#maybe just keep using that thing and hope for the best.

[yuujispinkhair]

NERD!SUKUNA HEADCANONS - Part 1

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). College AU. 2k words 18+, fluff + smut (Sukuna has some dirty fantasies about Reader. The actual smut will be in Part 2). "Enemies" to friends to fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is shy and struggles with her grades. Sukuna is a genius but bad at feelings ;) Minors don't interact. Divider @/.lacedolliee. Credit for the super sexy fanart of Nerdkuna goes to my sweet friend @winterrbluess. The pic was used with Winn's permission 🖤 You asked if someone could write a little something about your fave sexy nerd, and I couldn't resist ;) I hope you'll enjoy it!

Nerd!Sukuna, who looks like a bad boy but is actually at the top of all his classes and a huge nerd when it comes to his studies and his various interests. Very intelligent, passionate, and hardworking. Sukuna always wants to be the best in everything he does.

Nerd!Sukuna, who could be one of the most popular guys on the whole campus if he wanted to, with his good looks and impressive height and fit body. But he keeps everyone at arm's length, not giving a fuck about popularity and not wanting to get distracted from his academic success.

Nerd!Sukuna, who once beat up a football player who tried to make fun of Sukuna's passion for all things history-related, and ever since that day, no one dared to bother Sukuna again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is arrogant and condescending and thinks (rightfully so) that no one is fit to hold a candle to him. He is constantly looking down on everyone around him and would rather spend his free time perfecting his skills and studies than doing something useless.

Nerd!Sukuna, who hates group projects and prefers to work alone because everyone else is just holding him up, and Sukuna has to control all of their steps to fix their mistakes.

Nerd!Sukuna, who rolls his eyes in annoyance when he gets paired up with you for an assignment. A shy little thing whose name he never heard before, which means you are definitely not playing in the same academic league as him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who towers over you with his backpack slung casually over his broad shoulders and his tattooed face cold and hard when he informs you that he expects you to work hard and not fuck up his grades, or he will make your life hell.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is fully convinced this will be a disaster when he sees you wring your hands nervously and promise him you will work your ass off for this assignment because you really need a good grade so you can pass.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is a control freak who plans everything ahead and, therefore, doesn't let you have a word on how often you meet or when or where. He doesn't like having people over at his place, but he invites you over anyway because his kitchen table is his favorite place to study.

Nerd!Sukuna, who fixes you with a stern look through his nerdy glasses as he shoves a huge stack of books across the table, informing you he expects you to read all the needed information, which he already marked for you with various color-coded sticky notes. "Because you probably don't even know what we need for this assignment."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how thoroughly you work and by the questions you ask him, which let him know you aren't as dumb as he thought.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how you hang on his lips when he explains stuff to you, clearly impressed by his detailed knowledge. And maybe, just maybe, he intentionally lowers his voice a bit more, just to see you get all nervous when he is talking in such a husky way, almost as if he isn't explaining political intrigues in the Heian era to you but rather telling you what he wants to do to you in his bed.

Nerd!Sukuna, who finds devilish joy in seeing how flustered you get around him and how clearly intimidated you are by his tall and broad body and his tattoos and arrogant attitude.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit (only to himself) that getting paired up with you isn't too bad because at least you give your best, and you are actually kind of cute. The kind of sweet, shy girl who usually doesn't cross paths with him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself watching you during study time in his kitchen or in the library. He tells himself he is just checking if you really do your work, but his gaze mostly lingers on your glossy lips, which wrap around your pen while you focus on something or on your nose, which looks super cute when you scrunch it up in confusion.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't one to brag because he thinks that is something for losers, but he can't help but mention casually some of the academic awards he already won just because he is getting addicted to the buzzing in his veins when he sees the way you gulp hard and get all shy and cute on him, muttering something about how you struggle to even stay in college.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually loves to be a little sadist and make fun of people who have bad grades, but somehow, he can't bring himself to do that when it comes to you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who instead surprises himself by reaching out and ruffling your hair, telling you that he will help you with your studies.

Nerd!Sukuna, who forms a strange little companionship with you, almost looking forward to your meetings and even preparing an extra plate of snacks for you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually isn't someone people would refer to as nice, but who drops his arrogant and mocking attitude at least a little when he is in his kitchen with you and instead jokes around with you and feels his heart throb weirdly when you get his humor, and laugh about his even most sarcastic remarks.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes it when you come out of your shell more and more, joining in on his playful teasing or telling him about your favorite books and shows.

Nerd!Sukuna, who accidentally overhears you telling your classmate that you don't have time to go to the coffeeshop with her because you are already meeting your friend Sukuna after class, which leaves Sukuna standing in the middle of the hallway for a whole thirty seconds, with his mouth hanging open, completely stunned and looking like a brainless idiot as his mind tries to wrap around the fact that you see him as your friend when Sukuna never had a friend before.

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes sure to bake your favorite muffins and prepare your favorite type of tea before you come over that afternoon, wordlessly showing you that he values your companionship, or friendship, as you called it, too.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels a small smile tug at his usually smirking lips when he sees your big happy smile and hears your sweet "For me? Oh, thank you!" when you see the plate with muffins on your place at his kitchen table. And yes, he refers to it as your place, and the thought makes him feel strangely warm.

Nerd!Sukuna, who playfully teases you for your Hello Kitty pens and glittery pink notebooks, asking if you are in some "Little Princess Kindergarten Club" or something. Only for you to march up to him the next morning before class to press a Hello Kitty text marker set against his chest so he can join the club, too, causing Sukuna to sit in class with a stupid grin on his face for a whole hour.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how easy things feel with you. How he can put all his hard work into your assignment and also see you working hard on it, but also have this light-hearted, playful banter with you, making him realize how boring and dry his afternoons used to be before you became his assignment partner.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit that you definitely aren't as bad of an assignment partner as he thought you would be. He even allows you to fill out a whole page all by yourself, which is the biggest compliment he can give you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself playfully flirting with you, smirking smugly when he catches you staring at him when he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "See something you like, princess? Aww, no need to be embarrassed. I know those glasses look sexy on me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who loves to tease you like that and who ducks just in time when you scream in embarrassment and throw a pen at him while looking so fucking cute that Sukuna just teases you even more.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is quite happy with how your assignment is going. Usually, he would do the whole presentation by himself because he trusts no one else to deliver it the way he wants to, but Sukuna knows how shy you are about talking in front of the class, and Sukuna wants to teach you how to lose that fear.

Nerd!Sukuna, who just smirks at you when you complain loudly, "I can't do that! I am so bad at presenting things. I get all nervous and flustered, and then I mess up. Please do it yourself, Sukuna! You are so much better at this!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who tells you, "If you always run away from everything that scares you, you will never make it in life. So, nope. You will do your part. But aren't you such a lucky girl that you have me as your teacher?"

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes you stand in front of his fridge and practice your presentation over and over again while Sukuna sits on the kitchen chair, long muscular legs spread, tattooed arms crossed in front of his broad chest, occasionally pushing his glasses up as he watches you with an amused expression on his tattooed face, providing a brutal but honest opinion and actually helpful advice.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't just an overly critical and perfectionist asshole, but also someone who gives praise when he thinks it is deserved. And you, his cute little assignment partner, really deserve it. Sukuna walks over to you, stopping in front of you with a broad grin, "You did really well, princess. I'm proud of you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who wonders why your pupils look so blown out all of a sudden when you tilt your head to look up at him, stuttering in a slightly breathless voice, "Th... thank you. You were a really good teacher."

Nerd!Sukuna, who laughs and pets your hair as he smirks at you, saying something about how he could teach you lots of other things, too. Not sure anymore whether he is still just teasing you or if he really means it in a sexual way.

Nerd!Sukuna, who realizes he has a little big problem when he starts noticing the way your tits get pushed up and almost spill out of your shirt when you press a stack of books against them. Or when he loses his thread because you decided to wear a sexy little skirt, and now Sukuna can't stop thinking about how cute it would look if you were bouncing on his cock while still wearing that little skirt. Or when you suck on your stupid Hello Kitty pen, and Sukuna can't help but imagine how those sweet glossy lips of yours would feel wrapped around his cock instead.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to suppress those thoughts though, not wanting to mess this assignment up.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels like encountering a world boss in a computer game, when you have a breakdown at his kitchen table, the evening before your presentation, crying and sobbing because you are nervous and convinced you will fuck up. And suddenly, Sukuna finds himself comforting you, gently caressing your arms with his large hands while murmuring reassurance to you. "Hey, stop being a brat. I know you can do it. You learned from the best, after all, didn't you, princess? And you got me. Just look at me the whole time, ok? Nothing bad can happen when you just look at me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how protective he feels over you at that moment. You are sitting in front of him looking like a wet cat, with your eyes all red and swollen from crying and snot running out of your nose, but somehow you still look so fucking cute to him, and somehow you make him so much softer and less rational than he usually is.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sighs and growls, "Oh, just come here." sounding annoyed but contradicting it by pulling you into his strong arms and holding you until you feel ok again. Sukuna still complains that you got his shirt wet with your tears, but his words lack the bite.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is genuinely proud of how much you improved when he watches your part of the presentation the next day. He even catches himself smiling a real smile at you when he congratulates you after class.

Nerd!Sukuna, who experiences a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach when you smile back at him and put your small hand on his tattooed biceps, "Thank you, Sukuna. It was really nice working with you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who manages a "same," but then just stands before you, opening his mouth and closing it again, not knowing what else to say because there are too many thoughts racing through his mind, and all of them seem to be too honest. And you do the same, shuffling around shyly, looking at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, but no words come out. And so both of you just lift a hand in an awkward farewell gesture and leave on opposite sides of the hallway.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to tell himself he is glad that your assignment is over and he can work in solitude again but then ends up staring longingly at the empty chair at his kitchen table, where you used to sit those last few weeks.

Aww Sukuna, do you miss us? ;)

I AM VERY ATTRACTED TO HIM AAAHHHH please, Kuna, tell me more about history and physics and every other subject that there is!!! You are so sexy!! 😘😘

Winn's fanart of Nerdkuna made me swoon so much and fall in love with him, and I always picture him as being at the top of classes anyway, so I think it was really time to finally write about him living his best nerdy life.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons! I will post Part 2 in a few days 💗 Will Kuna find a way to get us back onto his kitchen chair?

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

[moshi-tehkitty]

It started with a pressure in my head, which was pretty on par for me. I’m a bit prone to headaches. I took some over the counter pain reliever. And then some more the next day. By day three everything started feeling a bit… yellow? After a week I felt like I was experiencing lag. My eyes and ears weren’t keeping up with reality. I went to the hospital after the de-sync was glaring enough to make daily life difficult. They couldn’t find anything wrong with me but said they’d keep me overnight for observation. I could feel myself sinking through the bed but the nurse I called seemed to think I was imagining things. I closed my eyes, tried to ignore it and fall asleep, and eventually I did. I woke in an unfamiliar room, or maybe a hallway, there weren’t any doors and the place wasn’t quite right. Yellow wallpaper, beige or maybe grey carpet, tiled ceiling with florescent lights. No furniture. Where the hell was I? There didn’t seem to be anyone around. I only noticed how quiet it was when my footsteps echoed against the emptiness, still out of time with my movements. I called out “hello?” in the way that seemed appropriate for these sorts of situations, my voice sounding garbled to my own ears. I was hungry and thirsty and I kind of had to pee so I started walking. After a few minutes, or maybe hours, I came upon a tiled area. The new environment had me hopeful for a toilet, which I mercifully found. I stared at it. “If you piss in the dream, you piss in real life,” I said to myself, but hell, if I was dreaming then that would be the hospitals problem. My hands seemed to twitch against reality as I tried to take care of business. I felt like static. There was no toilet paper. I tried to flush. Nothing happened. There was no toilet tank for me to investigate. I waddled over to the sink with trepidation. It was oddly low to the ground which was fine since I might have to wash my ass in it. Thankfully, the water turned on. Unthankfully, there was no soap. I did my best, running my hands under the clean water for a solid 2 minutes. I stood and started pulling my pants up when I heard the toilet flush behind me, nearly startling me into the wall. I was still alone. I rinsed my hands again, for good measure. I was thirsty, but could make myself drink from the faucet of the sink I’d just used. I could hopefully backtrack if I got desperate enough. Walking a bit further I found pools. Giant indoor swimming pools. Not in any sort of normal shapes or sizes, but hey. The water looked clean and smelled like chlorine, so it was probably safe to swim in, or to drink. It was impossible to travel further without getting in, but I didn’t trust myself to stay afloat in my current condition so I headed back towards the yellow area. A few non-rooms away from the tiled area I found a vending machine of some sort. Looking through the front glass, the machine seemed way deeper than was physically possible, especially since it was sitting in the middle of the room and not against the wall. The writing on the machine was nonsensical shapes and the food packages inside were no better at identifying themselves, but I could identify bottles that hopefully contained drinkable liquids and bags that hopefully contained edible foods. I experimentally pushed a few buttons. Nothing happened. There wasn’t a coin slot for me to try to feed anything into. I pushed every button like a kid in an elevator. This time the machine spat out a bottle and a bag. The bottle had some sort of sweet drink that tasted vaguely like cola but was an opaque pink color. The bag was full of crunchy green nuggets that tasted like salt and corn, with a vitamin aftertaste.

I finished my breakfast and tried to explore the surrounding area. I found a darkened room that might make for a good place to sleep, if the lights stayed on all night. I circled back to the vending machine for another snack. Smacking all the buttons again yielded a bottle of clear orange liquid that tasted like grass and a bag of multicolored gummy candy that tasted like ham. I hate wasting food, but this was just unpleasant. I wasn’t even sure where I should put the trash so I set the uneaten food down with the trash pile from breakfast and went to the darker room to lay down and close my eyes against the headache, if not take a nap.

I woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, hungry. My next round of vending machine snacks provided me with a bottle of disturbingly blood like liquid that tasted like bananas and a bag with a single large yellow puck that had the consistency of sharp cheddar cheese but the flavor of mashed potatoes, which I happily gnawed my way through.

I returned to the bathroom, for bathroom purposes and then back to the dark room to nap. When I woke up next, my head wasn’t throbbing, although I still felt like my senses were lagging behind reality. My back was slightly aching from lying on the floor, although the carpet was more padded than I was expecting. Another round at the vending machine fed me with pink cola milk and green corn nuggets again. A pattern? I risked traveling a bit farther into the yellow area and discovered a filing cabinet of all things. Opening it revealed that it was full of blank papers that were roughly half the size of the standard “letter” size I was used to. There were no writing implements so I picked up as many as much paper as I could reasonably carry and brought it back to the vending machine room.

My next meal was a clear pink drink that tasted like grass and pink gummy ham. I pressed the buttons again in hopes of getting something else. A clear green drink with a berry flavor and pink gummies that tasted like banana, which I ate. Was I being tested for my preferences?

I tore the papers into squares to fold origami cranes from with my still fumbling hands. Got a descent number done before I got hungry again and tried my luck with dinner. A green banana drink and a vanilla flavored blue puck greeted me. I chewed my way through most of it and used the remaining nub to write my name on one of the pages. It worked well enough. I left it in the middle of the room and went to “bed”

by the next “day” I felt better still, though still from sleeping on the floor. My breakfast ration came with an extra bag. Little multicolored sticks of food that tasted like grass but nonetheless made descent writing supplies. I started doodling anything thing that came to mind, trees, flowers, clouds, a soft comfy bed. I spent extra time on that. I went for another walk and discovered that the filing cabinet was full of paper again and there was a wad of yellow stuff in one of the drawers that proved to be good for sticking paper to the walls. This was the first evidence I had of something being changed from how I found it. I started making signs and labels for the walls to make it easier to find my way around. I posted my artwork in the vending machine room and was generally pleased with myself. Lunch was blue banana milk and maple syrup flavored yellow gummies. My afternoon art session was interrupted by the footsteps of an approaching person. “Hello! Is anyone there?” Came a voice that was not my own. I froze, unsure. “Someone has got to be here,” I head them say, quieter, but closer.

I plucked up my courage, and stood, “Hello!” I called back, “I’m over here!” I was ready to run if need be. Around the corner appeared a normal looking human, clothes a bit worn, hair a bit long, wet but very normal.

“Hello!” Greeted the newcomer with a friendly smile, “How are you feeling? Still out of sync or are you feeling better yet? Not sure they meant for us to find you yet”

“I’m better by I still feel a little off. What do you mean? Who’s them and who’s us?” I asked warily.

“Easy now,” he said still grinning, “Us is other folks who got de synchronized from the world. Well that’s what we call it anyway. Headaches, senses out of time, eventually you start feeling like your to the left of your own body, or up or down or some other direction, extreme cases everything gets shakey shakey. A few days here with whatever comes out of the vending machine and you start to feel better. Them is whoever stocks the vending machines and makes the changes here. We’ve never seen Them, stuff just happens when you aren’t looking. Not sure if they’re aliens. Gary thinks they might be Lovecraftian, whatever that means. Anyway, I hope you can swim, since that’s the only way to get to where the rest of us are. It’s not as yellow over there. We’ve got sky and clouds and grass even, although it’s definitely astroturf. I came out looking for you since a few trees and flowers appeared in the garden. Usually They make changes in response to something we do and we had nothing to do with the trees and flowers so we knew there must be someone new over here. Usually new folks get better and make their way over on their own.”

I tried to absorb all of that. Whoever had brought us here seemed to have our best interests in mind.“I can swim, but I’m not sure I’m ready yet. How many people are over there?” I asked.

“Right now? It’s 22 of us, 23 with you added,” he answered, “sometimes someone dies of old age, sometimes, well, we had one guy who kept starting fights and he hurt a couple of the girls. They took him out for a bit, separated anyone who was hurt. The girls said they don’t remember what happened while they were gone. They just fell asleep injured and woke up fine a few days later. The hard part for us is just walking away from someone who’s hurt so that They can come help them.”

“What about the guy who started the fight?” I asked, “What happened to him.”

“I’ll be honest, none of us are sure,” he said scratching the back of his neck. “After the first two fights he was put back in one of these yellow holding areas for a few days and was able to swim back over after his time out. After the third fight he stayed gone. But nobody’s ever just vanished for no reason.”

“So you’re saying as long as I don’t start fights with people I get to live here rent free?” I said, “sign me up!”

You have been kidnapped by an entity above your comprehension, only to find out that you are effectively a rescue animal saved from a very serious disease. Due to how good it all looks, you decide to do everything in your power to be "adopted" into your new forever home.

[himbo-kuto]

ceo!sylus x secretary!reader  summary: what happens you you become sylus' trusted secretary?

a/n: tried to make this one longer to make up for the shortness of the first part 😅 if y'all want to be tagged when these come out, let me know! i also slightly fudged the schedule than the one laid out in the first part-- apologies for the confusion!

part one | two

with freshly washed hair and a well moisturized face, you sat in bed and looked at your phone, 10:00pm. 

you had been thinking all day about whether or not you were going to take this position, and you still came up at a crossroads. 

you looked around at the tablet the twins gave you along with the briefing papers, that were all spread out around your bed. ever since you got home you’ve been flipping through these papers in order to see what it is like working for world renowned ceo, sylus qin. 

he had affairs in all different countries, making a multitude of deals with hundreds of other rich ceos– you wondered how he even had time for himself.

you unlocked the tablet to look at his schedule for tomorrow and he barely had time to breathe. starting his day at 5:00am boxing for an hour, breakfast, the day's briefing, and then meetings back to back all until 7:00pm. even then he still had work to do on his computer. 

you didn’t know who to feel bad for– sylus because he’s the one who’s participating in all of this, or you who had to stick by his side till the very end. 

a groan left your lips as you fell back on your bed, looking up at your white ceiling. 

“why not just try it? it’s not like if you fail that you’ll be fired from the company… but then you’ll look like the idiot who couldn’t do it… but then maybe people would understand since he was known to be a hard ass..” the angel and the devil were definitely arguing on your shoulders. you tried to wave them off, hoping that would subdue your thoughts but sometime in the middle of your deliberations, your mind drifted off to sleep.

you jolted awake to an alarm you didn’t even remember setting and looked at the time, 3:30am. 

you groggily looked around your room to still see that you truly passed out in the middle of thinking. papers still amiss, the tablet’s black screen reflecting your tired eyes. 

“well.. might as well go for it.” and go you did. 

you gathered up all your things before plunging into your morning routine

you gave yourself a once over in the mirror by your door, making sure your outfit was both comfortable yet professional. you didn’t know what he had in store for you, so best to be prepared for anything and everything. 

“if you decide you want the job, luke and i will be waiting downstairs by your place at 4:30am. we’ll take you to boss’s house. just know we won't wait long."

and lo and behold, there was a sleek black car waiting for you promptly at 4:30am by your apartment. 

at first you awkwardly waved at the car, not being able to see inside due to its tinted windows. 

the window soon rolled down and there were luke and kieran giving you some big smiles. 

“happy first day!” “we hope you make it!” 

well that’s promising. you got into the car and they zoomed off onto the city streets. 

you watched the lights go swiftly past your window as you went over a bridge. this was nice. luke and kieran were respectful, quiet and for the most part, they minded their business. 

“do you have any questions for us before we get to the house?” 

you found that whoever took these notes was very thorough yet concise at the same time. everything was laid out exactly how you should do it and how sylus wanted it. 

you shook your head, nothing coming to mind… well.. maybe one. 

“...what’s he like?” you paused before looking into the rearview mirror. 

“i’ve only ever seen our ceo for what? maybe max, 10 seconds?” 

they both laughed at that. 

“well as you can tell, boss man doesn’t exactly enjoy appearing to the public. only when business demands it does he show his face. otherwise he just likes to keep to himself.” 

“he’s also pretty simple. he’s the type of person that once he likes something, he sticks to it. rarely does he change his ways. if anything that makes him very consistent.” 

you nodded along, genuinely interested in what they had to say. you knew nothing of the man on top, but because of one single event, here were you in one of his cars being escorted to his house.

“how long have you guys been working with mr.qin?” 

luke wrapped his fingers around his chin, stroking it gently as if in thought. 

“honestly for as long as we can remember, we’ve been working for boss. he got us out of a pretty nasty situation way back when and ever since then we’ve been by his side.”

“like he said, he’s kicked us to the curb many times, but that didn’t stop us.” 

you softly smiled at the sentiment. you could only imagine what his face would’ve looked like seeing the two of them showing up to his doorstep after many attempts to shake them. in the midst of their attempts, he grew fond of them. 

“i’ll keep all those things in mind. thank you.” 

you looked out the window to see just how big sylus’ estate was. a gated off property that went deep into the woods, but once you reached the main property, the landscaped opened up to a beautiful dark mid century modern home. 

“everything you need will be in the kitchen. boss has already started his day, but he’ll promptly be up at 6:00am to eat so try and be on time. he doesn’t like when his schedule is disrupted.” 

you nodded, now finding a new wave of confidence. you wanted to put your best foot forward and if in the end it doesn’t work, at least you can say you gave it your all. 

the twins led you through the house to get started before disappearing to only god knows where. you looked at the notes again, following them as closely as you could while still keeping time. 

you fixed the last bowl on the table, as you glanced at your watch. 5:59am. perfect timing. you put your hands to your hips, feeling proud of the spread. with seconds to spare, you pulled out your phone and took a quick picture to remember your first day by. 

and like the twins said, as the clock striked 6:00am, sylus had emerged to the kitchen in his boxing gear (which wasn’t much) a tight fitting tank top and some five inch inseam shorts. 

you felt your face get hot seeing so much of his skin for the first time. 

“ahem, good morning mr. qin. i hope breakfast is to your liking.” 

he took a second, wrapping his towel and his neck before looking at you and then to the food on the table. 

“please join me.” he gestured to the seat beside him as he began to eat his meal. 

you sat down, grabbing the tablet under your arm before briefing him on his day. 

famous last words, but the beginning of your day was actually going very smoothly. sylus promptly finished breakfast by 6:30, leaving him enough time to get ready. 

you finished the last of your duties up in the kitchen before heading over to the garage. luke and kieran would be the ones to take you to work. 

“impressive. i’ve seen a lot of other secretaries much worse than you at this part of the day.”

“oh? well i guess i’m flattered. make sure to tell me that at the end of the day too even if it may not be true.” you all shared a laugh as sylus came from the hallway.

“didn’t expect everyone to be getting along so well. shall we?”

the car ride was much like the one in the morning, quiet but not entirely awkward. you flipped through his schedule for the next couple of hours, trying to commit it to memory. 

“who’s going to be in this meeting at 9:00am?” without delay, you read off the attendees. 

“then after?” again, quick answer. 

sylus let out a pleased hum, which the twins picked up on. they gave each other a knowing glance before going back to their business. 

“and what would you like for lunch mr.qin?” 

“mm.. you decide.” 

you pressed your lips together in a thin line now having to wrack your brain on what to get your ceo for lunch. you knew much of his dislikes, but not many of his likes. this would be your undoing, you just knew it. 

kieran pulled into an entrance that you weren’t familiar with to get into the building. you didn’t notice but your eyebrows furrowed together which made sylus chuckle ever so slightly. 

“it’s a private entrance. only me, the boys and now you have access to. here,” he held out a shiny black titanium card out to you. 

“your new keycard. you’ll find that you have access to more doors with this. don’t lose it. i won’t be giving you another one.” 

“understood.” you graciously took the card, replacing your old white keycard with this one (you already knew all the stickers you were going to put on this).

and from there, your official work day started. 

many, if not all the people in these meetings disregarded you as ‘just another one of sylus qin’s secretaries who will most likely be gone within the week’ as he introduced you and that pissed you off. you could just feel the 💢 emanating off your forehead. 

but you made sure to give them all a firm handshake while looking them in the eye. this would not be the last time they’d be seeing you. 

there was finally a short 20 minute break in between his meeting in which you used to order lunch. you sat at your new desk, looking through all the restaurants and cafes you and your co-workers had eaten for lunch– and suddenly it felt like you've never eaten at any of these places. 

you let out a big sigh just as luke walked by. 

“tired already?” 

you stuck your tongue out at him before gesturing to your tablet. 

“i’m just trying to figure out what to get everyone for lunch and i just want to get it right.” 

“wow, you’re really torn up about this huh?” 

if only you knew luke just a little bit longer, you definitely would’ve strangled him by now. 

“just use your best judgement. that’s why the boss chose you after all.” 

“didn’t you guys choose me based on my qualifications?”

he laughed at that. 

“everybody here is qualified to do the job, otherwise they wouldn’t be working at this company. but he picked you and that should be the equivalent of a lifetime achievement award.” 

now it was your turn to laugh. that did make you feel a lot better. 

“thanks, luke. i’ll be sure to get you something extra yummy.” 

turns out lunch was a hit– there was a cafe you always frequented during your lunch break and you knew the food was delicious so you hoped they would too. 

as you took sylus’ plate from his desk, you reminded him of the phone call he has in 20 minutes. 

“thank you, that was delicious. good choice.” 

you felt yourself bloom with pride at his compliment, but you quickly stopped yourself. (i can’t laugh yet, i have to hold it in)

“also cancel the rest of my meetings after 5:00pm” 

“oh sure– should I give them a reason why?”

“tell them i’m taking my secretary out for dinner after work.”

[devdozes]

i adore your last fanfic it was silly lmao😭, can you also imagine them having all sleepover and phainon keep on teasing mydei to always put his head on the reader’s legs to sleep and teasing mydei cause he know damn well mydei couldn’t ask such a thing so he get pissed to that gesture

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND RHIS IS WHAT U EXPECTED :D

The soft glow of the living room lamps cast a warm ambiance over the small, cozy space. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor, a few leftover snacks from your movie marathon scattered nearby. The three of you—Phainon, Mydei, and you—had somehow ended up having a sleepover, though it was mostly Phainon’s idea. Mydei, true to his grumpy nature, grumbled about it at first, but he stayed anyway.

Phainon stretched lazily, yawning dramatically before flopping down onto the makeshift bedding. Without hesitation, he plopped his head directly onto your lap, sighing in satisfaction as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ahh, perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling slightly into the fabric of your pajamas. “Your lap is the best pillow, y’know? So comfy~”

You chuckled, used to his antics by now, and absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy white hair. “You say that every time,” you teased.

Phainon cracked open an eye, smirking. “That’s ‘cause it’s true. Unlike someone, I’m not afraid to admit what I want.” His gaze flickered to Mydei.

Mydei, who had been sitting cross-legged a few feet away, stiffened. His golden eyes narrowed, sharp like a blade, but his ears—traitorously flushed red—gave away his internal conflict.

“Tch.” He looked away, folding his arms. “You’re being annoying again.”

Phainon just grinned wider.

“Oh? Am I? Or are you just mad because you wanna do this too but can’t bring yourself to ask?” His voice was teasing, lighthearted, but the underlying challenge was very, very real.

Your eyes flickered to Mydei curiously, watching the way his jaw tensed. He looked like he wanted to say something, wanted to act, but his pride—or maybe embarrassment—held him back. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head.

Phainon, ever the instigator, stretched again and snuggled even closer into your lap, tilting his head just enough to make direct eye contact with Mydei. His smirk was downright smug. “Mmm~ So nice. I might just sleep like this all night.”

Mydei let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying very hard not to react.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered, voice rough.

Phainon didn’t even try to deny it. “Of course I am.”

Your fingers stilled in Phainon’s hair as you looked over at Mydei. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, his brows furrowed in frustration, but it wasn’t the usual kind. It wasn’t anger—it was something softer, more hesitant.

“Mydei,” you said, voice gentle. “Do you want to—?”

“No.” The word came out fast, defensive. Too defensive.

Phainon let out a dramatic sigh. “See? He wants to but refuses to say it.” Then, with an exaggerated groan, he rolled onto his back, still using your lap as a pillow, and stretched his arms over his head.

“You’re impossible,” Mydei muttered.

“And you’re predictable,” Phainon shot back, smirking. “Maybe next time, instead of sulking, you should just say what you want, Mydei~”

You watched Mydei’s hands twitch slightly, like he was debating something. And for a moment, you thought he might actually give in. But then he clicked his tongue and turned over, his back now facing you both.

“Just go to sleep.”

Phainon’s snicker was the last thing heard before the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But as you continued absentmindedly running your fingers through Phainon’s hair, you caught the way Mydei’s hand curled slightly near his chest—as if he was holding himself back from reaching out.

Phainon, naturally, wasn’t done poking the bear.

Even with his eyes closed, he smirked and sighed contentedly, snuggling even further into your lap. His breath was warm against your stomach, and you could feel the deliberate weight of his presence as he shifted just enough to make sure Mydei noticed.

“Ahh~ this is the life,” he murmured dramatically. “A soft lap, a gentle touch… Mydei, my dear friend, you wouldn’t get it.”

A vein visibly twitched on Mydei’s forehead.

“I swear,” Mydei muttered, voice tight, “if you keep running your mouth—”

“What? You gonna throw me off her lap?” Phainon peeked one eye open, grinning like he just won a game Mydei wasn’t even playing. “That’d be awfully rude, don’t you think?”

Mydei tensed, his golden eyes glinting dangerously, but the slight pink dusting his ears betrayed him.

You sighed, amused at their antics. “You guys do this every time,” you mumbled, still absentmindedly stroking Phainon’s hair. “Why don’t you just—”

“No.” Mydei cut you off immediately.

Phainon snickered. “See? He’s hopeless.”

Mydei shot him a glare, jaw tight. You could see it—the fight between his pride and his desire. His fingers curled slightly, like he wanted to grab something, but his stubborn nature wouldn’t let him take that step.

Phainon, still basking in victory, tilted his head just enough to rest against your stomach. His silver hair brushed against your skin, and his next words came out in a low, taunting murmur.

“Y’know, if you don’t do something, Mydei, I might just—”

That was it.

Before Phainon could finish, Mydei grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him off your lap.

“—ACK—!” Phainon barely had time to react before he found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the blankets beside you.

Mydei, still scowling, sat up and planted himself right beside you. He didn’t meet your gaze, and he sure as hell didn’t ask for anything, but his presence alone spoke volumes.

Phainon groaned dramatically. “Wow. So violent.”

You chuckled, watching Mydei’s stiff posture. “Mydei,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Did you want to—”

“No.” His response was immediate, but he still didn’t move away.

Phainon, rubbing the back of his head, smirked. “Denial looks great on you, buddy.”

You swore you saw Mydei’s eye twitch.

But despite his grumbles, despite his glaring inability to ask for what he wanted, Mydei stayed right next to you. Close enough that the warmth of his shoulder brushed against yours. Close enough that, if you shifted just a little, you’d feel the subtle tension in his posture.

He wouldn’t say it. But he wanted to.

A few minutes passed, and just when you thought things were settling down, Phainon suddenly sat up, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know what? We should settle this. Right now."

Mydei sighed, already tired of whatever nonsense Phainon was about to pull. "Settle what, exactly?"

Phainon grinned. "Who’s the better choice to sleep next to you, of course."

You blinked. "Hi, so what the fuck?i"

"I refuse to participate in this." Mydei deadpanned, glaring at Phainon.

Phainon ignored him. "First challenge! Who can stay awake the longest while cuddling you?"

You groaned. "Phainon, that’s not—"

"Shhh, we’re already starting," Phainon interrupted, dramatically throwing himself onto your side and wrapping his arms around you like a human octopus. "I’m never letting go, Mydei."

Mydei’s eye twitched. "You’re such an idiot."

"Correction: a competitive idiot." Phainon grinned. "C’mon, Mydei, unless you’re scared you’ll lose?"

A muscle in Mydei’s jaw twitched. Oh, that did it.

With an exasperated sigh, Mydei grumbled something under his breath before pulling you toward him instead, his grip firm yet hesitant. His face was turned away, but his ears were burning red.

Phainon snickered. "Oh-ho? Look who finally made a move!"

You sighed, caught between two ridiculous, overgrown children competing for your affection. "You two are unbelievable."

Phainon winked. "Unbelievably in love with you?"

Mydei groaned. "I’m actually going to kill him."

As if things couldn’t get more ridiculous, Phainon suddenly gasped dramatically and sat up. "Wait. We forgot the most important part of a sleepover."

You raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"A blanket fort competition."

Mydei looked at him, deadpan. "You’re actually five years old."

Phainon smirked. "Oh? What’s wrong? Scared you’ll lose?"

That was all it took. Mydei’s competitive nature flared instantly.

Within minutes, both men were scrambling to grab pillows, blankets, and whatever household items they could use for structural support. You, caught in the middle of their madness, simply watched as they transformed the living room into a battlefield.

Phainon’s fort was a chaotic mess, but it was ridiculously decorated. He strung up fairy lights inside, piled in an excessive amount of pillows, and even found some glow-in-the-dark stickers to add to the "aesthetic."

Mydei, on the other hand, took a tactical approach. His fort was sturdy, well-structured, and honestly looked impressive—like he had studied the mechanics of fort-building beforehand. He even lined the inside with snacks and a perfectly arranged seating area.

When they were done, both turned to you, expectantly.

"So?" Phainon grinned. "Which fort do you like better?"

Mydei crossed his arms, golden eyes watching you. "Be honest."

You looked between them, two grown men who had just spent an hour fighting over blankets and pillows, all for your attention.

And honestly? It was adorable.

You simply smiled. "I think... I’ll just sleep in both."

Cue immediate protests from both sides.

The next morning, war broke out in your kitchen.

You had barely woken up when you found yourself in the middle of an unexpected cooking showdown between Mydei and Phainon.

“I bet she’d like my pancakes better,” Phainon declared, cracking an egg into a bowl with practiced ease. “Light, fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness.”

Mydei scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “Tch. She doesn’t need sugary nonsense first thing in the morning. I’ll make her a proper breakfast.”

“Ohhh?” Phainon grinned, whisking the batter. “What, you gonna make one of your ‘nutritious, balanced meals’? Boring.”

“You’ll thank me when you’re not crashing from a sugar high an hour later,” Mydei shot back, already moving to prepare something more savory—omelets, freshly toasted bread, and sliced fruit on the side. His movements were sharp, precise, the kind that came from experience.

You sat at the table, still groggy, watching the two bicker as they cooked. “Uh… I can just eat whatever—”

“No.” They both shot you a look at the same time.

You blinked. “…Okay.”

Phainon playfully nudged Mydei’s shoulder as he flipped a pancake. “You seem really into this, Mydei. Don’t tell me you’re trying to impress her?”

Mydei’s movements stuttered for just a second before he gritted his teeth. “Shut up and focus on your own mess.”

Phainon snickered, clearly enjoying himself, before turning to you. “Hey, sweetheart, you wanna be my taste tester? I promise my pancakes are better.”

Before you could answer, Mydei placed a perfectly plated omelet in front of you. “Eat this first,” he said firmly.

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! She hasn’t even tried mine yet!”

You sighed, looking between the two ridiculously competitive men. “…What if I just eat both?”

Mydei and Phainon exchanged glances.

“…Fine,” Mydei muttered, looking away.

Phainon grinned. “That’s fair. But mine’s still gonna be your favorite~”

As you took a bite of Mydei’s omelet first, you noticed him watching you way too closely, his sharp golden eyes scanning your face for any reaction. And when you hummed in approval, the faintest hint of a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Phainon, seeing this, quickly slid a pancake onto your plate. “Okay, okay, but try mine now. You’ll love it.”

You did. And it was amazing.

Phainon beamed when you told him so, shooting Mydei a triumphant look. Mydei just clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath, but you could tell he was still secretly pleased you enjoyed his cooking too.

And thus, the ridiculous cooking war ended in a tie.

And both of them asked for a kiss on the cheek as a reward

[lesmiix]

NSFW ALPHABET 2: Cho Hyun-ju.

Cho Hyun-ju x fem!reader.

Summary: Part 2 of the nswf alphabet!!

Warnings: Smut.

a/n: Hope you like itttt!🩷

🖤HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!🖤

A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position?

Very bendy, her favourite position is probably missionary or cowgirl.

B - Bliss - How big is the “big o” for them? How easy it is to bring them to it?

HRT usually makes it harder for her to cum, but whenever you use a vibrator, she comes very easily.

C - Control - How dominant they are? Who is more dominant?

She's usually the dominant, but you guys switch. She also likes watching you take control as you bounce on her.

D - Dedication - To what extent are they willing to go to make the night perfect?

She's always very soft, that also shows up in bed, you'll never, never, never be unconfortable around her as your girl always asks for consent, even though she knows she has it. Later that night, she'd run a warm bath for the two of you and would give you the best massage.

E - Experiment - Are they eager to try new things in bed, or do they prefer more traditional love-making?

She rathers more traditional love-making, but she's always open to new things.

F - Film - Have they ever documented their bedroom activities?

Maybe once or twice, she wouldn't really mind, but she prefers being fully focused on you.

G - Gooey - Anything related to messier aspect of sex, including cum

You getting messy hair during sex puts her ONNNN, she thinks you look so hot.

H - Horny - How easily aroused that person is, and what drives them crazy?

Oh she gets horny so easily, just seeing you walking around the house in an oversized shirt and panties drives her crazy, also when you sit on her.🤭

I - Innuendo - How good is their dirty talk game?

She's amazing. "Swallow. All of it." "Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere." "It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off." "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

J - Jungle - How well groomed is their carpet, etc.?

She's shaved really well, she enjous the feeling of her skin being so soft.

K - Kiss - How are they skilled with their mouths? Tongue, or not? And how often do they kiss anything but lips?

You're getting kisses everywhere on your body. She just LOVES kissing you. And I think she's pretty talented, she knows how to make you whimper. Tongue just when the sex is rough.

L - Libido - How long can they go?

Her military experience made her have like infinite stamina, and her sexual desire is HIGHH, so she can last around 4 hours.

M - Moan - How vocal are they in the bedroom (or elsewhere)? Do they turn to mush, or keep up the talk?

I don't think she's too loud, she breathes heavely and short deep moans and whimpers.

N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there?

Maybe in a public restroom, but she rathers having sex in your home.

O - Oscar - Do they enjoy role-playing?

I feel that anytime she gets drunk, she's wild lmao, so maybe yeah, but just when she's dunk.

P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family?

HRT lowers fertility, so I don't think you guys have had any accidents, but if you aterted dating early in her transition, it could have happened that the condom broke, but she's always super careful.

Also, I think that she'd like to start a family maybe after 3-4 years of dating.

Q - Quirk - Does their love-making have any unique elements?

Maybe in the beggining of your relationship she wouldn't use her girldick, as it made her dysphoric, so instead of that, she'd put a strap on top of it and would fuck you with that.

Later though, she started to feel comfortable enough to use her princess wand.

R - Random - Any random fact about them.

I think she'd be into hair pulling. She loves to pull your hair while you give her a blowjob.

S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes?

C cup breasts and 6,5inches/16cm soft and 7,3inches/18cm hard.

Also, super marked abs due to all the workout and huge biceps (choke me pls)

T - Tempo - What’s their pacing like? Are they casual or more intimate?

Super intimate, she want to maek you feel loved and wanted, not lusted.

U - Urge - How often does the desire to have sex strike them? What happens then?

She can go with 3 around 3-4 days without having sex, if the last time took a long time, maybe a week. But that would lead to another rough love-making, this poor girl misses you a lot when you're at work.

V - Virginity - How was that person/these people’s first time?

I feel she would have sex with other partners before you, but it would have been before her transition. It probably was not too good, as she didn't feel like herself.

W - Wish - What’s one of their wildest fantasies?

She'd love you to give her a blowjob while she's asleep. She just loves the idea.

X - eXtra - Are they willing to bring extra people into the bedroom? And who that would be?

No. Just you and her. She's really insecure, so that would not help.

Y - Yoyo - What does their toy collection look like?

Nothing wild. Vibrators, straps, dildos or prostate massagers.

Z - Zoinks - Have they ever been caught/compromised? How did they react?

Maybe you would have been caught, but before you both even started. Probably someone came in as you were sitting on her with just underwear on. Before continuing she makes sure the bedroom's door is locked.

Also, she'd rather do it when no one's home, so you can be as loud as you want.

This poor poor girl loves hearing your moans.

[delicateperspective]

The End of an Era — And The Start of the Next

As expected, the dartboard saga came to a conclusion yesterday — and in a big way.

I’ve got a ton of messages waiting on this post, and honestly, I’m still getting my thoughts together. So this might be a little rough around the edges. But here’s one thing I know for sure:

If you’re a solo Louie who doesn’t believe in Larry — This account was not made for you.

Whether it’s some kind of insider, the guys themselves, a fan, or something else entirely, The Observer is intrinsically linked to the so-called “conspiracy.” You don’t drop this many references to Home, Walls, doors, ghosts, fish bowls, 28, 369, and coded lyrics by accident.

If you were hoping this ended in LT3, HS4, AFHF or anything business-related? There will need to be a major narrative shift for that to be the case.

As it stands, the account is too loud. Too coded. Too connected to both of them — and to each other — for this to fit into their current public image.

On March 28th 2025:

At 12:00 PM

Day 20: 12:00 The sun has risen on the final day of my journey home, but there’s no need to worry. Arrival isn't the end of our journey together, but rather a new door creaking open. I'll see you there. — The Observer

"A new door creaking open" This is a heavy one. Let’s talk about doors: March 25th: Zayn’s Mexico concert featured a door creaking open — a silhouette of himself behind it right before singing Night Changes for the first time in 10 years. Harry’s “You Are Home” campaign had every image appearing behind a cracked door. Louis' “Walls” video: A mysterious door in the desert has often been speculated to be symbolic of coming out. Harry’s first promo for his solo debut in 2017? A door opens. Harry’s House album cover had a door that matches Louis' real-life bedroom door.

A previous Observer tweet mentioned "no doors to guide" — maybe referencing how You Are Home gave us clues. This time? We’re stepping through without a guide.

Profile picture updates to a white 20.

At 8:20 PM

When the walls fall and the dust settles, voices whisper a message from the future: “It’s time. Keep faith. Let life in.” — The Observer

“Walls fall” → Louis’ Walls album and emotional barriers

“The future” → Faith in the Future

“Let life in” → Direct callback to Louis’ Oct 6, 2024 tweet:

"Only been off tour 2 minutes. The next record is going to be my best yet but need chance to let life in first."

We are being told — it’s time. More on this in the final thoughs.

The profile picture updates to a fully rendered dartboard — shading and all.

At 10:00 PM

Home? — An Observer

This is An Observer speaking — not The Observer.

At this time, the profile picture updates to a dart in the Triple 20 position — The exact same position as Louis' original dartboard post from January 2025.

At 10:10 PM:

Home. — The Observer

They are talking to each other. This is The Observer responding directly to An Observer.

Not a question anymore. Not a maybe. It’s a statement. A declaration.

And the profile picture updates to a dart in the bullseye — The exact same dartboard style as the Pleasing post.

At 10:23 PM (Five minuites after I told @tonix3 they were safe to take a shower and ended up very, very wrong):

Come in. Rest. It’s been a long journey. Tomorrow we begin anew. — The Observer

This is it. The final tweet of the countdown.

Not only is The Observer home — We are invited in.

And tomorrow? We begin again.

Final Thoughts

I started tracking The Observer just in case it turned out to be LT3 promo. Maybe a clever rollout, maybe a metaphor-heavy launch into something career-related. I thought it would be fun to follow, nothing more.

But it’s become more and more clear that this isn’t just about Louis. And it’s definitely not just about a new project.

This is connected to Larry—deeply, deliberately, and unapologetically. Whether it’s a fan, a friend, someone on the inside, or somehow something more, this account was not made for casual fans. It wasn’t made for solo Louies. It wasn’t made for anyone who believes this was just a band that broke up and went their separate ways.

And you know what? I didn’t think that was a bad thing.

Yes, we’re all tired of scams and fake insiders. We’ve been burned before. But The Observer has never claimed to be one of the boys. It’s not pretending to be Louis or Harry. It didn’t slide into DMs or leak personal info. It just… told a story. And it told it well.

The tweets were thoughtful. The visuals were layered. The references were researched and often educational. It connected dots across time, music, history, literature, and queerness in a way that made us think—made us remember. It was fun. It was emotional. And now it’s something more.

Because The Observer made a promise:

“It’s time.”

For a fandom that has waited 15 years, hoping for someday, that’s not a small thing to say. That’s not poetic. That’s heavy.

We’ve been through Belfast. Bullshit. Walls. The Syco escape. We’ve read into every silence and every lyric. We’ve hoped that this time was the time. And every time, we’ve been wrong.

So when someone says “It’s time,” it better mean something. Because if it doesn’t, this could be cruel. Hope is a powerful thing—but it cuts deep when it goes unfulfilled.

That said, we may never find out who’s behind this account. And honestly? That might be what makes it work.

Just like RBB/SBB, people have tried to debunk it again and again. They’ve said it’s not PR, not management, not friends. But they’ve never been able to prove it wasn’t Harry or Louis either. That’s what made it powerful. It lived in the in-between. It existed in that quiet, charged space where truth and metaphor blur.

If we never find out who ran The Observer, that silence will be louder than any confirmation.

Because maybe it was never about proof. Maybe it was always about the story. About the journey.

And now the dartboard is complete. The countdown is over. The door is open. We’ve been invited in.

But are they really home? Are we finally allowed to see what’s on the other side?

I don’t know.

“It’s time” is a big promise. One I want to believe—but I’m hesitant. There’s too much to undo. Too much to shift. Too much that would need to be prepared for it to work. For it to be safe. For it to end in anything other than disaster.

But if this really is the start of something… if this is the moment after all these years… then we’re not just at the end of a countdown. We’re standing at the edge of something new.

We’re watching. We’re listening. We’re ready.

Eyes wide open. Hearts wide open.

Because if they’re finally home—then maybe we are too.

What Happens Next?

I’ll be putting the next phase of this journey in a separate post.

Because if Day 20 was the end of the dartboard…

Then Day 21?

We begin anew.

The Observer (Observed)

Either someone is deep in the Lore or LT3 era has begun.

Edit: I guess I am going to turn this post into a masterpost of sorts. I go more into detail about what I think this might be here (hint: not Louis).

But for now just please play it safe:

Don’t give them personal information.

Don’t engage in DMs with them.

Keep a healthy skepticism.

TIMELINE:

Twitter user @FromTheObserver was created on March 9th 2025.

At the time it first tweeted, it's pfp was a lavender eye with the roman numberals for 369.

The bio was "Through the looking glass the observer watches, craving what is just beyond reach."

The cover image was the below (MORE ABOUT THIS ARTWORK AT THE END):

At 2:44 GMT PM its first tweet said:

"The silence is broken. At last I return. Did your faith in the future endure, or did it waiver in my absence? You have waited, perhaps doubted, but the silence was never empty. I am ever present, hidden just beyond the veil. -The Observer

At 4:55 PM The Observer tweeted again:

Have you forgotten me so soon? -The Observer

At 7:44 PM Louis' official account tweeeted:

India I had no idea what to expect but you turned up in full force. From Doncaster to Mumbai. Fucking mind blowing! Thank you!

People started digging. "The Observer" appeared in a list of songs someone found on the French Music Directory SACEM. They first tweeted this list on February 2nd 2025.

I was able to confirm the listing at this link.

It is important to note though, that this lists SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING FRANCE as a sub-publisher and Reservior, Big Life Songs, and Inconnu Editur as publishers.

If we compare this to an LT released song, SILVER TONGUES, that ALSO has Sony listed as the subpublisher. So that doesn't debunk this as a real possible upcoming song.

For those who were saying that since it's sony he wouldn't use it. It appears Sony still has some claws in him. But thats normal in the music industry. A SUB-PUBLISHER doesn't mean he has a Sony deal again. It just means that BMG might not have the reach he needs in France to distribute so they'd rather pay someone else to do it.

I'd also like to point out that I could not verify this or any of the other songs on any American or UK repository like BMI or ACE.

I feel really uncomfortable digging into potential songs of Louis' knowing how badly he doesn't like the tracklist leaked. So this will be my extent of my digging on THIS SUBJECT. (But please feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong or I am missing something)

On March 10th, 2025:

At 1:30 AM The Observer tweeted:

I told you… But did you listen? -The Observer

Louis followed Lolla India sometime before 10:19 AM (based on the HL Daily update)

LTHQ Posted a Tiktok of Louis' show at Eletric Brixton around 4:38 PM (based on the HL Daily update)

Louis posted a reel from his time in India at 7:25 PM

At 10:00 PM (20:00) The Observer posted:

Day 1, 20:00 It’s eerily quiet in the laboratory today. - The Observer

At the time of this tweet, their pfp was the same lavender eye. HOWEVER the 369 roman numerals were gone. Replaced by a 7 (Or maybe a 1?). (For information about Louis' connection to the number 7, see this masterpost by @so-idialed-9.

On March 11th, 2025:

Louis poasted a pictures and video for Soccer Aid at 9:13 AM

Louis followed Soccer Aid on Instagram at 10:53 AM

Louis liked a photo from Soccer Aid of his 28 jersey at 1:44 PM

At 10:00 PM (20:00) The Observer tweeted again:

Day 2, 20:00 Watching from the outside, I can only hope not to become one of them. Perhaps I already have… Is it too late for me? -The Observer

The pfp at this time replaced the 7 with a 2.

On March 12th, 2025:

At 3:12 PM The Obsever Tweeted:

Day 3, 15:12 How can I change what’s already been written? If the past is in permanent ink, can the future ever be a blank page? -The Observer

At this time the pfp updated to a red 3 at the bottom.

Around 4:00 PM CST Louis followed footballer Jermain Defoe on Insta.

Also on this day, a pretty TeRrIbLe article from The Standard dropped, essentially making fun of 28, Louis, and his fans.

We also get a "Rome Unseen" of Harry drinking coffee with a friend and yelling at stalkers trying to take his picture.

On March 13th, 2025:

At 3:12 PM The Observer tweeted:

Day 4, 15:15 Inhale. Exhale. Surrender to what’s beyond control. -The Observer

Pretty telling for a fandom that is crashing out over circumstances outside of anyones control.

The number in the pfp changes to a white 4 in the right hand corner.

Louis doesn't move on this day.

On March 14th, 2025:

At 6:20 AM The Observer tweeted:

The shadow consumes the light. A fleeting moment where past, present, and future collide. Do you see it? Observe. -The Observer

It is important to note that there was a Blood Moon Lunar eclipse that could be seen in London just before dawn. "Stargazers around the world caught the first sign of the lunar event, which began at 05:09 GMT, on a livestream run by LA's Griffith Observatory."

Note the nod to the Observatory, to shadow consuming light.

The pfp stays the white 4 during this tweet.

At 3:18 PM The Observer tweeted:

Day 5, 15:18 Across a million futures, one constant endures. -The Observer

Sound familiar? If you are a Larrie, it should. Mr. "souces say he has trouble with long term relationships" used a similar line in his "You Are Home" promo.

(personal opinion here. take with a grain of salt. this has confirmed for me that Louis has nothing to do with this account. This line was too loud when H tweeted it. It didn't fit any narrative. It wasn't even related to anything on the album. This and the "half way home" debacle were some of the craziest wtf is going on here moments in the You Are Home tweet saga. If this had anything to do with his work or career, Louis would stay far away from using lines this closely tied to Harry.)

The pfp updates to a white 5 (which really looks like an upside down 2)

At 6:00 PM LTHQ posted an IG reel from India.

On March 15th, 2025:

At 10:00 AM The Observer tweeted and immediately deleted:

"A true observer must always be watching. Blink, and you'll miss what matters most. 625 369 825 007 326 028 -The Observer"

369 and 28 are both intrinscly linked to Louis and can be found in the masterpost at the begining. 007 is typically a reference to James Bond which Harry is a favorite to perfom the next James Bond song or play him.

HOWEVER, 625, 825, and 326 could possibly be month/years. As in June 2025, August 2025, and March 2026.

Louis is playing in Soccer Aid on June 15th 2025. (THIS COMES INTO PLAY IN A FEW DAYS. Approximately 40% of the articles about Louis' new stunt involve his involvement in SoccerAid and how he will be on the team with his stunt's very recent ex.)

Should we be looking for August 2025 and March 2026 events as well?

At 9:45 PM The Observer tweeted:

"Day 6, Unkown Too quick to catch, too fleeting to frame in memory. But a true observer is always taking notes. -The Observer"

The pfp updated to a white 6 (at the three oclock position)

On March 16th, 2025:

We got two posts again this day.

At 9:30 AM The Observer tweeted:

Day 7, Unknown How did we end up here? -The Observer

The past two posts have stated that the time is "Unknown" instead of giving us UK time. Have we stopped tracking the time? Have we moved timezones?

The pfp updated to a white 7 at this time as in accordance with the dart board.

At 11:30 PM The Observer tweeted:

Silent? Silenced. Patience. Observe. -The Observer

The first part of this refers to an Oprah interview.

The implication is that someone has not CHOSEN to be silent. They've been made to be silent. However, if we - as the audience - are patient, we can observe what they cannot say.

The pfp updates now. There are no numbers. The pupil is smaller and we can see what appears to be eyelashes in the top right corner.

On March 17th, 2025:

We ge two posts again today. But it's what happens in between that makes it important.

At 8:25 PM The Observer tweets:

Day 8, 20:25 No key to turn, no doors to guide A journey taken, far and wide The walls unfamiliar, the roads unknown A wandering soul, yet not alone -The Observer

The pfp updates back to the original eye with a white 8. Which looks oddly like an infinity sign as the circles are elongated.

First thing to note is that were back on UK time. The second - your intepretation of this tweet will matter to how authentic you think this account is. For me - when I saw "no key to turn, no doors to open". I immediately thought of the tattoo Harry has on his ribs of a birdcage with no door. Next to his drama masks. Above the SMCL (smile more cry later?) tattoos. There isn't a keyhole nor a door to this closet. The "you are home" door is closed, it cannot be opened.

Yet the last line of the 28 word (if you include the signature) poem leaves us hopeful. Despite the distance, the walls, the unknown roads, there’s an undercurrent of connection

Then an hour and a half later at 10:00 PM on the dot The Sun gives us our very first confirmation article of Louis' new stunt. Which I will not speak about in depth on this post. If you want more info, my page is full of it, but I don't want to muddy this post with that.

At 11:55 PM we get another tweet from The Observer:

Fabricated fairytales, observed by all. -The Observer

The pfp does not change.

The "fabricated fairytales" is a line from Louis' She is Beauty, We Are World Class. (my intrepretation of that song is here if you're into that kind of thing.) This is in direct response to the stunt. It is not mincing words or leaving room for interpretation by the timing. It is saying "this is a fake romance and now the world is watching".

On March 18th, 2025:

At 8:35 PM The Observer tweets:

Day 9, 20:35 Nearly Halfway Home. A long journey, but well worth it. -The Observer

The pfp uppdates to a green 9 as per the dart board.

The tweet itself, needs lore to explain.

On April 1st 2022, Louis registered a song Halfway Home. This registration can still be confirmed here.

THEN on April 13th 2022 (two weeks later), the You Are Home account for Harry's House promo tweeted "half way home"

Home, as a concept, has always deeply tied to both Louis and Harry and both of them together. The lore goes deep, but a summary is here.

The capitalization of Halway and Home, directs us to the song name.

But if were intepreting, it's also telling us that there is a plan in place. And though its a long way out, we're nearly halfway there and it will be worth it in the end.

On March 19th, 2025:

At 2:28 PM The Observer tweets:

Day 10, 14:28 A fresh set of eyes, born from little white lies. -The Observer

The pfp changes to a white 10.

Little White Lies is a clear refrence to the One Direction song, Little White Lies.

Bare with my little larrie heart here (but since this account is obviously also a larrie I'd be suprised if you aren't too) but Louis is in the headlines more than hes been in a decade right now. The PR is PRing. There are a whole new set of eyes on him. All because he's selling the story of some "little white lies".

DARTBOARD THEORY AND UPDATES

At this point, to anyone who is paying attention, it's become clear that the numbers represent a dart board.

See the most recent overlay below:

There have been a lot of recent theories revolving around dart boards after Louis posted one while he was in New Orleans for the superbowl and then followed a darts player on Instagram.

As to keep this unbiased and not tied to further speculation, I won't comment on the connection around all of the other people in Louis' life that have posted pictures of dart boards recently (just know that his sisters, Pleasing, Lamby, Niall, and more have posted dart boards - usually with the dart in the triple 20 spot). HOWEVER, darts has always been popular in the UK and its growing in popularity with the younger crowd recently. It's entirely possible that Louis just loves a game of darts at the local, and his sisters' boyfriends do to, and he's watching competive darts lately (especially the first openly gay dart player who is super popular right now), and Pleasing thought somehow darts were Valentine's day imagery.

EXTRA STUFF & FINAL THOUGHTS

As mentioned by this Twitter user, the artwork is pretty well likely AI generated (plus a little Canva/Photoshop for the numbers). It has all the tell-tale signs of generative AI (wonkey lines, misproportions, etc).

Louis has entire teams of graphic designers plus Joshua Halling (who loves this skind of thing) in his back pocket. He wouldn't need AI for any of this.

At this point, The Observer is definitely an interesting mystery, but whether it’s something to pay attention to or just a fan-run account remains to be seen. The AI-generated images are a major red flag—it’s hard to imagine Louis or his team relying on AI when he has actual designers and photographers on hand. Even his more cryptic rollouts in the past have been visually polished and intentional.

That said, the timing of the tweets, the SACEM song listing, and the number symbolism do make it intriguing enough to keep an eye on. If this is a fan project, they’re clearly deep in the lore and know how to grab attention.

Key Takeaways:

Be cautious. If this is a fan messing around, engaging too seriously could be dangerous to your online safety.

Don’t assume it’s official.

It's probably not connected and Louis probably knows nothing about it. If it is somehow connected it will become obvious soon. If it's not (way more likely), it’ll probably fade out like other fandom mysteries before it.

For now? I’m just observing The Observer. 👀

[cheezb6llz]

If you’re willing, I’d love to spoil Movie!Shadow with all the best things. Maybe just a full spa day for him after his crash down to earth. Of course, I’d definitely gaslight him into thinking bath bombs are real explosives to keep things interesting 😈

I hope you’re having a good day/night/time even if you don’t do my request. Thank you

SPA DAY!!!

MOVIE! SHADOW X READER

WHEW THIS IS KINDA LONG.. this was so adorable though i love it!congrats on first non yandere request LMAO written with human reader in mind, def more on the platonic side!!

—————

Shadow had been glaring at you for the past 5 minutes. His arms were crossed, muscles were tense, and that usual scowl was still plastered on his face. The only thing that made it entertaining was the white towel draped over his shoulders, showing his clear reluctant participation in today’s plan.

“I don’t see the point of this.” He muttered while eyeing the steaming hot bath like it was some sort of enemy trap. “This is a waste of time.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a nice swirly purple and white bath bomb you had recently picked up from the store. “Oh please, lighten up! You’ve been through a lot, you deserve a little relaxation.”

Shadow scoffed, but didn’t exactly protest as you held the bath bomb in your hand. You inspected it before a brilliant idea stuck you.

You looked over at him, eyes wide with mocking seriousness.

“Okay, so this thing.. This thing is dangerous.”

That got his attention. His ears twitched as he turned to face you fully. “..Dangerous?”

You nodded, lowering your voice like you were sharing top-secret government documents. “Yeah, you drop this in the water, and BOOM! explosion.” You dramatically gestured an explosion with your hands.

Shadow’s whole body tensed, his eyes darted between the bath bomb and the tub, analyzing the situation like he was preparing for battle. His fingers twitched like he was debating if he should snatch it from your hands and toss it out the window.

But before he could react, you threw the bath bomb straight into the water.

Shadow flinched. His legs bent like he was about to bolt, arms slightly suspended in the air, quills bristling. But instead of some fiery explosion, the bomb fizzed and swirled in the water, releasing a cloud of color and the soothing scent of vanilla and lavender.

You slowly turned to look at him, trying your absolute HARDEST not to laugh. He looked shocked at first, but then his eyes narrowed as he turned to look at you.

“…You tricked me.”

That was it. You lost it. You clutched your stomach as you laughed uncontrollably, leaning forward a bit. “Oh my god, your face! I should’ve recorded that!”

Shadow scowled, crossing his arms again and looking away, murmuring something about ‘idiotic distractions’ or something. But you didn’t miss the way his quills slowly settled and how he hadn’t stormed out yet.. He was actually tolerating this.

After recovering from your laughing fit, you turned back to Shadow, who was staring at the tub as if it had personally offended him. The bath bomb had fully dissolved, leaving the water a soft shade of purple and covering the surface of the water with a layer of foam.

You placed a hand on your hip. “You are getting in.”

“I don’t-“

“Get. In.”

You stared him down, meeting his same level of intensity. Eventually, he sharply exhaled, muttering something under his breath before he stepped towards the bath.

“I loathe this.” He said, slowly sinking himself into the water. He immediately stiffened up.

“Relax, it’s just water.” You stepped closer, grabbing a washcloth.

Shadow shot you a glare, but slooooowly eased into the warmth of the water. His rigid posture loosened as he placed his hands at the bottom of the tub.

You kneeled down at the side of the tub, dipping the washcloth in the water and squirting some body wash onto it. “Alright buddy, lets get you cleaned up.. Wait, should I be using body wash or shampoo for this? Ehh, whatever.”

You said, pressing the washcloth up against his shoulder and gently rubbing it up and down his arm, trying your best to be careful around sore spots. Up close, you could really see how much he’d been through. Scrapes and bruises littered his entire body from the crash.

“..You aren’t used to letting people take care of you, huh?”

You asked, softly running the cloth down his back.

Shadow huffed, barely opening his eyes. “I can take care of myself.”

“Uh-huh.. And yet, here you are..” You dipped the cloth in the water again before reaching for his quills, he flinched. “Hey, quit moving, I’m trying to wash your hair- er- quills- whatever.”

He sighed but allowed it, tilting his head back for you to work. Once you finished, you grabbed a nearby facial mask, one of those cooling gel sheet masks. “Okay, last step, face mask time!”

Shadow snapped out of his relaxed state, eyes sharpening. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh come on-!”

“No.”

“You survived a fall from space, but a face mask is too much for you?”

He watched as you peeled the face mask out of its packaging and carefully went to place it over his face, but the SECOND it touched his skin- nope. He ripped it off his face, tossing it aside.

“That is disgusting.”

You sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

“Hmph.”

Well, that was the closest you were going to get to a “thank you.”

—

Once shadow was washed up and dried off, you guided him over to sit on a low stool in front of you. His fur and quills were still a bit damp, and you could tell he was this close to bolting when he sensed what was coming next.

“You aren’t leaving until I brush you out.” You declared, holding a wide tooth comb in your hand like it was a weapon.

Shadow tensed. “I can handle it myself.”

“Sure you can, but will you? Probably not.” You plopped down behind him before bringing the comb to the thickest parts of his fur. “Just let me do this, okay? You’ll feel better.”

Shadow sighed but didn’t move, and that was good enough for you.

You started slow, brushing through his fur carefully with long and gentle strokes. His shoulders were still tense, but as you worked, you felt him gradually relax. You ran your fingers through his quills, detangling them a bit.

He was softer than you expected. You’d assumed his quills would be coarse and stiff, but once they were damp they had a sleekness to them. His fur, especially around his neck, shoulders and chest was thick but smooth under your fingers.

“Seeeee? Not so bad, huh?” You said as you brushed through the last stubborn knot.

You still couldn’t believe he was actually letting you do this.

You switched to a softer brush and worked through the shorter fur on his arms and back. His breathing evened out as the tension in his muscles fully unwinded. Soon enough, his eyes closed and he slightly tilted his head forward.

You almost gasped. Was he actually enjoying this??

You decided to test it. You ran your fingers along the back of his neck, gently scratching at the base of his quills.

He visibly shivered.

You bit back a grin. “Ohh, so this is the weak spot?”

His eyes immediately snapped open, he turned to glare at you, ears flattening a bit in embarrassment. “Enough-!”

You held up your hands, laughing. “Okay, okay! No more!”

Shadow crossed his arms and looked away.

Still grinning, you pat his shoulder. “See, Shadow? Now you’re all clean, brushed out, and relaxed. Admit it, it was nice.”

Shadow hesitantly answered. “It was.. Tolerable.”

But the flick of his ear and the fact that he didn’t run away completely told you it was way more than that. And that was great.

—

HES SO CUTE AHHHH

[mariasont]

not exactly vacation material

hotch reluctantly admits he doesn't know how to vacation, and you're determined to help.

pairing: aaron hotchner x sweetheart!reader warnings: fem!reader, flangst, hotch opening up just a smidge prompt: here wc: 1.1k

“I still can’t believe Garcia actually dragged Rossi into a psychic reading booth.” Your voice trails off into a bubbly, disbelieving giggle.

Beside you, Hotch makes a sound of amusement that you secretly cherish way more than you probably should. The team had practically sprinted in different directions the second you got to the boardwalk, and somehow, you’d found yourself gravitating toward Hotch.

Or maybe he’d gravitated toward you. 

Either way, both of you quickly (and silently, always silently) established that sugary clouds of cotton candy and sketchy predictions about love and wealth weren’t exactly your thing.

Or rather, they were absolutely your thing, just not in front of Hotch. You just couldn't really bear the thought of him watching you get sugar-coated fingertips and a strawberry-stained tongue.

And you certainly weren't about to have a stranger peer into your future and hint knowingly at your absurd crush on your boss.

No, some vulnerabilities aren't meant to be shared, so instead you're here — strolling side-by-side, sneaking careful glances at his profile glowing in the quickly dying sunlight, pretending your heart isn’t beating double-time whenever your elbows brush.

It's not helping, though, that Hotch seems distant tonight — not cold, of course, he could never be cold — but thoughtful in that deeply, faraway way of his. It’s the kind of quietness that makes your fingers itch to smooth out whatever’s creasing his brow.

But that would be inappropriate, so you opt for nudging his shoulder lightly, hoping it feels playful instead of anxious. 

“You know, if you’re secretly dying to witness Morgan on the Ferris wheel, we still have time to turn back,” you say, smiling up at him through your lashes, “Or,” you pause, suddenly feeling emboldened, “we could talk about what’s bothering you. No pressure, though. This is a totally judgment-free walk.”

There’s a pause, and then Hotch looks at you in a way that nearly sends you face-first into the wooden boards beneath your feet. You really need to invest in coordination lessons if you’re going to keep hanging around him like this. 

Golden hour has never felt more cruelly intentional, spilling liquid gold across his features that blur every hard line you wanted to smooth away, turning them into something irresistibly gentle.

You do your best not to openly gawk.

“I’m just —” he begins cautiously, as though the words aren’t quite fitting right in his mouth, “not used to vacations, or downtime, really. Feels a bit foreign to me.”

It’s not every day that Aaron Hotchner actually admits he’s uncomfortable, and the blunt honesty hits you with enough force to knock you sideways.

Almost.

Your first instinct is to lean into gentle reassurance, maybe even squeeze his hand or say something profoundly comforting, but you’re fairly certain that might send him sprinting back to emotional lockdown at record speed.

So, you pivot, smiling instead.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you tease. “Hotch, I’ve seen you triple-check the Airbnb reservations and wake up at six a.m. just to get a good spot on the beach. You're basically the poster boy for dad-on-vacation.” Your grin broadens. “All you’re missing is the Hawaiian shirt and socks with sandals.”

You earn a laugh from him, and your heart practically cartwheels in triumph. Excessive, yes, but entirely justified. 

Hotch glances sideways at you. “I’ll have to draw the line at socks with sandals.”

“So, the Hawaiian shirt still has potential. Very interesting development.”

The silence that follows is gentle, akin to the warm breeze threading through your hair. It’s comfortable. Peaceful without trying too hard.

Your shoulders brush occasionally — definitely accidental, obviously innocent, totally nothing worth overthinking (though you’re already doing exactly that) — but then it’s his arm brushing yours again. One might be an accident. Twice feels a little more intentional.

You both politely pretend not to notice.

Then your fingers collide, a hesitant meeting of fingertips. This time, neither of you pretend. You let them stay.

“Do you travel much?”

His question interrupts your quiet contemplation, startling you enough to nearly pull your fingers away, but you don’t. Instead, you lift your eyebrows, pretending shock at the very idea.

"Vacation? Bold of you to assume I'm allowed days off. I've got this super serious boss who frowns upon relaxation. Maybe you've met him?"

He shoots you a knowing look that melts your defenses, pulling a soft, almost shy laugh from your throat.

"Okay, okay, yeah, I traveled a lot growing up," you admit. “My parents were always off somewhere fancy for conferences or vacations. Figured if I didn't travel to them, I'd probably forget what they looked like.”

You regret the accidental seriousness the instant the words leave your mouth, feeling Hotch’s fingers gently retreat from yours. It's subtle, barely there — but enough to remind you of who you're talking to.

He knows your father, after all, and you’ve just inadvertently thrown the age difference (and everything complicated about this) right back in his face.

“Suddenly, your fixation on the thread count of the house’s sheets makes a lot more sense,” Hotch says, dry humor tugging lightly at the corner of his mouth, one eyebrow arching gently upward.

Yet your sharp eyes catch the subtle tightening of his jaw, the almost imperceptible stiffening — a clear indication your mention of family grazed a sensitive spot.

It’s a tiny sign that maybe you’ve stepped a little closer to a line he wasn’t ready to cross.

"Okay," you say, laughing a bit to cover the awkward flutter of nerves still dancing in your chest., "I'm sensing some judgment here, but for your information, my so-called fixation didn't stop me from backpacking through Europe and willingly sleeping on sheets that probably hadn’t been washed since the previous decade." You pause, looking to him. “You know, I actually think you’d really enjoy Europe.”

“I’ve been,” he replies, eyes distant and thoughtful in a way that has you holding your breath. “But only for endless hotel-to-meeting-room cycles.” He hesitates before adding, “Honestly, I wish I’d made time for real vacations earlier. Feels like I missed a lot of chances to just... slow down.”

Your mind stumbles a little, suddenly alert. It’s a small admission, so small anyone else might overlook it, but you know better. Because you know what he’s hinting at. You’re careful not to react too obviously.

“You've got plenty of time to catch up,” you reassure, “Honestly, anyone who packs extra sunscreen just in case already understands the basics of vacation-mode better than they think. Just gotta lean into it.”

Hotch chuckles quietly, tension easing from his posture as he catches your eyes. “I’m not sure packing extra sunscreen counts as vacation expertise, but I appreciate your generous interpretation.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply, letting your voice hang somewhere between playful and sincere.

For a moment the comfortable quiet returns, filled only by your shared footsteps. You're aware of every tiny touch — accidental, intentional, completely uncertain — and wonder briefly, a little hopefully, if Rossi's psychic could predict what would happen next.

Probably not, but it's nice to pretend.

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[wannabanauthor]

Remember on Buck and Tommy’s first date when Buck was so nervous that Tommy said “Well, then I guess it’s just me that makes you nervous.”

And Buck blushed and gulped.

I feel like he had never been properly courted until he met Tommy.

Because Tommy is a gentleman through and through, and Buck must have loved being cared for by someone for the first time.

I don’t know all the details of all his previous relationships, but I do remember Abby using him to make herself feel better, and I’ve seen summaries of his other relationships and they don’t seem like they cared for him as much as Tommy does.

Maybe that’s why he took the breakup so hard, besides the obvious heartbreak. He had finally found someone who treated him like a priority, who liked all his weird traits with some boundaries in place.

And then Tommy ended things when Buck was ready to move to next stage.

They complement each other well, and Tommy can keep up with him in the bedroom easily. Tommy got fucked six ways to Sunday, and still got up early to go buy groceries and cook them up for Buck while Buck slept in. This was even after their breakup.

I wonder if it’s part of Tommy’s aftercare routine. Of course Buck fell hard for Tommy (hard literally and figuratively 😈).

Who wouldn’t love to fuck for hours then get fed afterwards?

I hope Buck and people in real life know that this is where your standards should be when it comes to dating. Partners take care of each other and show affection. You always deserve to have someone who makes you happy, whether platonic or romantic. You all deserve the best.

[domxmarvel]

I’d let you guess 

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

'Y/N likes boys but she knows I’d hit it'

Billie had changed the lyrics during one of her shows,you were her friend for years and despite you being straight you were shipped together. The lyric change was all over social media,the clip of her singing it was going viral. The next show she repeated it again,she would do that at every show with a smirk on her face. She never said anything to you about it directly,but it was clear she hoped you’d say something back. And you wouldn't just take it,you joined her as a surprise guest for her next show. Singing with her until that line. At this point everyone was going off, the fans screaming and yelling, her own heart was pounding out of her own chest. She looked right at you,biting her lip.

"Y/N likes boys but she knows I’d hit it" she smirked at you as she sang those words. You lifted your own mic.

"Billie knows I'm straight but she knows I'd let her hit" The crowd gasped and went silent for a second as you said that,but swiftly went crazy while Billie slowly turned to look at you with her mouth open. As the song ended, the two of you walked off of the stage and she quickly pushed you up against a wall out of eye sight from everyone. You froze up,not expecting her to do this. She smirked and put her hand up against the wall next to your head

“What was that back there?” she said in a low voice.

"What? You can't keep saying that about me and not expect me to stay quiet"

“Well I didn’t think you’d be so confident about saying that” she said while keeping a smirk on her face as she looked at you.

"Well you surprised me when you said it first,so I figured now we're even"

“I guess we are,” she said as she moved even closer to you, barely any space apart now. “But I have to admit, I really liked it when you said that” she said as she got closer to your ear, her breath faintly hitting your ear. This was far from over and both of you knew it.

It only took a few hours before the moment had gone viral,with various people talking about it,re-posting it with different captions.

”Billie trying to hint at Y/N. it’s obvious the two have something going on off stage”

”How Billie kept biting her lip throughout the song. She obviously knew what she was doing”

"Y/N coming out as bisexual by saying that is the best thing I’ve ever seen"

"Y/N definitely has to be bisexual after she said that" But people were quick to point out that you never actually came out and maybe to not jump to conclusions. 

“It’s probably all just a publicity stunt”

“Just because they were standing close on stage doesn’t mean that they’re in love”

“I doubt Y/N is bisexual,she’s just Billie’s friend”

“Guys maybe we shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions, they’re just best friends” Shows continued and Billie kept using the line about you,changing it up very slightly. 

"Y/N is straight but everyone knows she’d switch teams for me"

"Y/N likes boys but knows I’m much better"

"Y/N is straight but I know she secretly wants me"

"Y/N likes boys but I think I could change that" The changes only drove the ship further,it was all everyone was talking about, some comments saying you were 100% dating and that you were in fact gay, some saying that it’s all for attention, and some just saying that they ship it. You decided to join her for the last four shows. She changed the line ever so slightly every time,tonight it was.

"Y/N is straight but everyone knows it won't last" she sang with a smirk on her face, her hand gripping the microphone tightly.

"Billie knows I like boys,but she does it better" The whole crowd erupted in yelling and screaming after you said that, the look on Billie’s face was almost unreadable but she seemed impressed at that line. The next night it was another line.

"Y/N likes men, but she knows I do it best” she said with a smirk on her face

"Billie thinks I'm straight but I'd sit on that face" You knew this one was a bit further that the rest but you were getting close to the end of the tour so you amped it up. The crowd went absolutely insane when you said that and the look on Billie’s face showed that she was shocked and amazed, her cheeks were also a bit redder than usual. And that line caused quite a stir all over the internet. 

"Y/N IS 100% BI, NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE"

"I CAN'T EVEN TELL IF THEY'RE DATING OR NOT AT THIS POINT, THAT LINE WAS SO DIRTY"

"THAT LINE REALLY JUST CHANGED EVERYTHING"

"I have no idea if Y/N is straight anymore, that line changed everything"

"Oh my god that line literally almost killed me"

"SHE REALLY SAID THAT IN FRONT OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE-"

"Guys she literally said she'd sit on Billie's face!!"

"SHE LEGITIMATELY SAID THAT ON STAGE IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE AND BILLIE'S FACE WAS RED"

Even Billie had to say something about that line,after the show she found you backstage and said to you.

"I really liked that line from you" she said as she smirked at you

"Figured you would,amping it up for the last three shows" There were two more shows.

"Well it definitely worked" she said while smirking, her cheeks still a bit pink from the line. "I’ll probably have to top that for the next show" And the next show her line was.

"Y/N likes boys but wants me more" she sang out, her eyes looking right at you.

"Billie thinks I like boys but knows I'd let her hit til the sunrise" Billie’s face went bright red and her hand gripping the microphone was white as a ghost,her knuckles gripping it tight. You put your arm on her side,pulling her in to whisper. "How about one more?"

"Y-yeah" she whispers back, her cheeks going darker if that was even possible. "Y/N likes men but wants me more" she sang, her confidence showing.

"Billie knows I'm straight but I'd let her hit,front and back" The crowd absolutely lost it after that line, she could barely hear herself from all the yelling and screaming, her gaze not leaving yours as you smirked at her. She surprisingly went again.

"Y/N likes boys but she wants me more" she sang more confidently, not daring to look away from you.

"Billie thinks I like boys,but I prefer her hands around my throat" you smirked,knowing it would rile up the crowd which it did. The crowd absolutely went insane, screaming, squealing, yelling your names, and the look on her face was an obvious mix of shock and admiration. "Billie thinks I'm straight,but I'd let her pick my underwear" you referenced it back to the actual song. The crowd was literally losing it as you said that, the look on her face was a mix of shock and almost disbelief, but there was something else in her eyes and you could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Y/n like men but she'd be all mine" she sang, her gaze not leaving yours as she smirked at you.

"Billie thinks I like men but I'd let her take me any time" 

As usual the lines were quickly going viral,the comments flooding in. People commented,mostly about the back and forth between you. The lines you had said driving them crazy.

"The 'Billie thinks I'm straight,but I'd let her pick my underwear' is absolutely crazy"

"Guys 'front and back' front and back???"

"She said she'd let Billie 'hit till the sunrise' she's definitely not straight"

"Y/N's lines😭😭"

"They said it so many times."

"They added multiple lines,I'm so jealous of everyone at that show" 

Everyone was also wondering what the last one would be,what could possibly top this. The last show arrived and every second was spent waiting for that critical moment. The crowd was filled with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the two of you to take the stage, eager to see what would happen during the last show. Billie smirked,confident that she had something good.

"Y/N likes boys but she'd rather have me" she said while winking at you.

"Billie thinks I'm straight,no I'm not" you said louder,it wasn't the dirty line she was used to but you had just come out on stage. "Billie knows I'm not straight but I'm all hers" You looked at Billie,seeing if she wanted to do a back and forth like the previous show. She looked right back at you, the smirk on her face growing as she nodded, signaling that she wanted to do a back and forth once again

"Y/N likes men, but she's mine tonight" she sang, the line making many in the crowed start to freak out, the back and forth between the two of you becoming a huge hit with the fans

"Billie knows I like women,but I'm her girl"

"Y/N knows I'm better, but she loves the chase" She sang, her confidence only increasing with each word, her cheeks still slightly red as she looked at you

"Billie knows I want it,want it all day all night" Billie's cheeks had gone deeper red and she looked at you, she knew she had to think of something even more insane to top that. 

"Y/N wants me, but I want her even more" She sang out, biting her lip as she finished the line, knowing many fans would lose it, and they did. You knew your last line would be a bigger reveal than when you came out a few minutes ago,it would change things. Reveal things you kept hidden,things you were ready to finally tell. 

"Billie knows I like women,but I love her" Billie simply stood there in shock, frozen in place as she stared at you, her cheeks now completely red. The whole crowd went dead silent after you sang that, you could hear a pin drop for a few seconds before the crowd erupted in cheers. She stood there in shock, her brain completely unable to process what you had just said. She knew it would change everything, her feelings and yours, but that's what she wanted, and she had a feeling that you wanted it too. You moved closer to her,leaning to whisper. "I love you" She looked up at you,wide eyes until she finally spoke.

"I love you too,but I’m so making you pay for those lines”

“Looking forward to it” 

[writesvani]

dear me | 05

lawyer! jungkook x privatechef! reader

SUMMARY: Once upon a time, Jungkook and you were everything. Best friends who shared every moment, every secret—except one: you were in love with him. But life changed. High school ended, real life began, and slowly, you drifted apart, the distance between you growing too wide to cross.

The end. Except it isn't.

One day, after a long day at work, you open your email to find a message from 13 years ago—written by your younger self. A letter you’d forgotten, sent by a service you paid to remind you of your youth, your love for him. As the emails keep on coming and you keep reading, the flood of memories hits you, and you realize something heartbreaking: you never stopped loving him.

But now, it’s too late. Jungkook is about to marry someone else. Or is he?

estranged childhood best friends-to-friends-to-lovers?

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter): unrequited love, misunderstandings, unresolved feelings, angst, smoking, alcohol consumption, crying, feelings of abandonment, longing, emotional breakdown, strained friendships

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— previous chapter // next chapter (pending...)

wc: 3,3k // date: 1st of April 2025

CHAPTER FIVE — Us & immaturity; happy reading my gummies...

AN: listen, i literally CRIED like a baby writing this. like, what even is this? wtf did i just write? i’m literally breaking my own heart over here. like if i could step into this fic, i’d kick myself in the shins for writing this, but also hug myself because this is perfect??

anyways, new goal for the next chapter is 400 notes because y'all insane gummies reached the last goal in LESS THAN 48 HOURS and it made me question both my eyesight (like am i seeing this right? did i accidentally write 250 comments myself?) and my sanity. love you all, but also, what have i done to my brain? anyways, enjoy, i guess? and please, if you ever see me sobbing while writing, don’t call the authorities.

also, i’m AWARE that this chapter is shorter, BUT IT NEEDS TO BE OKAY? don’t question it. next chapter is a 7-8k word BEAST, so i hope that fuels your souls and prepares you for the emotional disaster that’s coming. you’re welcome (or maybe you’re not?).

Alex is the kind of person who makes you question your life choices—whether it’s with his sharp words or the shots he keeps sliding across the bar, it really doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re fucked.

The world around you is a hazy swirl of reds, yellows, and blues, the neon lights of The House bleeding together in your vision like an abstract painting you’re too drunk to interpret. The music pulses through your bones, a steady thrum in your ears, but all you can focus on is the lightness of the glass in your hand and the way your mind feels just a little too hazy.

After the absolute disaster that was the “Jungkook proposed to you” fiasco, Alex,the absolute mastermind he is, in his infinite wisdom, decided to make it up to you all the only way he knows how—by getting every single one of you completely, utterly shit-faced.

Yoongi didn’t want to drink anything besides beer—refusal might be the better word for it—but Alex, being the sly fox that he is, somehow convinced (read: manipulated) him into going for whiskey. That alone would’ve been fine, but now, poor Yoongi has somehow ended up steaming his throat with a hellish mix of tequila, vodka, and Red Bull. And the boy is drooling.

He’s slouched over the bar, hair a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, hands awkwardly propping up his cheeks like they’re the only thing holding him upright. Nina isn’t faring any better—downing shot after shot with the same reckless determination, her twin brother’s misery mirroring her own.

Jungkook, in all his supposed glory, decided to steer clear of the weird mixes. Instead, the genius opted for Devil’s Ice Tea. Nuh uh. The cocktail is made of seven different liquors, and it’s absolutely wrecking him. His fingers twitch against the bar, his hand slipping every so often, forehead softly bumping against the surface in a slow, pathetic rhythm.

You’re no better than the rest of them. Your head is practically glued to the bar like a stain that refuses to be wiped away, the alcohol swirling in your system making it impossible to lift yourself up. You try—desperately—to pry your eyes open, to do something. But everything is hazy.

Somewhere in the background, you hear Alex yell, "One more round, on the house!" (quite literally), and somehow—somehow—Yoongi and Nina manage to cheer in response, following him with the same weird enthusiasm.

When you somehow succeed in fluttering your eyelashes open, your vision is still swimming, unfocused. But then—there. A pair of eyes. Watching. Reading. Observing.

Jungkook is looking at you.

His face mirrors yours—cheek pressed against the bar, eyes heavy-lidded from exhaustion and alcohol. But unlike you, he’s turned directly towards you, fully absorbed, gaze unwavering.

Somewhere deep inside, the rational part of you is screaming. Move. Turn away. Say something. But the alcohol coursing through your veins is a bitch. And the bitch screams back. No. Stare.

So you do.

“Hey.” His voice is barely a whisper, but even through the daze, you catch the way his irises flicker, searching. For what, you don’t know.

“Hey,” you answer, lips tugging into a lazy half-smile.

Silence.

The world keeps moving around you. Yoongi and Nina are cackling at something—probably something stupid. Glasses clink. Cheers erupt. Alex slides fresh drinks in front of you both, the sound of glass meeting wood barely registering. But through it all, there’s one thing you feel the most.

The weight of Jungkook’s stare. The slow, rhythmic pounding of your heartbeat—against your ribs, in your ears, in your throat.

He murmurs something.

You don’t catch it. Not when the new band has decided to bless the entire bar with ear-shattering music that will surely leave you half-deaf for the next decade.

But then—he says it again.

“Missed you.” His speech is slurred, but the words cut clean through the noise, sharp and certain.

For a second, it feels like you’re twelve again. Like he’s telling you a secret—one that isn’t meant to be spoken aloud anytime besides this very moment.

Your brain struggles to catch up, to formulate a proper response. “Mm,” you manage, blinking sluggishly. “Did you?”

Jungkook swallows. “Yeah.” A pause. “A lot.”

And there it is.

You exhale.

“I missed you too, you know.”

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Jungkook sings, his voice climbing a few octaves higher than before, yet still quiet—just for you.

Your brows twitch. The movement sends a dull throb through your skull, but the alcohol numbs it, drowning the sensation in warmth. "Huh?" Your words come slow, heavy on your tongue. "You calling me a liar?"

"Mhm." His cheeks puff slightly, lips curling into a teasing grin. "I am."

"Well, I'm literally not lying."

"Uh-huh. Suuure."

Your groan is exaggerated, exasperated, as you tilt your head back against the bar. "What's wrong with you?" You shift, sitting up, ignoring the way your spine protests. The weight of intoxication drags at your limbs—and so does the way Jungkook is looking at you.

You reach for the shot Alex placed in front of you, the liquid burning as it slides down your throat. Jungkook watches, then follows suit, but instead of a shot, he takes a slow sip of his cocktail, lets it linger, destroying his senses sip by sip.

"Nothing," he muses, swirling his straw between his fingers. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just said I missed you too."

"I caught that," Jungkook says, voice smooth, laced with something unreadable. "I just said I don’t believe you."

Your gaze narrows. "And why is that, Mr. I’m so different from everyone else I just had to get a different drink?"

Jungkook smirks, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek before he leans in slightly, eyes dark.

"Because you don’t care.”

Something inside you twists, claws its way up your ribs, settles in the hollow of your chest. You blink.

You don’t care?

The audacity. The sheer recklessness of those words, slicing through the air like they aren’t flaying you open, one heartstring at a time.

You don’t care?

Your lungs seize. Your eyes scan him, searching, dissecting. Looking for the punchline, the telltale glint of a joke, anything to soften the blade he’s just shoved between your ribs. But there’s nothing. No teasing curve to his lips, no flicker of mischief in his stare. Just honesty. A brutal, unwavering honesty that makes your stomach churn.

Your fingers twitch. The craving sets in—a familiar itch crawling under your skin, something to settle your nerves. Your hand moves on instinct, sliding into your pocket. Relief washes over you as your fingers trace the shape of the pack. Thank God.

“I’m going for a smoke,” you mutter, ignoring his words entirely. You push yourself off the stool, movements sluggish, dizzy. You don’t wait for a response. You just flee.

You burst through the doors, the air outside slicing against your skin. The rain has left the walls damp, and when you lean against one, the cold seeps through your clothes, but you don’t care.

The cigarette is between your lips in seconds, fingers shaking as you light it. The first inhale drags the tension from your body, slowing your pulse, dulling the edges of the night.

It doesn’t work.

Your heart still pounds like a trapped bird. Your fingers still tremble.

"Didn’t know you still smoke."

The voice behind you is low, cutting through the night like a blade. You jump, nearly choking on the next inhale.

“You don’t?” you shoot back, your voice sharper than you intended.

"Not anymore," he mutters, his footsteps cutting through the quiet. He comes to a stop beside you, leaning back against the wet wall as well.

You glance at him, cigarette between your fingers. "When’d you quit?"

"A while ago. Senior year of college, I think."

"Huh. Had no idea."

Jungkook scoffs. "Yeah, well... not like you know a lot about me anymore."

Your jaw tightens. "Gee, I wonder whose fault that is."

"Me too," Jungkook shoots back, voice edged with something sharp. "Because it sure as hell isn’t mine."

You turn to face him fully now, narrowing your eyes. "Are you accusing me of something?"

He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "God forbid."

"No, you definitely are." You take a slow drag of your cigarette, exhaling through your nose. "Why’d you even follow me out here, Jungkook?"

He hesitates, then sighs. "Because I wanted to talk."

You scoff. "Well, you’ve got a funny way of talking"

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Can you not be so damn immature for once?"

Now, that actually makes you laugh. "Wait, I’m the immature one?" You take a step closer, tilting your head. "You’re the one playing games, dancing around whatever the hell you actually want to say."

He ignores you. Completely. Like you never even spoke.

"You know, those things will kill you one day," he mutters, eyes flicking to the cigarette you’re holding.

"Oh no, a girl has hobbies," you deadpan, taking another drag.

"Smoking isn’t a hobby. It’s a death wish."

You huff out a laugh. "Then I guess it’s a lifestyle choice."

"A shitty one."

"One I prefer," you bite back, exhaling smoke. "Now quit stalling and just say what you wanted to say."

A second passes. Then another. It stretches, lingers, turns wild between you—until finally, he speaks.

"Why’d you stop calling?"

His words hit harder than they should, threading through your pulse, setting your nerves on edge.

Your forehead creases. "What?"

"When we—when I... Why didn’t you ever call me?" His voice is quieter this time, uncertain.

You stare at him, lips parting, but nothing comes out.

"Because you stopped, Kook." His nickname rolls off your tongue, but it feels foreign now—like you’re not sure if you still have the right to use it.

Something flickers across his face, the way you use his nickname stirs something in his chest. He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. "I felt like I was the only one trying, you know?" His gaze stays locked somewhere past your shoulder, like looking at you would be too much. "So I stopped. I wanted to see if you’d reach out. If you’d call, text—anything." His jaw tenses. "But you didn’t."

The heaviness of his words settles in your chest, pressing down, making you feel smaller, like the air around you is closing in.

"I thought you moved on," you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper. "With your life. Your new friends. College. I didn’t think I fit into your world anymore.”

Jungkook feels like someone’s been feeding him stones, each one sinking deeper into his gut. His limbs feel heavy—partly from the alcohol, partly from how close you’re standing, and partly because, for the first time, he wonders if he really did ruin everything.

He never saw it that way. Never thought you felt like a burden. Never imagined you thought you didn’t fit into his life anymore. Because if there was one thing he used to be sure of, it was that the two of you fit together effortlessly. A twin flame, or whatever those TikTok gurus call it nowadays.

"There was always a place for you in my life," he says, fingers twitching at his sides. Unsure if he should reach for you. If touching you would make this easier or worse. "You always belonged, you know."

You exhale sharply, moving your head just enough to meet his eyes. "I didn’t feel that way."

Something in his chest tightens.

"You were always busy, Kook. Always studying, or out drinking, or with people I didn’t know, or with Nina. And whenever we did talk, it felt like we had nothing in common anymore. Like I was just… annoying you."

Jungkook blinks, stunned. "Yeah? Well, I felt like a dumb kid next to you. You had a real job, real connections, a boss and everything. And every time we talked, I—I don’t know. It felt like you were dreading it. Like you’d rather be asleep than deal with me."

He lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Like I was the one bugging you.”

"You weren’t bugging me," you say, but your voice is fragile, stretching into a slight pitch. You know this feeling. And you hate it.

Because you know what’s coming.

"The best part of my day was talking to you," you whisper, and it feels like a confession, like something torn straight from your ribs.

Your eyes burn. You try to fight it, to hold back the flood, to keep yourself from breaking open in front of him. But the weight of it all crashes into you, relentless. The tears come anyway. First, a slight sting at the corners of your eyes, then a single drop. Then another. And then they pour, slipping down your face, soaking into the frizzy air between you.

You hate this. Hate that you’re standing here, unraveling in front of him, hate that after everything, he can still crumble you to pieces.

You swipe at the tears with the sleeve of your jacket, desperate to make them disappear, to pretend like you’re still the person who can walk away from this.

Jungkook moves before you can stop him, closing the space between you in a heartbeat. His arms wrap around you, and fuck, you let him.

You don’t resist. You don’t even hesitate. You just fall.

And he catches you like he always used to.

His scent—jasmine and cinnamon, tangled in something unmistakably him—fills your lungs, and it hurts. It hurts because it’s familiar, because it reminds you of all the nights you stayed up talking until the sun rose, of laughter shared through phone screens before everything went down, of a time when none of this was broken.

How did you let it get this bad? How did you let so much slip away?

"Shh, don’t cry," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair, his voice so unbearably gentle that it only makes you cry harder. His arms tighten around you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You squeeze your eyes shut, a sob escaping your lips.

Your cigarette slips from your fingers, hitting the pavement with a quiet hiss.

"I'm sorry," you choke out, the words slipping through the cries that shake your entire body. "I’m so sorry."

Jungkook holds you tighter, and you can feel it—how hard he’s clenching his jaw, how his breath stutters against the top of your head. He’s trying so hard to keep it together, but you know him. You know he's on the edge of crumbling just like you are.

"I should’ve tried harder," you whisper, your voice cracking under the harsh truth of everything you lost.

"No," he says, and it comes out rough, like it's been ripped from somewhere deep inside him. "I shouldn’t have made you feel like you didn’t belong. I never—never—wanted to lose you."

Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, desperate, like holding on to him could somehow rewind time, undo all the ways you let each other slip away.

"It’s not your fault," you say, collapsing further into him, into the warmth of his arms.

"It’s not yours either," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a breath. But you can hear it—the break in his tone, the pain he’s trying to swallow down.

You squeeze your eyes shut, because if you look at him now, if you see him hurting the way you are, you’ll fall apart completely.

And somehow, at the exact same moment, the reality crashes into both of you—life altering, soul shattering, devastating in its simplicity.

It’s no one’s fault.

It was never about blame.

Life had happened, pulled you apart, twisted and bent you in different directions until the distance between you became something neither of you knew how to close. And instead of fighting against the current, you let it carry you away from each other.

Jungkook exhales a breath, then lets out a short, bitter laugh. “We’re so fucking dumb.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding back too much for too long.

A small, fragile smile tugs at your lips, barely holding against everything playing out on your chest. “Stupid dumb,” you agree, your arms flexing around his body, holding him tighter, as if that could somehow undo all the lost years.

He’s so warm—the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones, settles beneath your skin, and makes a home there. The kind of warmth you’ve longed for in silence, in the dead of too many lonely nights.

And still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

You want to paint this moment into eternity. Let the imprint of his arms linger on your skin, write it onto the walls of your heart so you’ll never lose it again. You want to stay in it, fold yourself into this closeness and never have to remember what it felt like to be without it.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

Jungkook inhales deeply. His nose brushes against your temple, his arms pulling you in like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. He lets you stay like that, buried beneath his embrace.

Lets you linger in his arms the way you’ve lingered in his heart for a lifetime.

"Me too. Too much," you admit. God, this isn’t enough. It will never be enough. You want to be underneath his skin, stitched into him by invisible threads that ensure you’ll never lose him again. That this is forever. It has to be.

When you finally pull apart, you’re breathless—like he’s taken something from you, stolen the air from your lungs along with the warmth of his touch. You stare at him, like he’s a shrine you’ve been praying to daily, like he holds every answer you’ve ever searched for.

"So," you cough out, cheeks still wet, voice laced with awkwardness. You don’t know what to say anymore.

"So," he exhales, stuffing his hands into his pockets like they’re the only thing keeping him from reaching for you again.

"What’s new, Kook?" you chuckle, forcing lightness into your voice, the remnants of his embrace still clinging to your skin.

"Well for starters, I'm getting married," he says, voice airy, head tilting to the side like he’s studying you, waiting for your reaction.

You laugh. Instinctively. Reflexively. Because what else is there to do? Because, finally, he is the one saying those words to you, not that stupid, perfect envelope sitting in the drawer of your desk.

"Congrats, best friend."

"Thank you, best friend," he echoes, smiling, oblivious—or maybe pretending to be.

He pauses. Hesitates. Then, "And I have a request to make," he adds, voice still so light, so casual, so goddamn unaware of what he’s about to do to you.

"I want you to be my best man—or best woman, whatever."

The moment shatters.

Oh.

Oh.

Your breath catches in your throat. You blink, once, twice, waiting for the words to make sense, to rearrange themselves into something less cruel.

But they don’t.

Jungkook is still standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, waiting—like he didn’t just hand you the sharpest knife and ask you to draw a smile with it.

You swallow, forcing down the lump in your throat.

"Yeah," you murmur, barely recognizing your own voice. "Of course. I'd be honored.”

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Soulmates

GN!Reader x John Price

I decided to take on a 2 week challange that may or may not extent to a month, we will see. I will be posting everyday, a new story with a prompt I will get for that day

Day 1: Soulmate AU with price

The transfer papers felt heavier in Y/n’s hands than they should have. Another team. Another shot at something new. Or maybe just another disappointment. They had lost count of how many units they’d been a part of, how many times they packed up their things, hoping—just hoping—that maybe this time, they’d find them.

Their soulmate.

It was supposed to be simple, wasn’t it? Everyone had a mark on their wrist, a unique birthmark shared with exactly one other person in the world. Some found theirs as kids, some during training, some on the battlefield. It was a quiet promise that somewhere, someone was meant to stand by your side. To have your back. To be yours.

Y/n had watched teammates uncover their marks, compare them with wide eyes and relieved laughter, or even just a resigned nod—acceptance, in whatever form it came. They had seen teammates transferred out, reassigned to be with their soulmates in more stable roles, as if the universe itself made accommodations for them. And Y/n had watched their own hands, fingers tracing over the fabric that always covered their wrist. Because they had tried. Again and again. And every time they pulled back their sleeve to reveal their mark, it was met with shaking heads, uncomfortable glances.

No match here.

They learned to keep it hidden. To stop hoping. To keep their head down and just do their damn job. Because if they weren’t going to find their soulmate, then at least they could be something. Someone useful. Someone worth keeping around.

But hope was a stubborn thing.

As they stepped into the new base, duffle slung over one shoulder, they forced themselves to keep their expression neutral. A new team meant new rules, new dynamics to navigate. This one, though… this one was different. Task Force 141 wasn’t just another unit—they were legends. And their captain? Even more so.

John Price had a reputation. Strict, tactical, one of the best leaders in the field. But more than that, he didn’t give a damn about soulmates.

That was why Y/n was here.

No one else had taken them in. The moment command saw them bouncing between teams, the questions started. The concerns. They weren’t unreliable—far from it—but no one wanted to deal with the wildcard that couldn’t find their place. Except Price. He had barely glanced at their file before stamping the approval.

“We need soldiers, not fairytales,” was all he’d said.

So here they were, standing in front of the man himself as he gave them a once-over, sharp blue eyes unreadable. “You’ve been with a lot of teams,” Price noted, flipping through their papers before looking back up. “Hoping to settle down here?”

Y/n swallowed, fingers tightening around the strap of their bag. “Yes, sir.”

Price hummed, as if considering them, before he nodded. “Good. Get settled. Briefing’s at 0600.”

And that was it. No questions, no hesitation. Like their past didn’t matter. Like they weren’t some broken puzzle piece that couldn’t fit anywhere else.

For the first time in a long time, they let themselves breathe. But they still didn’t roll up their sleeve.

The barracks were quiet when Y/n stepped inside, the dim glow of overhead lights casting long shadows across the room. A few bunks were already occupied—Ghost’s unmistakable silhouette leaned against the wall, reading something on his tablet, while Soap sat cross-legged on his bed, meticulously cleaning a pistol.

“New recruit,” Soap greeted, his Scottish accent warm but assessing. “Heard Price finally took in the stray.”

Y/n hesitated for only a second before setting their bag down. “Guess that makes me lucky.”

Soap grinned. “That depends. You know how to hold your own?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Ghost snorted softly but didn’t look up. Soap just chuckled, approving. “Good answer.”

Y/n busied themselves unpacking, careful to keep their left sleeve tugged down. The weight of their hidden mark was familiar now, a quiet reminder pressed against their skin. No match here. No match anywhere. And yet, despite themselves, they wondered. Hoped.

Price had taken them in without a second thought, had given them a chance when no one else would. But that didn’t mean he’d accept what was under their sleeve. What if he saw it and regretted bringing them in? What if the mark meant nothing to him?

What if… he had the same one?

The next morning came quickly. 0600 sharp, Y/n stood in the briefing room alongside the rest of the team. Price stood at the head of the table, arms crossed as a mission map flickered to life on the screen behind him.

“Welcome to the real work,” Price started, voice steady and sure. “You were brought in because we need soldiers who don’t hesitate. Who don’t break under pressure.”

Y/n kept their posture rigid, hands clasped behind their back, but their mind kept drifting—to the heat of their wrist, the way their mark had felt warmer since stepping into this base. It was in their head, surely. Just nerves.

The briefing continued—high-value target, extraction details, tactical formations. They focused, absorbing every word. This was their chance. No distractions. No wishful thinking.

Except as the team started to disperse, Price walked past them, close enough that their shoulders nearly brushed. And in that split second, their mark burned.

Y/n inhaled sharply, fingers twitching toward their sleeve before they caught themselves. No. No, no, no. Not here. Not now.

They risked a glance at Price, but the captain was already moving, rolling out his shoulders as he addressed Ghost and Soap. If he had felt anything, he didn’t show it. His face was locked in that familiar, unreadable mask, as though nothing was amiss.

But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling. Their wrist still burned, an insistent, unsettling heat that wouldn’t let up. They forced themselves to breathe, to focus, but the pull was undeniable. There was something wrong with this—something they couldn’t quite put their finger on.

It wasn’t until the room started to empty that Price turned his head slightly, catching their eye. For a brief moment, it was like the world stopped—his gaze was sharp, measuring. The kind of look a leader gives when he senses something’s off, even if he doesn’t know what.

Y/n stiffened, heart racing. Did he know? Was there something in their face that gave it away? Were they acting too nervous?

Price took a step toward them, but instead of speaking, he simply looked down at their wrist—his eyes lingering there for the briefest of seconds before shifting back up to meet their gaze.

“You alright?” His voice was low, steady, but there was an edge to it now. It was the kind of question soldiers ask each other when they can sense something’s wrong, but they’re not sure how to call it.

For a moment, Y/n froze, the weight of his gaze anchoring them in place. They could barely remember how to speak.

“I’m fine, sir,” they managed to say, voice coming out sharper than intended.

Price’s expression didn’t shift. “Just checking.” He nodded curtly, then turned and walked away.

Y/n watched him go, the burning in their wrist still there, hot and unmistakable.

Their heart thudded painfully in their chest. This was going to be a problem.

The mission was supposed to be straightforward. Secure the target, get in, get out. But of course, it never worked out that easily. They’d been on the ground for hours, in the thick of it, and the intensity of the situation had only made the heat in Y/n’s wrist worse. Every time Price got too close, the burning sensation surged, like it was pulling them in deeper, threatening to consume them if they didn’t do something about it.

It had been growing all day, relentless, but Y/n had no time to deal with it—not now. They’d seen Price moving with calculated precision, shouting orders, coordinating the team like a well-oiled machine. The mark on their wrist flared each time the captain came near, but they couldn’t stop focusing on the mission.

That is, until the ambush happened.

One moment, everything was under control. The next, gunfire rang out from every direction. Chaos exploded, and the team fell into position, trying to regroup. Y/n’s heart hammered in their chest as they moved to take cover behind a nearby crate. Their breath was shallow, pulse racing—not just from the firefight, but from the burning on their wrist.

There was no time to process what was happening. Just instinct. They scanned the battlefield, searching for their teammates, when their eyes locked with Price’s across the chaos.

In that instant, the mark flared.

It wasn’t just a flash of heat anymore. It was a wave of warmth that surged up their arm, up into their chest, making their heart beat faster. Their breath caught in their throat, and for a second, they forgot to breathe.

Price had felt it too. He froze, his sharp gaze snapping toward them. There was a moment of quiet between the chaos, something unspoken passing between them. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second—just long enough for Y/n to see it.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

His hand went to his wrist instinctively. The same burn, the same heat, the same undeniable sensation was coursing through him, too.

It was the mark.

Their mark.

A shift passed between them—an unspoken understanding. And for the first time since joining the team, Y/n didn’t feel like they were alone. They weren’t the only one who had been living with that burning, nagging sensation. Price had it too. He’d been feeling it all along, just like they had.

But the battlefield wasn’t the place for this. Not now. Price had to keep moving. He called out, his voice cutting through the noise. “Get to cover! Now!”

Without a second thought, Y/n sprang into action, adrenaline coursing through their veins. But the mark was still there, still hot, still alive. The connection between them was undeniable, and now it was impossible to ignore.

Later, when the firefight had died down and the adrenaline began to fade, Price found them, alone, just outside the temporary base they’d set up for the night. They were sitting by themselves, hands clenched tightly together, trying to steady their breathing.

Price didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching them, taking a moment to let the weight of the situation settle in. The air between them was thick with tension, neither knowing exactly how to navigate this new truth.

Y/n lifted their head, finally meeting his gaze, but they couldn’t bring themselves to speak. What could they say? How could they explain that the mark—this connection—had been there all along, but neither of them had ever acknowledged it? That all this time, when they felt that burning sensation, it had been coming from him?

Price broke the silence first. His voice was rough, hoarse from the mission and something else—something heavier. “That was you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

Y/n nodded, swallowing hard.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Price’s tone wasn’t angry, but there was a trace of something raw in his voice. Something like frustration. Or maybe confusion.

“I… I didn’t know how,” they confessed. “I thought… I thought it was just me. That it didn’t mean anything.”

“Same here,” Price admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But today, I—” He stopped himself, as if trying to find the right words. His eyes flicked to their wrist, then back to their face. “It’s the mark, isn’t it?”

Y/n nodded again, their chest tight. “Yeah. It’s been burning every time you’re close, but I never thought it would be you.”

“And now?” Price asked, his gaze never leaving them.

“Now I know it’s you,” they said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Price took a step closer, his presence a steady weight beside them. He didn’t touch them—not yet—but there was something in the way he stood, something that told Y/n he understood. That he wasn’t going to walk away from this. That the connection between them—this bond—wasn’t something they could ignore.

“I don’t know what this means,” Price said quietly, his voice low and intense. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Neither were they.

Y/n looked down at their wrist, feeling the heat slowly beginning to subside, but the connection was still there. It was still undeniable. And somehow, the weight of everything that had happened, everything that was now shifting between them, felt both terrifying and comforting at the same time.

This wasn’t just a coincidence anymore. It wasn’t just a mark on their skin.

It was them. Together.

And they were ready to face whatever came next.

[sglossmin]

MUSE | MYG pt. 2

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You’re here for an appointment for therapy and he’s your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader —> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?) Change povs, I think you guys will be interested hehe

Warnings: talks about mental and death…erm lemme know if you found any disturbing heh

Word count: dunno

A/N: Here's the part 2 guys!!! Thanks for liking the first part!! As I said it's my first time doing this and it already feels soooo great. I hope I won't disappoint anyone:<< Thank you for reading!! (I pulled all nighters last night to finish the first part ngl. I only read it twice, it seemed fine but anyways, tell me if I'm lacking or u don't understand something!) Also, I really don't know if psychologists work like this heh. Happy reading!

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Part 1 read here^^

His voice ringed in my ears.

Exactly...He was right.

Jeon Y/n, what happened?

I shook my head and nervously chuckling away my thoughts. Can I do this with a doctor? Should I just keep on hiding away my thoughts? Isn't the reason I paid to be here was so I can let myself sink in my emotions and thoughts without drowning?

With him across me, his hazel eyes looking with such concern, how can I?

By the time I heard the name of the doctor, I knew it was too familiar. Yet, I shrugged it off thinking there's thousands of people who has the same name.

I was wrong.

Clearing my throat, I looked at everywhere but him.

"Maybe it was the fatigue. I had a lot of different clients in a while, some of them were really just.." I hissed, also half chuckling—if that's even a thing.

Why am I always like this? Why do I keep on lighting up the mood instead of diving deeper?

Was I afraid to drown?

No.

I'm afraid that while drowning, no one would even bother to save me.

"You had a hard time dealing with clients?" Yoongi asked as he tilt his head writing down every words of mine.

This scene felt too familiar. I didn't even realized that I let out a snort, he looked at me with a frown.

I let out a nervous chuckle before clearing myself, "Don't get me wrong. It's just, I met a couple of journalists already, and...well... you look like one. I mean, I know it's just part of the procedure. I just really have a crack in my head."

Yoongi's eyes widen. "You had a head fracture? Why didn't you tell me? Since when did it happen and why-"

I cut him off by shaking my hands off , "N-no...no, it's not like that. It was uh... a joke. Sorry." I bit my lip.

Gosh, this is embarrassing.

He sighed and nodded. "That's good to know."

The session continued. We talked about how some coping mechanism that can help me reduce my anxiety. Yoongi also said that it'd be great if I can tell him what triggered me to feel this way.

"Right... I haven't told him."

I remember while munching the tangerines I bought last time. It was late at night and I was finishing the landscape my daughter's client wanted. It was a rather fantasy-looking painting. Like in those manhwas. They paid me big time for this, I should at least do my best if I wanna retire early. My back ached for having a hunched position for a long time.

"I should've paid to go to yoga classes instead of therapy..." I yawned.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a car sound. Someone just parked their car probably since it seemed like the engine went off.

"Who's visiting me at this hour- Wait, right. Someone lives across me who actually drives now."

Too used on having the old Kim's as the neighbor, I forgot.

My phone rang and I sighed as soon as I saw the caller's ID.

"Yes? What do I owe the pleasure of having my sweet, lovely, sexy manager Park to call me late at this hour? Another plagiarism?'' My voice full of intent of sarcasm made me imagine my manager roll his eyes.

A few seconds of silence before he answered. "Are you okay?"

What? The crap this dumbass talking about.

"Still alive... yeah"

It wasn't really weird for him to ask me that since other than being coworkers, we're also friends. The weird thing is, calling me late at night just to check me up.

Receiving a text message saying, "Don't catch cold, keep warm" or "Make sure you eat." even at late at night, understandable, but calling? Not a Jimin thing.

"I got a report that you went to a mental clinic." His voice were laced of concern.

"Oh that, I was just, uh... Heard there was a free mental check up, so why not grab it?"

Even with just a phone call, I can already feel his intense glare toward me.

"Don't lie. I already checked the clinic. They don't have stuffs like that. Tell me why you're there, Jeon Y/n"

Shit. He called me by my full name. He's the worst when he's mad.

Should I tell him? But I swear, he'll just gonna bomb me with tons of questions. He might even pull off the client's demand. Gonna force me to take the time off. Care for me like a sick victorian child.

Taking a time off is the least thing I need right now. With these drawings, I can have a peaceful mind once in a while. Not caring or thinking about anything in the world, just focused on making a masterpiece someone would love.

I cleared my throat, I knew Jimin was just concerned about me, which made me feel even more bad. "I was just... visiting an old friend."

"Really, huh?" He spit, obviously not believing me.

"A schoolmate of mine works there. He's a doctor there."

Jimin sighed. "You know Y/n, you can tell me anything. I'm not just your manager-"

"But a close friend. Yeah yeah, I know that. I always thank you for being that. But don't worry. I'm fineeee. Get your good night sleep and call Mr Jung and tell him the artwork is done, okay?"

He told me once again how he cares before he hangs up.

Realizing that I've been just staying in the house for too long, an idea came up to my pretty head.

"Should I play with Jungkook tomorrow?"

I called Jungkook last night and he agreed. We're going to play badminton early in the morning before I go to my appointment with Mr Jung.

The sun is about to rise yet Jungkook is nowhere to be found. I waited for him in the playground in the neighborhood. Called him multiple times yet he didn't answer. I held the racket in my fist.

"Whoa...is he getting back at me since I didn't showed up for lunch last time?" I clicked my tongue and was about to go home till I heard someone call me.

"Ms Jeon!"

I turned my head towards the voice. It was Yoongi, he was slightly covered in sweat. Seems like he's been running for some quite time. Never thought he's a morning person.

He ran towards me with a smile. What a scenery...

"You're playing?" He asked, looking at the racket in my hand.

We played for a while. The sound of each other's laugh filled the playground. After multiple times of out scoring him, we sat down. Panting and drenched with sweat. Smile in our faces never seem to leave.

"Still good as ever." He said as he gulped down the water. "Too bad, you lost back then cause you don't know how to serve," he chuckled. His precious gummy smile flashing at me.

"You remembered?"

Spring 2011

Sports week.

The time where all of the students are completely engaged in a school activity.

We had basketball, volleyball, table tennis, cheer dance, pageant, badminton, and a lot of other stuffs really. It is the only time in the year where students can show off their talents.

D-1

I never really though Min Yoongi was an athletic type. He's slim and so pale, he doesn't look like he goes out in their house at all.

But here I am, squealing and cheering over him, along side with the other thousands of students.

Yeah, well, what can I say? A lot of people want to cheer him.

He probably didn't even notice that I was in the crowd, chanting his name as if it'll help.

"GO MIN YOONGI!!! TAKE THOSE FUCKERS DOWN!"

"Young lady! Such a fowl language." The old teacher clicked her tongue.

I bowed and apologize.

"Here, carry these files for me and let's go to the guidance."

"P-pardon?" I gape at her and she just gave me a stack of paper and walked away. I followed and went with her.

Right after I finished writing 'I'm sorry, I won't curse anymore' in a three page yellow paper, back to back, their game was finished.

"They were literally lifting him up. And everyone was chanting his name." Chae said as she munched down my food. "Too bad you weren't able to see it."

I sighed. "It's fine. It's not like he'll notice." I sulked at my chair like a child.

"But he was frowning. Seems like annoyed or something. Like he doesn't even care that they won."

Why is he scowling when they won?

"So what day are you playing again?" Sana changed the subject.

"Day 3..." I even lost my appetite to the point I just let Chae eat my food. "I only participated because they'll give us additional grade, so the game doesn't really matter. I can lose in the first round and I wouldn't care"

Sitting up straight, I had an idea, "You know what? I'll lose in the first round, in that way I wouldn't have to work that hard."

"But wouldn't it be nice if you'll win? I mean... Neko won the championship..." Chae said. What a great way to ruin a foolproof plan.

But she has a point.

And it's stupid.

"He probably won't watch it. He'd rather stay in their classroom. Neko have always been like that." I snort.

That night, I wondered, what it feels like to have Min Yoongi to cheer for me?

D-3

There wasn't really much crowd during our game, which wasn't a surprise. During sport fest, the first and the last day only matters. Unless the players were the teachers. Seeing them play with the risk of slipping, their arthritis aching, big bellies bouncing, oh it is fun to watch. Especially when you root for the nicest teacher to win and talk shit behind when the most hated teacher comes in.

A fun time to enjoy ourselves before the school year comes to an end.

"Go Y/n!"

I glared at some of my friends as they shouted my name.

Why are they making such a big deal out of this? Tsk.

A small grin tugged my lips as the game is about to start. Do I love the attention and support they're giving me? Maybe... Will I admit it? When a dog grows its wing, perhaps.

The opponent served and I swiftly hit it back. I didn't hit it with much force but it went high and far, but still close enough to be counted as my point. In my defense, the shuttlecock landed perfectly on my racket that's why with even a less force, it bounced back that far.

One point for me, great.

I smirked, feeling a little bit of accomplishment.

It's my time to serve. The time threw the shuttlecock at the air, a teacher called in.

"You can't serve like that, dear. You're playing badminton, not tennis." The teacher chuckled and made me do it again.

I really hate this kind of serve.

I did it the way it was supposed to be in the first place, hitting the shuttlecock, it still bounce back nicely. As I was about to hit it again, I caught a glimpse of him. My strike went too hard the it was considered out.

"Why is he here?" I mumbled while I unknowingly pout. Just slightly.

Jeon Y/n, he studies here and you don't own the school.

As if he heard my thoughts, our eyes met. His lips went slightly upward.

He's smiling at me- Oh... the bastard is smirking.

As if he knew his effect on me, he looked at me, almost mockingly.

Chaeyoung was right. I'll win this thing so I can remove that idiot's oddly hot smirk.

I focused on the game even more that I won every round till I made it to the championship. Even if one of us lose, it'll be titled as second.

But I've been a second my whole life...

Time to turn the tables now.

Suprisingly, Yoongi watched the whole match. It did something in my stomach. Not in a diarrhea nor stomach ache thing, but you know, those birds in the stomach? Is that it?

Whatever it's called, I'm sure that's what I'm feeling right now.

I have to win this.

The last match started, even if there'll be times my serve didn't even surpass the net, I surely make sure that I'll get to hit it just right when I receive it. Our score's gap isn't that big, yet a two score points is still a hindrance for me.

I was panting so heavily, my body drenched in sweat...one score, that's all she need to win, and for me to lose.

Focus on the shuttlecock.

Hit it.

Run.

You have to win.

While blocking the opponent's strike, I went too fast... I tripped.

I sighed. Even if I didn't trip, I already lost. I tried to hit it too fast, had an imbalance position, and tripped. It was already bound to happen.

My friends and teachers ran towards me. All of them were worried, even my opponent went to me.

I laughed. It wasn't even serious. Slowly, my body felt fatigue. Losing its adrenaline, I just sat. I smiled at them saying I was fine. Physically, yes. But emotionally? I want to cry.

It was stupid and immature, I knew that. Yet I couldn't help but feel that aching feeling. By the time I stood up, he was nowhere to be seen.

"You didn't even bother to check up on me." I scrunched up my nose as I glared at him playfully.

"So you were looking for me?" He teased.

I gape at him, loss at words. "Well- It's-Uh-"

"Holding a grudge on me now, huh?" Yoongi teased even more. Grinning ear to ear as he made fun out of me.

Spring 2011 (MYG POV)

D-1

Ugh... Sports week.

Annoying crowd, annoying noises, annoying games- Hold. I actually like playing. I just don't really like the unnecessary stuffs.

Playing basketball might be the only thing I like in this school. Academics aren't that important if you're hardworking and trustworthy person.

She's really crazy.

I don't even have to look who it is. Hearing her cheer my name really gave me a boost of adrenaline.

I smirked without even realizing.

Guess I have to win this thing.

Our game continued, having a big gap already with the opposing team.

"GO MIN YOONGI!!! TAKE THOSE FUCKERS DOWN!"

I chuckled as I heard her shout that. Shooting another score, the crowd went wild.

It wasn't even the halftime yet I couldn't hear her anymore. The game goes on without her cheer. I searched the crowd, nowhere.

In the end, even after we won, all my eyes could do was search for her. Thank God, the guys lifted me up so I get to search for her even better.

Still. Nowhere.

She didn't even watch the whole game. Pfft.

Passing by in the hallway, I heard two students talking a few steps ahead of me about someone was brought in the guidance.

"Yeah, it was so funny. The girl beside me was like 'Go Min Yoongi! Take those fuckers down!' Then that known veteran strict teacher heard her and she was straight sent to the guidance." The girl laughed as she told it to her friend.

She was sent to the guidance?

I burst out laughing, making the two to look at me weirdly. Not caring in any ways, I laughed my ass out in the hallway.

It gave me a bit of an embarrassment, but I'll handle it later.

D-3

She plays sports too? Let's see how good you are, Jeon Y/n.

I smirked as our eyes met. Sitting down in one of the bench, I watched her play.

She's good. Too good actually. But I never saw her name in the official players list back then, so I supposed she's not a player. But with her playing like this? She can definitely.

I noticed how all her shots were almost perfect but when it comes to serving... Does she not know how to serve?

The game was becoming more intense as the time goes on. She was two score behind her opponent. With her expressions and body language, I can feel the...desperation? Even if she lose this round, she'll still earn a silver medal. But why was she gazing at her opponent like a lion ready to attack its prey.

A loud thud echoed in the court.

Was it the sound when she fell?

Or

Was it my heart dropping at the sight of her?

My eyes widened, everyone surrounded her as she fell. Even if I go right now to her, I wouldn't be any help.

Instead, I ran towards the clinic to get any medication that would help and brought an ice cold water for her. I did it as fast as I could. By the time I came back, no one was there. Only the teachers who were setting the place for the next game.

"Where is she? The girl who fell while playing?" I panted, pleading at the teacher's eyes to give me an answer.

"She's fine, child. She went back in her classroom already. No sign of any injuries." The teacher smiled reassuringly at him.

I sighed right as I heard that. I ran my fingers through my hair, looking at the things that I've bought.

I must've been crazy. She's making me crazy.

Yoongi and I talked about random stuffs as we walked back to our house. We had a bit of catching up with what's been going through our lives.

"You seem to ask a lot about me? It's not even our session yet."

He chuckled as he shook his head. "I wasn't being your doctor right now. I'm trying to be..."

A friend?

"a good neighbor." he smiled at me.

I don't know why but I felt my heart cracked. If not a patient, a neighbor. I guess that all we will ever be is like that. Not that I expect us to be something now that we reunited.

That would be stupid, right?

I chuckled, pretending as if his words didn't broke me.

"I see, you didn't even grew taller."

My head snapped at him. Gaping at him, I let out an airy chuckle. "Wow, as if you grew any taller, Mr Min. You were also the same height as you were in high school."

Yoongi huffed, putting his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. "I grew a centimeter tall," he mumbled. Loud enough for me to hear.

I never thought I'll get to see this side of him. Sulky and pouty. My heart skipped a beat. The ones that I used to feel back then when we younger. Due to the cold weather, his cheeks had a slight tint of pink.

I didn't even realize I stared at him for too long until he cleared his throat. I looked away, feeling like a child who got caught doing something forbidden.

"Have you...eaten?" he asked without even taking a glance at me.

He's asking me to eat with him??

I felt a kaleidoscope went wild in my stomach. My cheeks heated up as my whole body felt a wave of adrenaline. That feeling when you ate tons of sugar that won't make you sleep for a week.

I composed my self through clearing my throat, "No... have you?"

"Yeah! I found a breakfast diner just a few minutes walk away from here," he exclaimed. "Whoa, this neighborhood might be the best I've ever been. Have you tried there? Cause if not, you're missing out their specialties."

My head dropped, "Are you talking about Mr Juanito's diner?"

Yoongi nodded in response. His child-like grin never left his face.

If only looks could kill, he'd be a goner. My hands will snap his neck, burn his body near the forest-

"But I feel hungry now actually. I ran through half of the neighborhood then we played... Do you eat home cook dishes?" My train of thoughts stopped when he spoke. His head was slightly tilted as he looks at me.

This time, I didn't get my hopes up. He'll practically tell me how good he cooks or I should cook for myself. If only he's not that cute, I'll probably...probably...

Ugh! This isn't fair! He looks too cute for his own good.

I frowned, my thoughts were getting too heated that I couldn't even hide it. "Sometimes, when I'm not too busy." I tried to say it as calm as I could.

But my face has its own subtitle.

"Hm...then, would you want to eat with me? I'll cook, don't worry." Yoongi flashed me one of his sweet but shy smile. :]

I stopped my tracks making him stop too. I blinked—processing his words slowly.

"Ah, you don't have to if you have something to do. I proposed in case you're hungry-"

"Let's eat." I cut him off. Still feeling strange about him, I mustered all my courage just to say those two words. I couldn't believe that after almost ten years, he still has the same effect to me.

A/N: okay... uh, I said I'll post this yesterday right..? heh Sorry, got busy. There'll be part 3 T^T Sorry guys if it's such a SLOWWW FCKING BURRNNN LIKE?? WHY YOONGI'S LIKE THIS T_T T_T T_T While writing this, I also felt the second hand embarrassment, and yeah...kinda giggle lmaoooo. Hope u guys won't resent me for posting a day later. I thought of finishing the whole story in pt 2 but it would take too long to write and I want you to guys to have something to read. This was supposed to be a short story, but while writing, i felt like this could lead into something more. So i just wanna build up the tension for now since it's been 10 years since they last met, it would feel unnatural for them to fall and shii right away, right? Maybe I'll end it in pt3? or...pt4 maybe?

[kosmicdream]

Character’s thoughts of each other. I did this for FFAK before long in the past, but I thought i might do it now with NRD! this is updated for the end of chapter 8 (which we're basically almost at the end anyway, so there's no spoilers..) but if you haven't read up until that point, there will be. I was going to also add more minor/side characters, but there's not too much I can say without spoiling so I have omitted them and just focused on the main cast and their other selves. enjoy

Outside!Kamila -> Outside!Welt

Has finally realized his feelings for him, even though it was almost too late! He’s just grateful that he’s alive and that alone will help carry him through all the pain. To him, nothing is worth losing Welt for.

Outside!Welt -> Outside!Kamila

He truly did not anticipate how much Kamila was willing to sacrifice for his sake. Part of him always believed that maybe Kamila resented him for all that has happened, which might have been partly true in the start of things. While he was dying, he also felt it might just be best to let himself go after failing to protect his children, but now he understands he cannot abandon Kamila and is willing to try to keep going for his sake.

Outside!Kamila -> Gaueko

He is scared of him but cannot lie that he’s curious too. Kamila hoped that he would just kill him that night on the cliff, but regrets even thinking that way now. At the time being, he isn’t thinking of Gaueko at all. 

Gaueko -> Outside!Kamila

He has watched Kamila for a long time, even without realizing it. Of course, he’s another aspect of Kamila so he is drawn to him as any other part would, but for now has tried to keep his distance because it feels “unfair” to rip him away from Welt yet again when they do seem very happy together. 

Gaueko -> Inside!Kamila

Gaueko sure put on a big show of saying how much he wouldn’t get too attached to a random stranger, but its already too late. He’s fallen so deeply for Kamila that he almost sees this as his last chance of happiness. However, he’s already done terrible things he regrets and is afraid of the consequences of what it could do to their bond..

Inside!Kamila -> Gaueko

While Kamila gets crushes fast, this wasn’t anything he could have anticipated. He has yet to understand just how much Gaueko is in love with him, as he’s still quite new to the feelings he has for Gaueko and is much more hesitant to accept that this could last. Even if he wants it to. Of course, he has such little grasp on the severity of magic, that he’s willing to do anything in order to help Gaueko from his situation. It only seems fair, as Gaueko has already made him so happy in this new life that he’s willing to give anything back to this stranger he let into his home.

Inside!Kamila -> Inside!Welt

Deep down, he feels Welt is right. Maybe not about everything, but he doesn’t think he’d lie to him. When he sees or thinks of Welt, all he feels is intense guilt and wants to look away from shame. Right now, he’s just hoping that he can help Gaueko get back to normal and then.. Maybe things will get better..? He vows to himself that somehow, nothing bad will happen to the puppies. This also helps motivate him to do anything in his power to help Gaueko so that conflict can be avoided, maybe. 

Inside!Welt -> Inside!Kamila

In his dreams, he sees visions of his life on the outside and his relationship with Kamila there. He always has been tormented by this other life of his, but this hurts differently than it ever has before. He can feel he’s already lost Kamila to Gaueko and feels responsible for it all, but is still having to hold himself back because his children do come first no matter what, even if it breaks his heart to watch someone he cares about so deeply walk down a path of no return..

Inside!Welt -> Gaueko

There’s no real words for it anymore, he hates him as much as he used to love him. He still does love him, but not in the way where he feels that is the person he cared about. He has no idea what that man was that he saw anymore, if he just made him up entirely to cope with the life he lived with him. Who is Gaueko? Just a spirit of the night, willing to do anything for his own goals and never compromising even if he promises otherwise.. Either way, Welt isn’t sure what to do- but if it comes down to it he’s going to be as ruthless as he needs to be to make sure his loved ones are safe from him.

Gaueko -> Inside!Welt

Even now, Gaueko doesn’t truly understand why Welt’s ended up this way. The puppies are still young, so it also has not been much time since their break up. Of course, he can spell out a list of reasons but he’s still searching for that exact thing he did or said that made Welt turn on him - and the truth is that doesn’t exist. He’s searching for nothing, in hopes that he can just apologize and fix what happened, but Welt isn’t looking for an apology from him either. Gaueko decided to play with Welt’s new little friend to get under his skin - partly motivated by his own jealousy of “what do you mean i’ve been replaced by this?! What makes this KAMILA so special!?” - but found that Kamila was so much more than he expected him to be. Now, he’s just hoping he can keep the peace as long as he can before Welt makes a move to intervene..

Gaueko -> Gaueko

He tries to tell himself he’s different, but he knows that’s not true. He tries to tell others that there’s another side to him - they believe it much more easily. He knows the Spirit of the Night is gone - and instead his powers are a reflection of his own subconscious desires - but after so many decades he’s finally feeling the regret of throwing his heart away in exchange for them. Even still, his “other” self is the ideal vision of himself he clings to. After all, he’s nothing without it. There’s nothing left of him that isn’t part of Gaueko.

Outside!Welt -> Laggard

He feels guilt for cutting out Laggard, but felt it would be the best given the circumstances of Daisy’s birth. That would cause too much unwanted attention and he just couldn’t see himself being able to carry the weight of Laggard’s safety on top of the puppies. He of course, has no idea what happened to Laggard after they parted. Before that though, he was fond enough of Laggard that he did consider him a friend, but did not really spend enough time to develop stronger feelings.

Laggard -> Outside!Welt

He wished he could have been better and lived the life he hoped for with Welt and their puppies. Even in his last moments, he couldn’t blame Welt for what happened. He loved Welt so deeply that it would basically be impossible to change that, as Welt was the first one to ever care for him despite his sins.. 

Teddy -> Laggard

At the start of their adventure, Laggard creeped him out but he had no choice but to accept his help. That changed, slowly, as he began to see something in Laggard that changed him too as a person. He struggled with these feelings, but even they became too hard to ignore once he saw glimmers of what a life could be with him - until that was all cut short. Now, he vows to protect Daisy no matter what happens for Laggard’s sake.

Laggard -> Teddy

There’s no one he trusted more and was more thankful to have met in his life, he has no doubt that Daisy will be safe with his care. He feels guilty that he was not able to get Teddy a washing machine, as he knows how happy that made him, but he is grateful that they got to spend as much time together as they did. He knows that if things had been different, he would have happily spent the rest of his life by his side. 

Blue!Kamila -> Inside!Kamila

He rolls his eyes at how quickly “Peppermint” has fallen for all of Gaueko’s flattery, finding it embarrassingly predictable. He wants to stick around just to watch it all fall apart so he can laugh at how broken Kamila will be from it. Of course, if Kamila was smarter he’d see this from a mile away, like Welt does. Too bad he made the wrong choice.

Inside!Kamila -> Blue!Kamila

Has no idea what he’s up to and honestly feels guilty that he let that thing go running off, but doesn’t really want to tell anyone about it..

Blue!Kamila -> Gaueko

See? Exactly what he expected. The guy’s a freak, of course Kamila would attract yet another predator without noticing a single red flag. Oh well, that seems like the only kind of “love” he manages to find, anyway.. Even if Gaueko ate him, at least he has the satisfaction of being right about his suspicions.

Gaueko -> Blue!Kamila

It all went so wrong. It wasn’t going to be like that. But he had no other choice, right..?

Red(Lust) Inner Demon (Inside)!Kamila (idk how else to summarize this..)  -> Inside!Kamila

This demon is satisfied that he’s the top of the food chain when it comes to the hierarchy of inner demons. At this point, he’s actually softened his opinion on Kamila because of it and thinks they can work things out. He’s just glad he was the first bottle that Gaueko picked up and dropped because phew.. That could have so easily been a different one! 

Inside!Kamila -> Red(Lust) Inner Demon (Inside)!Kamila (idk how else to summarize this..)

While turning into more of a demon was scary at first, he feels like its quite normal already.. Its fun to have a tail. He seems to also feel more comfortable in his body and with his sexuality, which has always been something difficult.. So he attributes this change to the demon. He has NO idea how much control this inner demon has over him truly which doesn’t help that his sexual and romantic desire for Gaueko only intensifies his lack of awareness of it.. Still, he feels like if he was able to reintegrate with one of his inner demons, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to do the same with the others..? If.. that’s what Gaueko wants him to do.. He’ll try.. 

Teddy -> Orthrus

Oh god get it away from me. PLEASE.

Orthrus -> Teddy

His rejection hurts, but in a way it is a welcome feeling. He enjoys being tested. In time, things will work out..

Absence!Kamila -> Absence!Gaueko

What is this place..? Another Realm? Another new life..? Of course, you can never win.. Still, its hard to be too sad if he has Gaueko there with him at least. It still feels like a lonely world, if that’s all there is. It hurts to imagine how long Gaueko has been there without anyone to talk to.

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎

Caleb X Faye (OC)

Warnings -> Pure angst, spoilers for Chapter 4 of the main story, grief, one very mild reference of love making

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

It’s been a week since everything happened, and my ears are still ringing. The heat of the flames still lingers on my skin. The gouge in my chest still open and bleeding.

The worst part is, none of this pain is physical. My hearing has returned to normal, the ringing is all in my head. Miraculously I didn’t suffer any burns, the heated feeling to my skin only a memory. The gouge in my chest never happened, my heart safe and sound beneath skin and flesh and bone. I wish it had been ripped out and cut into a million pieces.

Because that would hurt so much less than this.

I’m numb, physically from laying in bed for several days on end, mentally from the time it’s taken to process what’s happened, emotionally from being drowned in grief. Losing a loved on so unexpectedly and in such a tragic way is hard enough to wrap my head around, but losing two is a nightmare I keep pinching myself in hopes of waking up from.

Gran was getting old. It doesn’t make the loss hurt any less, nor ease the shock of how her death happened. But, in the back of my mind, I have been coming to terms that sooner or later, her time on Earth would reach its end. Still, I feel sick. Sick that she had to say goodbye to this life in smoke and fire and exploding metal, not tucked comfortably in her own bed to pass on naturally.

And Caleb…

My eyes hurt, cheeks sticky with dried tears I haven’t bothered to clean in… I don’t know when. My right hand rests over the left side of my ribcage, tracing the line of fresh ink marking the skin just below the outer curve of my breast.

“Tattoos are permanent.” Gran lectured me when I was a teenager, when I had asked her if I could get one for my eighteenth birthday. “Don’t be so hasty to get one, and if you do, don’t pick something you’ll regret later.”

I never ended up getting one done back then, mostly because in the end, I was never able to settle on something. Couldn’t pick something meaningful enough to forget mark on my body. Now, that’s no longer the case.

𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓫

A painful sob rips through my dry throat, an invisible hand squeezing my trachea to cut the flow of air to my lungs. I can’t breathe, yet cries that sound more animal than human find their way to freedom.

No one expects to lose their best friend since childhood at twenty-four. No one expects to lose the love of their lives that young either. Maybe that’s a bold claim; what the hell do I know about love at my age? I’ve barely lived.

But the years I have lived, I’ve lived with Caleb’s love. Innocent in childhood, romantic as adults. Maybe grief would be easier if I didn’t know what his kisses were like. If I haven’t gotten used to the affectionate pet names he would throw in alongside his usual ‘pip-squeak’. If we haven’t made love to each other whenever he returned from Skyhaven and we had time to just be. If we haven’t shared hopes and dreams of a future, one where we’d maybe have a big house and a dog and a couple of kids.

I never thought I would crave such a domestic life, as I’ve spent so many years dreaming of taking down wanderers and protecting this city. Now, I’m falling apart at the seams, missing things I didn’t even get to experience. Things I never will, not with the man I wanted them with.

The thought sends another blade through my chest, my cries turning to screams that I’m sure my neighbours can hear.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

IT HURTS.

“Caleb-!” His name is broken as it falls from my cracked lips, reflecting the state of my heart. My soul. “P-Please come b-back!”

It’s a useless plea. There’s no coming back, not for Gran, not for Caleb. They’re gone, stolen from me by someone who better be watching over their shoulder, because as soon as I pick myself back up, I’m going hunting. Whoever orchestrated this, planned the murder of my parental figure and my partner, will see less mercy than I show a wanderer.

But for now, I’ll remain shattered.

[inkprovised]

I was sketching when my graphic tablet died on me...