehow you always enjoyed observing him as soon as he started to act ‘a little funny’ (as he usually liked to call his behavior the following day), but not being there with him made you feel a little uneasy.

“Watch out for him and stop posting stories, Jan.”, you texted Jannis after hopping into bed, taking the book you are currently reading with you. “Ok mum.” You scrunched up your nose at his reply, shaking your head slightly. “Do you need me to pick you up later?” After sending the last text you started reading your book, diving into the storyline, forgetting about your phone completely. As you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the minute you put the book back on its place on your nightstand, grabbing your phone and turning off the bedside lamp. “We wi take as taxsi.”, you read Jannis reply, not really knowing if you should laugh or cry. Every single event that involved Jannis usually ended pretty bad, most of the time really funny, but still also bad. That boy truly is a party animal and while Julian is more the relaxed, ‘I enjoying staying at home’ type of guy, he often let Jannis force him to attend parties he normally would never even think about. “Ok. Stay safe! And please take care of Ju!” Despite you knowing that Jannis was probably already too drunk to even take care of himself, you really hoped that he would watch out for crazy, drunk Julian.

You tossed and turned for a while in the big bed, hating the feeling of falling asleep alone but after some time tiredness took over and you finally fell asleep.

All of a sudden there was a muffled sound coming from your flat’s hallway, awakening you immediately. For a few moments you didn’t really know what to do, your breathing was way to heavy and you could feel your heart hammer against your chest. Still confused from having slept almost a minute prior you took a look at Julian’s side of the bed, preparing yourself for waking him so he could protect you from whatever just entered the flat. “Oh.” You had to stop yourself from chuckling as you got out of bed, your feet shuffling on the cold floor as you walked out of the bedroom.

“Y/N!”, Julian exclaimed happily as soon as he saw you, stumbling towards you ready to embrace you in a hug. “Julian.”, you said with a disgusted look on your face “You stink.” You could see the smile leaving his face as soon as you said it, making you regret what you had just told him. How could you forget that he always gets extra vulnerable and emotional after a few drinks? “What’s that – what do you mean?”, he shook his head, giving you a confused look. “Nothing, Schatz. Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”, you said instead offering him your hand while your other one stroked his neck. “No.”, he furrowed his eyebrows, puckering his lips as he looked at you, “What do you mean?” You could see the confusion written all over his face, almost making you laugh, but you reminded yourself that laughing would probably make him cry right now. “You smell of alcohol Ju, that’s what I meant. Now come on!”, you tried pulling him with you, but he just wouldn’t move. Rather than giving him, he pulled himself away from your grip, slowly tumbling towards your sofa. “Julian...”, you tried again, walking over to the couch, standing next to him. “Aren’t you tired? Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Y/N you don’t take me seriously.”, he sighed laying back on the couch and closing his eyes. “Of course, I do Julian.”, you tried to reason him, only making him sigh again. “No, you don’t.”, he gave you a stern look, almost making you feel bad. You tried to suppress your grin as you took a seat next to him, reaching over to smooth his hair back. Even though you could feel your boyfriend relaxing into your touch, his stern look just didn’t stop. “Tell me one..one one thing, Y/N.”, he slurred while raising a finger at you.

“Yes, Julian?”, you let out a yawn, realizing just now how late (or rather early) it already was. “Y/N.”, he whined as he saw that you took a look at the clock behind him. “Yes, Julian!” You shot him a smile, continuously stroking up and down his back, “What is it?”, you tried encouraging him to say whatever he wanted to say but it seemed like he was struggling with finding the right words.

“Y/N Y/L/N” You raised your eyebrows at him as he said your full name, “If I asked you right n- right now, here on this sofa. Yes?”, you nodded your head, not really understanding what his point was. “Would you..”, he reached out to scratch his neck, something he usually only does when he’s quite nervous, “If I asked you here on this beige sofa Y/N would you marry me?”, he looked at you hopefully, his right hand still gripping his neck. You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to say, because you couldn’t really tell how he would react to whatever you could say. “Julian.”, you giggled, placing your arm around his wide shoulders, “you are so drunk, Liebling.”, while you continued you smiling, Julian didn’t look happy at all, his eyes glistening dangerously. “What?”, he muttered at the loss of his words, “No?”, his sad puppy eyes falling on your face. You let out a shaky breath, once again not really sure if you shouldn’t laugh or cry. “We could talk about that another time, yeah? I think you would actually plan your proposal a little different.” But Julian didn’t seem very happy with your answer. “Can’t you accept me the way I am?”, the look he had in his eyes almost breaking your heart. Thankfully, he was just drunk, otherwise you would have died on the spot because his puppy eyes were just too much to handle. “What are you talking about? Of course, I accept you the way you are. Julian it’s late and we should both head off to bed now, so come on, I will help you with everything.”, you promised, but he still didn’t start moving.

“You know, Y/N. Y/N I always think about having babies with you. But I guess that will not work.”, he swallowed, “now because in ‘your opinion’”, he put ‘your opinion’ in quotation marks with his hands, “I stink.”

You were well aware of the fact that Julian was completely drunk. Way too drunk to be taken seriously, but still, his words made your heart flutter a bit, because even though you two had been together for quite a while, you never really talked about marriage and kids before. As you looked at him, looking more tired than ever and also very unhappy and nervous, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again. The sad look in his eyes as you ‘denied’ his ‘proposal’ made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Julian.”, you said softly, taking his big shaking hand in yours, “I love you very much and one day I will force you to marry me.”, you said while seeing the lopsided smile appear in his face, “and after that I will force you to get me pregnant, because I can’t even wait to have little kids running around that look at you. But we will talk about that tomorrow, come on now!”, this time he cooperated a little more, letting you pull his figure up from the couch. As you tried to pull him after you into the bathroom, he held you back, pulling your figure into his body, the smell of alcohol stinging in your nose.

“I feel very nauseous right now, but I can’t wait.”

{ tagged: @julianbrandtrelated @holybrandt }

[neo-culture-taste]

Abeilles au Printemps - 4.5 🐝

Alternate Title: Bees in Spring

Genre: AU, romance, drama, comedy, smut

Summary: He wanted you back and you wanted nothing to do with him. But your ex-boyfriend was like a drug and you often found yourself giving into the temptation. Because damn did it feel good. And damn did you know it wasn’t good for either one of you.

Pairing: Taeyong x Y/N (fem)

Rating: Mostly mature themes/ language. Sex (duh).

Word Count: 2800+

For other chapters, see the masterlist.

A/N: THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE LIKE  A ONESHOT. YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS. But you might as well because it’s a good read in my opinion, lol.

Likewise, this chapter can be skipped since it is just some extra insight into Y/N’s relations with Taeyong.

Taeyong’s persistence at getting you back had surpassed the title of annoyance. His reaction was the same every time you ran into him; genuine surprise and absolute disbelief that you were standing there before him. You were almost like a dream to him, ephemeral and fleeting. If he kept his eyes closed for too long and opened them again, you'd be gone. So of course he wanted to do anything he could to persuade you back into his arms. Text messages and voicemails from him filtered into your inboxes everyday, and you didn't respond to a single one--sometimes viewing or listening to them at your leisure if not ignoring them completely.

You made an effort to never go to his side of town for anything unless absolutely necessary, like if you had to meet a client, or…if you had to go to that one particular mall because it had a specific store you wanted to shop from. You knew it was a bad idea to go. And it was confirmed to be one when you ran into him, who had just so happened to be buying a pair of shoes on the same day you were.

That was your first mistake.

Taeyong spotted you immediately, making his way over to you as quickly as he always did. He got very close, well into your personal space. He tried to hug you, but you took a step back, declining any sort of physical contact, though he was still close enough for you to smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath.

“It's rare I see you this soon after one of your disappearing acts,” he said to you. He was wearing a small smile, the fondness in his gaze ever apparent. “I think fate is pulling us back together again.”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You wanted to get rid of him for good. To get it through his thick skull that you didn't want to be his girlfriend ever again. “You know I have a boyfriend,” you reminded him, hoping that today he would finally get the hint.

“That didn't stop you from riding my dick all those other times,” he blared rather confidently.

You sputtered, choking on your spit at his crass declaration. Quickly grabbing him by the sleeve of his leather jacket while leering at a judgemental lady passing by with her millions of shopping bags, you dragged him into a nearby record store that was playing loud music with the idea that it would drown out your now hushed conversation. You didn't really want to talk about this in the middle of a busy mall. Anyone who knew you knew how much you valued your privacy. But you really wanted him to just go away and leave you alone--so you could leave him alone.

“I didn't have a boyfriend then,” you told him.

“But you did last week when you were bent over the back of my couch.” Touché, Taeyong. Touché.

Sighing heavily you pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. He was a burden, really. A burden you inflicted upon yourself repeatedly. As much as you wanted him to leave you alone, you weren't really doing much to keep him away. Sometimes you couldn't resist him, and when an opportunity presented itself you let him lure you into his bed--not that it required much work for him to do it. But as soon as you got what you wanted you would disappear again, and continue to reject his notions of ever winning you back. You wanted him to get over you--to give up hope and let you kick him to the curb and stay on the curb already.

“You came over to see me,” he continued. “That meant that you wanted to see me. Why else would you come?” He wasn't wrong but he wasn't right either. And you had a very simple answer to his question.

“For sex, Taeyong.”

“Because you still want me,” he said as a matter of fact.

Okay. You were over this now. It was time to leave him alone once and for all. “Taeyong, I already told you--”

You stopped mid sentence upon locking eyes with a man standing a distance behind Taeyong on the other side of the walkway. Unconsciously your hand went to grab at the bottom of his shirt and you fisted it tightly in your palm. Perplexed, Taeyong twisted his body around to see just what had grabbed your attention so abruptly, only to have himself lock eyes with the man that hated the two of you the most. The ex-boyfriend you left for Taeyong.

Eyes narrowing, he turned back to you and peered down at your own pissed off expression. Your hand was still holding onto his shirt and he quickly put the actions of your behavior together.

“You went back to him, too, didn't you?” Taeyong questioned.

Your eyes snapped back to look up at him and you said nothing, confirming his assumption.

“And he did the same shit he did to you before.” You weren't the only one angered now. Taeyong was ready to do something you knew would turn out with the guy thirty feet behind him in the hospital.

“Taeyong--”

“Hold on a minute while I go punch his fucking face in--”

“No!” You grabbed onto his face before he could turn away, forcing him to look at you. “He's not worth the fight nor the lawsuit you're not going to win.” You let out sigh of relief when his shoulders relaxed and you were sure he wasn't going to jump the other man. “I'm over him.”

Taeyong was dangerous. Not only in the literal sense that made up his bad boy persona, but in a way that brought out the worst in the people around him. Especially you and your ex-boyfriend. Taeyong was the reason your relationship with that other asshole derailed into disaster in the first place. And you did high-key use being with Taeyong against your ex as a part of your revenge plot. So… you figured you could do it a second time.

And that was also your second mistake.

Taeyong took your hands on him as permission that he could do the same and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer towards him. “So you don’t want to be with that dickhead. And you don't want to be with whatever loser you're with now.” You never said that explicitly, but it was more or less the truth. “Will you please stop playing hard to get back already?”

The asshole of an ex was still glaring at you from across the way, monitoring your every interaction with Taeyong, and simmering in his rage. The hatred was very mutual and you wanted to piss him off even more. So with your eyes still on the other man, and accepting that you were about to make yet another horrible decision, you moved to wrap your arms around Taeyong's neck and pressed your body flush against him.

Looking back to Taeyong you said, “I'll think about it,” with a sultry smirk on your lips.

Returning your smirk with his own, he craned his head to whisper in your ear, “Do you want to really piss him off?” Taeyong wasn't an idiot. Just a moment ago you were trying to get as far away from him as possible and now you were suddenly all over him. He was accustomed to this--accustomed to your games. He knew you were just using him to piss off your ex and that you would leave him as soon as you were done. But as much as he didn't like it, he went along with it anyway.

Because he'd do anything to be with you even if it was only for a short moment.

“What do you have in mind?” You didn't need to ask. You knew what he was going to do. And you knew you shouldn't have let him do it. He was willingly walking into your trap and you into his. That was how the two of you did things.

That was also how you always ended up back in bed with him.

Your lips met and you found yourself losing control almost immediately. It didn't feel wrong at first. It never did. It just felt good. It was always good with Taeyong. You knew once you started you wouldn't want to stop. The only reason you did stop was because a group of teenagers cat called and yelled at you two to get a room, reminding you that you were indeed still in the middle of a crowded mall on a Saturday afternoon.

Your ex had long scoffed and stomped away from the sight of you lip locking with the same guy who stole you away from him before. But you didn't even care about him anymore. All you cared about was the way the man with his tongue down your throat was making you feel between your legs.

Taeyong lived nearby and had walked to the mall, and your car was currently being used by your younger brother. Your brother dropped you off at the mall and left you to find your own way back home with public transportation. You hailed a taxi from a mobile app and made out with Taeyong outside of a department store while you waited, then made out in the back seat the entire ride to Taeyong's place. You tipped the driver handsomely for putting up with your horny bullshit.

Oh, and neither of you remembered you had gone to the mall to buy shoes that day.

The door was barely closed before you were pressing him to lie down against his ratty couch cushions, clawing at his belt to get his pants off as quickly as you could. You absolutely hated that couch and you had badgered him countlessly about getting a new one, and he insisted it had some sort of sentimental value. But even though you hated it, you were quite grateful for it and was astonished by it holding up against all the crazy fucking you two did on it.

Pulling his pants down, you freed his erection and it sprang to attention against him. Taeyong's eyes fluttered closed and he let out a loud grunt as your hand wrapped around him and massaged him slowly. Your core ached at the sight and feel of him in your palm and you couldn't wait any longer. Hiking the flowy skirt of your dress higher up your thighs, you lifted yourself over him on your knees. He replaced your hands holding up your dress with his in assistance as one of your hands went to push aside your underwear and the other went to align Taeyong at your entrance.

“Yes, baby,” he breathed as you sat down on him, in harmony with the moan that fell from your lips. “We fit so fucking perfectly.”

“Shut up,” you said, sliding your hands underneath his graphic T-shirt. You didn't want to hear him say how perfect it was. You could feel how perfect it was. “Take off your jacket. Gripping his sides you began to move your body against his, sliding yourself up and down his hard cock.

He lifted his torso off the cushions and shimmied out of his leather jacket, then tended to gently sliding the light cardigan your wore off your shoulders. His core strength was ridiculous. “So beautiful and so perfect,” he breathed into the side of your neck.

“Taeyong,” you whined wanting him to shut up again and from the rough and ravenous kiss he placed on your neck. The back of your head was held in place by one of his strong arms. The other was rubbing up and down the smooth skin of your thigh.

He was laying back down, your hand gripped onto his shoulders as you slowly rolled your hips into each other, your mouths in a distracted wet and breathy battle. You could no longer stand the the thin layers of clothing left between you, fisting the back of his shirt with both hands and tugging it roughly over his head. The last piece was your dress, the skinny straps sliding down your arms as he ungracefully yanked the bodice down your torso. Your breasts were now at the mercy of his mouth. His teeth grazing at your skin and his tongue dragging against your nipples. Your head tilted back as you let out a loud moan, the sensations bringing you higher in your pleasure.

“I don’t know why you wasted your time going back to that piece of rabbit shit,” Taeyong growled against your skin. “Doyoung can’t make you feel the way I do. No one can.”

“Taeyong, please,” you begged for him to stop talking, not wanting to hear any of it. Because he was right. There was no one else that could make you feel that way. Sex with him was uniquely Taeyong. It was uniquely for you. And it filled you up with so many different emotions. “Please just fuck me harder.”

“You know I'll fuck you any way you want.”

“Harder,” you choked out when he unapologetically began thrusting roughly into you.

“Of course, babe,” he managed to grunt before guiding you to lie down on the couch, opposite to how you were when you started.

He lifted your legs into the air and peeled off your underwear and the dress that pooled around your hips. Then with a hand around each ankle he spread you as wide as the couch's limitations allowed him. During the transition he had momentarily slipped out of you, you whimpering for his warmth to return, only for him to slam back into without warning. Your initial cry at the sudden contact was immediately followed by cries of his name as he rammed into you, deliciously filling you up with each deep thrust, knowing exactly where to strike his aim. You felt yourself on the verge of unraveling but you didn't want it to end yet.

Taeyong took notice of this. “Touch yourself,” he growled a command.

“No, not yet,” you answered breathlessly between your mewlings. You were currently occupying your hands with kneading your breasts. But that wasn't where he wanted you to touch.

“Come with me, Y/N.”

Fuck, you couldn't stand him. You weren't ready before, but after hearing the sexiness of his guttural dictation you wanted to dive headfirst into the intense pleasure you knew he could bring you.

Somewhat begrudgingly but beyond excitedly, you did as you were told and reached one hand to your core and stroked your clit. The touch of your fingers sent a jolt through your core and you bucked your hips at the sensation. “Oh, shit. Yesss,” you hissed in delight. You matched the pace of your hand with his thrusts and before you knew it you were becoming undone.

With a sharp gasp you unraveled beneath him, your hips arching completely off the couch cushions as you chased your orgasm. Taeyong was not far behind, the sight of you doing as you were told and the tightening of your walls around him caused him to reach his own peak. His hips shook then stilled as he came inside you, mixing with your own release.

Taeyong released your ankles and lowered himself against you to plant soft kisses along your jawline. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

And it was then you had realized your third mistake for that day.

You did love him, and that was why you wanted to get rid of him. You cared too much about him to keep hurting him when you knew it wouldn't last. But Taeyong was like a drug. He gave you a mix of adrenaline and euphoria like never before. However, you ultimately came down from the high and was immediately faced with the realization that none of it was true.

But damn did it feel good.

And damn did you know it wasn't good for either of you.

You wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face into the side of your neck. “I know,” you answered him. That was what you always said to him. Since you couldn't say the same words back to him and really mean it.

“Stay a little longer,” he said then pressed a gentle kiss against your neck.

He made you so angry with him--with yourself--for letting you do this to him. You made yourself angrier when you nodded, selfishly wanting him to give you more of him.

The two of you stayed like that on his couch for a little while longer. Completely coming down from your highs before he whisked you to his bedroom, where his name fell from your lips amongst breathy sighs and loud cries a few times more that evening.

And like a somber routine, you left before sunrise while he pretended to be asleep. Doing nothing when he was fully aware that you were making your departure. Hoping that one day, maybe, you would at least stay until well after dawn.

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Oh boi.

Have a guess of who will be in the next half chapter?

- C&D

[minimonojoon]

night drive | ksj

g e n r e: just pure, unadulterated fluff, friends to lovers!au. p a i r i n g: groomsman!seokjin x bridesmaid!reader w o r d s: 3k+ words. s u m m a r y: coming back from your best friends’ wedding, the last thing you’d ever expect is seokjin confessing his love for you.  w a r n i n g s: it can cause cavities, but other than that, none. a / n: this is just 3k words but to me feels like they’ve been 6k and more, lol. Surprisingly, I kinda like the way it came out, so I’m pretty satisfied with it! I really hope you enjoy it, because I put all myself into it despite its shortness - well, it’s technically a long drabble.. but still. An huge, big, fat shout out to @kyut-tea for bearing with me and hyping me up so much these past days. She’s an angel and she deserves the world, truly. Go read her fics! <3 

This, so far, has been one of the best nights of your entire life.

As predictable as it might sound, the dearest memories you jealousy custody in your heart can be counted in just one hand, and your best friend’s wedding definitely gained a place right there. 

You couldn’t ask anything better for a night to end like this, the crisp air of the late night coming from the window of the black pick-up brushing your hair and kissing your warm skin. It’s like a damn movie scene, one from the comedies about life, love and transition phases, which philosophical quotes everyone on the internet post about and (guilty from hair to foot) you so dearly love.

The content smile on your face slowly surfaces as you outstretch your arm out, feeling the chilly air passing through your fingers and caressing the wind like you’d do with waves in the sea. Fighting the tiredness that threatens your eyelids to close, you recollect the memories of the evening with a soft chuckle, as the loud cheering and the embarrassing chants to celebrate the newly married birds you’ve sing till your voice croaked reverberates in your ears, the tingling of glasses whenever someone proposed a toast – which where many, much to your dismay for your current state of inebriation.

You stifle a laugh, remembering how Taehyung broke an entire bottle of champagne treating the main table where he and Jimin sat like a ship ready to sail. Brushing your morbid lilac dress still sticky with gold liquid, you can’t stop thinking how good you feel.

“Thought you were more the angry type of drunk person, not the crazy one,” Seokjin snorts with a quirk of his eyebrows, as he checks the route in rearview mirror before he overtakes one of the few cars you’ve encountered so far. His eyes are focused solely on the street, but you don’t miss the way his eyes tingles with mischievous amusement.

“I think throwing Friskies at people because they don’t agree with you can be classified as both angry and crazy drunk type of person,” you retort with a smirk on your face, your habits as a drunken person quite well illustrated as stories to embarrass you by your small group of friends. “But in this case, I was just thinking about Taehyung improvising himself some kind of authority ready to inaugurate some ship, like it’s 1912 or something,” you emulate his gesture of breaking the bottle with a very much crazy look in your face, teeth exposed in Taehyung’s typical wide, boxy smile.

“That little shit almost dirtied my clothes,” Seokjin tsks, “sometimes I think he likes to copy Namjoon too much.”

“Nah,” you retort, pointed finger up as an elementary teacher correcting his students, “he just follows whatever Jungkook does. And Jungkook loves imitating Namjoon.” Your laugh erupts inside the car, as well as Seokjin’s, thinking how the youngest of your group have unconsciously chosen the blondeish boy as his guru for life. What a dismay for him, but such a source of amusement for you.

“Can’t believe he’s married now,” Seokjin sighs, as you mold your body to the seat, searching for warmth and comfort. “With Jimin, of all the people,” you shake your head this time, sharing a knowing look with him.

“Could you ever imagine?” He jokes.

Jimin and Taehyung are like day and night. Opposite to each other, yet without the other time wouldn’t be the same, nor the sky would shine bright as it does now. They literally illuminate the whole room with their love whenever they’re around and not in a sicky lovey-dovey style. Although their bickering has always been both frustrating and exhilarating – more one than the other, to your opinion – the love and support they give each other is something that makes you both envious and ecstatic at the same time.  

Smiling bittersweetly, you mentally count all the times your relationships have miserably failed. Out of love, misunderstandings, different plans for the future were some of the reasons you knew, deep down, where just mere excuses for fleeing yourself from what ended up being just distractions whenever you realize the excitement of meeting a new person vanished like a camp fire.

You’ve never looked at one of your lovers with the same passion and adoration Taehyung does whenever he sees Jimin dancing on stage or in class, when he’s teaching new choreography to his students. That look has always been reserved to one person only and right now he’s sitting next to you, driving yourselves home.

Seokjin’s big dark eyes glint in the night, illuminated by the faints lights of the car’s controls in front of him, the first buttons of his white cottoned shirt loosen and his hair still damp from the previous dancing. You can’t help thinking about how effortlessly gorgeous he is and how you seem to be unable to pry your eyes from his form before he realizing you’re observing him.

Despite being friends since college years, having someone else handling with you the volcanoes that were Jimin and Taehyung was much of a relief, especially when the two of you formed a great team to balance your student, social and jimyung life (the nickname is cringy and creepy, yet Seokjin found it extremely amusing when he created it and you, always the soft heart, just let him pass with this one). Yes, to most of the people out there you might sound crazy, yet Taehyung has always been there for you and you know he will always be. And you’re no less, even if it means holding his hand while he’s crying because Jimin said he didn’t like fluorescent turquoise as their bathroom painting color, while Seokjin was comforting Jimin in the other room.

It’s a cycle that always repeats itself, really. You’re sure you wouldn’t survive this alone if Seokjin wasn’t there with you.

“Are you just admiring how the moonlight shine on my flawless handsome face?”

Your cheeks heat up immediately at his teasing, your heart thunders inside your chest because in his cocky and confident remark he’s right. You dismiss your current turmoil with a scoff, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. “I was just noticing how disgustingly sweaty you are,” it’s a big, damn lie yet your grimace seems prettily convincing with how Seokjin’s mouth opens, offended to the heart.

“I went to the bathroom before leaving!” he whines, pursing his lips as you try to hide the giggle that threatens to erupt from your mouth. As a revenge, his hand reaches your tight and squeezes the supple flesh right where your tight meets with your knee. He perfectly knows it’s one of your weak points, because it has you squeaking and jolting in your seat, hitting the dashboard of the pick-up. You flinch from the pain, while Seokjin’s booming and hiccupping laugh fills the although silent vehicle.

Now it’s your turn to be theatrically offended, as you massage the aching point.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not my fault karma’s a bitch,” he smirks, but his hand travels upon yours until he manages to be the one massaging your sore point with carefulness, gently pressuring your flesh until you melt into a puddle. You force yourself out of certain thoughts, diverting your gaze elsewhere as you let him do whatever he wants. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he moves his hand, searching for yours.

You’re puzzled, speechless when he squeezes your intertwined fingers and you look at him with your mouth opened, while a whirlwind of emotions is currently making your brain completely blank. You stay there, frozen as you follow him with your eyes when he delicately presses kisses on your skin, a faint smile on his features. You can feel his warm breath hitting the back of your hand, goosebumps appearing everywhere. The banter you two were having just seconds ago is now just plain silence.

It’s the intimacy in his gestures that has shivers running down your spine, taken aback by something only your wild imagination could have ever conjured. His casualness he puts in just few movements has the power of making your stomach doing somersaults, the butterflies returning like a tornado unannounced. Partially, you fear them. It always takes your full willpower to not let your feelings for him overwhelm you and trashing years of friendship into the toilet, even when you share moments like this one happening now. For the other part, you hate them. It’s the limbo you find yourself into, the rejection angling right over your head threatening to fall yet the strong desire to just go and kiss him already which constantly clutches your brain and confuses you.

You hear the thump thump thump of your heart in your ears and the trepidation that surges in your veins is like iced water, thinking he might hear it too. However, you remain in silent state as your hands are still interlaced. You’re not sure what to do next as you are unsure on what hell of a meaning you should give to all of this. After all, you’ve always been the best friend of his best friend’s boyfriend. Sharing awkward situations and couple crisis is nothing so important. Seokjin is a catch. You remember girls being head over hills for him, always surrounding the guy whenever he went. He’s a charmer. You’re just… you. A friend, a confidant sometimes. It’s not right for the both of you doing this. It’s intimate.

As you try to untangle your hands to both free yourselves, Seokjin squeezes harder to stop you. You can feel his muscles stiff under your touch and suddenly this feeling of urge coming from him you can’t quite decipher.

“I was thinking,” he says hurriedly, before clearing his throat, “I was thinking how everything could be if we were together.” There’s a bit of silence. “I mean, as boyfriend and girlfriend.” He clarifies. You miss the way he bites his lips out of nervousness, because you’re damn shocked.

What did he just say now?

Your mouth agapes like a fish out of water and your brain has a sudden malfunction before you actually register what just came out of Seokjin’s fully plump lips. It has your eyelashes battle furiously, while you try to wrack your brain on why he has just asked this. He must sense your confusion and your shock, because he laughs, but it’s not a wholehearted laugh. It’s more like it’s forced, nervous. Like he’s trying to hide dust under the carpet hoping no one would see him.

“What, you’ve never thought about us?” his tone is light, as if he’s asking you about the weather today.

He has? It’s the only coherent question that pops in your mind. You don’t know what to say.

“I-I..” Your brain reels while you try to come up with an answer, which inevitably doesn’t come out. You’d have expected anything – from one of his infamous dad jokes thrown here and there more often than not, to some useless fact he heard from Namjoon to start a conversation. Certainly, not this.

“Does the idea has never crossed your mind? Am I that repulsive?” This time, the hurt in his tone does not go unnoticed.

“No! You’re not,” your haste response is quick, frowning as he might be thinking something like that. You glare at him from the corner of your eye. “It’s just… you took me by surprise,” you sheepishly admit, tangling one of your fingers in your hair. Seokjin nods, probably coming to the terms he might has just thrown off a bomb without thinking. He just doesn’t know it has nuclear proportion.

The thick silence afterwards is tense, to the point it can be cut with a knife. You don’t dare to meet his eyes, focusing on the road instead, as he drives. The humming of the pick-up becomes your blanket for a while, shielding your thoughts from hunting you with question unanswered. But soon, the noise became too loud. So you have to ask.

“What would have changed?” You turn your head to him, as you catch the jolt in his shoulders, like he wasn’t expecting you to say something. But he’s quick on catching on and the answer is on the tip of his tongue before you can battle an eyelash.

“Nothing,” he confesses, “it wouldn’t have change nothing much.”

“Why is that?”

He snorts at your question. “We pretty much have everything there,” he says as the most obvious thing in the world. He gulps, then he continues. “You’ve always been there. When I struggled with assignments back in college, or when I freaked out because I thought no one would want to hire me right after graduation,” he recalls, shaking his head. Seokjin has always been the confident one, leading his way with his chin up and a beautiful, charming smile on his face, yet seeing him so downcast was a first. You were sure you had done an awful job trying to cheer him up. “Or whenever Taehyung and Jimin fought. Damn, that one time we went skiing? If it wasn’t for you, I would have lost my shit.” True to his words, the only thing you recall affectionately were the two of you in a random café drinking hot cocoa and laughing at stupid jokes he threw here and there, far from your very stressing friends. You smile fondly, your eyes landing on your hands. You didn’t even notice that you start fidgeting with them.

“Today, tonight… would have been the same. Driving back home, drunk but happy because, god, our best friend finally married. I’d have hold your hand just like I did, probably mocking you because you were so naïve shielding me from that bottle of champagne. But I’d be grateful to you to no end, because this suit costed like half of my salary and I didn’t want it to be ruined. So, I’d say that I love you so, so fucking much.” He finishes with shuddering breaths, like he has just run a whole marathon. His words sound too much like a real confession and you can’t move, can’t breathe as you watch him with eyes full of tears, ready to spill them.

“Pull over,” you say finally. Seokjin starts to panic, looking frantically between you and the street.

“What? Why? It’s late and we’re in the middle of no—”

“Just do it!” you huff exasperatedly and Seokjin can’t do nothing but silently comply your request, stopping the car at the first improvised parked lot he finds. When the engine is turned off, you turn to him the same moment he does, and you notice how his shoulder are stiff and his body weary, as if he’s scared you can run off that same moment.

“You can’t do this.” You gulp, trying to force yourself to a steady tone. It’s fruitless. Your voice quivers and your lips tremble, so you take a deep breath to compose yourself. Seokjin looks puzzled, confused and scared.

“You can’t talk about ifs and maybes. You can’t say we have everything there, Kim Seokjin. How dare you? How dare you built a castle like it’s nothing to you, saying these things? You sure are something, huh? You’re always been a little dense, but I’d never thought it was so serious.” The frantic movements of your hands have Seokjin’s eyes to widen, as you sputter all those words. Angry, exasperated, you’re not sure anymore. “I don’t let you say those things when I do seriously love you, sounding so serious about—”

You don’t get to finish, because Seokjin’s mouth collides with yours, shutting down your little rant.

Breath hitched and eyes widened, you’re motionless. His lips are plump and soft as you’ve always imagined them to be, pressing gently to yours. He cups your face with his hands, brushing his thumbs on your cheeks with loving strokes. You finally close your eyes, letting yourself enjoy his touch as he finally moves slowly his plush lips onto yours. The kiss has your head to start spinning, clutching to the collar of his shirt as his cologne mixed with sweat and alcohol flare your nostrils, making you dizzy. You’ve never been this close to Seokjin in your life, yet this proximity has you already addicted, skin tingling as your pads brush his neck, fingers silently tangling in his dark locks. You feel his hands travelling from your cheeks to your back, pressing you closely to him, his toned arms surrounding you. You feel like you’ve found home after years of hopelessly wandering and you’re sure your heart is going to explode, because you can feel it thundering everywhere in your body.

As the pace of the kiss quickens, Seokjin’s tongue caressing your lower lip gently to enter your mouth, you feel your skin slowly heating up. You tug his hair, eliciting a moan from him that has you growing goosebumps. Time seems to come to a full stop, yet you feel like the fast forward button has been pushed, because the moment you face yourself you want to kiss him again.

You press your forehead on Seokjin’s, as your elaborated breaths are the only sound in the although quiet pick-up. “So, to answer you question, Kim Seokjin,” you begin, whispering, “I do have thought about things going differently.” You finally admit and Seokjin simply smirks, closing his eyes. He pecks your lips before distancing himself, looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“If that’s so, ___, maybe we can both agree that from now on, things can really go differently.” He solemnly speaks. You nod, stifling a laugh. “I think so, yeah.”

You both fasten your seatbelts then, and Seokjin starts the engine to re-enter the roadway as everything goes back to normal. But it’s not entirely true, not anymore at least. The smile on your faces and your interlaced fingers proves that. You stay like this for the most part of your trip, even when you finally succumb to sleep.

You won’t let go his hand so easily.

And neither will he.

[sunflowercheol]

Mistletoe

Dong Sicheng

[Day 11]

pairing: Dong Sicheng x Female Reader

genre: fluff/angst

warning: none

word count: 4,369 

A/N: Sausagee would probably approve of the angst lol but really.. stan talent and appreciate talent.. Stan Winwin!! 

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“You ready?” Sicheng asks as he comes out of your kitchen munching on a snack. You laugh as you put on your coat ready to head out into the cold. “You do know that I have been waiting for you?” you question him while he just stares at you as he continues chewing. “Yeah. Your problem?” He asks as he finishes the snack. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him causing him to wrap his arms around you. “Ready to go?” You look up at him, pulling away from the embrace a bit. “Where are we even going?” You ask him causing him to frown a bit.

“Hm.” He thinks. “I actually don’t know. Let’s go get some breakfast and see what we want to do after that. We’re both free all day, so we might as well make it as spontaneous as we can, right?” You step out of his embrace, “Let’s do it!” Sicheng smiles at you and grabs your hand pulling you towards the door. “Come on, let’s go! I can’t wait to spend the entire day with you!”

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Sicheng opens the door to the café, letting you go in first. You and Sicheng both look at the menu trying to decide what you both are going to get for breakfast. “Here. I will order our food and you go pick our seat, okay?” You look around and see that there isn’t many options, but at least the limited options are good spots. “Do you prefer somewhere?” You ask him after telling him what you wanted to eat. He thinks for a bit and looks around. “I think in the back with the window would be great. We can people watch as we eat,” he laughs. 

You smile at him and give his hand a squeeze before heading towards the table. You sit down, take off your jacket, place it next to you on the booth and pull out your phone. Sicheng sits in the booth in front of you, placing down the pager in the middle of the table. “So anything in specific that you would like to do after?” You think for a bit weighing your options. “Well. I think maybe take a walk in the park after? I think we will be too full to do anything physical after,” you point out as Sicheng considers your idea. The pager goes off, alerting you both that your food is ready, and you grab the pager to go get the food.

“Woah wait. What are you doing?” Sicheng asks startled as you get up out of the booth. You laugh, “Don’t worry, you ordered, and I will grab the food. Just relax until I get back!” You walk to the counter and hand over the pager and get the big tray full of food and a drink for each of you. You thank the lady and walk carefully back to the table, with Sicheng looking at you a bit worried and on edge. You place the tray on the table and smile at him as you sit down. “See? I told you that I got this!” Sicheng rolls his eyes as he distributes the food and drinks to move the tray out of the way. “Yeah, okay. Says the one that trips over air every second.”

You gasp dramatically and cover your mouth. “Too low,” you shake your head as Sicheng giggles. You both settle down and start eating. “Don’t forget to save some room!” Sicheng reminds you as you take your first bite. You look at him questioningly. “Well we have to have dessert, don’t we?” He cheekily smiles at you, taking a bite of his food. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I shouldn’t expect less from you, Sicheng.”

———————-

“I’m going to go to the bathroom right quick.” Sicheng gets up, grasping your hand before letting go. You nod at him and continue eating your pastry. A couple of seconds go by when suddenly someone sits down in front of you. You look up confused, knowing that it wasn’t Sicheng, only to see a smiley Renjun in your boyfriend’s seat. You widely smile at him, “Hey, what are you doing here?” Renjun takes a sip of Sicheng’s drink and looks around. “He’s in the bathroom, right?” You nod as you take a sip of your drink. “Well. Remember what we talked about the other day? I can’t find anything! It seems more difficult to find those things that I thought would be great!” You sigh, “Have you tried everywhere? Not just one store?”

Renjun plays with his fingers a bit. “Well,” he draws out. You chuckle a bit, “You do know that not everything will be in one place, right? You have to keep looking and in many different stores!” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sicheng coming towards the table with a frown. Renjun notices that your focus is somewhere else and looks back to see Sicheng approaching the table. “Hey,” Renjun exclaims as he gets up to hug Sicheng.

Sicheng hugs him but looks at Renjun confused and then at you, “Hey, what are you doing here?” Renjun sits down and pats the seat next to him telling Sicheng to sit down next to him. “I was out buying stuff when I saw Y/N here by herself. I wanted to talk to you guys for a bit. I told the others to meet me here instead of the store, since here is closer either way.”

Sicheng lets out a breath and frowns a bit. “Ah.” You look at Sicheng to see that he looks a bit upset, and Renjun starts fidgeting feeling the awkwardness in the air. “Um, Y/N will you help me with that thing I have to finish?” Renjun changes the subject before it got super awkward. “Yeah, just let me know when you’re free, and we can go okay?” You reassure him.

You and Renjun continue talking, hoping to erase the weird tension, but it seemed like it was getting worse because Sicheng kept ignoring or giving short answers whenever you or Renjun tried getting him into the conversation. Thankfully, Jaemin, Jeno, and Donghyuck come up to greet you all before it got unbearably awkward.

Jeno leaned down to you as the others were talking to Renjun and distracting Sicheng. “Is something wrong with Sicheng? He seems a bit off.” You look at Sicheng to seem him a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. “Ever since Renjun came, he started acting like this. He was okay when we met up, and before he saw Renjun,” you whisper to Jeno. He frowns for a bit before noticing that Jaemin was looking at him questioningly. He smiles and turns to you. “Don’t worry about it. I think he is just tired. He has been practicing a lot lately.” You sigh, “I know. I just want him happy and healthy.”

“We have to start heading out. We have to get a lot of stuff done in a short amount of time,” Donghyuck reminds the other three. You all say goodbye to each other, with Renjun reminding you that he will text you to meet up soon. You wave at them and sit back down.

“Finally,” Sicheng mumbles under his breath, but you ignore it trying to not think too much of it. “Want to head out?” You ask him, wanting to get some fresh air. He nods as he finishes his drink, and you both get up, putting your jackets back on. He grabs your hand gently and head out into the cold weather.

———————- 

You find yourselves walking in a park that seemed so lonely, as other people are most likely shopping or working. You contemplate on asking Sicheng as to why he seemed so weird when Renjun was there, but Jeno’s words kept coming to your head.

“Y/N?” You snap out of your thoughts when Sicheng calls for you and tugs your hand a bit. You look up at him seeing his eyes filled with worry. “What’s wrong?” You smile a bit and shake your head. “It’s nothing don’t worry. Just thinking of what Renjun wants me to do.” Sicheng scoffs and drops your hand. You look up at him a bit worried as to what you could have said wrong. Sicheng stops walking which makes stop walking and face him.

“Tell me. What is between you and Renjun. All I hear from you is Renjun this, Renjun that. All I hear from Renjun is Y/N this, Y/N that. Every time you have come over to the dorms, Renjun is always coming over and taking your attention away from me. We hardly hang out anymore because you are always with him. What the hell is going on?” He exasperatedly asks. 

You look at him in shock, trying to process everything. “Do you seriously think that I would even consider being with someone else that isn’t you while we’re dating? Let alone with one of your members?” Sicheng rolls his eyes and turns his head. “I mean it isn’t stopping you from spending so much time with him. You come over to be with me, but suddenly you’re gone, and I find you with Renjun? What else do you want me to think?”

You scoff, “So, you don’t want me to spend time with your friends? And help them out when they need help?”

“Help with what?” Sicheng raises his voice causing you to step back a bit. “He doesn’t necessarily have to ask you for help all the time!”

You shake your head. “Before you start assuming or accusing, you should learn facts. Ask him why he needs help, don’t assume the worst.”

He takes a step towards you, “You think I haven’t asked? He just tells me that it is nothing. That he just needs another point of view. Doesn’t seem like he needs only you for that. He can ask anyone that isn’t always you for that point of view.”

You shake your head, “You don’t get it.”

“Help me get it then!” He says angrily. “If it isn’t that important to him then why don’t you tell me why he so desperately needs your opinion over someone else’s. Tell me. Is it because he is trying to impress you? Sweep you off your feet behind my back?”

“Sicheng, listen to yourself! You’re just saying absolute crap right now! I know that this seems sketchy but trust me. It is nothing bad!” You try to calm him down seeing him just get angrier by the second.

He laughs in disbelief. “Even you can’t tell me. What is up with this damn secret! And you want me to trust you? You make me laugh.”

You shake your head and look towards the ground, hiding the tears that were building up in your eyes. “You know what. Don’t trust me. I’m done with this.” You start walking away from him when he suddenly grabs your wrist making you stop walking.

“Are you literally going to let Renjun come between us?” He asks in shock.

You scoff as you pull your wrist out of his grip. “No, you let unnecessary drama in between us, and I am not in the mood for it right now. So please leave me alone.” You quickly head towards your apartment with tears in your eyes, leaving an angry Sicheng behind.

———————-

You knock on the door only to be answered by a stressed looking Kun. “Help. Me.” He pulls you inside and drags you to where the dreamies were making a mess in the kitchen. You stand there, frozen in the doorway as you see Chenle making a mess with the pancake batter. “Don’t just stand there! Help me get them out of here! They have been playing with everything, and even started talking down to me. I am just trying to cook for them, and I get paid with this?” Kun frustratedly rants as the dreamies continue making a mess.

“Hey guys!” You say loudly trying to get their attention on you. You succeed as they all look up and rush towards you to greet you. You lead them out of the kitchen with Kun throwing a thank you your way as you get the dreamies out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“What are we doing today?” Jeno asks as you all sit down on the couches. “Let’s play Mario Kart!” Jisung suggests as he turns on the console. The dreamies all start getting excited and giving you time to relax a bit before facing Sicheng.

Speaking of which, he walks in the dorm with a clingy Yuta right behind him. Sicheng makes eye contact with you as soon as he looks up but looks away when Yuta closes the door a bit loudly. You stand up and head towards the two, leaving the dreamies to start their game. Sicheng clears his throat when you stand in front of him, the air feeling a bit awkward. “Hey,” you whisper looking at him. Sicheng looks at you before looking away. “Hey,” he responds with a bit of disinterest in his voice. You’re about to ask him if you can both talk when Yuta comes up behind Sicheng and greets you quickly before pulling Sicheng away from you and into the kitchen.

You sigh and turn to see Renjun right behind you with a confused expression on his face. “What happened there? Why is it awkward between you two?”

You shake your head before trying to walk past him, but he doesn’t allow you to. He grabs your arm lightly to stop you and lets go when you turn to face him. “I’m worried. Is it because of me?” Renjun sounded so hurt, that you didn’t have the guts to say that it was because you were with him a lot of the time. You pat his arm and smile at him. “No don’t worry about it.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sicheng walk out of the kitchen. He sees you and Renjun and gives you a dirty look. You’re about to say something to Sicheng when Yuta comes out of the kitchen as well and clings onto Sicheng pulling him towards the living room, but not before giving you a glare over Sicheng’s shoulder. You excuse yourself to go and clear your head a bit in the kitchen with Kun. 

Renjun turns around, catching Yuta glaring in your direction, making him confused even more as to why Yuta was looking at you that way.

———————-

“Are you sure that this is okay?” You ask Renjun through the phone as you arrive at the dorms. “Yeah don’t worry about Sicheng, he is in his room with Yuta. Meet me outside of the hallway? I just have to tell Kun that I will be out with you.” You laugh a bit trying to calm down your nerves. “Still have to ask mom’s permission to leave?” you jokingly ask in a baby voice.

“I AM NOT THE MOM,” you hear Kun scream frustrated. You and Renjun laugh. “Okay I will wait for you outside the door,” You tell Renjun as you arrive at the door. “Open the door, it’s unlocked. I have to help Kun with something right quick, and I will meet you in a couple of minutes!”

You open the door and carefully look in, making sure no one is in there. “Okay, I will be in the living room.” You hang up and walk in, heading towards the couch ready to relax for a bit as you wait for Renjun.

“Haechan!” Yuta yells suddenly as comes in to the dorm, scaring the hell out of you. “Oh hey, Yuta! How are you?” You smile at him. Yuta looks at you and scoffs, shutting the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” he asks hostilely. You look at him surprised. “Um, I’m here waiting for Renjun.” He glares at you as he gets closer to you. “So after making Sicheng upset, you still are doing what is making him upset? Unbelievable.” You look at him confused and a bit hurt. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.”

Yuta laughs and gets in your face. “You might as well just be gone. You keep hurting Sicheng, and I will protect him even if it means getting you out of here.” He grasps your arm tightly, just as Donghyuck comes into the room. “You called for me? Hey, what are you doing to Y/N?” Donghyuck worriedly asks as he notices Yuta’s tight grasp on your arm and the tears in your eyes. Yuta lets go suddenly and turns to Donghyuck with a smile.

“Don’t worry! Y/N almost fell when she got scared from me coming in, but I was able to keep her from falling. Right?” Yuta turns to you, which makes you to quickly look at Donghyuck and smile at him. “Yeah, I tripped over my feet with my clumsy self. Thanks to Yuta I didn’t hurt myself.”

“Hyuck, we have to go to a meeting let’s go before we are late.” Yuta nods towards the door. “Ugh, I don’t want to go,” Donghyuck whines as he approaches you to cling onto you. “Don’t make me go!” You laugh as you rub his back. “Just get this over with, and then you won’t have to worry about it! Plus, I will get you something if you go,” you bribe him.

“Ooh! Let’s go, Yuta! We’re going to be late!” Donghyuck tugs on his shoes and pulls Yuta out of the door. Before the door closes, you make eye contact with a glaring Yuta, which scares you even more.

You release a big breath and wipe your eyes, trying to calm down. “Get yourself together,” you say to yourself, letting out a shaky breath. In the middle of you trying to calm yourself down, Renjun bursts the door. “I’m sorry to make you wait for so long! I didn’t know that Kun needed a lot of help.” Renjun frowns as he notices your watery eyes, “Are you okay? What happened? I ran into Yuta and Donghyuck as they left, did they do something?” 

You force a smile and shake your head. “No don’t worry! Yuta scared me, and I lost my balance and almost hurt myself. Yuta stopped me from falling though. You know, clumsy me,” you laugh a bit, hoping that he would believe you. His phone suddenly goes off causing him to drop the topic. He pulls out his phone, “Oh, we should head out now, it’s getting late, and with the members gone, it will be easier to get what is missing.” He taps on his phone and reads something causing him to frown.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him as you see him getting angry. He snaps out of it, but you can still see the traces of anger in his eyes. “Nothing, it’s just Donghyuck being Donghyuck. Let’s go?” He grabs his coat and heads towards the door waiting for you to catch up to him. 

He opens the door and pauses for a second at the doorway once you had stepped out. You look at him waiting for him to move or do something, when he suddenly heads back inside confusing you. “I forgot my keys.” He yells as he heads into his room causing you to laugh. “By this rate, we might not make it in time.” You tease him, and you hear louder noises indicating that he is trying to hurry to find his keys.

“Found them!” he yells as he runs out of his room and locks the front door. He turns to you as he closes the door, “So. Now we go?”

———————-

Renjun makes sure that the members left the dorms, which left Sicheng by himself in his room. He quietly walks to Sicheng’s door and knocks two times before opening the door and walking in.

“What are you doing?” Sicheng asks him surprised as he takes out a headphone from his ear and sits up on his bed. Renjun quietly closes the door and approaches Sicheng, carefully placing the gift on the bed. “For you. Please open it.”

Sicheng stares at Renjun for a while before reaching over to grab the gift. He looks at the gift bag a bit before opening the heavy bag slowly. Removing the tissue paper, he gasps as he is met with a lot of little things that he missed from China. “I know you wanted to be home right now, so I was thinking of what to get you for Christmas. I didn’t mean for you and Y/N to get in a fight because of this. Y/N has been helping me a lot with this, and I really didn’t want you two to be separated during Christmas, so I am giving you your present before. I know Y/N has been hurting a lot, and Yuta really hasn’t helped with this if I’m being honest.” Winwin looks up at the mention of Yuta. “What did he do?”

Renjun sighs, “Well from what Hyuck told me, he was being really rude to Y/N the day when there was a meeting with the 127 members. Apparently, he saw Yuta holding really tight on Y/N’s wrist. She even had tears in her eyes. She didn’t say anything when Hyuck asked and instead lied to make it seem like Yuta caught her from falling.” Sicheng shoots up from his bed. “He hurt her?” he yells angrily. Renjun backs off a bit. “To protect you. He didn’t want her hurting you. He didn’t want to see you suffer. But he didn’t know that he hurt her by protecting you, he was hurting her even though she was innocent in all of this.”

“What am I going to do? She’s going to hate me. Why didn’t I tell Yuta to back off?” Sicheng throws himself on his bed and whines. Renjun smiles, “You really think that I don’t have a plan? I know the perfect way for you to get her back.” Sicheng lifts his head from his bed.

“Tell me more.”

———————-

You walk up to the door and knock on it. Renjun quickly opens the door ushering you inside the dim lighted dorm. “Why is it so dark in here?” You ask Renjun only to see that he wasn’t behind you. “What?” You ask confused as he invited you over, yet he left you alone in the dorm. You go to open the door when a voice interrupts you causing you to pause.

“I told him to get you here.”

You turn around slowly to see a silhouette stand up from the couch. Sicheng turns on the lights and stands in front of the archway in to the living room. “Why?” You ask him, the curiosity getting the best of you. He holds out a hand beckoning you to come to him, which you do in a slow pace. Once you reach him, you place your hand in his, missing his touch very much.

You suddenly remember everything that happened after the argument and try to take your hand out of his but with no success.

“Hear me out please.” He squeezes your hand a bit and waits for your reaction. You stand there looking at your joined hands, making him continue. “I want to apologize for everything. I shouldn’t have treated you that way or said anything that I did just because I was upset. I’m used to my members always giving me all the love and attention that I expected you to do the same thing for me. I know that this isn’t an excuse, but I really messed up. I know I did. I even let Yuta treat you poorly, and I sincerely apologize for that. I should have realized how much I was hurting you, but I was too hurt myself to think straight. Please let me set this right. Please give me another chance, and I will prove to you that I can become a better person. A relationship is built on trust, and I trust you. I promise you I do.” He pulls you in closer. “Please, I promise that I can do it right this time,” he pleads as he looks into your eyes.

You squeeze his hand, “Don’t take the full blame for this. It is partially my fault, too. I’m sorry I acted suspicious in front of you and made you doubt me and Renjun. I just wanted to help him out.”

Sicheng puts a hand on your mouth, causing you to stop talking. “I know you didn’t, my love. It was me being jealous, and it was wrong for me to act that way. Please don’t blame yourself for that because I know that you were trying to make me happy, and I sincerely appreciate that.” He removes his hand from your mouth. “Please just tell me that I haven’t messed up completely and lost my chance.”

You smile up at him and shake your head, “You haven’t.” Sicheng smiles back and pulls you into a tight hug. After a couple of seconds, he whispers in your ear. “Look up.” You pull away a bit, only to look up and see a mistletoe hung up messily in the archway. You laugh and bury your head into his chest, feeling his chest vibrate with laughter as well. “There’s no place that I would rather be than right here, under the mistletoe with you. I love you so much.” He grabs the sides of your face and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. You smile and give him another kiss when he starts pulling away.

He smiles widely and sways both of you, side to side. “I know I didn’t tell Renjun, but I do want to thank you for helping him with the present. It is the best present I could have ever received.” You nuzzle in his arms and hug him tightly.

“No problem, Sicheng!” you both hear Renjun scream from behind the door causing you and Sicheng to start laughing and enjoy each other’s warmth and touch.

“Merry Christmas, Sicheng.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

[bangtantannie]

See You Later

Word Count 1.8 K

Genre: ANGST

Warning: MAJOR character death (if you cry easily, prepare the tissues because I cried writing this imma be honest)

A/N:  Hellooo~~~ I have returned from my little cave. I had this written for awhile now, I just needed to getting a few pairs of extra eyes and opinions before I thought it was set for posting.

Thank you @fluffyyseokk, @xiubaek13, @nightowls388, and @vipjimin so so so so for being those extra sets of eyes! I appreciate all the feedback you gave me and honest just the fact that you were willing to read it ^.^

Is it weird that I forgot how to make an author’s note? I literally had to go back and see what I did for my old author notes LOL. Also, if you hope you ENJOY the song rec (i hope this hint is understandable, if not... just ask lol I tried to be... smooth?)

Enjoy~~~

Summary: Expecting a phone call from your brother that was long overdue, you receive news that you never imagined. 

“It’s time.” The nurse said quietly

You didn’t respond, staring through the large glass that revealed your brother. It was a surreal experience, watching someone you always thought to be indestructible turn out to be as fragile as a small dandelion. Only this gust of wind came in the form of a drunk driver that swerved onto the wrong side of the road, leaving your brother’s car no room for escape.

It angered you to hear that the driver only got away with a concussion and a fractured arm while your brother was here, waiting to die as various systems in his body started to fail. Staff members accompanying your brother in the car weren’t in conditions any better, but they had a fighting chance at surviving the crash. Your brother had been unlucky enough to be in the seat that received the most impact, and it had fatal repercussions.

The members stood beside you in the bright hallway, watching their eldest member lie on the bed, unaware that he wouldn’t be waking up from the devastating drive back to their dorm. Your parents were out of town on a much-needed vacation and your siblings were too far to make it for his last moments, so the next best thing was the six men that your brother had considered brothers, men that took you in as a sister. They came rushing the second your crying voice was heard over the phone, disregarding the fact that they should be getting as much sleep as they could with their busy schedule.

You dragged your eyes away from your brother for moment, looking at the men surrounding you.

“Will you come with me?”

Namjoon’s eyes flickered to your’s sadly, his plush lips curving downwards. “If that’s what you want.”

Eyes flickering to Hoseok’s, who’s eyes were usually brighter than the sun were clouded with grief – a sight you never wanted to see – nodded.

A hand on your shoulder made your eyes flash to dark, drooping eyes staring glumly back at you. “We’ll be right there the entire time.” His deep voice rung out in the silent hallway.

You nodded, letting Jimin and Taehyung grab your hands and lead you inside.

In a daze, your hands started to tremble the closer you got to your brother. Tears started to pool in your eyes as you delicately placed your thin hand on his pale cheek, afraid to cause more pain. The sight of your brother unsettled you, making your stomach churn in an unpleasant concoction of emotions. He was extremely pale, almost as if he didn’t have any blood in his body. His normally pink lips were almost blue and his dark eyelashes and eyebrows clashed deeply with the snow-like skin. Plastic tubes of various sizes were inserted into his mouth and nostrils to administer oxygen directly to his lungs to reduce the strain on his organs already working overtime to keep him alive for a moment longer. His hand was too cold to the touch for your liking. His only sign of life was the incessant beeping of the heart monitor he was connected to, but the gaps between each tone were almost too big, as if his heart was ready to give any second before you could even say goodbye. You didn’t like anything about this situation – not at all.

“Seokjinnie Oppa..” You cried, unable to put your thoughts into words. Your shoulders quaked as you took his cold hand into yours. You lip trembled while tears were already pouring down your face in steady streams.

You only cried harder at his lack of response – verbally and physically. You could barely register the choked sob Jimin failed to conceal from your right. Taehyung held Jimin’s hand firmly to ground him, his own tears threatening to spill over. Jungkook stood behind you, resting his chin softly atop your head as he rubbed your arm in a comforting manner. You could feel drops of moisture falling on your scalp. Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok stood on Seokjin’s other side, trying their best to hold back the sobs that ripped through their bodies and stay strong for you.

“O-Oppa, I’ll never forget all the times you came running when I c-called. I’ll never f-f-forget the days you made my try th-that horrendous thing you called food when you started learning how to cook. I’ll never forget you sitting with the ahjussis at the convenience store to exchange jokes when you were waiting to pick me up from s-school. I’ll always remember the words you told me when you found out my first boyfriend was cheating on me. I’ll always remember the strong brother that took risks, leaving the path of an actor to give a shot at being an idol despite never singing a decent note before. I’ll always remember the strong brother that continued to practice ha-ard while having to hear others say he’s a useless member that can’t sing or dance. I’ll always remember the Seokjinnie oppa that hopes for nothing but happiness for the ones he loves and tries his absolute best to put a smile on their faces.”

You sobbed harder, recalling every memory you had with Seokjin – starting with his smiling face. The way his eyes crinkled in delight, reflecting all the light in the world, the way his plump lips turned up in a grin never failed to create a smile of your own. You recalled his unique laugh, one of the prominent features that made him uniquely Seokjin – your dear oppa. Then you remembered his broad shoulders that carried you home because you had fallen and hurt your ankle. You remembered him making jokes to distract you from the pain while scolding you at the same time. You remembered the day he burst into the house, screaming that he was going to train the become an idol. You recalled the night he called at some unholy hour to scream your ear off and announce he was going to debut. You remembered shedding tears, seeing your beloved brother on the television screen for the first time. You remembered having to convince him to stay in the group, encouraging him to practice hard to improve, encouraging him to keep reaching for his dream despite what others said about his skillset as an idol. You remembered the day he stepped out on the stage for his first solo performance, nervous as hell but ready to tackle anything that came his way. You remembered him rising to fame, finally getting the recognition he deserved as a member of BTS.

You remembered Seokjin waving through the window as the bus carried him away to follow his dream. You recalled Seokjin’s gentle touch every time he wiped tears from your cheeks. You remembered all the times he came for surprise visits because your siblings told him you missed him. You recalled the way he could tell how you were feeling with just one look. You remembered the times you fought, only to make up later that day because he made you food in return for a truce. You recalled the laughs you shared together, the tears shed together, the heart-to-hearts, the pointless conversations, the jokes, everything. You wouldn’t forget your brother, ever. You willed the memories to stain your brain, not wanting to forget anything about him, but there were only so many memories you could recall, there were only so many things about your brother that you could remember forever.

“Oppa, thank you for being your silly, doting self. T-t-thank you for teaching me to be str-rong, to not be afraid to take a chance. Thank you for being my rock when I was at my lowest point. Thank you for taking precious time out of your day to call me or check on me when you could’ve been resting. Thank you for reminding me to enjoy the simple pleasures in life, to focus on the positives. Thank you for helping me keep in touch with my inner child, to be carefree and without fear. Thank you for teaching me how to love myself and reminding me that I am in control of my life and I should be pursuing things that make me happy. Seokjin Oppa, thank you for being you, because I will never trade you for anyone else. I love you Seokjin Oppa, so so so much. You can rest now, you’ve worked hard.”

You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, knowing it would be the last time you could ever do this. Your heart clenched when you felt a weak squeeze on your hand. One lone tear slid down Seokjin’s pale cheek. Your heart surged with hope for a moment, only to plummet immediately after. Your knees buckled and Jungkook just barely managed to catch you before you fell completely. The room was at a standstill when the monitor emitted one, elongated tone. The formerly bumpy line on the screen was now flat.

Everything after that was a blur. Your lungs burned as more sobs escaped, your head throbbed and your vision swirled. Your limbs melted into nothing, having to be supported by Jungkook since you lacked the strength. Your stomach dropped when the doctor and a few nurses stepped beside him to call his death, confirming that your brother was truly gone. You couldn’t bear to watch as the nurses started to unhook Seokjin from the machines that kept him alive, so you turned in Jungkook’s – who had managed to drop the two of you into a chair to get out of the way of the medical staff – lap and cried into his neck as he cradled you tightly to his chest while sobs wracked his own body. Jimin tightly clutched Taehyung’s shirt while burying his face in his shoulder. Taehyung’s arm came around Jimin’s head in a one-armed hug as glistening tears slid down his grief-stricken face. Namjoon’s slender hand came up to cover his face while his shoulders quivered, grieving the passing of the eldest member. Hoseok leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s hand as he crouched into a ball beside his stunned hyung, holding tightly to his hand as if it were a lifeline while sobs tore through his entire being. Yoongi stared numbly at Seokjin, face expressionless as tears flowed down his pale cheeks. Everyone desperately clung to one another for support as the medical staff left silently for everyone to grieve once the white sheet was finally placed over his pale face. The room was filled with the heart wrenching wails of the loved ones Seokjin left behind.

You weren’t ready to say goodbye. You never would’ve been. But this wasn’t a goodbye, it was simply a see you later. Now, you had to come to terms with his departure. Then, you had to live your life happily until you are united with him once again.

[pikakehimesama]

Serendipity

First Story Posted! Woohoo! 

This is a one-shot inspired by Jimin’s solo song, Serendipity from the album Love Yourself - Her. It is also my favorite song on the album, as well as the best one, I think lol. 

Jimin x OC (You) Soulmate AU featuring Taehyung and Jungkook

Fair warning, extreme fluff, and teeth pulling from a dense character lol 

Every day, well almost every day I would feel an extreme of any emotion. They would range from pure happiness to laughter, to loss, to grief, to surprise, to even depression.

However, most days they would be pure happiness.  

Most people describe this feeling as your soulmate connection. Here in my society, whatever extreme of an emotion your soulmate is feeling, you’ll feel a tinge of it, whether or not it was happy or sad. It was weird growing up as a child, I had always felt the feelings of extreme emotions every day.

Growing up in society this day and age with the concept of soulmates, it’s very rare to find yours. Most ignore that sliver of emotion that they’ll feel and stick with whoever they’re with. Every day, I could tell, couples weren’t soulmates, just by the way they would interact. Some days I would see the woman, sometimes a man in the relationship experience that extreme of an emotion- usually happiness, however, the other wouldn’t express the same. Having parents who are soulmates does change your opinions on why it’s worth it to find your soulmates. To see my mom, even on her worst days, my dad would somehow always be able to change it to make it better. Some days you can’t help the bad days, but when your significant other is waiting at home with a cup of cocoa and your favorite takeout food after a horrible day, you know it’s worth having that soulmate around.

“Hey!” My best friend Jimin smiles at me, distracting me from my thoughts as he sits down next to me. “Did you finish that English assignment? Mr. Kim was saying it was worth at least 15% of our grade!”

Jimin is someone I met during elementary school, in kindergarten. He’s always been by my side- still don’t understand why, however, he has and is my best friend. With his floppy brown locks, friendly personality, cute eye smile and dimples, who wouldn’t be in love with him? However, he chooses to hang out with me, and five others but he chooses to be my best friend. Why? I’ll never understand what goes on his brain.

“Oh geez. I didn’t realize it was that bad...” Taehyung groans, another one of our friends and leans his head on Jungkook, his best friend (actually boyfriend but society is still ignorant in this day and age).

Jungkook rubs Taehyung’s shoulders, trying to comfort him. “I’m sure you did fine. Don’t worry about it, right Namjoonie? He doesn’t have to worry about anything yeah?” Jungkook turns to face Namjoon, another one in our friend group. He’s a year older, and Taehyung’s older brother.

Namjoon looks up from the book he’s currently reading and nods, “Mr. Kim just wants your perspective on the soulmate concept.” Namjoon explains and looks over at Seokjin, his soulmate and back at Taehyung. “I’m assuming you wrote your experience, which makes it a breeze.” Seokjin can’t help but blush and gives Namjoon a quick peck on the cheek.

“Ah geez,” I groan as I look at Namjoon and Seokjin. I love all my friends, but knowing they all have their soulmates and not me sometimes is quite the pain. Seokjin lets out a dramatic eye roll and looks at me, “I know you haven’t found yours but come on, Let me enjoy the fact Namjoon didn’t punch me for kissing him in public.”

Acknowledging that fact I just shrug my shoulders and stare at my binder which contains my copy of the assignment.

“How did yours turn out since, you know, since you didn’t find your soulmate?” Taehyung asks and all eyes are soon on me as I fiddle with my fingers.

“Uh, hopefully, alright. It’s a bit hard to write about soulmates when you don’t have one,” I trail off biting my lip.

It’s not hard to let that fact bother me. Every day it’s getting harder and harder to accept the fact my soulmate may not even believe in the concept of soulmates in this day and age.

“Look, she’s not the only one who hasn’t found her soulmate.” Jimin chimes in, and wraps his arm around me, and I feel a deep sense of gratitude towards him. He squeezes me a bit and I can’t hope but wish he was my soulmate. “Remember, my soulmate is still out there, and I haven’t found them yet, but I also did the assignment as well.”

“Well that’ll be interesting,” I see a grin grow on Namjoon’s face, as well as Seokjin’s.

“What do you mean by interesting?” Jimin inquires but the school bell rings, signaling this conversation will be put on hold for now.

“Meaning, have fun in literature class.” Seokjin laughs and gets up for class with Namjoon in tow. Everyone groans and grunts as they all have to go to class. Waiting for Taehyung, who always takes ten years to get ready I swear along with Jimin and Jungkook for that dreaded literature class.

“I wonder what they meant by interesting?” Taehyung asks as the four of us head off to class.

“Probably because we’re all in the same class.” Jungkook shrugs as he carries most of Taehyung’s books for him.

Entering literature class, we all take our seats, Jimin next to the window, me on the right of him and Taehyung and Jungkook in front of us respectively.

“Okay class, I hope everyone finished their assignments because now we’ll be doing a quick presentation on them for the rest of the class.” Professor Kim smiles and you can’t help but stare widely at Jimin who is just as shocked as you.

Maybe this is why Namjoon and Seokjin said class would be interesting.

Mr. Kim has us presenting row by row from right to left which makes me nervous. Most of the class opinion’s on soulmates were that even though they’re probably out there, it’s not worth the disappointment if your other half is currently with someone else so it’s better to just seek your own happiness. Others have the belief that you should wait and find your soulmate. One girl even talked about how even if it seems impossible, if the universe destined you to be with someone for the rest of your life, they would somehow make your paths cross eventually when the timing is right.

It’s finally Jungkook’s turn, as he’s the first out of the four of us to share. Hesitantly he stands up and looks at Taehyung then Jimin and I before beginning.

“I was born by parents who weren’t soulmates. They never believed in the concept as they realized their love was stronger than their soulmate connection. That was a phenomenon as both my sides of grandparents are strong believers of the soulmate connection. However, my parents didn’t care and gave birth to me and my sister. My sister found her soulmate when we were four, and I couldn’t believe it honestly. The concept of soulmates still astounds me. My sister found hers at four years old, my grandparents met when they were 29. My aunt just found hers and she’s about to be 60 years old. So soulmates, are weird, and I understand why some wouldn’t want to find they’re soulmates like my parents. However, I believe if you do have the opportunity to meet your soulmate, you should take it because you know they’ll understand you, even as the entire world is against you.” Jungkook finishes as he stares at Taehyung and gives a small smile to him.

The entire class claps as Jungkook’s one is probably the most insightful out of everyone who has presented.

“So mine isn’t as insightful as Jungkook’s so I hope it’ll suffice.” Taehyung jokes as he stands up, Jungkook giving his and hand a quick squeeze before letting go.

“I got to meet my soulmate in the most unconventional way ever I would assume. Sometimes my middle school self, was depressed because I was different compared to everyone else at my other school. I wasn’t rich like the other kids, I wasn’t into the same taste of music as others. I was raised quite differently than others. So the day I met my soulmate was the day I almost committed suicide.” Taehyung explains and the entire class goes silent.

I look at Jimin who’s just as shocked at my teacher. “My soulmate was walking home that day and somehow felt the same sadness so they went to where they feel when they’re lonely. Coincidentally it happened to be where I was about to commit suicide. Right next to a cliff that overwatch's the entire city. The moment they pulled me before I jumped, I knew whoever pulled me wasn’t someone who was just a random stranger. They were someone who was supposed to be in life. Looking back, the signs were there of the universe. The fact that I wandered to that specific location during a time of my depression. The fact I felt solace of committing suicide at that specific location. I don’t believe in the concept of a higher being, but I do believe that soulmates are there in the world for us when we feel down. They’re there to let us know, it’s okay, you’re not alone.” Taehyung finishes and the entire room starts clapping, some even ran to give Taehyung a huge hug.

Jimin and I clap, still staring at each other in shock. Taehyung never discussed this with us. All we knew from when we met Taehyung he came up to us with a bright smile and Jungkook next to his side, shy but still acknowledging our presence.

“I think yours might have not been as insightful as Jungkook’s but is the most heartwarming.” Mr. Kim gives Taehyung a smile before he has the next person to continue.

Feeling antsy as my nerves go up to a threshold, I can’t help but feel nervous about my paper. Taehyung and Jungkook’s were spectacular presentations and now mine? I have no idea how to feel about it.

I feel Jimin's hand on my thigh rubbing it in circles as he attempts to calm my nerves. I look at him grateful that I have a someone like him by my side. I hope my soulmate can read me as well as my best friend can.

Jungkook turns around and ushers me to stand, not realizing that it was currently my turn to present.

“Well, um.” I begin, feeling more nervous than ever to present, “I haven’t met my soulmate- I think. Some days, I feel like they’re so close but then others, I wonder where they are because I feel lost in their emotions. I always thought I would meet my soulmate quickly since I was able to feel their emotions for as long as I could remember. I remember the first time I felt it, it was when I was eating breakfast and I felt an extreme sense of happiness. I remember when I asked my parents what it was and they explained it to me. My parents met each other as freshmen in high school and we’re called the ‘high school sweethearts’ as they found each other as soulmates and were inseparable since then. It was the cliche bad boy turned good for the girl he loved. I was so inspired by their soulmate story, I just wanted to meet mine right away, I mean I always felt their emotions so why wouldn’t I? However, as the years went on, the more frustrating it got knowing I could always feel their emotions but I couldn’t find them, themselves you know? It felt like a dream where I couldn’t grasp their hands and tell them their day will get better, I’m here for you. However, I won’t give up. I may not have some tale of finding my soulmate, but I know they’re out there. I won’t give up for as long as I live to find them. If they somehow end up with someone else, I’ll support them and be their best friend. However I want to find mine, I want to tell them, life gets better and be there for them.” I explain and look at Jimin who looks winded as he stares at his own paper. He finds my eyes and gives me the warmest eye smile reassuring me I did well.

“That’s a very interesting point you bring up, finding your soulmate just to let them know that you’re there for them.” Mr. Kim brings up, “The soulmate concept is made to be this intricate love story from the thousands, no, millions of stories that are told from generation to generation, but I think the main that gets left out is the fact that your soulmate doesn’t have to be your lover, they can just be your best friend.” Mr. Kim pauses and looks at me, and at Jimin, “and sometimes you’ll have to step back and realize, maybe they were there all along as your best friend.” Mr. Kim then looks back at Jimin giving him a smile, “Jimin, how about you finish things on off with your presentation, as you are the last to present.”

Jimin gives a curt nod and I take his hand giving it a light squeeze. I can feel his nervousness and I hope it calms him down a bit seeing him shake his leg up and down intensely. Once he stands up he looks at Taehyung, Jungkook and then me. He holds my eye contact for a bit before I give him a smile and a nod, hopefully, conveying the courage he needs.

“Soulmates surround us. Not just as in yours, but with our families and friends. We probably have that one person we know who has an extravagant story of how they met their soulmate through the roughest and hardest part of their lives... Some don’t have that luxury, but I do feel if those were to search a bit harder, they would find they’re soulmates. Soulmates don’t have to necessarily be our lovers- just as Mr. Kim explained, but I do think there is a variety of them. Some are supposed to be your best friends. I also do believe in the fact that your soulmate can also be your dream job, the taste of the food you like, your taste in music. All of this can lead you to the person you’re soulmates with.” Jimin pauses and looks down at his paper, “And maybe sometimes your soulmate can be standing in front of you, without you realizing it, wondering why are you so goddamn dense and can’t see that we’re soulmates.” He lets out a breath and continues. “So what is my belief in the concept of soulmates Mr. Kim, I believe the concept of soulmates is unbelievably true as I feel my soulmates connection at an extreme level 24/7, however, I feel sorry for people like me. We know exactly who our soulmates are, or have a very strong idea but they’re too goddamn dense to realize it.” Jimin finishes, panting a bit, realizing he let his emotions get the better of him. Mr. Kim chuckles, “My boy Jimin, if you thought your situation was tough, wait till you've watched your soulmate hook up with over 20 different girls in college, date 3 people seriously, get married then go through a divorce while you were on the side being their best friend.” He chuckles which makes the entire room chuckle a bit.

“Well, I guess that concludes class. Leave your written report on my desk as you head out.” Professor Kim says as everyone rushes out except the four of you.

“Tae,” you begin and he just shrugs as he gives Mr. Kim his report.

“Shit-” Taehyung begins and looks at Mr. Kim who just shrugs and ushers him to continue, “shit happens. I mean, I have to thank my depression for letting me meet my soulmate.” a small smile appears on Jungkooks face and you can't help but smile as well. It's very understandable on why Jungkook and Taehyung are soulmates. Taehyung is wild and quite unpredictable, while Jungkook is the calm to the storm.

“Mr. Kim, a marriage, and a divorce? How did you handle it?” Jimin asks as he puts his report on the desk. Mr. Kim leans back and chuckles a bit, running a hand through his hair.

“It's a long story, my boy.” Mr. Kim says and Jimin takes a seat, pulling your arm so you're sitting down as well.

“We have all day. I need to understand how you finally confessed you were soulmates.” Jimin said with such determination that you could feel it too. It kind of stung that Jimin wanted to find his soulmate with that much determination. You didn't like the feeling, but if Jimin wanted this, you would support him.

“My story is just like your Jimin, just the long-term version. Long story short, I knew my soulmate, but I knew he wasn't gay so of course, I never said anything, but oh boy, I wish I did. I met him when I was about seven years old I would say. He was such an awkward kid, he just moved to Korea so he didn't speak much Korean and only spoke English and Cantonese. I felt bad since he had no friends so I started to talk to him. When I look back on it, the moment I talked to him was the first time I realized he was my soulmate because I felt such an intense feeling of happiness.  He became my best friend, and throughout school, as we got older he grew really popular. Captain of the basketball team, president of the Art Club, and plus he was super tall. Meanwhile, I was president of Chess, English, and student body. That's when I definitely knew he was my soulmate because,” Mr. Kim sighed and rubbed his temples. “Intense feelings aren't just happiness and sadness, if you get what I mean.”

I feel my jaw physically drop in pure shock. I side glance Jimin who shifts uncomfortably in his seat, then to Taehyung who is sneaking a peek at Jungkook, who gives off a knowing smirk.

“Mr. Kim,” Jungkook asks, “So when he felt those strong urges, did it make you feel them as well?”

“Yes it did, so if you know who your soulmate is, I'd say test it with that.” Mr. Kim and looks at Jungkook, “You do know I'm 110% gay so if you want to hold Taehyung’s hand in front of me, I really don't care.” he said as he looked at Taehyung and Jungkook, who were both floored.

“So, Mr. Kim, how did you confess?” Jimin asks, curious to know how it turned out.

“It wasn’t easy my boy. Confessing to your best friend that, one you’re gay, and two you’re his soulmate?” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “That was a fun night. When I got plastered drunk and threw myself at him.” He looked off into the distance and then back at Jimin, “Here’s my advice. If your soulmate is too dense to realize you’re their soulmate just tell them straight up. Nothing can go wrong.” Mr. Kim and we all nod, thank him before exiting.

“So,” Taehyung swings an arm around Jimin’s neck with a knowing smirk plastered onto his facial features, “You know who your soulmate is?”

“More,” Jimin shrugs off Taehyung’s shoulder, evading the physical contact, “or less have an idea.”

“Woah, Are you going to tell us?” Jungkook asks excitedly looking between Jimin and I. Noticing Jimin starts fidgeting and uneasiness I try to step in but Taehyung covers my mouth with his hand.

“Not, not now.” Jimin lets a deep breath out before he runs to his next class.

Taehyung lets out a huge sigh, and rubs my upper back in what seems like sympathy?

“Next time, we’ll get that information out of him for you.” Taehyung smiles at me and heads off to his next class with Jungkook leaving me speechless.

Why do they want to know who Jimin’s soulmate so badly?

~~~~

Sitting at home bored on a Friday night is not my ideal type of night, especially when my parents are out of town, but it happens I guess. Sitting on the couch with the popcorn and my Chinese takeout on the table in front. I can’t believe there’s been so many TV shows and movies based on the plot line of soulmates. Channel surfing, I scroll through every movie and tv show playing.

DING!

From Jimin: please don’t tell me you’re stuffing yourself with unhealthy food

I scoff, how does he know me so well?

To Jimin: Uh, no?

From Jimin: I’ll be over in 5 minutes.

Sighing I toss your phone on the couch seat next to you. Jimin is always nagging me about my choices of food. Like why? I just wanted to pig out, sometimes, multiple times a week.

Jimin’s presence is well known in my house, so when my mother sees him at the door, she welcomes him in. My mother has taken a fond liking to Jimin over the many years we have known each other. She had even jokingly said he was her son.

“I brought you salad.” He holds a plate of Caesar salad with my favorite (I mean what makes the salad more tolerable) grilled shrimp on top, “And I brought you your favorite, Mint Chip ice cream because I assumed I was going to be forced into watching a cliche soulmate movie.”  He places the salad on the table, cleans up your leftovers and walks to the kitchen to put the leftovers in the fridge and the ice cream in the freezer.

Jimin always took such good care of me, and I always appreciate it. However, after class today, it made me worry. What if when he meets his soulmate he’ll leave me? Who is going to be watching cliche romance movies where I just complain all the time? Who’s going to bring me healthy food, and motivate me to live a healthier lifestyle so we can live longer together?

Jimin returns, plopping a seat next to me, with his arm stretched above me. Naturally, I curl up next to him, having the blanket cover both of us.

“So, I was thinking either High School Musical or 17 Again,” I suggest, looking at the choices on Netflix. I hear a sigh, next to me and I feel his eyes on me.

“Really, Zac Efron again? Can’t we watch another one, like Neighbors? It still has him in it.” Jimin suggests with a wide smile, trying appeal to my want of Zac Efron.

“Seriously?” I pout, putting on my signature puppy-dog face which gets me almost everything I want with Jimin. He throws a hand over my face, while his other reaches for the remote and chooses High School Musical.

“I know you secretly like this movie.” I smile and snuggle closer to him, as his arm wraps around my shoulder.

“Whatever,” He sighs and feeds me the salad.

I swear, Jimin is the perfect guy.

“Look, I don’t get why she’s caught up in believing they can’t be together. Is she that dense? Troy loves her clearly.” Jimin huffs in annoyance and I turned to him shocked,

“No way! Look at Troy pretending he’s soo cool while Gabriella is trying so hard to convey her feelings!”

“It’s not my fault Gabriella is so dense that she can’t even see what’s right in front of her.” Jimin sends me a pointed look, and I glare back at him.

“Maybe if Troy was clear with his feelings about her, she wouldn’t be so sad! I mean he disregarded her feelings during that recording stunt!”

“Or maybe if Gabriella understood the context of that situation, she would understand why he said that. Being a guy is pretty difficult when you're cornered for your feelings.” Jimin sighs.

“Oh yeah? When have you ever been cornered to say what you didn’t mean?” I ask now looking at him directly. I see him go speechless, noticing his breath quickens a bit, and his heart is beating a tad bit faster. His palms get sweaty as he wipes it on the couch’s arm.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I scoff, “You’ve never been cornered like that. It doesn’t happen Jimin with people who are your friends.”

“Today.” He cuts me off, and I see him taking deep breaths to slow his uneven breaths, “Today, when Taehyung and Jungkook asked me about my soulmate.”

“What do you mean today?” I ask, genuinely confused about the situation.

“They know who my soulmate is, and they tried to pressure me into saying it.” Jimin’s words are quiet but well enunciated.

“Why would Taehyung and Jungkook try to pressure you into saying if they know? That makes no sense.” I state the obvious.

“Why would they pressure me?” he laughs ironically and  tilts his head back and hand runs through his locks of hair, “Ironic don’t you think?”

“What?” I don’t understand, suddenly feeling nervous, but a slight surge of courage courses through my body.

“Because, for 12 years, I’ve known who my soulmate is, but she is so goddamn dense she can’t even figure it out.”

“If you have known for so long, why didn’t you say anything? Isn’t that kind of redundant of the whole soulmate concept? Why meet and realize who it is, but not tell them?” The gears in my head are turning but I cannot process why Jimin is acting like this. He’s honestly not making any sense.

“Because I wanted her to realize it for herself. But honestly, after today, I can’t. I wanted to continue having her try to figure out her soulmate is me, but I don’t think she’ll realize it,” Jimin sighs as he leans in so close looking at me in my eyes, feeling the ghost of his lips against mine, “even when it’s right in front of her.”

My heart stops as I stare at the boy in front of me.

My eyes go wide as I feel my heart beating rapidly as I feel the panic suddenly rush over me. I feel his hands grasp mine, as his thumb rubs gentle circles.

“You never thought it was weird, that I was able to always calm you down? How I could always read you? How today even, I knew you were going to be on this couch, trying to watch a sappy romance movie, with your unhealthy takeout? How, when you're sad, I always knew, or when you were happy, I always knew?”  

My mind is racing as every memory he mentions runs through my head and I feel like I’m spiraling out of control.

“Like right now, you can’t even process it, because you just realized your soulmate was right in front of you this entire time.” Jimin slowly pulls me closer onto his lap, with me straddling over his hips.

“Jimin... I... I...” the stuttering won’t stop as try to form what to say, or even words. My brain is in overdrive trying to process all this information. His arms wrap around me, as he rubs comforting circles on my back.

“It’s okay, I never expected you to get it right away.” Jimin chuckles and I see his eyes squint into those crescents where I know the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I find myself leaning over as I place my lips on his soft pillowy lips. His eyes shoot wide open stunned at first but slowly melts into the kiss. The kiss is soft, and loving and everything I ever imagined with having my first kiss with a soulmate. I could feel the gut feeling hit, the euphoric state kicks in full blast as I pull away, both of donning huge smiles.

“I love you,” Jimin says not even above a whisper, knowing it’s for my ears only.

“I love you too, Jimin” I smile and lean him to kiss him again.

*~*~*~

“I repeat, code Serendipity. Angel has finally realized Calico was her soulmate. I repeat, Angel has finally realized Calico was her soulmate.” The voice whispers into the phone as she watches the two on the couch, peering from the hallway.

*~*~*~*

“So, I take it you figured out who your soulmate was, huh?” Mr. Kim looks at Jimin and I holding hands as we sit in his class after it ends. After his talk with us the other day, we realized, maybe the dorky teacher was kind of cool.

“Took her a while to process the information.” Jimin chuckles as he rubs his thumb in circles on my hand, “But at least she finally processed it.”

“Oh! Mr. Kim! We realized it! It does work!” Taehyung bounces over with Jungkook in tow, who looks mortified.

“Oh, oh really? What works?” Mr. Kim asks, but I can see a ghost of a smirk linger on his lips.

Huh, I wonder why?

“The other forms of happiness! We tried it out last night and it worked! We both felt it!” Taehyung beams and I see Jungkook try his best to hide behind Taehyung and Jimin’s eyes widen with shock.

Why is Jimin feeling nervous? And, another feeling I can’t quite pinpoint.

“Taehyung,” Jimin seethes, with what I presume is anger? But why is he angry, none of his emotions are angry, “You have 3 seconds to run before I murder you for one, what you just said, and two, your conversation with her mom last night.” Jimin voice is quiet, but honestly, why do his emotions seem more out of embarrassment than anger?

“Oh, he caught on...” Jungkook mumbles as Taehyung slowly makes his way to the door.

“I’m glad you finally confessed Calico!” Taehyung shouts before he takes off down the hallway with Jimin on his heels.

“Calico?” I mumble and Jungkook chuckles placing a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s fine Angel, you’ll understand later.”

Hope you enjoyed it :)