#no one will ever bamboozle me into living together again

[fratboykate]

Quiet night tonight papi... doin anything fun?

i like to call it "situationship sunday" lmao i do the rounds, check in on everyone, and then go enjoy the peace that no one else living in your house anymore affords you haha

but also the inbox has been EERILY quiet this week so not much to respond to. it's typically a nonstop barrage but while there's been a handful here and there everyone is real quiet so 🤷🏽‍♀️ it's very strange

[liaswills]

Pick a card: What does this person want to say to you? ❤️

Good evening lovely darlings! I'm back with another Tumblr Tarot post- for the delusional girlies, this is another What would this person want to say to you? Particularly love focused! This could be a message from a S/O- or F/s/o or perhaps even a f/o! Depending on your degree of delulu, ofcourse. :)

Pick a pile! Use the pics underneath or go based on intuition. Thankyou! ❤️

Oh, love of mine. What wonders there are to be found when you look into my eyes. This is all poetic, truly, but in my soul, the deepest parts of it, I know that you'll still be hoping to come back to me. It is the way things are. I can't change it- even if I wanted to. I watch you. I see you. I hope you know I do believe in you- I love you. When I see tears on your cheeks, streaking like some porcelain beauty, some victorian soul, gauging at what is left of me, gauging at what the eye cannot see, I long to hold your hand, softly press a kiss to it and tell you all I have seen in you that you do not see. I would take you to my favourite spot, walk the whole way just to talk to you, I would tell you what I have been wanting to let you know- that no matter where I am, or what you do, or who we are, in our very souls, we are always one and the same. We are alike. Perhaps in spirit, personality, or maybe just in how we devote ourselves to spirituality, or God, but I know that I am yours if you will be mine. But you haven't been coming to me. You don't want to be mine yet. I know you think you do- but you're not ready for this. Neither am I. I have found myself trying to build what was left- to build a new. I have found I wanted to incorporate more of the old into my new life and therefore I am struggling to find my way to you- it will show some day but I will make time free. Free time for you. I promise you this. I fear some day, you may leave me entirely. Yet even when this happens, I'm but a cinder. I'm but a memory. A distant person you once knew. Distant eyes you once reflected upon, talked to, listened to, hoped for, wished and yearned. I'll not be the same because you won't either. We grow with one another. Tell me you love me. I need to know this. I need you to tell it straight to my face, to my memory, to my thought, to my soul, just think it. Think, say, breathe it. I will know when you do. Thank you for thinking of me today, I appreciate it.

You'll always be my true love, you know? ❤️

It's in his kiss, that's where it is. You can feel when I love you truly, baby, because I would kiss you like you've never felt before. I'd go as slow as you want, as sensual as I could ever be, as loving as I could try, I would do it for you. I know we don't know each other that well yet. We are new. But even if you know me for a long time, this feeling is new. We haven't been together before- not in other lives. I haven't loved you yet. This is new to me. I think we would fit together.... I am confused about it however. I'm not really sure what I want. I know, I am indecisive. But with you- it does feel right, it does feel... like I am a child again kissing his first crush. It feels this way- which is why I think it's important that we continue to communicate, about what you want, about what I want... it'll make this easier because I can't smell what is on your mind. I can sense your feelings, I am very empathic, but I don't know what you're thinking. And I have the feeling you're led by your thoughts, just as I am. We are horrible in listening to ourselves. Perhaps, I am better at giving you advice than I am for myself but in truth, it should be me who has to do the work and approach you, romance you, love you, not the other way around. You're so kind to me- this bamboozles the shit out of me because I am not technically seen as an approachable nice person, so your energy it really confuses me for that reason. Am I not repulsive? Do you not... want to run away from me? You're making my bad thoughts about myself resurface and dissolve all the same. When I think or look at you, even for a second, I just know that I am looking at something good. I know this is something to be cherished. Can I trust my own feeling however? I'm not too sure. I want you to know this. Just to make some clarification about where I am right now. I am not trying to push you away- nor do I want you gone AT ALL I need you and I want you by my side but I am just a torn up dunderhead. Forgive me?

"She's one of my favourite things." This is what I say when people ask about you. Hm, yes, I know. From me? You're surprised. I know some days you may think I don't know you, or don't like you, but I do, I like you a lot. You're my princess, in any fairytale that exists. And the divine to my subservient self. I'd worship you. Cherish you. Because, I know, that for you not to leave me, I have to step up and treat you well. I will be forthcoming, I will be consistent, and I will try to make your life as much of a priority as I will mine. It's not black and grey with me. It's quite clear with me. I want you to be mine. I need to marry you- some day or now. I do not care when. That's how serious I am. That's how real this feels for me. I don't need to figure this out by a 10 hour astrology research to compare my charts to yours. I don't need to figure out via a deity about what time you're going to call or text. I need to know just one thing- and that is that I can trust my feelings. I want you to trust yours. If you do- if you do feel for me, If you do cherish me, or even like me, or god above, if you even love me, if you could, that you won't break it hard on me. Do it gently. Tell me how you love me, and when you leave me, so I know it's easier. If you ever leave me, I would try to have you one more day. I really would. Not in spite or because I want some silly disgusting energy break up sex but because...I would just want to look at you, once more, see you, breathe you, just touch your hand perhaps, or even your hair, to just sit there and tell you nothing or a lot. But I wouldn't ever try to hurt you, I will never try to do this I just hope... perhaps... that you won't hurt me, all right? Can you do this for me? Can you do everything gently? (Except the sex, I don't need it to be gentle ok) but you get what I mean. My heart, my feelings, are much more tender than I can confess. I may look tough. I may be someone you think is tough- perhaps I am, maybe I am also that, but one word of you can silence me forever. Trust on that. So use your words well with me, it'll be better for both of us. Don't you think? I love you. ❤️

God speed your love to me. You thought this was going to be the romantic pile, didn't you? Hahahaha! Bitch please! I am your worst nightmare. Just kidding, I am just incapable of showing you the love you so desire and dream of. What is it with you and me? You like me obsessively. Trust me, your guides and I have been chatting away for a bit and you're.... well, let's just say, you're at wits end about me, aren't you darling? Hehe. I like when you're mad. Some days, I just think how lovely it would be if you'd be in my arms and I could just... have a peek at that lovely chest of yours. Too dirty? I understand. You think I'm a pervert. Honestly, darling, I do too. That's what I hide behind, mostly, truthfully, I'm disgusting myself sometimes, especially during those solo hours. You don't want to believe the things I've thought about you- oh my god. If my life's work and thoughts would ever get published, it would be the biggest event of all lifetime. The world would stop. The M25 would be in a traffic jam all fucking year- don't know why, but it would, wouldn't it? Say, I know you from somewhere... that's what I always say, I always begin with that. And then, I would transgress your interest and I would try and lure you into thinking of me. And when you're thinking of me, I am thinking of how you're hopelessly and desperately thinking of me and then I'll- you know, get creative thinking of you. Honey, what am I to you? Though? Like- can we be real? Am I your friend? Your lover? Your nemesis? Your teacher? Your mentor? What the fuck are we? I am so confused ! 🤣 You say things that literally bolder me off the side of the road and throw me right into the cut. Like can we pretend that for one day, you and I aren't you and I and then we can be delusional together in our own little world? You'd like that right? Well, I would too. I need to escape whatever the hell this is, or this life is, and then we can get coffee and a drink or two and you can tell me what we're going to do about this, about us, because I can't stop thinking how we are going to solve this or do this or just... how. Hm :) You look good. Just wanted to say that. Take some medicine when you feel bad, especially cramps. Take good care of yourself. I could write to you forever- know that. You can reach out to me.

[0h0possum]

Codywan Headcanon/AU that lives rent free in my head

I think my favorite codywan headcanon/AU is that they are just so good at being professional and discreet when they need to, for literal years, that no one knows they are a thing.

Like my favorite idea of codywan is that they both agree their duties and obligations come first. Honestly they kinda deal with it like a business contract. They sit down and agree: yes they have feelings for each other, yes they want to be together, yes they want as much as a relationship as they can get now since they both never know when one of them might die, yes they need to put their war duties first, yes Obi-wan will always put his Jedi duties first, yes Cody will always put protecting and creating a future for his brothers first, yes the will keep this relationship under raps as it could be under scrutiny for breaking GAR and Jedi rules, yes they will only act as a couple when off duty.

They are just the opposite of Anakin and Padme, no one knows about them. Cody and Obi-wan aren’t trying to hide it per say, they just are so good at being The Commander and The General that no one would ever think they were anything but professional coworkers and maybe friends. Even if there are signs they may be more, their friends and family overlook them because ‘Cody’s too strict about following the regs to be interested in a relationship’ or ‘Obi-wan is too focused on being a model Jedi and following the Code to be in a relationship’.

They are too good at balancing their lives and being ‘The Unproblematic Couple™’.

So when the war ends and they defeat Palpatine, save Anakin and get the clones rights (because we only Stan happy endings in this Codywan house), they both agree mutually to take a break.

Cody takes time to find himself away from the GAR and being The Commander. He spends time with his brothers and helping them all find their feet once they leave the GAR. He helps build a life for them all, while also taking time to find who he is besides a soldier.

Obi-wan spends time reconnecting with Anakin and Ahsoka, making amends with both of them. Getting to finally return to being a peacekeeper and not a General at war. I imagine he would maybe step down from the council to just be a simple Jedi. Not Master of Sorensu, youngest ever High council member, The Negotiator, General, or Sith Killer.

After their short break they agree to start meeting up again, seeing if they still feel the way they did about each other when not in the stressful environment of war and an army setting. But, lo and behold, they still of course love each other. (All the while everyone just assumes it’s Obi-wan and Cody meeting up as ex. Coworkers. They used to be the best of FRIENDS during the war)

After Obi-wan sees Anakin is fine (living with his wife and kids) and the rest of the Order isn’t in dire need of his help, and Cody sees his brothers are finding their feet in the world without need of his leadership, they both just decide they’ve been dating long enough (a few year during and after the war) and they’ve put other duties ahead of theirs relationship long enough.

They just fucking get married and buy a house. Obi-wan leaves the order and Cody moves away from his brother. And they just get married.

WHICH COMES OUT OF NOWHERE TO EVERYONE ELSE. Everyone’s like “??!!!”, “since when have you two ever been together?!”

And fucking Obi-wan and Cody (with biggest deadpan older brother energy) just say “oh yeah, since like the middle of the war? We thought you guys knew? It just never came up in conversation?”

Just absolutely bamboozling everyone in their lives. Rex and Anakin both are like “YoU nEvEr ThOuGhT tO tElL mE? YoUr BrOtHeR?”. Cue Obi-wan and Cody vaguely shrugging and saying ‘there were more important things going on’.

But yeah I just like the idea of Cody and Obi-wan jump scaring their families with their relationship.

[nerdyvocals]

A continuation of this post, more quotes from me and @look-at-those-niceass-rocks watching Pink Ladies together, this time episodes 4-7 (again shared with permission, and since the cast is in the house, @saveourpinks, please enjoy our unhinged dumbassery):

Principal Nicholson is a fuckin' weenie

(during Sorry to Distract) I am looking respectfully. I am looking SO respectfully. Their husband, distantly: I doubt that Me: *WHEEZE*

(During Carelessly) The true bisexual experience is not knowing which one of them you would rather be making out in the park with. (I am pan but I concur)

(@ Buddy) OH POOR FUCKING BABY, find purpose outside of your socially assigned tasks

Fucking of course his name is Leonard

Them: I would've gone fucking feral for this show in high school. Both of us, in sync: I'm going fucking feral for it now

Me: Anyway, rest in peace Cynthia Zdunowski, you would've loved they/them pronouns Them: *CHOKE*

Wally: I'm kinda hungry Them: Looks like she's kinda thirsty

(About Richie and Jane "needing to talk") That has spiked MY anxiety and I'm not even Jane. I would have been CHASING that little shit down.

(When Vaughn told Lydia to help Cynthia) I want a very sexually charged line reading session between the two of them and if I don't get it I Will Cry-- Levi, I don't like the way you're laughing right now

(Note I couldn't breathe for a Hot Minute, I forgot they somehow hadn't seen any spoilers for this show)

Richie: Jane's my girl, not my boss Them: YOu are wrong, she is both. I've seen the way you look at her I'm not a fuckin' idiot.

Me: Anytime I see Lydia or Cynthia I just embody that one quote- Did you ever watch Boy Meets World? Them: What, no? Me: Hang on, there's a quote from Shawn, I'll find it (Note it took me five minutes to find this clip, 2:00-2:09 if you're curious, but the quote is: Aw to heck with it, marry me! I live in a trailer park and I have no education but my hair does this!)

The entirety of Merely Players consisted of a stream of: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

(@ Mr. Pedo Man) You deserve beige you piece of shit

KEEP EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY AWAY FROM THIS LITERAL CHILD

(After Jane and Richie's fight) Think about the last time a boy gave her his jacket you fucking dipshit, you goddamn weenie.

(Honorable mention: Both of us replying to everything Richie said in that argument with "Yeah, it is about her, it's her life, what's wrong with her wanting an education???")

Me: I love how the most scathing insult you can think of is to call someone a weenie, are you eight? Them: It's fifties appropriate!

Vaughn: You are a revelation! Them: Yeah, she's a revelation to my fucking sexuality

Them: [Husband], they're lesbians! Husband, nowhere near the computer: I know

(Jane got more votes) HEHEHE GET FUCKED

Me: I love how quickly your opinion of this man changed from the first episode, you were ready to simp and now you hate him Them: YEAH BECAUSE i THOUGHT HE WAS NICE I WAS BAMBOOZLED AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT.

Jane and Buddy: *kiss at the end of episode 4* Them: I am going to bite his nose off

Lydia: You swallow your consonants Them: Well you were swallowing her tongue a minute ago, that probably didn't fucking help Me: *choking on drink*

(during Girl's Can't Drive): Mama I'm a Big Girl Now walked so this song could fucking RUN

Them: So when does Hazel get a jacket? Me: I have no idea what you're talking about, shut up

(After me reading them the discrepancies between the amount of Thesbians fics on AO3 to literally anything else) I am addressing this to every single person who writes in this fandom, puh-LEASE seek therapy

Me: *short rant on how I Cannot Resist a Butch in a White Tshirt* Them: I'm just obsessed with [Lydia's] robe, I wanna take it...off. [Husband]: *unintelligible* Them: THE ACTOR IS AN ADULT I CAN FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE

(after I pointed out that Lydia keeps staring out the window at the Frosty Palace like she's waiting for someone) I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Me: I have a fic for you Them: if it's more Potato, I'm down

Olivia: *slaps Richie* Them: She could wake me up like that, I wouldn't complain

I would be a 1950s housewife for Potato

Them: I am no longer simping for Richie Me: He's having a hard time right now Them: I know this, and I will resume simping later when he's done being stupid

T-Birds: *having a heart-to-heart* Them: *sniff* They're all coming over to my house and I'm making them soup and bread

Richie: I think I'm in love (one tear catches light) Both of us, Supernatural veterans: ~a single man-tear~ *FIVE MINUTES OF WHEEZING LAUGHTER*

You can find part three here!

[whentheynameyoujoy]

All right, tweaking the YSBLF ending, here we go:

No. Fucking. Voice. Over.

Everything up until Betty learning about Daniel’s plans stays. She storms out of the conference room, determined not to let this shit destroy everything just to prove a point. The cartel has sussed out Armando’s on the production floor. Betty asks them to stay back (you can’t tell me that such an intensely private person would enjoy what’s essentially a love declaration in the middle of a football match). They, of course, follow secretly, probably hidden in a bag of chips or smth.

Hermes isn’t on the production floor or in his office. He is *somewhere* doing *something* but what he definitely isn’t doing is barging in with a shotgun.

Betty arrives at the production floor, right before Armando is about to go out and make a public speech about his resignation. She pulls him aside, Gutierrez tells everyone to go back to work, no “and everyone clapped” scenario. They go through their canon argument but by means of an impassioned dialogue. Betty tells Armando about Daniel’s intentions and urges him to assume the presidency; the whole reason why they landed in this mess is because she did everything in her power to help him hold onto his family heritage, to make his parents proud (she doesn’t say this but it was her way of showing him she loved him). In turn, Armando refuses; he realized what the company needs is Betty, not him, that she deserves to be the one leading it (supporting Betty is how he shows he loves her). Betty goes, fine, then, I’ll stay but you have to as well. Again, Armando refuses; he’s the reason why she wanted to leave in the first place, the only thing preventing her from doing her job, so it makes sense for him to be the one to pack up. Exasperated, Betty plants one on him. There are a few looks from the workers, the cartel gasp in their bag of chips, but no one claps. Confused, perplexed, bamboozled, having no idea what’s going on, Armando promises to stay in the company and follows Betty up to the conference room.

In the conference room, Betty’s the one to crack the whip and explain exactly why dissolving the company would cost Daniel everything. Armando only gets to speak and defend m’lady’s honour as Daniel’s leaving and throwing jabs at Betty.

While Armando is showcasing his shining armour, Betty retreats to the place that witnessed her greatest joys and greatest heartbreak—her old office. Armando follows her there, still not understanding anything. Betty reveals what Marcela told her, says that she never stopped loving him and how impossibly hard it was for her to live with those feelings, thinking he only ever used and despised her. The reconciliation isn’t a polite civil convo with gentle kisses; it’s a complete sobfest, a huge outpouring of repressed emotions. Betty has just learned that what she’d always dreamt about—to be genuinely loved and appreciated for who she is despite her appearance—did come true in the middle of all that awfulness. To her, it’s the same paradigm shift as finding the Letter, another “murder”, another reason to fundamentally change how she views things. On Armando’s part, he finally made peace with the idea of losing Betty for good, yet now he hears that he got her back, through no action of his own but instead as a final show of Marcela’s love for him. No way is this completely emotionally sterile; I’m talking the wettest scene in the whole show.

At one point, the door to the presidential office lets go and the cartel falls on the floor; of course, they’ve been trying to listen in on the two. Freddy launches into his wedding speech, his “they have agreed to work together for better and worse, in sickness and health, I now pronounce them the president and vice-president of Ecomoda”, only to be interrupted by Armando telling him not to be an idiot and go back to work. The cartel skidaddle, with Bertha commenting on what an exhausting day this has been and how she’s ready to go sleep it off; Sofía points out it’s not even lunch hour yet.

Marcela places a resignation letter on her desk, takes one last look at the company, her father’s legacy, and moves to leave. Patricia tries to follow but Marcela rebuffs her; while not explicitly said, it’s clear the friendship is over. There’s nothing positive in it anymore and Marcela wants to leave it behind. Time for Patricia to sink, or swim—she isn’t hoisted on Marcela as some kind of bad karma, undermining and ridiculing Marcela’s powerful scene with Betty.

Betty finds Patricia sobbing at her desk, mourning over having lost her last friend, her last connection to the good life—she has hit rock bottom at long last. She reveals to Betty that Marcela resigned. Betty gives her essentially the same speech she gave to Hugo at the fashion show—they haven’t been friends and it’s unlikely they ever will be but Patricia has a place in Ecomoda if she wants it and there’s no reason for them not to be civil with each other. She gives Patricia a handkerchief, Patricia thanks her and blows her nose. It’s unclear whether or not she will take this chance to do something with her life.

Over the next few days, Betty and Armando divvy up Mario and Marcela’s workload, working 16 hour shifts, putting out fires, trying to find replacements. Gradually, they slip into their old amiable dynamic from the first half of the show, except now it’s less boss & subordinate and more buddy cop duo. Being in a normal relationship is new to them (as would be to Hermes if he knew which he doesn’t). They prefer keeping to themselves instead of parading it around and there’s a lot of awkwardness for them to overcome but they find that what helps them settle into it is their original way of relating to each other—through work and Betty’s stupid jokes (occasional kisses and forehead touches are allowed). When they find someone to take over after Marcela and Mario, after Gutierrez flooding them with candidates whose main qualifications are their social connections, it’s two untested but highly qualified newbies, just like Betty started out as. They’re not exactly fashionable but clearly put in the effort which is why Betty and Armando, having barely slept for days, look like they’re wearing their best Derelicte in comparison. When everyone else calls it a day, they find they’re too knackered to drive home when that couch in Betty’s office looks so inviting. So, naturally, they end up having sex on it (you’re welcome).

Time skip, they’re announcing to Betty’s family they’re getting married. Hermes is caught completely off guard by this sudden development. They give him the PG version—“We spent so much time together that at one point we realized we’re more than just co-workers”.

Armando tells his parents about the upcoming marriage. It’s obvious they’re very much not on board and they express their reservations about Betty, politely but resolutely. Armando responds that as long as they feel that way the only time they’ll be seeing him is at board meetings. The door is left open for Margarita and Roberto to get over themselves at some point in the future but they aren’t shown attending the wedding.

No Hugo scene. I hate it. It’s like it fell right out of the old Betty’s daydream about being accepted by those who mistreat her, plus Hugo’s eventual return to Ecomoda was foreshadowed anyway after the fashion show. Get it away from me.

The wedding day starts exactly as in canon, with Hermes’ coke can finally giving up the ghost. The difference is that Armando leaves to meet Betty halfway. She sees her childhood self and we all cry our eyes out, whereupon Armando arrives, arguing with Hermes about his piece of shit car as they’re rushing Betty to the church. Betty turns back and waves into the camera one last time. Freeze frame, the end, no pointlessly prolonged wedding or jokes about ugly babies that undermine the entire message.

[bts-reveries]

young one | finale

(images at the end)

“Wakey wakey,” Jungkook says, about an inch away from your face. You slowly open your eyes, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips.

“Morning,” you mumbled, Jungkook scrunches his nose and pulls away, standing above you.

“You know, I was going to make this morning perfect since it’s our first day dropping off Sian at school together, as an ~engaged~ couple, and our first day of work… but you ruined it with that morning breath of yours,” he says, pinching his nose and closing his eyes. Dramatic much?

“I love you too,” you say sarcastically, ripping the duvet off of your body. “Did you make breakfast?” You say, sniffing the air. “It smells like… burnt pancakes.” He tilts his head at you and suddenly his eyes grow wide. 

“S-SIAN,” he yells, running out of your room and to the kitchen. “I TOLD YOU TO WATCH IT.” You hear him yell.

“I DID!” You hear your son yell back.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME IT WAS BURNING?” Jungkook yells back.

“YOU JUST SAID TO WATCH IT.” You stay there, at the edge of your bed, laughing at their conversation.

“BABE,” Jungkook yells from the kitchen, “THERE’S ONE GOOD PANCAKE. DO YOU WANT IT?” You shake your head, standing up and walking to where your boys were at. 

“No it’s okay, you guys can share it,” you say, sitting with Sian at the counter. 

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Sian says, smirking at his dad. Jungkook squints his eyes at him, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“RockpaperscissorssHOOT,” Jungkook mumbles quickly, shooting up ‘scissors’. Sian laughs as he holds up ‘rock’.

“Thank youu~” your son says, taking the pancake from Jungkook. 

“Ah.. that’s my boy,” you say, petting your son’s head. You look up at Jungkook and see him pouting. 

“Go ahead and get ready,” you tell him. “I’ll make more pancakes.” Jungkook’s face lights up immediately.

“Ugh YES, best wifey ever!” He yells with joy, running around to give you a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll pay you back with something special later,” he whispers in your ear, flashing you with a little wink.

-

“Who’s picking me up later?” Sian asks you two as you and Jungkook stand in front of him by his classroom door. 

“Both of us,” Jungkook answers. Sian’s face lights.

“You and Mommy?!” he yells.

“Yeah of course,” you say. “Since mommy works with Auntie Sohyun now and daddy works with Uncle Jin, we’re able to take enough time off to spend with you together.” 

“But mommy what about your college?” Sian asks you, concerned about your own education. You let out a small laugh as you thought it was cute that he knew and cared about that.

“Remember when we went to live with grandma and grandpa? I did school at home right?” Sian nods. “Well I’m still doing that, so I’m doing online schooling.”

“YAY! We get to be together all the time!” Sian yells, raising his arms. You laugh, pulling him into a hug.

“We do. But for now, you’re going to class and we’re going to work,” you say. Jungkook kneels down to give him a hug next. 

“Love you buddy, we’ll see you in a few hours okay?”

“Okay!”

-

You and Jungkook had an hour to spare before you had to start your first shift and before Jungkook had to meet up with Jin at his building. The two of you decided to stop by the convenient store to kill some time, and buy some snacks. 

It was pretty cold out. You two had your hands in your pockets, but Jungkook didn’t let go of your hand and held your right hand in his pocket instead. He’s been super clingy lately. 

You liked it. 

“Is that Sungjae?” you ask. The two of you were walking to the front of the store when you saw Sungjae sitting on the tables at the front, drinking. “It’s seven in the morning..” you whisper to Jungkook. 

Jungkook lets go of your hand and walked up to his old friend.

“Hey.. are you okay?” he asks. Sungjae, still holding onto his drink, turns and looks up to Jungkook. He laughs.

“Did you come here to rub it in my face?” he responds. You frown, standing behind Jungkook. 

“No, we came here to buy snacks..” you say quietly.

“Well you were wrong about everything. A kid may change your life but I doubt it’s for the better,” he says, taking a big swig of his drink. You frown, you were confused. You turn to Jungkook to see if he knew what Sungjae was talking about and you watch his face turn from confused to a big smile. 

“You and Yuri?” Jungkook says. “I would have never seen that coming.” 

“What?” You ask, turning to Jungkook. 

“Yuri is pregnant,” he says. Your eyes grow wide.

“Shut up.”

Sungjae rolls his eyes. “Go ahead and rub it in my face--”

“Oh.. um, Sungjae,” you say, “I know how you all feel about me.. But just know.. That this sounds sucky right now because it wasn’t in your plan, but it’s going to be the best thing eve--”

“Shut up,” he groans. Your eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t want to hear all that dramatic stuff okay? It’s my life, don’t butt in.”

Your face drops and you turn away, Jungkook notices and he felt his face heating up.

“Look, Yn is just trying to help you feel better. We went through this too. You know that. You know, we’re willing to help you and Yuri start out if you need it just like how our friends helped us,” Jungkook tells him. “But if you’re going to despise my family no matter what, we won’t bother you again. My family does nothing to make you hate them but you continue to hurt them with your words and push them away without a second thought.” Jungkook sighs, taking his hand out of his pocket to grab yours. “Maybe this baby will give you the love you’re clearly lacking. Good luck with your life.” Jungkook turns away to walk inside the store, dragging you behind him when Sungjae laughs.

“Before you think about mines, worry about yours,” he says. “Keep calling yourselves the perfect family. I don’t see a ring on her finger.” You smirk to yourself, taking your left hand out of your pocket and showing him your gorgeous ring. Sungjae furrows his brows at the sight of your diamond.

“Don’t expect a wedding invitation,” you say, making Jungkook laugh as you two finally make your way into the store.

-

“So Yuri and Sungjae huh,” you say, before biting into your kimbap. “Would have never seen that coming.” Jungkook nods, chewing on his. The two of you were in the car, in the bakery parking lot. There was still 15 minutes to spare.

“I didn’t either. But I could care less about them,” he says, taking another bite. You turn to him.

“So you’re really over them this time?” You ask, he nods. “What if we bump into them a few years from now?” Jungkook laughs.

“If I hit Yuri with my cart again, I’ll say ‘sorry ma’am I didn’t see you there’ and go about my way,” he answers. “They were good friends when we were younger, but I have to move on. If I want a good future for my family, I have to keep moving forward. I can’t do that with my friends that’s stuck in the past.” You smile at his answer.

“Wow, you sound… really mature.. It’s kind of weird,” you say, making Jungkook laugh.

“I have a son, a lovely fiancée, and I work for a big company now,” he answers. “I’m a big boy, I should act like one.”

“I like that,” you say, smiling up at him, “but I also like the child at heart Jungkook so don’t go changing too much.” 

“Hey I’m the same JK, just more responsible,” he says, with a little wink. He leans into you and you think he’s going in for a kiss, but he passes your lips and leans into your ear instead.

“Make sure you sneak out some cookies for me and Sian,” he whispers. You roll your eyes, pushing him away.

“Whatever Jeon, I don’t think your Yoongi hyung will like that,” you say. 

“Maybe he won’t, but I’m sure noona will be okay with it.”

You shake your head, smiling, this is really going to be the man you marry. 

young one

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ready or not - j.jk

genre: friends to lovers, enemy to lovers, (almost a slow burn?), a mix of everything lol  character pairing: jeon jungkook 9bts) x female oc warnings: not really any lol just angsty fluff kinda stuff word count: 5.4k (it’s alot) authors note: i wrote this months ago and it’s not finished but i can finish it if yall want? let me know :)

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(prompts from @im-here-to-help-you-all-write​)

“i think the longer you look at it, the worse it gets.” “yeah, kinda like your face.”

“i need your help.” “holy shit, i never thought i’d hear you say that.’ “please don’t rub it in right now.”

“i don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet” “you’re going to have to be, because we’re out of time.”

you can’t believe you actually had to do this. the last person you ever wanted to look at was your only shot at getting out of the situation you brought upon yourself. you had originally counted on one of your other friends to help you out, but of course, life never seemed to work out the way you wanted it to. 

“jin, please. can’t you just cancel and come with me?” you begged, watching as your older companion continued to chop away at some vegetables. 

“you know i would love to help bamboozle your family with my impeccable acting skills, but unfortunately, i do have a business to run. this weekend is a big deal for the restaurant and joon would kill me if i left him alone to handle such a thing. and besides, we all know joon can’t toast bread without having to call the fire department first,” jin laughs. you laugh softly, knowing jin had a point. poor namjoon had amazing business skills, but unfortunately that means he lacks in the cooking department. 

“i guess you’re right,” you mumble begrudgingly. 

“why not ask jimin if he can go?” jin asks, sliding the chopped vegetables into a pot.

“my mom knows him, she’ll know something isn’t right. and besides, he and hobi are going to a dance camp for school,” you shrug.

“and tae? yoongi?” jin asks.

“he’s got that test retake for his photography class and yoongs has an audition for an entertainment company in gangnam,” you sigh. you’re really proud of all your friends and the successes they have, but you really wished they could’ve helped you in your time of need. but you couldn’t be that selfish, so maybe you had to admit defeat. 

“you know, you could just ask jungkook,” jin asks nonchalantly. 

“you know i can’t do that,” you answer bluntly, refusing to even entertain the idea.

“i mean, you could,” jin laughs, putting the lid on the pot and onto the stove top, turning to you afterwards.

“jin, you know i can’t. he is the last person on earth i would ask to help me. i would rather die of embarrassment than to ask him for his help,” you dramatically claim.

“you just might if you don’t ask. besides, what's the big deal? it’s only for a weekend,” jin shrugs.

“yeah, a whole weekend of him pretending to be my boyfriend. jin, we can barely tolerate each other as is, having us cooped up together and pretending like we actually like each other is a whole other ball game,” you said.

“well, here’s the way i look at it. either you tell your mother that you don’t have a boyfriend and face embarrassment at your mother's wedding, or you can suck it up, ask jungkook nicely to do you this one favor, and have fun this weekend. you never know, jungkook might actually be up for it,” jin says, an underlying suggestive tone in his voice; one that you never caught.

you had to admit, jin was right. as painful as it was, jungkook was your only chance at escaping this nightmarish weekend. 

-

you found jungkook in his usual zone of comfort: with his lips attached to some random girl he probably barely knew. you found yourself scrunching your face in distaste. such a vulgar display in a library no less. you huffed off your second doubts and approached the table with confidence. you noticed that neither party acknowledged your presence, so you knocked on the table to gain their attention. reluctantly, the girl pulled away first to throw you a bitter look.

“jeon, can we talk?” you say softly, not trying to cause a disturbance.

“i’m kind of busy, can’t it wait?” jungkook asks, a smug look on his face, the girl sat next to him donned a complacent smile on hers.

“please, i saw you making out with some bimbo blonde yesterday, i’m sure you can find some other toy to play with when we’re done,” you smirk, watching the look on the girls face fall with every passing word that escaped your lips. she glanced over at jungkook with disgust before grabbing her belongings and walking away in a fit.

“great, well there goes my whole afternoon,” jungkook scoffs. he leans into his chair, folding his arms over his chest.

“you’ll deal. look, i need your help,” you admit, much to your dismay.

“holy shit, i never thought i’d hear you say that,” jungkook laughs ironically.

“please don’t rub it in right now,” you groan.

“how can i offer my service to you?” jungkook smirks, looking up at your obviously irritated figure.

“i need... i can’t believe i’m saying this. i need you to be my boyfriend for the weekend,” you spit out.

“you what?” jungkook asks incredulously. you don’t blame him for his confusion. what you were asking was heinous, add to the fact that you two barely tolerated each other? it was the biggest taboo situation you could’ve put yourself in. but you were desperate.

your mother, as loving as she was, was relentless. she just wanted the best for you. you were about to graduate college soon, about to get a real career and be a real adult. and to her, that meant start a family as soon as possible. and that couldn’t happen without being in a relationship first. and what better way than to hook your daughter up at a gathering for family friends? cause nothing says love like a wedding, right?

“what’s in it for me?” jungkook asks. you looked at him in disbelief.

“wait, you’re actually considering it?” you asked.

“well, you gave me a proposition, so why not?” jungkook asks. 

“uh, because we’re not necessarily friends? it’s not like you owe me anything to even consider the idea,” you chuckle.

“you might not be my friend, but that doesn’t mean i’m not yours,” jungkook shrugs, finally standing up and collecting his scattered books. you hadn’t actually noticed them before, you just thought that the library was a good place for jungkook to hook up, not an actual study zone. 

“well, uh, what do you have in mind?” you asked, answering his question finally. 

“i need a date for this work thing, and my usual hookups aren't going to cut it. they’re not exactly what you would say… modest?” jungkook jokes, causing you to laugh a little bit. 

“sound like a deal?” jungkook asks after a moment of silence passes. you pretend to consider his proposition, as if you actually had a choice. you look up at him and you can see that he saw that too.

“what kind of work thing?”

=

“where are you going?” jimin asks, watching you step out of your bedroom clad in a cocktail dress. you really would’ve rather been at your shared apartment, cuddled up next to jimin and tae watching some horror film eating greasy food, but alas, you had to uphold your end of the bargain.

“remember i told you that in order for jungkook to uphold his end, i have to uphold mine? apparently, he works at some magazine company and they’re having a company gathering to celebrate the issue's 90th anniversary and he needed me to come with,” you groan, strapping on your heels. 

“you’re going all out for this,” taehyung comments, a teasing tone hidden in his words. you looked up and glared at him, knowing what he meant.

“if i put forth 100%, maybe he will too,” you say. 

“oh, he most definitely will be putting in 100% effort,” jimin says, low enough for only taehyung to hear which makes him giggle. you look up and see jimin smirking at you which makes you groan internally. 

suddenly, the doorbell rings and you thank whatever being there is that saves you from the conversation that was happening, with or without your participation. you pull the door open and the first thing you see is jungkook, properly dressed head to toe. you notice the bow tie pressed snuggly against his neck, not a wrinkle in his suit jacket or his dress shirt. his long hair was parted down the middle, brushed out out of his eye. you hated to admit it, but he looked breathtakingly beautiful. 

“wow,” jungkook finally says, eyeing you in a way that made the blood pool in your cheeks. 

“uh, yeah. let’s- let’s go,” you murmur, noticing the boys in the living room giggling at your guys’ interaction. you shove him in his chest. he grabs your hands and laughs, pulling you out the door.

“what did i miss?” jungkook asks. you roll your eyes, noticing the way jungkook held onto your hand, even after you got further and further away from your apartment, but not minding the warmth his hand provided against your cold one. 

“trust me, nothing you want to hear, and nothing i’m willing to repeat,” you scoff.

=

jungkook was right. he had warned you beforehand that everyone at his job was stuck up and snobbish and would continuously point out that fact that you were no model. and like he had forewarned, all you heard all night was “you’re too pretty not to be a model” or “jungkook ended up with you?” you were appalled, sure, but you didn’t take their words to heart. you don’t know these people, and after tonight, you’re never going to see them again. 

but jungkook flinched every time someone opened their mouth. he felt bad for you, but when he saw you delicately handle the situation, he knew you would be fine. still, it didn’t make him feel any less bad. 

“we can leave whenever you want, you know?” jungkook whispers into your ear. you look up at him and smile.

“sounds like you’re using me as an excuse to ditch this snooze fest,” you giggle. jungkook smiles back down at you and laughs with you.

“busted,” he finally says.

“thank god, let’s ditch these runway wannabes and get some pizza. i’m starved,” you groan, looking away, missing the endearing glance he tosses your way. you both ditch the stuffy building, and headed to a late night pizza shop down the corner. you sigh in relief once you step into the restaurant, inhaling the smell of cheese and dough. you both decide to seat yourselves in a booth in the corner of the dining area.  once you both place your orders, you settle into a comfortable silence. 

“so, what caused you to conjure up this boyfriend lie?” jungkook asked after awhile. 

“my mom thinks that i need to be in a relationship to be happy since i’m getting ready to enter the real world,” you sigh, rolling your eyes and leaning into your elbows that rested on the table.

“thats stupid,” jungkook scoffs, leaning into the booth. you were caught off guard by this, expecting jungkook to somewhat agree with your mother.

“you look surprised,” he says, gauging your reaction.

“i kind of am. not gonna lie, i was expecting you to agree with her,” you say, shrugging. the waiter brings your slices and leaves you two alone, settling back into the conversation.

“no way. if you want to be single, you should. i’m sure you’re single by choice anyways,” jungkook says, picking up his pizza and taking a huge bite of it.

“what do you mean?” you ask him, slightly confused behind the intentions of his sentence. 

“i just mean that you’re insanely smart, funny and talented. and you’re extremely beautiful. if you wanted any guy, you could have him,” jungkook shrugs, munching on his pizza in peace. meanwhile, his statement sent you into a frenzy. who knew jeon jungkook thought so highly of you. you were under the impression that he dispised your entire being. he never really complimented you before, so his statement shocked you. 

“never knew you thought so highly of me,” you said, smiling to yourself. you can’t really explain it and you don’t know why, but knowing how jungkook truly felt about you made you extremely happy. 

“there’s a lot you don’t now about me,” he winks, causing you to roll your eyes and eat your pizza. and yet again, you missed the way jungkook smiled at you, enjoying your presence more than he would care to admit to. 

=

“i don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet,” you murmur, feeling your hands start to shake as you stood outside the venue. 

“you’re going to have to be, because we’re out of time,” jungkook smiles, taking hold of your hand and waltzing you two into the building. your mom had asked you to come early for a surprise so you decided to give her a surprise of your own.

“jungkook, maybe we should say you caught food poisoning and we had to leave,” you murmured as jungkook continued to drag you further and further into the building. jungkook smiled at your child-like nature and shook his head.

“we’ve come too far to give up now. let’s just rock this and get home,” he says, smiling at you. you felt a sudden urge of confidence that surges through you and gives you enough momentum to swing open the doors of the chapel hall. you were taken aback by the way the chairs are decorated with white pieces, hanging off the backs. you take notice of the pale yellow and white combo that you didn’t think would match so well. you felt happy for your mom and that she met someone who loved her so much that they were willing to do this for her to cherish the day.

“it’s beautiful,” you gape, admiring all the minute details your mother probably agonized over. jungkook admired the astonished look on your face as you practically ignored his presence to take in your surroundings. he always found you beautiful, but watching you be you while nobody was looking was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. jungkook had the biggest crush on you for as long as he could remember. and he refused to even fathom the thought of confessing to you when he knew how you felt. he knew you couldn’t stand his lifestyle, his choices that he’s made regrettably. but how else was he supposed to cope with the fact with the one person he’s allowed to steal his heart hates him. 

“ah, there you are,” a voice says from behind you two. you both turn around and you see your mom, hair curlers and full glam. 

“hi mama,” you smile, running up to her and giving her a big hug. 

“hi sweet pea,” your mama coos, swaying you both back and forth. you pull back and look behind you to see jeon smiling at the interaction. this made your heart jump for a split second before you returned back to your surroundings.

“ma, this is my boyfriend, jeon jungkook,” you smile. 

“oh my, you’re so handsome,” your mother gushes, rushing up to him and pulling him into a hug.

“thank you,” jungkook smiles, blushing slightly. you’ve never seen jeon blush before and to see him in a such a fragile state made you happy. and you couldn’t seem to figure out why. your mom finally released jeon from her clutches and she turned back to you. 

“hun, i’ve got a surprise for you. follow me,” she says, grabbing yours and jeon’s hands dragging you to what you assumed was the dressing room. there were two dresses that were covered hanging off of a clothing rack. your mom shoves you guys onto a couch and rushes over to the dresses.

“one of these beauties will be yours to wear for the wedding because… hon, will you be my maid of honor?” your mother asks, eyes full of stars that made your heart swell. you felt the air leave your lungs and your heart begin to race. you remember watching your mom struggle with love all her life, her face in a frown always. you’ve never seen your mom so happy now, and you would do anything just to see her happy. 

“ma, are you serious?” you ask, wanting to be sure this is what she really wanted. 

“of course baby,” she smiles. you jump up and hug her tightly, muttering a yes into her hair. you both squeal with delight, jumping in place like teenage girls. suddenly, another pair of arms are wrapped around you, chest pressed against your back. you managed to look up and see jungkook bouncing with you and your mom. 

“i wanted to join too,” jungkook says, his voice high pitched and filled with excitement which in response, made you giggle. you all finally stop bouncing and jungkook pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, catching you off guard. you felt your heart race and you swore his heartbeat matched yours. you brushed it off as it being the sudden activity you all had just endured.

“i’ll leave you two alone so you can try the dresses,” your mother says after she catches her breath, winking at you. 

“you’re just gonna let your daughter get undressed in front of her boyfriend alone?” you ask incredulously. 

“hon, he’s your boyfriend. i’m sure he’s seen more,” she giggles, exiting the room, leaving you with your jaw wide open. 

“can you believe this?” you ask, shocked at your mothers bold statement.

“i’ve always wondered where you get your vulgarity from,” jungkook teases, his chest causing a vibration that you felt in your back, reminding you of your close, read as nonexistent, proximity. you push yourself away and whip around to face him, catching a glimpse of him trying to fight the smile that tried its best to take place on his delicate features.

“i’m not vulgar and you’re not watching me change. however, i do need an opinion on the dresses, so i guess you can stay,” you say, walking past him to try on the dresses. you snatch both of them of the rack and head into the bathroom, changing into dress number one. 

at first you thought it was a joke, the frills and exotic colors making your eyes hurt from how loud it was. you tried it on anyway, and you couldn’t believe how ridiculous you looked. no way your mother was being serious when she picked this dress out. you unlocked the bathroom door and stopped your way to where jungkook was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. you clear your throat to capture his attention and you nearly explode with the laughter with the way his eyes widen and face drops.

“what do you think?” you ask him, twirling around in the godforsaken dress you know your mother probably bought as a joke. 

“i think the longer you look at it, the worse it gets,” jungkook says, a dumbfounded look on his face. you withhold your laughter and stare at him in distaste.

“yeah like your face,” you scoff, playing with the dress as if you actually admired it. 

“are you gonna wear that?” he asks, secretly hoping you’d say no so he could release a breathe he didn’t know he was holding. 

“well, i like it, don’t you?” you say, continuing to pretend like you actually were considering wearing this deafening dress. 

“uh.. if you like it then… sure,” jungkook says, shifting in his seat. you admired the fact that he was trying to cater to your feelings and for some reason it made your heart race at the thought. you don’t know whats been going on with you lately but every kind gesture has made your heart race with excitement. you didn’t know when it happened, but you started looking at jungkook as more and it scared you. you couldn’t be with him. you knew that. jungkook had a reputation, and he was proud of it. he was proud of the amount of women he could pull in one night. hell, in one hour. he was used to the idea that feelings were a concept he wasn’t willing to understand or try out. and you had to accept that.

“i’m messing with you gukkie. my mom probably bought this as a gag, the real dress is still in its cover,” you say laughing at jungkooks face that was contorted into one of discomfort. you leave him to relish in your teasing as you retreat back to the bathroom to change into the actual dress. you could still hear jungkook laugh to himself as you unzipped the dress to change into the other one. little did you know, he was laughing to himself about the nickname you gave him. he’s never had a nickname he actually enjoyed before. he was still lost in the thought of you calling him gukkie forever when you finally exited the bathroom.

he always thought those scenes in cheesy rom-com teen films where the guy is staring at the girl like she’s the only one that matters was cliche. but he was wrong. so very wrong. watching you in the tight floor length pale yellow dress that just made you glow knocked all the air out of his lungs. you’re hair that was in a messy ponytail allowed some pieces of hair to frame your face as you continued to fumble with the dress.

“it’s a little longer than i thought, but it fits well, yeah?” you say, still looking down at the gown. you honestly felt ridiculous. you rarely dress up like this. you hid your body underneath baggy clothing so to have something so tightly pressed against your body made you severely insecure. the silence coming from jungkook made everything worse. you looked up to see jungkook leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs, hands holding his head up. there was a look in his eye you had never seen before and it made your stomach churn with excitement.

“that bad huh?” you joke, hoping to ease some of the tension that was building in the room. jungkook stands to his feet and approaches you, his body so close to yours you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. 

“you look beautiful,” jungkook says, smiling down at you. you feel yourself blush and begin to fumble with your fingers, a nervous tic jungkook found absolutely adorable. jungkook was helplessly in love with you, this much he knew. from the way you laughed, to the way you rolled your eyes in his presence. he loved the way you gave yourself wholly to the ones you cared about, willing and able to do any and everything for the people you love. he loved the way you strived to work hard and how incredibly intelligent you were. and suddenly, his heart was full with all the love he was dying to give you, but know he never could. because you deserved much more than some player who was willing to sleep with anything with legs. but if he could at least pretend like the love between you two was real, even if for a short while, he’ll take it. as desperate as he was, he wanted to know what it felt like to have you love him back. even if he knew it was all pretend. 

“jungkook, i can’t thank you enough for doing this. i know you would rather be in some girls bed trying to figure out a way to sneak out without her noticing, but i’m glad you’re here… with me,” you smile, hands gripping his bicep’s to keep him close. his cologne was hypnotizing, causing you to pull him closer and closer.

“there’s no place i would rather be,” jungkook said honestly, placing his hands onto your waist, allowing you to lean in. 

“you don’t mean that,” you scoff, smiling and rolling your eyes, getting ready to pull yourself back from a dangerous territory. jungkook stops this from happening, wrapping his arm around you til your pressed flush against his body. 

“you have no idea how bad i want you. all of you. mind, body and soul. but for right now, for the sake of our friendship and the momentum its growing, i will take you in whatever way you will allow me to have,” jungkooks says, forehead pressed against yours as he wills himself to hold back from pressing his lips against yours and taking you on the small couch in the dressing room. the words jungkook spoke so honestly made you shake from it’s intensity. 

“jungkook i--” 

“how’d the dress fit?” you mother asks, barging into the room. you and jungkook scramble apart from one another, him taking seat on the couch and you standing in front of him. you mother misses the way you two seemed highly unfocused and nervous as she coos over how adorable you look in the right dress. 

“you need to finish getting your hair and makeup done, so scooch along so me and your beautiful boyfriend can get to know each other,” your mother says shoving you out of the room and directing you to where the other bridesmaids were getting their hair and makeup done. it wasn’t until you were sat in the chair that you realized.. your mother and jungkook were alone. oh boy. 

=

you never felt so girly in your life. your hair was curled and put up in a half up half down situation, your makeup light and barely noticeable, but enough to tell you were wearing it. this wasn��t you, you didn’t like wearing makeup mainly because at the end of the day you forget to take it off and causes acne. you were working part time and went to school full time so you always left your hair in a ponytail or a bun. this look was new for you and you were kind of excited yet nervous for jungkook’s reaction. 

you surprised yourself with the thought, not really caring about jungkook’s opinions before, but now it was all you could think of, and that scared you. you knew this was just a favor he was owing to you, but he was really going above and beyond and it warmed your heart. but you had to remind yourself that you were just friends, nothing more. hell, you were barely friends. had it not been for you incessant need to prove yourself to your mom, you two would’ve never even became cordial with one another. 

you brush these thoughts aside, trying to manifest positive vibes for such a joyous occasion. you leave the dressing room, filled with chatter, in search of jungkook who may be suffering your mother’s constant conversation. you return back to the room you first were in when you arrived, catching your mother exiting the room. 

“you didn’t scare him off, did you?” you tease, hugging your mom. 

“honey, you look beautiful!,” your mom gushes, taking in the sight of her daughter. you smile and thank her, happy that she was happy.

“is he still in there?” you ask, nodding towards the door she came out of. she giggled and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“he is, and he is absolutely in love with you,” she smiles, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“what do you mean?” you ask, your heart starting to race. 

“the way he talks about you, the way his eyes gleam with love with the mere thought of you. hunny, this man is undoubtedly in love with you,” she smiles. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, there was no way that jeon jungkook, the university playboy, is in love with you. you two barely conversed without an argument taking place. you doubt he knew anything about you, despite you two running in the same circles. sure, you knew a lot about him, just because your friends talked about him a lot and it was hard not to listen to sometimes. 

“you’re crazy ma. you need to finish getting ready, the weddings going to start soon,” you laugh, trying to brush off the conversation. 

“jungkook is in there getting ready, one of robert’s groomsmen caught food poisoning so he’s gonna walk down the aisle with your cousin, sam,” she said, rushing off to get ready, leaving you no room to reply. this wasn’t what he signed up for and you felt bad, so you went into the room to check on him. you caught him standing in front of the vanity, trying to finish off his tie. you had seen jungkook dressed up before, but there was something different about this time. you felt something more for him, and honestly, you always have. but his reputation…

“looking sharp,” you smile, looking up at him. his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he smiles, and this time you see it. the love your mother was talking about.

“you look beautiful, as usual,” he says, his charm peeking through. you scoff at his comment, walking up to him. you seemed small compared to him, and it was kind of an odd sight for you. you leaned your head against his shoulder, just staring at him staring at you through the mirror. 

“something on your mind?” he asks, noticing how lost in thought you were. you focus in on him and the surroundings around you.

“my ma said something interesting earlier that’s got me thinking is all,” you say, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue much further. you didn’t want to make the air awkward or uncomfortable by trying to involve feelings, but a big part of you want to know how he feels from his own lips. 

“what did she say?” he asked, his nerves jumping. he didn’t say anything wrong did he? he tried to be as cordial and respectful as possible, wanting your mother to like him. if things were to happen in the future, he didn’t want to be on bad terms with your mother. 

“she said… she said that you love me?” you murmur, you heart caught in your throat now that the truth was out there and you can’t take it back. jungkook froze, caught off guard by your confession. he wanted to play it off like it wasn’t true, that your mother was delusional. but he knew the truth. and he knew that you also knew it too. he wanted you. he’s always wanted you. and now, he’s presented with the opportunity to have you in any way he wants and he can’t make the move to move forward.

“is it true?” you ask, trying to get a clear and concise answer. you’re not sure what’s going to happen, regardless of what his answer is, but the anxiety of not knowing is starting to kill you. you shouldn’t be forcing him to confess, but now that it was out there in the air, you couldn’t take it back. maybe you should tell him?

“if you’re not comfortable talking about it it’s o--”

“i love you,” he blurts, interrupting you. you pick your head up off of his shoulder and now you’re standing side by side, staring at him through the vanity mirror. you’re frozen, unsure of what to do now. you didn’t actually think he was going to say it. you thought your mother was pulling your leg. but she didn’t know that you two weren’t actually a couple and maybe that’s why you had hoped what she said was true. 

“did you hear me?” he asks, voice laced with nerves. he couldn’t even begin to explain the amount of fear and vulnerability he was feeling at the moment. he meant it. he loved you. but why should you believe him. he was a playboy, and though you may never understand his reasons as to why he tried so hard to escape you by sleeping with other people, he wanted nothing more for you to believe him now. 

“i did,” you whisper, afraid that the sound of your beating heart was louder than the words you spoke. you wanted him, god you wanted him, but you were scared that his words were from false bravado. a heat of the moment feeling that was fleeting. 

“i know you might not believe me, and you have every right not to. but i love you with my entire being and.. it’s scary,” he chuckles, trying to explain his emotions to the only person he’s ever been vulnerable with. 

“and like i told you earlier, for the sake of us finally gaining friendship, i will play it to your pace and whenever you’re ready, let me know. because i’ll be here,” he smiles. he turns to you, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before walking out of the room, leaving you confused as to what the hell just happened.

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an: part two? let me know :)

[hanawrites404]

Wynne’s Birthday Diary - Erik Naveen

"The sunset seems....... pleasant today huh" brushing the strands of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear, I gaze at the vermilion golden meltdown of the star ahead of me, as I held the hem of the dress I was wearing for today in my hand.

"It sure does, Wynne" the blonde beside me, her hair reflecting the hues of the scenery in front of us, and her eyes repainted with the warm colours. We both were at our leisures in the ash docks, waiting for exactly two people to arrive as specified by me to both of them. Nadia had left me early for today, and Asra freed his apprentice the same, and that's how we both were quick on reaching the meeting spot, near the smoky sea and the Vesuvian horizon.

The sunset felt pretty warm and balmy today. Hah. I totally wondered why.

"Hello ladies. Sorry it took me some time to arrive" me and Salette (@utopia-t) turned to the male's voice, and were not surprised to find the curly brunet, rubbing his reddened knuckles and walking towards us with his brown boots clicking by each step of his long legs.

"Good you came on time, William" I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again, as he gave an acknowledging nod.

"Right I did" he replied, scratching his head and looking away for a bit, and then locked his eyes again with me. "So when is Erik coming?"

"He told me that would come after he is done with his deliveries" Salette this time replied and I nodded in agreement.

"I see.....Then let's wait for him in the meantime" William (@hokorri) then walks past us and sits on one of the huge rocks, resting his back carefully against them as he peered at the luminescent sight. His skin and his eyes turning the same golden as the sleeping sun.

"Sure" I then grab William's hand and pulled myself up to sit beside him, and brought Salette with me to join.

"So what's with your attire?" William asked me.

"Huh??" I turned to him. This question of his kind of caught me off guard. William faced me, his face as stoic as always, but his eyes said something else. He had.........deride??

"You heard me, Toprak" he blatantly replied, and I felt my cheeks warming up. Not by the sun, but by my own blood and my nervous emotions of blush.

"Oh yes! This reminds me too. You are dressed up exceptionally well today. This Prussian blue dress, and these blue hibiscuses on your hair. I wonder what's the reason, because you usually don't wear anything other than your normal clothes" Salette was the next to ask.

I looked at both of them simultaneously, and felt shamefully silent, not because I didn't know the answer, but because I was too timid to speak it out loud. Even if it was infront of my two best friends.

I looked away, clearing my throat and really racking my brain to think of a dodge to this flustering question.

But then, according to the universal laws and truths that binds the realms together,

Mr. William Hillenberg is a bitch.

"Perhaps it's for...... impressing a certain someone??" His lips curved up into a smirk as he inched close to my face. My eyes widened, and I desperately scooted away from him, bumping to Salette. But instead of defending me, she grabbed my shoulders, and formed somewhat of a grin herself.

"Or is it for getting their attention?" The blonde added on. Shit. Fuck. She was clearly on the surgeon's side. This got me even more nervous.

"Hmmm....maybe I know who it is" She chuckled and pinched my pink cheek from behind.

"And so do I" William stroked my other reddened cheek. Both of them still had their teasing grin on each of their faces, as they fondled with me. Gods they both were killing me slowly from embarrassment.

"J-Jeez.....stop it! It's nothing like that" I protested.

"Are you sure Pipsqueak? You sure it isn't someone who is hypermetrophic?" William pressed more, closing up to me. It was very intimidating that how his eyes narrowed like that of a predatory cat.

"And also that he loves blue and hibiscuses of the same colour??" Salette squeezed my shoulders and chuckled near my ear, which sent shivers down my spine.

It really looked impossible to escape from them now. By how they knew why I was dressed up, and by how they knew for whom it was. It was fucking frightening and horrifying. That it got me this twisted and bamboozled. I really didn't seem to have any other choice other than to admit. Or maybe protest further, but that would lead to even worse bullying.

Fuck I was definitely cornered. Is there any way, ANY OTHER GODDAMN WAY, to escape this tight situation?? Because I was really living my own death right now. The murder of my own self because my response system was not working at all due to overdose of diffidence. All because of my best friends' curiousity about my love life. Just fucking amazing.

But oh lord thank you to the lovely sea lemons and the baby turtles that my prayers were answered, as a certain blue-haired angel ran to us hurriedly.

"Sal!! William!!" We heard the familiar voice from behind as we turned around at the same time, only to find the blue-headed soft tanned man for whom we all had been waiting for, stumbling his way down the pale sands as soon as he can, his hand waving to us.

"Erik!!" William instantly jumped off from the rocks and approached him, dismissing the recent mockery for now, and Salette too gracefully slides down the boulders to join William as she hugged Erik (@sylph-dreams) and wished him for his special day, while I just gazed at the two of them and the birthday boy with a smile on my face from above. The sea breeze playing with my hair and my dress.

"Many many happy returns of the day, Erik" William embraced him next and kissed his head, and I could hear Erik giggling from his touch as he kissed him back many times on his face.

"Hey hey stop" I heard William laugh, this slipped a chuckle from my throat. Erik then giggles and stops, pulling away from him. And that's when it happened.

He saw me.

When his eyes fell on me, he froze. He did not look away or even move himself. He just kept staring at me, with awe and wonder. His mouth was also in a small gape, as if he had just witnessed a silver blue dolphin making its gigantic leap across the waters, diving ever so poised back into its home. It was very adorable of him, however it seemed pretty amusing to me because, this was not the first time he had seen me dressing in such a manner. But how he reacted every time to it was worth watching and never forgetting. Truly.

"Don't open your mouth for so long, Erik" William pushes his chin up to shut his agaped mouth as Salette and I giggled to it. Soon after I too got off from the rocks and walked to the tanned man. As I grabbed both of his hands gently, looking into his eyes with a smile on my face, I whispered the words.

"Happy Birthday My Dear Erik~" I gently squeezed his bigger hands with mine, his warmth flushing through my cold palms.

Erik's cheeks turned a bit pink. "T-Thank you, Wynne. Thanks a lot" he said, and I flashed him another smile.

He rubbed my knuckles with his thumbs delicately. The corner of his lips were slightly curved upwards in a pleasant beam, as comforting as the last sun rays, and his eyes glimmering like heavenly orbs. He grinned wider and brought my hands closer to his lips till they touched weightlessly.

It was now my face's turn to heat from bloom, but it turned even more when I noticed him smirking at me from my hands, and his eyes were glowing with tease and mischief. I looked away, my lips pursed together as I tried my hard to resist the fluster.

Jeez why it had to be today that everyone satirise me more than ever?? Just why?!!!

"So this is why y'all invited me over to the beaches, because I was really thinking that you were calling me for a group swim haha!!" Erik laughed after he backed away from me, totally acting like he wasn't pawing me in front of my friends.

"We were initially planning to celebrate at the shop, but Wynne said that you liked staying near the sea. And me and William loved the idea, which is why we set up a small party for you here" Salette answered.

"Oh!! really?? A whole party just for me??" The bluenet's eyes shone like that of a exuberant child after spotting exclusive candies at his favourite grocer during errands.

"Why yes, My Dear. We all took some of our time out of our schedules to organise it. I wasn't actually wanting to attend the party and rather to just drop by personally to you with a gift, but Toprak and this blonde lady weren't leaving me alone, so that was one motivation" William nudged me while I rolled my eyes.

Erik laughed and patted William's shoulder. "I am glad Wynne and Sal forced you to come. The celebration would have been incomplete without my best friend yah know". William sighed and held Erik's hand, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah. I know" William replied with a weak smile. Erik then out of nowhere engulfed both Salette and William, catching both of them off-guard for a second, I chuckled at the scene. The two however embraced him back, bright twinkles on each of their faces.

"Thank you guys......I love yah both a lot......." Erik murmured. Honestly, I cannot even find words can describe the feeling of happiness which was literally radiating out of him. It was as strong as reflected white light, yet as gentle as the lake ripples. Very acute, yet at ease. I didn't know what it was, but it was gratifying by every angle.

Howbeit, as lost in my thoughts I was, I forgot about my consciousness until I felt soft strong arms engulfing me and pulling me closer to themselves. I blinked twice and looked up, and I was surprised, obviously.

"Umm.....Erik??" I awkwardly held his shoulder as I felt his arms gripping my waist tighter. I chuckled, hugging him back. Now this was expected yet also quite the opposite to my thoughts. I wondered the reason behind his actions, and the response came to me in two shakes.

"You deserve a separate hug, Princess" he simply answered. A clear rationale, though swelled my chest from a patent contentment of recieving such a direct affection from the birthday boy. Maybe that's the exact reason. Because he is the birthday boy. Or was it because of something else. Something more......closer...........

But as soon as I was about to open my mouth to speak, I felt rumbling down my stomach. It startled me as I jumped back a bit, damn it was pretty shaky too. But it didn't feel like it came from my body. I wondered who's was it. But then it hit me.

"Oh jeez. I am very hungry. Yah have something to snack on?" Erik asked. So it was his stomach which was speaking out its pleads that it was prominent enough to reach through me. It wasn't astonishing to me though. Poor man had been delivering goods from one place to another not caring about how long the distance was or how heavy the things weighed.

He has been working the whole day even on his birthday, it was pitiful. At least he should have taken a leave for that. But oh well, if he wants to carry his duty even during his special day, I would let him. I have no rights on him, but only when things turn dangerous, I am the one in-charge. Not that I don't trust him, I just want to protect him. But only when it's gravely needed. Otherwise he is strong enough to tackle.

"How about we have the cake and the other food right now?" Salette suggested. I didn't even notice the sun almost under the horizon after the hug. The sky had turned navy now, with the residual of the shining streaks lined up broadly. Like a tricolour, it had enveloped the globe, and the stars were finally appearing from their hideouts. It was very pleasant, almost like the sunset earlier, but with a disparate observe.

"I agree. We should start right away" William nodded.

"Wynne, can you bring the cake then?" The blonde requested me. "Sure" I shrugged and went to bring the main dessert. This time, I would have to say, was different than any other cakes I had prepared for my every other loved one's birthday. It had an ingredient I had never used previously, and it took me much much bargains to get it since it was not so frequent to be sold in the markets. A very rare exotic stuff. Not to mention I had never tasted it before. But by Salette's advice, I had baked it with her and William the same as Erik preferred it.

It was a purple yam cake, also called Ube cake. A traditional Filipino dish, and Erik's beloved favourite. All the struggles to get the main ingredient was worth it for him, as his face switching to glee and his words of adulation was more than enough to satisfy all of our efforts for him. His tears of joy at the end were a bit overwhelming though, but we accepted that. We didn't wanted to make him cry out in his birthday you know haha!

Nevertheless, Erik held us all close, not leaving any one of us behind, as he made his wish in his beautiful mind and blew the fire off the candles, with all three of us by his side.

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday Dear Erik

Happy Birthday To You 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Erik had his bite of the cake from the piece, and the hearings of yumminess escaping from his lips second by second, a unique sound by every bite, was amusing and heartwarming to listen and witness. It was cute and youthful, just like him. That made us even more happier. William was delighted, much to his own satisfaction, and me and Salette were grateful for the little party going very well.

Later then we had deep fried tofu with blue tea. Sounds pretty light and effortless, but sufficient for all of our hearts and tummies. We had actually decided beforehand that nothing fancy would be there because Erik was the type of guy to like homely chattels and servings, and same was with us, no matter royals or not. Snugs were what we liked.

With the tea and blueberry scones, we all had our lovely time taken out from our usual livings specifically for our lovely man. The nature also forgave us and provided a nice cool ambience to suit us all. We gossiped, we argued, we laughed. It was a good friendly night. Nothing to disrupt us. Just the ocean waves and the starry sky, now what else do we need?

Oh....... presents..........

Now THIS was one of the most interesting part.

First was William, because he wanted to get it over with quick. Tch, how classic of him. He gave Erik a trinket of spiralling blue seashell fossil. Hmm....a practical and beautiful gift, how classic of him again!

Erik was really elated. He was about to smother William's whole face again with kisses that we had to stop him in the middle. Jesus I promise won't be surprised if I find them trying to eat each other someday.

Anyways. Salette, being the best girl as always, gave Erik what he absolutely loved. And that would be high heels. Noticing, fashionable ruby red high heels. Holy shit. Even I was impressed. And Erik even more. He was delighted! He hugged Salette pretty tightly that the poor lady had to gasp for air but kept laughing as if nothing was wrong. Gosh these dorks.

And finally was me. I......I actually didn't know what to gift him originally. I was in a dilemma. Because I was thinking of special, but also not too fancy, because I didn't want to inundate him so much. It was really messing with my mind to such a point that I had to escape to my realm. And I slept there, and kept thinking about him. But when I woke up, little did I know, that Erik's gift was ready, and was lying right in my hands.

It was a single pink pearl, shining against my palms. It's smooth light was welcoming, and its aura was dignified.

Though it was a bit bigger than the first toenail, it was perfect! And fitting! And I had decided that nothing else would have been the best gift for him. And when I finally handed him my present after we both were alone (William and Salette had decided to take a walk together down the sands), Erik went silent. I had gotten scared for a moment when he went speechless like that, that I had given him something which offended him.

But turns out I was wrong, when he pulled me closer to himself, and looked directly into me. I couldn't really read what he was reflecting from his eyes, but all I could see was myself, and some sparks in his jade orbs. I had gotten lost in them, they were beautiful, and didn't even notice that my chin was pulled and a quick kiss had been stolen from my very lips without me knowing about it.

"Thank you~" was the deep whisper which broke me from my trance, and I was left dumbfounded, with Erik not in front of me anymore. I blinked, shook my head, and searched for the man, only to find him walking along the other two. I wanted to join, but my legs seemed to not listen to me. And good thing they didn't listen, when I watched Erik running back to me and taking me into his strong arms facilely.

"Cannot forget the princess, yah know" he winked, this time leaving me speechless and flustered. Erik chuckled and kissed my cheek, then starting to follow his friends. I kept my mouth shut by the way, I wanted to enjoy this moment silently. With him, the ocean, the sky, and my two lovely friends.

[ohthatsviolet]

Miroctane Event Day 4 - Pining

Words: 1,267

Summary: Elliott thinks he may have a crush on Octavio, but it's fine. He'll totally get over it...right?

Ao3 link will be in the RBs.

Elliott hasn’t felt this way before. All of his previous relationships or arrangements he’d kind of just...fallen into them. They seemed to just happen. Maybe that explained why he was still single. He rolled over onto his side, taking a quick glance at the clock on his bedside locker; it was close to 3am and he just couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of the evening gone before. He’d invited a group of Legends back to the Paradise Lounge for drinks which wasn’t out of the ordinary. But something special had happened this time around and it was the reason for his heart beating this fast and the fluttering in his stomach. Octavio had shown up, he’d stayed for the entire time and most importantly, he was mask-less.

For as long as Octavio had been part of the Apex Games, Elliott had a soft-spot for him. Sure, when most people looked at him all they saw was a daredevil on the hunt for his next big rush. Elliott would admit he’d thought similarly when they’d first met but he quickly realised he’d misjudged the runner completely. They’d been on a squad together multiple times and worked surprisingly well together. Octavio was a great asset to have on your team. He was always optimistic about your chances of winning, he was quick to think on his feet and his ability to cause distractions always worked in Elliott’s favour, snagging him a satisfying bamboozle or giving him a chance to get their other teammate out of the fray without anyone noticing. Outside of the games, Octavio was just as compelling to be around. He was always a source of interesting conversation, had a fondness for small animals and was unexpectedly good at mathematics. He had a certain unique charm to him. Elliott had learned about gravitational pulls in school but he’s not quite sure he understood the concept until Octavio came on the scene.

After tonight’s get-to-together, Elliott was beginning to wonder if that soft-spot was becoming something else, due to the tight knot that would form in his chest whenever he thought of him. He hadn’t even recognised the runner at first when he’d brought a large tray of drinks to the Legends’ table, but as soon as Octavio began to laugh at something Gibraltar had said, something clicked inside his mind. He’d recognise that laugh anywhere - full of joy and mischief that made you want to join in. If everyone else had gotten up and left the table that night, Elliott surely wouldn’t have noticed. Octavio had his full attention as he began to tell his own story about some stunt he’d done a few years ago. He was as animated as ever, moving around in his seat as if he was a one man play. Octavio talked with his hands a lot, his fingers adorned with chipped black nailpolish, though one was wrapped with a smiley face bandaid, it's expression matched by Elliott the entire time we watched. He wondered what trouble the speedster had gotten into to earn it but found himself drawn back to Octavio's face before he could make a guess. His hazel eyes seemed to sparkle the whole time he spoke. He clicked his tongue piercing against his chipped front tooth when he paused for too long and his freckled cheeks would rise with a crooked, warm smile when someone asked him a question about his tale, giving him cause to continue talking.

So, maybe he had a little crush on the guy. It’s not like it mattered. Octavio would never go for someone like him. Elliott lived an exciting enough life for some, but in comparison to Octavio he was painfully average as best. Octavio had a massive fanbase and toured the Outlands on his own accord like he was some sort of rockstar. Elliott spent the days he wasn’t in the arena hunched over his desk working on something holo-tech related or sweeping up peanut shells and unclogging toilets in the Paradise Lounge. He highly doubted that would be appealing to someone as highflying as Octavio. It was just a stupid crush. He’d get over it.

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It was a little after 5am when Elliott looked at the clock again. He must have fallen asleep for a little while but was now being disturbed by a persistent knocking on his front door. He groaned huskily as he dragged himself out of bed and towards the source of the sound, fully prepared to berate whoever was on the other side for thinking this was a reasonable time to pay him a visit. He was expecting to find Pathfinder or Wraith, both of which were known for their unusual sleep or charging schedules...or whatever it is Pathfinder does. He furrowed his eyebrows in preparation but they quickly rose in surprise when he found someone he truly wasn’t expecting to find standing in the hallway outside his apartment: Octavio Silva himself.

“Octane...Octavio?!” Elliott stammered, suddenly very aware of the fact that he was just in his briefs and an oversized t-shirt. “Wh-what are you doing here?” Octavio shot him a wicked smile, his hand coming to rest against the doorframe. “I came to see you.” “You...did?” the trickster questioned in disbelief, no longer concerned about how late it was for a visit. “Why?” “You think I didn’t notice?” Octavio began, dragging his tongue piercing across his lips in a way that made Elliott feel slightly light-headed. “N-notice what?” “The way you were looking at me across the table all night.” Elliott’s cheeks began to burn. Had he really been that obvious? “I’m sorry, I...shit,” he stumbled, his hands moving to tug at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to salvage some of the dignity he was quickly losing. “God, I...am such a mess right now. You prob-probably think I’m-” “Guapo.” “...Guapo?” Octavio laughed with a low rumble in his chest. “Si.” He stepped towards him, coming so close Elliott became sandwiched between the door and his smaller frame. “H-hey, listen,” Elliott began, the rest of his body beginning to feel warm now that Octavio had decided to share his heat with him. “I’m sorry about, uh...the t-table thing. I didn’t mean to be like...cr-creepy or whatever.” Octavio shook his head, giving him another one of those smiles. “Maybe I like it when you look at me,” he purred, pushing himself onto the toes of his metal feet so he could bring their faces closer together. “Maybe I want you to do it some more.” Elliott swallowed thickly, looking down at the smaller man who was looking at him through lowered lashes. “R-really? I…I...wa-...Oct-”

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~Beep beep beep beep~

“Mmph…’tavio…?” Elliott’s eyes flickered open, the side of his face feeling wet and sticky. He pushed himself onto one elbow, sleepily bringing a hand down onto his clock to shut off the alarm. He looked beneath him, finding a heavily drooled on pillow tucked against his chest. “Oh, fuck me,” he grumbled to himself, as he sat up and scrubbed at his cheek with the back of his hand. Had he seriously dreamt that whole thing? He sighed heavily and buried his hot face into his hands, thankful that he was alone right now so no one else would have to witness this humiliating moment; especially Octavio. He shook his head, sending his curls into a tousled mess in front of his eyes. This was just a stupid crush; though he was beginning to doubt that he’d be able to get over it.

[magicflowershop]

one day kitty; Kita version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

kita was having a good time by himself in his grandmother’s rice fields, feeling the breeze like the precious farm boi he is,,, when he saw a cat sleeping on a wet patch in the middle of the field

gathering concern for the little cat, he brought him home and decided to clean it up 

then you woke up

you felt something scrubbing your back when you open your eyes you see a guy aiming a hose at you 

you scream bc obv, but that scream translated into a screech leaving your mouth and you see your hand

homie that was a paw

why do u have a paw?????

"stay still, you might hurt yourself”

and why is there a Kita Shinsuke spraying water at you lmao

you see that he’s kinda annoyed that you’re moving so much while he’s trying to clean you up but at the same time you arent sure since he isnt easy to read and that don’t know him too well rip so you let yourself be cleaned for free ig

but yo what the hell??? so you’re a cat now????

you try to remember what happened before all this and how in the world you suddenly turned into a cat and magically wake up in Kita’s place 

you dont know the exact location of his place so you have no idea how to get back home from here

Kita pulled the cat closer to him, and wiping the wet fur with a towel as generously as he could that the cat soon found comfort from his gentle caresses

okay maybe you could stay for a while yk huehue

“you’re having fun”

you hear a familiar voice from a mile away, you look back and see a fat, creepy cat standing on two of its hind feet

o wait

you saw that cat last night when you were watching the shooting star outside,,, you thought it’d be cute if you suddenly wished for something so you did then that thing appeared outta nowhere promising you that he can make your wish come true than compared to a stupid star

so he forced the wish outta you

that you wished to be closer to a guy you admired,, and you had a lot of crushes in your school ykyk,,, just that Kita takes the entire cake

“you have until midnight to remain as a cat. be sure to leisurely fulfill your desires, y/n.”

and so he vanished

while knowing full well you’re basically Cinderella now, you take consideration of your leisure time with Kita-sama

do you stay or do you go home first to check on your household

“oh what do we have here?”

Kita’s grandma entered the scene and you think that okay maybe this development is a little too quick since you weren’t ready to face his relatives yet

“i found this cat in the fields. it looked like it could get sick so i cleaned it”

o yea you were a damn cat

also Kita calls you freakin “it”

:) 

pennywise who

you chose to stay in Kita’s place bc grandma thought it’d be lovely to let you stay there for a while,, and that you looked like you were starving when you saw the food on the table

thank goodness you were a cat bc jesus were you actually drooling

so you spent time in Kita’s place big deal

but his place isn’t what you’re aimed for no?

“i’m leaving”

Kita says putting on his shoes, ready to leave and he’s wearing casual clothes,, you don’t think he’s going to school for volleyball practice

IS HE GOING ON A DATE????????????

lmao

as if thats actually true cmon Kita doesn’t even hang out with girls that much,,, even though he prolly has a bunch of admirers like the other Inarizaki Vball bois

but what if he swang that wae?

??????????

so you followed him right?

you wanted to find out where he’s headed also that he looked good in casual clothes you just want to keep looking at him like this 

Kita went to the grocery store

ah

and apparently he was buying ingredients to make food

ahh

so you begin to think that you were foolish for lowkey gate-keeping him

like sis cmon you’re a cat rn keep your head in the game,, what do you do with those paws of yours that cant even grab his hand and pull him away when he was about to bump into a girl as he was about to grab a bottle of tomato paste

heck you cant even get inside the damn grocery store and walk in between them cause you’re a fcking cat!!!!!!!!

you watch their mouths say sorries to each other

the girl was blushing

hm?

Kita looked worried that he couldve hurt her since the hag was coverin her face

hm

nani k

n̸̢̪̜͚͑́̾́̑̋ á̴̠̜̳͖̼̃͗̚͘͠ͅ n̵̼͙͇̻̹̓͜͜ i̷̥̲̻̪͈̞̙̩͛̾̅̓͝͝͠ ̶̨̡̜̞̟͆̿̈́͜ḵ̶̂̓̀̚ o̶͎͛̋̋̊͋̊̅̈̅ͅ r̶͙̮̱͊̎͠ ę̷̺̪͎͈̗̖̯̣͍͒͊̒͆͂̈́͛́̒̃

you started tapping the glass windows like mad SKSKD

and ofc since you’re a stray animal ppl wont let u get away with absolutely anything so one personnel saw you tapping the windows and shouted at you from inside the store

Kita and the hag saw you and yea that was enough embarrassment for the day, you ran away and let your feet take you wherever 

its a bit boring that since its a weekend there’s nothing to do,, you never expected that Kita’s weekends would be this boring too :(

so the creepy cat appeared

“what’s wrong you dont seem to be enjoying yourself anymore”

“turn me back to human i need to finish my homework”

maybe thats not the most liable excuse you have but it is true that you need to finish an assignment

“but i gave you a chance to be with the person you admire, no? is this not enough?”

“yea well its-”

“here you are”

you feel someone pick you up and you see that it was Kita:0he must’ve looked for you since you dont even know where you are

oh my god Kita Shinsuke looked for you ma’am eye- or mayhaps you took the route back to his house without knowing since you were busy staring at him when you were stalking him earlier ye

you watched how he looked at the creepy cat you were talking to and and judged it from head to hind feet lmao Kita

“do you have the same owner as this cat?”

he asked you and you gave out every ounce of your energy to shake your head as a no as well as to let out the most disgusted and disapproval meow you ever could-

“the hell would i want to be acquainted with that thing!”

a

what

no way did u just speak

so Kita stared at you for the remainder of the time but decided you speaking isnt physically possible and that he could’ve been real tired since he saw the Miya twins along the way

he took you back home since his grandma seemed to be real happy seeing a little animal in the house with them

but you didnt miss to see the little knowing smile from the creepy cat from earlier, you just knew from that alone that he was messing with you since as you said you were bored 

it was wrong of you to talk to that lil disgusting thing

since that moment you refused to speak with your mouth every again, if you were going to speak thought you would probably just purposely say meow only to not make anymore mistakes

also you’re spending a lot of time with Kita’s grandma than Kita himself

“i wonder what your future spouse is doing at this moment, Shin-kun”

Kita looked like he wanted to roll his eyes so bad lmao since he always hears things about his grandma wanting to see his wedding before she dies :c

and yk it makes you sad too just hearing about this

and you want to help 😔

and you would offer help 😌

they heard the cat speak and now you’re running away bc they heard you talk about wanting to marry Shinsuke 🤡

the day ended and you managed to go home before the sun set basically nothing happened and your transformation was all for nuttin, you were bamboozled by a demon cat you randomly saw one night

the next day you were back to your human self and it was a school day so ofc you have to live on normally in school as if nothing happened, as if you didnt just stalk a guy from your school but we’ll get to that

see, you’re friends are friends with a few of the guys from your school’s volleyball team,,, so you’re within vicinity of Kita’s attention 

when you explicitly did not want to see him atm

BUT THEN YOU REMEMBER YOUR FRIENDS KNOW YOU LIKE KITA

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO NOW

you decided to run away but you realize that’s useless bc you’re all going home together :D

now you weren’t the crowds type of person,, you had no idea how it come to this, you’re used to hanging out with your girlfriends yes but they were having fun altogether like this it was fun just watching them goof off and whatnot

“hey”

when i told you you’re almost dropped the second you hear Kita calling to you, you best believe

you said hey but in a different tone of voice bc it was too early for him to notice you had the same voice as the cat he saw yesterday,,, then you both walked in silence

you couldnt take it anymore and decided to go to the nearest convenience store since you had something you want to buy,, you went and whispered this to your friends but when they were asking you to let your voice out, you were deadass croaking

but then you clown yourself sum more bc Kita was concerned of you acting like this and asked if you were alright

now you’re stuck with him in the convenience store bc your friends and his friends thought it’d be a great idea for him to go with you :D

“you should eat something warm before going to sleep, and take a warm bath too”

:((((((

okay now you feel bad for actually making him worry lol

your alibi of getting sick works really well with not speaking at all around him so you used this till the end thinking you can escape him with this until it rained and you dont have an umbrella with you

aight y/n you’re one hell of a clutz

Kita was enough of a gentleman to buy an umbrella for you until its actually out of stock

you guys stayed in the convenience store for the time being

you were losing your mind

how much longer will you stay with him

you thought of an alibi to save you from the embarrassment so you told him you gotta jet and go back to school bc you forgot to bring your notebook with you 

but now you realize you realize you didnt have to tell him bc he’ll still follow you as if his life depends on taking care of you :(

after you randomly stormed out of the convenience store, he caught up to you and pulled you somewhere where there’s a roof over

“are you usually this reckless? or do you just like getting yourself sick?”

homie does not hold back

he pulled a spare shirt from his back and put it on your head,, proceeding to wipe your wet hair with it until he realized he’s subconsciously invading your personal space

he looked right at you, so you two were standing there,,, staring,, his hands on both sides of your head,,,,, both of y’all are wet hunni

he let go and turned the other way,,, the darkness wasnt dark enough to conceal his red cheeks and hunni you made him blush aight

“you reminded me of a cat i saw yesterday im sorry about that”

“you dont have to apologize”

o sis you did it now

you s p o k e

so Kita was beyond surprised to hear that voice again,,,, and this time from yOU,, ALL NORMAL,, NO FROGS

“i, i can explain”

he looked at you confused, hell was he so confused, that you sounded exactly like the voice he randomly heard yesterday which made him think that came from the cat,, he didnt think that was physically possible bc yk but the embarrassment from your face was enough for him to guess

“did you really say you’re willing to marry me”

gOD

“i mean,,, i don’t mind”

“grandma would be glad”

stay tuned for more!

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter six

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (ft. Seo Changbin) AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ heavy Angst Word Count: 7,7K Warnings: Themes of bullying, HEAVY Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Anxiety Requested: Yes, (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that. I have mentioned his real-life sibling’s names in this chapter/story. Please remember to not harass them.

Y/n had been doing her best to avoid Chan after their incident. Chan felt terrible for his actions, for scaring her and making her cry out loudly. The vision of her broken state was burned into his memory and he couldn’t sleep because of it for days.

He had been trying to reach out to her, trying to call her and drag her out of class eventually so he could talk to her and make up for his mistake. But she didn’t feel like talking. She wasn’t feeling like she needed to be around him anymore than she already was.

Sooyun had taken notice of that and took it into her own matter to cling onto Chan as if her life depended on it. Everywhere Chan went, she went. As if it was their old life again. It saddened Chan, because he didn’t wanted it to be this way. Yet Y/n had probably the same mindset of, reversing back to how it used to be, as she had her ice tinted mask back on. Chan would be confused at her attitude change. He missed the sweet Y/n he had gotten to known and he tried to get her back into his life as he dragged her out of her class once again.

But she would once again walk away from him, making him follow her. “Please I just want to talk.” He muttered loud enough for her to hear. “There is nothing to talk about Chan.” She mumbled back as she kept on walking straight ahead. Chan sighed and reached for her wrist, but she quickened her pace as she shouted that Chan was right here, causing a swarm of girls to surround the boy, leaving him startled and sad.

Chan had tried for days to get her to talk to him. And eventually he would’ve had enough. He knew she would be in the library to study for that one hard history exam that was coming up. Chan has noticed her in the back of the library and trapped her in between the books and his chest. Her eyes widened at his action, feeling surprised to see him, but soon after she seemed unfazed by his manners. “Why won’t you talk to me?” He asks. “I don’t want to talk to you.” “Is this about the other day, please I just want to apologise.” He cried out softly. “There is nothing to apologise for Chan, just forget it.” “Please, Y/n just talk to me. You can trust me. You know that. There is no way I would abuse your trust like that.”

A triggered in Y/n’s mind made her body stiffen. She stared at him in fear as she rewind the words that had left his lips. The colour in her face would drain to a paler shade, Chan saw her frightened state and he could conclude without her confession, the situation she was in. “Y-y/n, are you being-“ “Don’t ever talk to me again. I don’t want to see your face eve again. Just pretend you don’t know me. Delete my number and move on with your life Chan.” She snapped before she swiftly made her way past him and rushed out of the building. ‘

Chan was still in shock, but he knew enough by the fear that he could hear in her trembling voice. He wanted to chase her and try to talk to her again, but when he was outside, she was already out of his sight. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He tried to call her over and over, but she wouldn’t pick up the phone. She was scared that he had found out, she didn’t trust him anymore. She couldn’t trust him anymore.

Chan was left frustrated and confused. The overwhelm was taking over his mind and he felt like he wanted to cry.

Later that night he’d be producing with Changbin. Chan tried to concentrate, but he couldn’t help but think of Y/n. The fear in her eyes broke his heart. He wanted to shake off the thoughts, but being with Changbin made it worse.

‘Did she go to him for her problems? Are they dating or not? Is she actually living with him? Does he know? Does he know about me?’ So many questions yet so few answers.

“Do you perhaps know a Y/n?” Chan subtly tried to ask. He couldn’t resist asking him, the feelings were eating him on the inside. Changbin could be his only chance for answers. His friend froze in his actions and started to mutter to himself under his breath. “Fuck, did I ever mention her name?” He questioned. “No.” “I-I-“ “Is she, you know. ‘That one friend’.” Chan asked carefully. Changbin sighed in defeat and turned to his friend and looked at him seriously.

“Look, I tried to be vague about it, because she doesn’t want anyone, besides me then, to know. How do you even know about this and how much do you know?” “I don’t know. I kind of connected the dots myself. And I know not that much to be honest, but this confirmed a lot though.” Chan admitted truthfully. “Please keep this to yourself, because if there will something happen to her. I will blame you for it Bang. Am I understood?” “Yes.” Chan said as he gulped loudly.

Chan realised that Changbin and Y/n really must be tight together as friends, or maybe as even more. And in the meantime, we have Jisung sitting in the corner feeling bamboozled as he overheard their conversation.

Some time would go by and Changbin’s head would suddenly shot up and look to his left where Chan was sitting, minding his own business again as he tried to come up with new lyrics. “Wait, are you the annoying vice president?” Changbin blurted out. “Excuse me-“ “Nothing!” Changbin would quickly say as he turned around, but Chan’s respond told him enough as well.

As the hours went on, Chan kept wondering what was actually going on in Y/n life. Since they spend so much time together, he felt quite involved int her life, maybe not as much as Changbin was, but still a pretty decent amount.

Since Changbin skipped quite a lot of producing sessions, he wondered how bad her living situations were. He also wondered what Changbin did to help her. Did he comfort her with advice and pep talks, or did he hug her whenever she was sad. A flash back of Y/n and Changbin reuniting, shot in front of Chan’s eyes, which made his chest tighten. The vision still made him envious of their closeness. He could only wish to be that close with Y/n. He was almost there, he felt like, but he had to blew it.

Chan wiggled restlessly in his seat. His eyes kept wandering to the back of his class, wondering where Y/n was. He hadn’t seen her in a week and to say that he was worried is an understatement. He knew that Y/n would skip classes and sometimes a day or two, but never more than a week.

A whole week without her and he felt like he was becoming a mad man. His friends really thought he was going crazy. His hair was a permanent mess, and not a hot one. He always seemed to be lost in his thoughts, his old appetite didn’t seem to make return. As the days went on, he began eating less and less. His eyes seemed gloomy and more exhausted than they ever did before. Even more than that one time where the boys were pulling all-nighters as they were producing songs for a client and he got only thirty minutes of sleep.

Chan felt like she had ran away from him.

Chan’s gloominess didn’t go unnoticed. He also seemed to be annoyed at all times. Someone could be using a word wrongly in his or her sentence and Chan would be ready to snap their necks it seemed. When he couldn’t find his phone one morning, he was ready to just sit in his room and cry. Everything just didn’t go as he wished it would.

He had thrown his friends off a lot lately as well. They were pissed at Chan’s behaviour and wanted him to act normal again. “Chan she was independent before, she probably wanted to be that again. She’s unapproachable, she always has been. Just give it up already.” His friends would say, but they didn’t understand. They thought he had gone mad.

Minho had asked Jisung if he knew what was up with Chan, but Jisung also didn’t know the full story, so he couldn’t really explain it to his friend.

In the meantime, Felix knew more than the others. Surprise, surprise, Changbin was his best friend, besides Chan of course. Chan never knew that Felix and Changbin were close. Truth is, the two got to know each other during their Taekwondo training session. Changbin was there with Y/n, it was a few years ago. Felix had met Changbin briefly. Through the years their friendship evolved and they became best friends as well. 

When Changbin was gone to Japan for the wedding-month, he asked Felix to keep an eye on Y/n as he travelled to another country. Felix often had to keep his mouth shut, because Changbin would kick his ass if he ever let something slip out of his mouth if it was about Y/n. Felix had always knew that his friend was very protective of his female best friend, so he gladly took that task.

Felix knew about Y/n’s situation, Changbin also sometimes had to get things off his chest and that’s when Felix would come into the picture.

Right now Felix wasn’t sure if he should be informing Changbin about Chan’s state, of course not knowing where Chan stands in his relationship with Y/n or Changbin. But if he knew it was bad, he of course would.

When Changbin was gone, Felix had told him that Y/n seemed happier. The words would hurt Changbin as he thought that Felix meant that Y/n was happy that he was gone. But Felix would quickly explain that that was not the case obviously. She had met someone who seemed like he could be a possible supporter for her, this gave Changbin a bit of peace as he was abroad for so long.

Felix never bothered to mention Chan’s name, not thinking it would matter. Through the weeks, without anyone knowing, Felix had talked to Y/n every now and then. She was furious at first, because Felix knew about her ongoing situation and because Changbin had told someone, especially when she empathically stated that no one could know. Felix was quick to defend his friend and explained to Y/n that Changbin needed to air his heart every now and then.

“He’s a sensitive person, we both know that.” Felix had added. Y/n would feel a little guilty, knowing that she had probably burdened Changbin with all of her problems. Tears would start to brim in her eyes, which would startle Felix a little and out of reflex he brought her into his arms. She let him hug her as she started to cry. “Really, you shouldn’t feel guilty. He loves taking care of you, I can tell that he does. He talks about you all the time, it sometimes makes me crazy, but it only shows how much he cares about you.” Felix quickly said as he comforted the girl in front of him.

And after that, plus a bunch of pictures from Changbin and Felix as prove, she began to trust him. He apologised beforehand for his childish and dumb behaviour from before he knew anything about her. She would forgive him and stated, as usual, that she was used to it by now that people judged her purely based of her appearance.

“I really am so sorry. I’m sorry for the toxic and dumb things I’ve ever said to you. I regret it, because I was careless and insensitive back then. Can I ever make it up to you and maybe become closer with you? What I’ve heard from Changbin is that you’re pretty cool.” Felix chuckled, making her laugh as well. “Only if Changbin is back, he’s my safe haven and I still have some trust issues. I hope you understand.” “That’s totally fine. I get that. And besides I was about to offer that too, knowing that he really is your best friend.” “And so is he yours.” She had replied with a smile.

“Besides, got to double check the facts by my best friend, got to prove my anxiety wrong.” She had joked before walking along.

For now she kept her mouth, wanting to see if Changbin would admit that he basically had hired a secret detective. “Also Felix!” She called as she stopped walking for a second. “Yes?” He responded. “If someone will find out about this. Do not expect me to not blame you for it and make you pay for it.” “Trust me, I believe you will. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Felix laughed before they both parted ways.

And so far, he kept his promise.

In the meantime, the boys had already lost track of Chan. They had turned around and in a blink of an eye he had disappeared in thin air. Chan had been asking multiple teachers if they had any information on where Y/n could’ve been. None of them knew, to his frustration he even rushed to the library and asked around if they knew where she could be. He could kiss the librarian in joy when she gave Chan the address to Y/n’s house.

He called in sick by the janitor and rushed out of the building. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but he just felt like he needed to be by her side. As if she needed him right now. He drove like a madman. He hadn’t noticed where he was driving to. He took another glance at the paper that he had stuck on his driver’s desk.

‘Yellow Wooden St.’ He had muttered to himself. ‘Isn’t that that disadvantage neighbourhood?’ He asked himself once again.

The sky seemed to darken when he drove into the neighbourhood. He remembered walking through the streets weeks ago. He stopped in front of a house that looked awfully familiar to him and he winced when he saw the rose-tree. He remembered screaming coming from inside of the house and him rushing away from it.

He stepped out of the car carefully and checked his surroundings. Rain was suddenly pouring down and his clothes were soaked within seconds. A suspicious feeling came to Chan’s chest as he walked closer and closer to the house. He was about to knock on the door, but then noticed that the door was creaked open. Chan took the shirt that he was holding, it was Y/n’s that she had left the other day when she had stayed over at his and wrapped it around his hand.

He didn’t know what was about to come, but when he stepped inside an unexpected smell filled his senses. The alcohol was piercing his nostrils and he had to take a breather before he kept on walking inside. The house was crashed.

Furniture were all in the wrong places and in the wrong angles. He peaked into the living room and saw a man passed out on the floor. Bottles of alcohol, filled and empty surrounding him. He wanted to rush to the man, but then he realised that he just stepped into his place and is a complete stranger to him. Chan accidently stepped on a shard, but then to his shock. He noticed something familiar from the corner of his eye.

He slightly regretted looking to his left, when he saw someone laying passed out in the kitchen. He immediately knew who it was. Y/n was laid on the ground, a small poodle of blood surrounding her. There was glass piercing in her arms and her skin was as pale as it ever could be.

Chan’s heart dropped and ran to her. He fell down on his knees, not caring that he was now bleeding himself. Tears sprung to his eyes, not from the pain coming from his knees, but the fact that the girl he loved so much was in pain, unconscious and unprotected in her own house.

‘Was this what Changbin had been protecting her from? Is that her dad? Is this the way she lived?’ So many questions came to his mind and his heart was stuck in his throat as he tried to wake her up, his voice croaking as he did so.

He remembered Y/n telling him about her father. Did that horrible man do this to her? Chan was trying to focus on her and move the questions to the back of his mind and set his priority on her live for a second. He checked her pulse and her breathing. Her heart was barely beating, her breathing was soft, too soft for his liking. He clumsily and stressed whipped out his phone and called the emergency centre.

After he did that, he tried to keep Y/n close. He looked at her dad, who was still passed out in the living room, a few meters away from them. Chan realised that Y/n never lied. The house was filthy and broken down. The windows were broken and ‘fixed’ with plastic bags taped in front of them. Broken chairs were spread around the place, bottles took over the floor and the alcoholic smell the rest of the house.

Chan jumped in shock and was ready to square up when a random lady entered the house. “Oh my goodness, are you okay?” She asked Chan as she hurried to him. She had a friendly face and Chan didn’t feel threatened anymore after taking another good look at her. “I-I’m fine. M-my friend on the other hand isn’t.” “Did you call an ambulance?” Chan nodded in respond and kept Y/n close to him.

Before he knew it, the ambulance and police had arrived at the scene. Many other neighbours also watched what was going on. “Finally they got that bastard, after all these years. That poor girl turned him in so many times, but when it is fatal for her, they belief her.” The same woman mutters, which Chan overheard. “What do you mean ma’am?” He asked politely. “Y/n, your friend, she’s a lovely, sweet girl. She has been abused for so long, but the police needed to have prove for her father’s abusing actions. The bruises she received during the abuse, the police often would categorise them as ‘caused by sport activities’. They never wanted to anything with this neighbourhood, we’ve got a bad name, so they try to stay out of it as much as possible.”

Chan wanted to cry again. He had a feeling her living situations were bad, but not this cruel. “Do you perhaps know why she never left? She could’ve run away, right?” Chan asked with a croaking voice. “She could. We’ve offered her a place in our house plenty of times, she would refuse every time.” The woman sighed, slightly smiling as she shook her head in disbelief. "How come?” Chan asked again. “Under all those tattoos, scars and bruises. Under that thick skin of hers is a big heart, one that still loves her father very much even though he mistreats her badly. She believes in justice and in the good of people. Not everyone gets to witness that from her. She’s a special girl. It’s sad that she had to live like this.” She adds.

“So, what will happen to her father?” Chan and the woman saw Y/n’s father being dragged into a cop’s car, still unconscious like he was earlier. “I talked to the officer really quick, and he said that they would take him to a rehab and maybe to court if Y/n wants to make this a lawsuit-“ “Young man, who are you?” The woman was cut off by a medical worker who now stood in front of Chan. “I’m Chan sir, I’m a friend of Y/n’s.” He tried to say. “If you would, you could come along to the hospital. We could explain the situation further in the ambulance.” Chan agreed and jumped in the back of the wagon. Chan eventually couldn’t hear the paramedic, he was too focused on the bloody body of Y/n’s that was laid in front of him. He held her by the hand as he whispered his apologies to her. He wasn’t there when she needed him. The fight they recently had replayed in the back of his mind, his harsh words ringing in his own ears. He felt bad for turning against her when she called out for him.

‘I will make it up to you, I promise.’

In no time they would arrive at the hospital. Everything was intense and stressful. Chan was led to the waiting room where he was greeted by a hysterical crying Changbin who kept demanding through his cries to see Y/n.

“How did you guys get here?” Chan asked Felix, who managed to make his way to Chan and hug him quickly. “Changbin was one of Y/n emergency contacts. I bet you’re the one who called the ambulance?” Felix suspects. “Yeah, a neighbour where Y/n lives helped as well.” Chan slightly explained, his head still spinning from the intensity of the situation. “Changbin told us briefly what happened. I’m sorry, but we came as soon as we could.” Felix added. “How is he doing?” “Not going to lie, he’s a mess.” Felix muttered before they turned their faces to Changbin.

“This is all my fault. If only I would’ve called her to make sure she would be home with me. She would’ve have gone home to that bastard. He should be locked up in jail. He could’ve killed her. He has mistreated her so badly and I’m such a fool, I’m such a bad friend for not being there for her.” Changbin cried out. “No you’re not, you’ve always been there to help her. You know that.” Hyunjin tried to make out, but Changbin’s cries were too loud.

“What are you doing here?” Changbin suddenly yelled out emotionally, when he noticed Chan. Chan was stiffed in his place as Changbin stormed his way to him. “What the fuck are you even doing here? Are you the reason she had to go home! Did you make her go back to that bastard’s-“ Changbin had Chan by the neck almost, but was quickly stopped by Felix and Hyunjin who back Changbin up as they help him in their grip.

In the meantime Minho and Jisung ran to Chan who was now on his knees, gasping for air. “Bin, he’s the one I told you about. About the school thing with Y/n.” Felix vaguely but swiftly states. There was a physical change in Changbin’s posture as he calmed down. He turned to Chan again and now calmly walked over to him and dropped on his knees as well as he hugged his friend.

Chan was shocked by Changbin’s action and confused at Felix’s words. ‘I’ll explain later.’ He had mouthed, before signing that he would go and call around other people to inform them about the situation. Changbin was still in Chan’s arms, crying his heart out. “Thank you.” Was all he could say.

The boys waited hours for the results. Felix had informed Changbin’s family, since he was too emotional to do so. Besides that, there was no one else really to call. Chan reminded himself to inform the nice lady from Y/n’s neighbourhood, and pass by to tell her about Y/n’s state after they get the results. Changbin’s parents were on their way from work and promised to be there in thirty minutes. But before they knew it a doctor walked out of the hallway. “Y/n Y/l/n’s family?” The doctor called out. The boys all shot up and ran to the doctor, who then asked who is directly related to Y/n. But since no one was, he allowed Changbin to go in first. “…she’s awake and doing fine. Her head is bruised badly, so are her ribs, spine and legs. Her arms have about seventeen or more stiches, the glass was unfortunately quite deep pierced through her skin, but they will be removed within a week or two, but we don’t know that yet depending on how well her body heals itself. When you go in her room, be calm, her head is still pounding from he medicine we gave her, it hasn’t fully set in yet.” The doctor informed before moving along again to arrange some more things.

Changbin had rushed to the room, being led by a nurse of course. Tears start to well in eyes again when he saw Y/n in her weak state. She was shooting her nurse a small smile and thanked her before she locked eyes with Changbin. “Binnie.” She croaked out in a weak voice, but with a bright smile. Changbin rushed to his best friend and sat himself next to her. He held her hand tightly and brought it close to his face as a sign of affection.

The others were waiting in the hallway for their cue to come inside as Changbin talked to Y/n. “Are you the one who brought me here?” Y/n asked Changbin, squeezing his hand slightly. “Actually, it wasn’t me. It was Chan.” The words made Y/n’s heart drop to the bottom of her stomach. “H-he what now?” Changbin could hear by the fear in her voice and her increasing heartbeat that was being measured by the monitor.

Y/n felt scared, because her privacy was now exposed to people who weren’t meant to ever know about this dark side of her life. “Y/n, calm down. Breathe. It’s okay.”

Chan could hear the beeping, that copied Y/n’s heartbeat, coming loudly from the monitor. He could sense that she must be uncomfortable and maybe didn’t wanted to see him at all. They ended things on a bad tone too.

“I think I got to go.” Chan muttered before walking off. Felix tried to stop him and assure him that it would be fine, but Chan couldn’t help but feel like he needed to be away from her, too embarrassed and ashamed of himself as he thought about the last things, he had said to her.

Back in the room, Y/n had calmed down and Changbin called in the others. “Where’s Chan?” He asked Felix softly. “No idea, he ran out.” He softly replied.

“Where’s Chan?” Y/n asked, when she didn’t notice him among the guys. “H-he left.” Felix muttered. “Why?” Y/n asked surprised and sad. “We don’t know.” “Oh, will he come back?” She asked hopefully. Her big eyes slightly sparkled and it hurt Felix’s poor heart. “I-I don’t know- I’ll call him.” He said before he made his way out of the room, not being able to stand Y/n’s puppy eyes.

“How are you feeling Nugget?” Hyunjin asked as he softly brushed Y/n’s hair. “I’ve been better. How’s the shop?” She responded, making Hyunjin laugh. “You really are something else Nugget.” He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on her hair. Y/n then focused on Jisung and Minho who also were sitting on the end of her bed and she looked at them in confusion.

“I’m sorry, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?” The two gulped loudly and apologised for their immature and toxic behaviour towards her. “…we should’ve have judged you like we did. We’re terribly sorry.” “Well, I’m glad you feel sorry, but the two of you were part of the many people who made my life harder than it already was, harder than it should’ve been. You said some horrible things about me and now here you are trying to get my forgiveness when part of your cruel words almost turned out to be reality.” She calmly said, sending shivers to their backs.

Changbin was fuming with anger and was ready to throw hands at them, even though they were his friends. “You did what! I’m going to kill you both-“ “Changbin no!” Y/n yelled, sitting up straight in one movement, making her gasp and hiss right after as the pain shot right through her whole body. Changbin shot his focus back on her and helped her lay back down. “Don’t do that!” He whined. “Then don’t be mad at them. You and Jisung make a pretty good team when it comes to producing.”

“But they were- hold on, how’d you know I work with Jisung?“ Changbin asked confused. “You’re not that bright when you’re drunk Tat Rat, but that’s beside the point.” “Dumpling, you know we also make a great team, right? You already help me with most of the melodies, lyrics and anything else. You’re so talented. You basically wrote our latest song-“ “You made that? Changbin told us that he had some help, but I never could’ve guessed that you made that. I’m deeply sorry. Please forgive us for our dumb actions. You’re very talented and your music and lyrics are truly amazing. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you Jisung. That’s kind of you, I appreciate it.” Y/n said, slightly bowing her head in gratitude. “You’re going to let them get away with it just like that?” Changbin asked in disbelief. “I know what they did Bin, but they already had their shock.” Y/n chuckled slightly as the two looked at Jisung’s and Minho’s shaking state they, just like Chan, got from the intense situation. “D-does that mean you forgive us?” Jisung asked, almost surprised. “Not just yet Puffy Cheeks, but you’re on track of receiving it. I still feel a little uncomfortable with you two, but I just have to warm up to you two.” Y/n smiled and shot them a wink. “We promise to make it up to you.” Minho said as they bowed to her.

“It’s fine, really- Felix, did you reach Chan?” She asked as Felix walked back in the room, his phone still in his hand. “Yeah, he’s still on the line.” “Could I talk to him for a second?” Felix handed over the phone to Y/n and then shooed the guys out so she could have her privacy as she talked with Chan.

“H-hello? Felix?” She could hear Chan say on the other side of the line. Man, did she miss hearing his voice. “Where did you go?” She asked him softly. Chan’s heart skipped a beat when he head Y/n’s voice. “Y-y/n?” “Yes Channie?” She answered, driving Chan’s heart wild and bringing the butterflies in his stomach to life. “You didn’t answer my question Channie.” “I’m on the ground floor.” Chan managed to speak out, giving himself a mental speech to get it together and talk to her like normal person. “Oh! Good! You haven’t left yet, why don’t you come back up so we can talk?” Y/n proposed. “S-sure.” “Great, I’ll see you in a few then.”

As soon as Y/n hung up Chan hurried to the gift shop and bought an obnoxiously big balloon, a big teddy bear and a pudding. He carried them all to Y/n room and a smile was brought to his face when he saw her. His breath hitched when he saw her weak state, the stiches in her arms and the dark spots on the rest of her exposed body that peaked out of the blankets.

The others had left to the cafeteria, to wait up for Changbin’s parents and to give Chan and Y/n some space.

“Are those for me?” She asked as Chan walked closer. “Actually just the pudding, I needed some comfort.” He joked before handing her the bear with a smile, tying the balloon to her bed and placing the pudding on her side table. “Thank you.” She said with a smile. “No problem. I know you like pudding.” Chan chuckles. “For that too, but I meant, for bringing me here.” “Once again, n-no problem.” Chan stuttered nervously.

There would be a period of silence between the two, before Chan spoke up again. “Y/n, how long were you passed out for?” Chan asked her carefully. “What day is it today?” “Friday.” “Oh, three days I think.” Her answer made his heart drop to his stomach again. “I-“ “Chan how did you get my address?” Y/n asked, cutting him off.

“I got it from Adelaide, the librarian.” Chan admitted. “Why?” “I wanted to return the shirt you left after our sleepover.” “Chan cut the bullshit.” “I was worried about you, okay? You skip hours, sometimes days, but never more than two in a row.” “You notice that?” She asked surprise. “Of course, as your vice president I am ordered to do so.” Chan states. “Ah, as my vice president, I get it.” She said with disappointment heard in her tone.

Chan didn’t know what else to say about that, but kept quite when he saw the colour fade from Y/n face as her face turned into a concerned expression. “Where is my father?” She asked Chan, slightly panicking. “He- he was passed out in your house, the police took him to a rehab or something? I don’t know, your neighbour talked to me about it for a brief second.” Chan explained as he shifted his position so he was not looking at her straight. “Does he know I’m here?” “No, no! You’re safe Y/n. He can’t hurt you, he’s under supervision at the rehab.”

Her heart was still beating like crazy and Chan tried everything in his power to calm her down. Words didn’t seem to work and it seemed like her heart was getting ahead of itself, he leaned down and softly brought her into his arms, trying to not hurt her. He could hear her heart skip a beat, but stabilising soon after.

“Thank you.” She mutters. The two jumped in surprise when the doctor and a nurse walked in who were ready to inform Y/n about her health condition. After they did, they turned to Chan and introduced themselves to him.

“She will have to stay here for a couple more days, just so we can examine her ribs and spine to make sure nothing will bruise any further or end up being broken. She might like some company whilst she stays here.” “I promise to come and visit as much as I can, I’ll try every day even.” Chan smiled before he thanked the doctors. “Chan you really don’t have to do that, you know?” Y/n whispers after the doctors left. “I have something to make up. It’s the least I could do.” Chan murmured sadly as he looked away from her whilst fiddling with her fingers.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, and she thanked God the monitors didn’t expose her.

And so, days went on.

Minho and Jisung visited quite a lot. The first time they did, they brought her homemade cookies, that they made with a little help from Jisung’s mother. They often showed their regrets as well, they didn’t dare to look her in the eye.

Felix had mentioned how Y/n could be sweet but reckless. She could slit your throat or help you out generously, he made sure to know that they should be on her good side, which they now wished to be. Y/n was quick to forgive them, especially since Jisung seemed to be on the edge every time he visited her.

Changbin would obviously be around almost 24/7. He had work though, he was the one who paid the hospital bills and of course spend a lot of quality time with her, since he still felt at fault for not having her at his place. “Binnie, this had to happen one day, this week was that day. It’s fine, besides it was my decision to go home.” She kept assuring him as he was on the verge of a mental breakdown it seemed. She was glad to have him back on her side and would show that in affectionate ways.

They hugged a lot and even exchanged a few cheek squishes and hair ruffles going on between the two, Chan couldn’t lie, it made him a little jealous. Seeing the two cuddled up, calling them cute nicknames and fun ones. It only showed how close they have and had always been.

One day they were all visiting her, having a day off since it was Saturday. They were playing games on Hyunjin’s Nintendo Switch whilst the others went around to get everyone food.

“Here’s your food Y/n.” Chan says as he placed the food on her little table. “Thanks Moonlight.” The words took Chan by surprise and he was glad he wasn’t the one who was strapped onto a heart monitor. Chan wasn’t the only one that was surprised by the words that left Y/n’s mouth. “Excuse me, what was that?” Hyunjin asked as the others still seemed to be malfunctioning. “What? That’s what I call him all the time.” Y/n tried to make out as she kept munching on her food.

A blush that creeped onto Chan’s face betrayed him as he shyly began to eat his food. Changbin was surprised by how close Y/n and Chan actually were. Chan usually wasn’t too fond of nicknames, when it came from girls that weren’t close to him. Changbin could remember Chan telling him that he disliked it how this one girl kept calling him ‘Channie’.

‘I want my future girlfriend to call me that, not some random girl I have no interest in.’ He had said back then.

‘I guess things have changed.’ Changbin muttered to himself under his breath.

It was Monday and school was out. Chan fished a basket of food out of his locker and was ready to head back to the hospital. Many girls would be wondering where he was going to. They were hoping and imagining that he would pick one of the girls out and take them on a date. Unfortunately, as he finally escaped the swarm of girls, he was stopped by Sooyun who appeared into his view. “Where are you going Channie? I thought we could hang out today.”

‘Well you thought wrong.’ “I can’t I have somewhere to go to.” Chan muttered before he walked past her. “Maybe I can come with you! I have nothing to do anyway!” She chirped as she followed him. “Sooyun really, I can go by myself. I’m going to the hospital anyway.” Chan blurted out in annoyance. “Oh! Are you sick! Oh no! Can I do something for you! Why aren’t you at home? Do you have a fever? Is it bad? Maybe you should come with me instead and let me take care of you-“ She rambled on, making Chan sigh and lie to her that he was visiting his grandmother.

“Oh, is she okay?” “Yeah, just a bad fever, she’ll get better.” Chan sighed, he was getting closer and closer to the hospital and he scolded himself for not taking the car today. ‘Darn you beautiful weather.’

“Oh, that’s good! Maybe I could tag along! I would love to meet her.” “Look, Sooyun, I really have to hurry now, she’s expecting me.” Chan tried to say as he quickened his pace to the hospital.

When he didn’t see her next to him, he sighed in relief and entered the building. He asked the nice lady at the front desk if he could go to Y/n’s room and she replied that she would announce his way up. He thanked her and hurried his way to Y/n.

Little did he know, that Sooyun was still closely behind him. “Excuse me, my boyfriend was just here. He had a braided basket with him.” Sooyun lied with a bittersweet smile. “Oh, that sweet gentleman with the blonde hairdo? He made his way up already, would you like me to announce you as well?” She asked. “No, she already knows Chan and I are coming.” “Okay, he went to room 4-19S.” “Thank you, ma’am.”

Sooyun rushed her way up to the next couple floors, she wanted to see who Chan actually was taking care of.

She heard Chan’s voice coming out of the room and decided to stay out as he talked to whoever.

“…I know Moonlight, I’m just worried.” “Y/n, you don’t have to. Your father is under supervision as he is in rehab, you’re healing well and you will be back on track in no time.” “I hope so. After all of this, I hope things will change. I’m done with the abuse, I hope dad will get better as well. I want us to be together as a family, we’re all we both have.” “Well, you have me too now, you have Changbin of course and the others. We’re all here for you.” Chan assured.

“But not for too long.” Sooyun whispered as a plan came to her little mind, making her smirk smugly as she left.

“Isn’t Changbin coming?” Chan asked as he unpacked the basket, making Y/n do a wiggly dance in her bad as she was handed one of his infamous sandwiches. “No, his last client wanted to redesign his tattoo, so he’s kept busy for the next six hours.” She pouted with half of the sandwich already in her mouth, making Chan laugh. “Too bad, I guess someone has to eat his sandwich then-“ “Gimme-“ “Miss Y/l/n?” The doctor said, interrupting them.

“You’re healing very well and you’re allowed to go back home, but due to your situation we need a new address where your medication will be send to.” He said as he handed Y/n a stack of papers. Chan took them from her and filled them in, insisting that she would stay at his. “N-no, Chan really I can stay at Chang-“

“It’s already done, beside I still feel like I need to make it up to you.” He mutters before handing the papers back to the doctor so Y/n couldn’t argue against him.

“Well, since that’s settled then, there are a few things you can’t do, like lifting things. Your muscles are slightly injured since the glass was spread all over your arms and stuck quite deep in them. Besides that, you can’t participate in sports for another couple of months, take your medicine regularly and take it easy for now. You can check out today if you want, just go down to the front desk and sign some couple more papers and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you, doctor.” “You’re welcome, I’ll see you in two weeks for a check-up.” He said with a smile before he left.

“Chan you really didn’t have to do that-“ “I do, your ribs are bruised, your arms are still recovering and I fought with you when you needed me and the guilt has been eating me alive. None of this would’ve happened if I fought with you that week before.” Chan murmured as he got up. “Chan…” “No, it’s okay for now. Let’s get you ready to leave, shall we?”

“…yeah, she isn’t allowed to carry things and she has to take her medicine on a daily basis basically.” Chan explained to Changbin over the phone. “Okay, where are you heading right now?” Changbin asked. “I’ll be taking her home, she’ll have to stay there for a while.” “O-oh, that’s cool. I’ll be going then, my client is done with his break.” Changbin mutters. They exchanged goodbyes and hung up the phone call.

‘I’m not home, where is he taking her?’ Changbin asked himself. He felt mad, he felt like he was stabbed in the back, but he thought that Chan probably had a good reason for his actions, well he at least hoped Chan did. He could do something about it, but in the back of his mind he knew he didn’t had to.

Chan and Y/n had arrived at Chan’s apartment, which Y/n still remembered too well. He told her to wait in the living room as he would go upstairs and get her guest room ready. She felt a little useless for not being able to help him, but he wouldn’t let her, since she wasn’t allowed to basically do anything.

Y/n was shifting back and fort as she waited for Chan to finish, when suddenly a door opened that revealed Chan’s parents, who were quick to look at her in shock. “What are you doing here?” His mother had yelled at her, making her head pound instantly and wince in pain because of it. “Mom, calm down, I brought her here.” Chan was quick to defend Y/n as he hurried back into the living room. “What is the meaning of this Chan.” She demanded, already filling the atmosphere with discomfort that came from her tone. “Her father abused her, she just got out of the hospital and need to be taken care of, besides that she needs a roof above her head. So, stop being so judgemental of her and let her be. If you will excuse us, we’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Chan grabbed Y/n by the hand and, carefully, dragged her upstairs.

Leaving her heart beating loudly for him and his parents speechless.

Gif isn’t mine, but it was too good to not use.

(Also I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, I don’t think I’m satisfied with it, so if you notice any changes in the future you now know why.)

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you guys don't understand how excited I am for bamboozle to come back pleeease universe let this happen, I miss dragging my ass to Jersey every spring to get my face shredded or whatever

I didn't start going to warped until I was 18 but I went to bamboozle almost every year I was a teen

it's so attached to mcr for me too. I know I've talked about this before. my first mcr show, on 5/5, and my 5th (and last) mcr show 5 years at my 5th bamboozle. I love NUMBERS my ocd brain EATS THIS SHIT UP.

but here are other headliners I saw at bamboozle: fall out boy, paramore, and taking back sunday, three of my other top 5 bands. hello?? I literally saw 4 of my favorite bands live for the first time at bamboozle. those were the best fucking days of my teenage years full stop.

I know nothing's ever gonna be the same again or whatever, I definitely don't have the stamina I did back then, my body will wither if I enter a pit and I require sitting down a lot, but God there's nothing like seeing one of your favorite bands with one of your best friends and holding their hand as you scream along together and I can't believe I get to do that with mcr again It's gonna fuck up the numbers but that's fine I'm gonna be crying in Brooklyn soon

anyway I'm excited for shows to come back im excited for mcr to tour i can't wait for us all to have all new memories to share and cherish of this band we love 💜

[davids-cartoon-corkboard]

I'm gonna tell y'all about my experience watching 2k3's Good Genes Arc because it was fucking Wild™. I know we all scream about SAINW, but that was one episode and then it was over. Good Genes was basically a short horror movie where we had to wait a week between parts, and it was foreshadowed really well with the infected electrician and Donnie gradually getting sicker and weaker and more exhausted in the preceding episodes, so as far as emotional turmoil goes it actually got me worse than SAINW.

While it was still airing, my TV channel had TMNT 2k3 in the 6 am timeslot. Even now I wouldn’t get my ass out of bed at 5:30 in the morning every Saturday for anything less.

I was the only one in my house willing to be awake before ten am on the weekends. This meant I couldn’t turn on any lights, and had to move through the house very slowly and quietly. I kept the TV volume low, and scooted in close to hear better.

The episodes from “Outbreak” to “Good Genes, Part 2″ first aired in February/March/April. I live in Alaska, and during those months, the sun isn’t too keen on being awake before ten am either. That meant it was still “night” that early in the morning.

My house had kinda crummy insulation, so thick comforters covered the windows. No light pollution, moon, or stars squeaked through.

Obviously this was the ideal environment in which to watch these episodes. :)

Tfw you survive the horrors of war only to immediately get kidnapped and vivisected by aliens.

Christ on a BIKE this was confusing. “Insane in the Membrane” never aired because it was too fucked up so we didn’t get any context for why Stockman was suddenly a horrible meat cyborg thing, or that judging by the dialogue he had died??? Also the turtles had his helicopter for some reason.

Bad things are more likely to happen in the dark, so once the power grid goes down and all the lights shut off you immediately Know what’s gonna happen. And thEN to confirm our suspicions Donnie’s leg starts hurting. How much y’all wanna bet he suspected something was wrong but didn’t mention it or take care of himself because he was putting all his energy into containing the outbreak because he’s a sweet wonderful self-sacrificing DUMBASS. GOD.

“It’s too bad Don’s not here now...” This line is part of the cold open and oh hoho HO little child me was both TRICKED and BAMBOOZLED by this statement and did not immediately put together that this was foreshadowing and the turtle monster was Don, he just “wasn’t there” MENTALLY. When the blackout happened it clicked into place and little child me was like OH HOHO HO THAT’S CLEVER.

Seriously, how the fuck did vivisection manage to wind up on 4Kids?! Was the scene able to stay within the bounds of the Y7 rating just because it didn't show blood and organs and whatnot??? Honestly with all the shit these characters go through, I’m pretty sure 2k3 was my first introduction to the concept of PTSD.

Aaaand also my first introduction to the concept of suicide. Belittling others is in character for Stockman, but his earlier despair at being revived makes it clear he’s lowkey trying to goad Leatherhead into killing him.

Do we ever see Todd the Electrician after this episode? I’m suddenly very sure he just died when Bishop blew up the base. He was a bug monster for a couple of months, and then he died almost immediately after becoming human again because Bishop is a terrible horrible garbage man. Do you think he had a family. Anyway this screenshot IS pretty good imagery for that one line Leatherhead had about having an intelligent mind trapped in an animal's body or w/e, the hand on the glass??? *chef kiss*. RIP Todd the Electrician, you suffered for the sake of symbolism.

In hindsight I'm really lucky none of the cats sneezed or got the zoomies while I was watching these because I would have probably Screamed.

AnYWAY I was seven and got nightmares but didn't tell anyone because I was afraid they would make me stop watching ninja turtles, and now I adore angst in case none of you could tell.

[satonthelotuspier]

This is for Day 6 of Xichengclipse and there is a disclaimer or two. Firstly, this is angst, with Major Character Death (but eventual happy ending).

Secondly, this is a little different to anything I've written for MDZS before. In this story I've gone with calling the character name of the legend they're associated with for the fic.

Wen Qing is Chang'e the moon goddess,

Lan Xichen is Yu Tu (the moon/jade rabbit - more below)

Jiang Cheng is Jiu Wei Hu (the nine-tailed fox - more below)

I did a little reading for this prompt and ended up cherrypicking some parts of various legends and mythology surrounding the nine tailed foxes, and Chang'e, and Yue Tu, her rabbit companion, and mashing them all up together with a big dose of my headcanon.

I read that Yue Tu 月兔 (Moon Rabbit) is also referred to as 玉兔 Yu Tu (Jade Rabbit) so of course our first jade LXC became Yu Tu for this fic.

The nine tailed foxes, 九尾狐, Jiu Wei Hu became JC's name as a fox demon. The legend of them achieving immortality at 1000 years old, being able to cure poison by eating their flesh, and their location, are all lifted from various writings on these little scamps, but the flowers Chang'e sends Yu Tu after are pure headcanon.

Nine Petals On A Flower Signify Pearls

A city suffers plague, and Chang'e sends her trusted companion Yu Tu to find a fabled flower of legend that can cure the incurable.

Yu Tu leaves the moon to search for the cure, but stumbles upon a nine-tailed fox, wounded by mortals after an attempt to capture him. Might the fox know the answer to where the flowers are located?

For day 6 of Xichengclipse, featuring LXC as the fabled moon rabbit and JC as a nine-tailed fox.

Chang’e came to see him that morning, bringing with her a sense of purpose, and her ever present sadness. She was known better on the earth below them as the moon goddess who had stolen the potion of immortality from Hou Yi, the hero archer.

In reality she had seen what a burden immortality was, and rescued her brother from having to live an eternity of struggling on alone, at the cost of her own suffering.

Yu Tu, the jade rabbit who had ascended to the moon with her, known as her ever-present companion, was aware she would have a definite reason for visiting, so he shifted to human form and made tea.

They sat in companionable silence for a little while, before Chang’e brought up the reason for her visit.

“I worry about a city below, Yu Tu, it appears they are undergoing pestilence. The healers do not seem to have any medicines that counteract the poisons brought by the plague.”

Her tone suggested she knew of a cure, so he kept his counsel, allowing her to continue at her own pace.

“When I was mortal, I heard tell of a legend, that many li north of Tianwu, there was a land of verdant hills. There was one where nine-petalled flowers grew amidst scattered jade and cinnabar, and bore pearls of whitest sheen, instead of seeds. These pearls could cure what could not be cured.”

Yu Tu understood her intent immediately.

“I will prepare to depart immediately, My Lady.” he rose, and bowed low to her.

“You are willing to chase a rumour and a legend, brought up from my imperfect memory of a time long ago, when I was a human?”

“My Lady seeks to heal, as ever. I will not fail you.”

“Thank you”

***

Within a short time Yu Tu had descended and was searching for the land of legend, where the pearl Chang’e had referred to was to be discovered.

He travelled north of Tianwu, and discovered a land of many hills. It was verdant, with the soft feel of early spring, where the world was waking up from its winter sleep again. He searched the hills, but found none where jade and cinnabar were scattered far and wide, in beds of white flowers. He wandered even further north, until he eventually came across a mountainside that was wreathed in mist. Making his way into the misted foothills he began to pass strewn jade, and red staining cinnabar and his excitement grew. There were no white flowers to be seen, however.

Yu Tu continued to walk up the hillside, hoping that the flowers were merely higher up, hidden in the mist-covering.

He was surprised at the sudden report of an animal in pain, it cried out, intermingled with rage and a feral warning. He drew Shuoyue, the sword Chang’e had gifted him with for his quests on earth, and approached the direction the noise had come from cautiously.

He soon found the source. A group of mortal humans held ropes that jerked and pulled about this way and that, and Yu Tu followed the length of them, to identify that they were attached to a Nine-tailed fox, they cut into his flesh, and he howled and hissed and spat at the men as they tried to subdue him, but he refused to give in.

“Try not to damage him, we should get good coin for him alive.”

Yu Tu didn’t need to hear anything further, he shot forward and sliced at the ropes with Shuoyue.

He had the element of surprise, and an armed opponent seemed to send a quiver of fear through the humans, who scattered before his sword, running without putting up much of a battle.

When he was sure they had fled, he turned to the fox, who had ripped the bindings free of his body, and rose to his full height, now in human form, violet eyes blazing with his anger and pain.

His tails, snow-white except where they were limned with violet at their very tips, swirled around him in an understandable mixture of fear and excitement. He was confronted with what was essentially a rabbit with a sword, and the predator in him reacted almost as strongly as the reasoning side that saw the danger, and understood that Yu Tu had saved him.

Yu Tu didn’t pay it too much attention, or it might have had a stronger hold on him, but there was a part of himself that panicked at the sight of a fox, all sharp, vulpine features and sharper teeth.

Whatever might have happened, didn’t, however, as the fox fell into a dead faint at his feet.

Yu Tu moved over, tentatively at first, in case it was merely a ploy to take him off guard, but he soon realised it was genuine. He quickly rolled the fox onto his back, and began to check his wounds. There were several deep cuts, and he had lost quite a lot of blood. He bandaged up the worst, with pieces torn from his robes, then lifted the other into his arms. He had to take them to somewhere enclosed, safer for the fox.

Some searching further up the mountainside revealed a cave which seemed to be where the fox made his den.

He lay him out on the nest that had been built in one corner of the cave, away from the drafts, and went to collect water from the stream nearby.

He spent a little time cleaning and bandaging up the rest of the fox’s wounds, then tenderly cleaning his sharply handsome face.

Handsome? Yu Tu examined that thought. Objectively yes, he was. Should a rabbit find a fox handsome? Perhaps not.

He ran a thumb gently over the other’s finely arched eyebrow, then over the sharp jut of his cheekbone.

He pulled his hand away, then rose to his feet.

Yu Tu considered his next move. He had done what he could for the fox, and he should get on with looking for what he had come for. Although, he had kept look out on his way to the den, and had seen no white flowers with pearls instead of seed pods.

He went to stand by the cave mouth.

He really should move on. Even if the cure wasn’t here, there had to be other hillsides where the flowers could be found.

He trusted Chang’e hadn’t been wrong about this, and he would find the cure. People’s lives were depending on it.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to step foot out of the fox’s den just yet.

He moved back to sit next to his nest. He couldn’t keep calling him just the fox, so he decided he would be Jiu Wei Hu as a name, and not just a creature.

***

It was the next day before Jiu Wei Hu awoke from his sleep. He immediately scented the rabbit in his territory, and tried to sit up.

Yu Tu made a soothing noise, and pinned him down with a gentle hand at his shoulder.

“Be still, or you will pull open your wounds,” he advised calmly, and those violet, fox-eyes found his amber coloured ones.

“You saved me,” his voice was low, deep, and rough, as if it wasn’t used often.

“I did, and helped heal you, you still need to aid it with rest, though.”

The muscles beneath his hand relaxed.

“Why?”

“Why not? If I see humans planning to sell a creature for profit, should I not help? And I am a healer, how could I not heal your injuries?”

Jiu Wei Hu considered his words, and seemed to find them sensible; he nodded.

“Thank you.”

Silence.

Then; “What brings you here, immortal moon rabbit?”

Yu Tu watched him carefully. How had he known? Was he in danger?

“I am nearly a thousand years old, yet I know of only one rabbit healer who can become human and move around in the world of mortals.”

At his words Yu Tu tensed. He was nearly a thousand years old? Were the legends of what happened to a nine-tailed fox in his thousandth year true?

There was an amused laugh rumble in Jiu Wei Hu’s chest.

“You are quite easy to read, Yu Tu. To answer your question, I am the only nine tailed fox left here, so I cannot know for sure. But I shall soon find out, thanks to you. I shall enter my thousandth year in three days. Perhaps I will ascend and become a celestial fox. Perhaps I will stay here and be a very old fox demon.” There was a burning excitement in his eyes. Despite he words he genuinely did believe his destiny was to ascend the heavens as a celestial.

“Before I do, if I do, how would you have me help you, in return for saving my life?” Jiu Wei Hu asked.

Yu Tu should perhaps be cautious, a nine-tailed fox demon was a likely to bamboozle as help, their nature was cunning and sly and mercurial.

He wanted to believe the other was genuine, however.

“Chang’e talked of a white flower, with nine petals, that bloomed and bore pearls instead of seed pods. These gems are meant to cure the incurable. I came in search of them, to stop a plague. So far I’ve seen no sign of anything of the kind. Perhaps you know of what she speaks, living in this place?”

There was a sudden, barking laugh come from the other, and though it seems to aggravate his wounds he laughed for quite a while, as if unable to stop. Then he sat up, despite Yu Tu’s warnings, and changed back into his fox form.

He was pure white, and sleek, with nine fine, bushy tails weaving in the air behind him.

Yu Tu was a little confused at first, but realisation dawned, and his heart sank.

Jiu Wei Hu returned to his human form, with a rueful look on his face.

“I am the flower you are looking for, Yu Tu. A taste of my flesh is said to cure poison,” Jiu Wei Hu watched Yu Tu carefully then, consideringly. “Are you still willing to help and heal me knowing this?”

Although he was bitterly disappointed in his failure, of course he was. Jiu Wei Hu was a living thing, deserving of his healing skills too.

“Of course,” he answered, instantly and firmly.

Jiu Wei Hu watched him for a while longer, before seeming to accept his words. He settled back into his nest.

His patient woke frequently throughout the night, and Yu Tu stayed by his side. They talked when he did. The fox was quite thorny and kept much close to his chest, but listened carefully when Yu Tu spoke of his duties as a healer, his life with Chang’e, and the same before he had ascended to the moon with her.

He did speak briefly on his past, but never in detail; he was a proud, haughty fox, who had a wicked sense of humour, and a lightning fast temper, as Yu Tu discovered.

As the night progressed, Yu Tu began to think more and more on the subject of the other becoming a celestial fox, and secretly he began to hope the legend was true. Should the other ascend, there would be opportunity to spend time together, to get to know each other.

Even if the legend wasn’t true, he could prostrate himself and beg some of her elixir of immortality from Chang’e. Having the other as a companion to spend eternity with; well it wouldn’t be dull.

He would tell the other tomorrow, and they could return to Chang’e and let her know the pearls didn’t exist, and try to work on another cure.

He was drifting on the edge of sleep just before dawn, when the sudden sound at the mouth of the cave made him jerk awake. He reached for Shuoyue, but it was too late, and he felt the demon binding ropes the humans had used on Jiu Wei Hu tighten around his neck and wrists. Why had he not expected them not to track him to the fox’s den? He was likely about to pay for his stupidity with his freedom.

There was a sudden, explosive growl from the nest, as Jiu Wei Hu awoke, and slipped out of the ropes beginning to close around him. He leaped forward, claws and fangs flashing in the meagre light filtering in from outside.

“You will not touch him,” he snarled, and tore through the group of slavers. He was deadly and beautiful, vicious and unforgiving, and soon the cave was strewn with bodies and blood.

He turned to look at Yu Tu, “Are you hurt?” his chest heaved, and he started forward, then checked himself as he realised he was covered in gore and blood.

Yu Tu saw the movement too late to warn, and the sudden appearance of the end of a sword through the front of Jiu Wei Hu’s chest made him cry out in horror. Yu Tu ragged himself free of the ropes, and shot forward, beheading the leader, who had kept himself hidden, in a single sweep of Shuoyue.

He dropped his sword, then caught Jiu Wei Hu as he fell forward.

Yu Tu wrapped his arms around his shoulders, holding him in his lap.

He hated that he was a healer and he knew there was nothing he could do to save him against that wound.

Jiu Wei Hu looked up at him, a rueful expression in his violet eyes again, “I suppose we won’t find out if the legends of the nine-tailed foxes were true.”

“Please…” he didn’t know what he begged for, the other not to make light of it? Not to die? Not to leave him when he had only just found him? He cupped that sharply angled face in a hand, “I wanted you to stay with me. Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?”

A soft expression passed across the fox’s face. “Because Chang’e needs you, you told me so yourself. Maybe you’ll meet me again in my next life.” He coughed, and it was full of blood, “Use my essence to cure the city of plague, you may as well accomplish what you came here for.”

The words broke the dam and he felt a tear escape the corner of his eye and roll down his face. It dropped onto the other’s lashes and held there as they drifted close. They didn’t open again.

He wasn’t sure for how long he sat on the cave floor, numb, holding on to Jiu Wei Hu’s body, but he knew eventually he had to offer some form of funerary rites. No matter what the fox had offered, he couldn’t bear the thought of using his flesh for any reason.

He lowered Jiu Wei Hu’s head carefully to the cave floor, and went in search of something he might dig a grave with. When he returned, there was no sign of the fox’s body. There was half a minute when he was prepared to scream and rage his agony at someone daring to steal it, when he noticed the small, white pearl nestled on the ground.

The legend Chang’e had heard hadn’t been entirely wrong, after all, the nine-petalled flower had just been of a particularly thorny genus.

He lifted the pearl up, gently, reverently. He wasn’t sure whether he could bear to allow the use of this pearl anymore than he could have Jiu Wei Hu’s body. But perhaps he might reconcile himself to the fact as he made his way back to Chang’e’s side.

***

Present Day

Chang’e came to see him that morning. She carried a small vial of elixir and placed it on the table next to the tea cups.

“You felt his soul stirring, then?”

Yu Tu nodded. He intended to descend and search for his Jiu Wei Hu. He wasn’t entirely sure how he would find one mortal in a sea of them, but he would search forever, if he had to. He had already waited this long.

“Thank you, Chang’e,” he said as he picked the elixir up and tucked it into his sleeve.

“It’s the least I can offer as thanks for what your Jiu Wei Hu sacrificed,” she said simply, and they finished their tea in companionable silence.

***

Yu Tu didn’t expect to stumble upon Jiu Wei Hu instantly, not in a city of millions. He wasn’t too discouraged, therefore, after several hours of searching turned up nothing. He had a strong impression the fox’s soul was in the general area, so he would concentrate himself here. In the meantime he needed to take a break and study the map for large gathering areas where he might find the other.

He stopped at a tea house, and ordered tea and his favoured mooncakes, spreading his map on the table as he waited for his order, to study.

There was a museum nearby, and a university campus. They were good places to start, where people came and went.

He looked up as the waiter brought over a tray with his order, and jerked out a hand automatically, his heart stopping dead in his chest. His movement had accidentally knocked the tray out of the waiters hands, and everything went smashing to the floor, drawing the attention of the entire patronage of the teahouse.

“I’m so incredibly sorry.” Yu Tu said carefully, and the young man looked at him with his fiery brown eyes, a flash of irritation crossing his sharply fox-like face. He quickly tamped it down though and settled it into something closer to a rueful smile. Yu Tu’s stomach dropped in reaction. He had seen that expression on that face so many times that night in the cave.

“It’s fine. Please be careful while I clear this up, sir, or you might cut yourself.” The young man, Jiang Cheng according to the tag on his uniform shirt, said, and he bent to begin picking up the shards of pottery and smashed mooncakes, and placing them on the tray. Yu Tu got up and bent to help.

“You don’t need to, sir, leave it to me.” There was a slight touch of exasperation in his voice, and Yu Tu smiled widely, this reincarnation of Jiu Wei Hu’s soul kept all the other’s irritability.

Jiang Cheng looked at him like he was a lunatic, which, considering he had virtually knocked the tray out of his hands, and now grinned like a fool, wasn’t unexpected.

“Are you feeling alright, sir?” Jiang Cheng asked, doubt in his voice.

“I’m feeling wonderful, thank you.”

Honestly so-so about the execution. The idea probably deserved more words than I wrote it as.

[peonybane]

Agape and Pragma: Chapter 7

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 2.6 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack (?), Smut (eventually)

Chapter Specific Notes: Lots of angst, some swearing, more so than usual.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So, I’ve combined what was originally planned as chapters 7 and 8 because they were two ideas that are critical to the storyline, but were short as hell. Should I be posting this this early? No. Do I have any self control? Also no. This chapter is dedicated to @ropeseok as she was the inspiration for a new character in this chapter. Please enjoy!

<— Previous (Chapter 6)

You felt like a child, hiding away in your room for days. You only ever came out to get food or to go to work. It wasn’t so much that you were upset with them still, it was really the shame of acting the way that you did that made you hide away. How could you face them after yelling the way that you did? Was it immature? Of course. Was avoiding them unnecessary? The jury was still out on that.

Luckily though, or perhaps unluckily, they all gave you the space you seemed to need. It was awful, really. You could hear Taehyung stopping in front of your door almost every night, pausing in front of it. There were times you wished he’d put you out of your misery and just knock already. Instead of coming to your door to let you know food was ready, Jin would instead text you, the messages often cold and short. It missed his usual flavor of emoticons. Something you’d grown to love. 

Everyday you’d hear them come to your door one by one, but they’d turn around and leave after a few moments of hesitation. After all, what could they say or do? 

You knew you should make the first move. But your pride prevented you from doing that. As much as you had hurt them, they had also hurt you. The difference was that you had been bottling up at that pain and had exploded at them when you shouldn’t have. They just reacted to your pain. Not that it was an excuse, but it helped justify your behavior to yourself, if only a little bit.

The all too chipper ping of your phone got your attention. Rubbing the back of your neck, you couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto your face as you saw who texted you.

[Jongin]: You awake? I got a question for you. 

You bit your lip as you opened your phone to reply.

[You]: No. I’m dead asleep and texting you from dreamland.

Almost immediately, the three little dots appeared, then disappeared to be replaced by a message.

[Jongin]: You free this Friday? 

[Jongin]: I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you out on a proper date.

You immediately devolved into a 13 year old girl, barely containing your excite. You hadn’t been on a proper date in what felt like forever.

[You]: Unfortunately, I am busy. I have work. But I can meet you on Saturday for an early coffee.

[Jongin]: Aw poop. I suppose I’ll have to settle for a coffee over a candlelit dinner. I’ll text you the details later! :D

You bit your lip. He was strangely adorable. A little bit like Jimin actual. You could imagine Jongin’s ears flicking the way Yoongi’s did at the prospect of the date.

The sound of your alarm blaring reminded you that you had a different sort of date today. Setting up your laptop on your lap, with your back against the headboard of your bed, you opened up Skype, waiting for Liam to open up your call. A moment later, Liam’s face appeared on your screen and a cheesy grin found its way onto your face.

God, he looked so happy. His beard was fuzzier but was disappointingly still a little skinny. The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Is she not feeding you enough? I was promised 20 pounds. 20!”

Liam’s booming laugh hit your ears immediately. While he tried to get himself under control, Deeba entered the frame and deposited herself on his lap. You’d never get over how pretty she was with her shoulder length black tresses and pale brown eyes. 

“Hi Deeba.”

She greeted you with a smile as well. “What is this about not feeding him enough? I try, I really try. But this bastard decides, ‘Oh no! It’s not good for the patients to see me like this!’ And proceeds to work 12 plus hours at the hospital, barely eating! Can you believe him?”

You cackled as Liam attempted to pacify his wife by kissing her on the cheek and stroking her hair. Once he had her calmed, Liam turned his attention back to you. His brow knit together as he tilted his head. “Shortstack? Why are you in your room? Aren’t you usually in the living room for this?”

Damn Liam and his observant nature. You shrugged, trying to look as uninterested as possible. “Felt like just hanging out in my room. That’s all.”

You may have bamboozled Deeba, but not Liam. He accusingly called your name. “What happened?”

You sighed, reaching to rub the back of your neck. “I yelled at them.”

Deeba asked, “Yelled at them? That’s all?”

“It’s not like that. It’s not how Jin and I would yell at each other from across the kitchen. It’s not how I’d scold Namjoon for accidentally breaking something because of the lack of tail spacial awareness. I….”

Liam used his dad voice on you, calm, reassuring, but no room for weaseling your way out. “What happened?”

You took a moment collecting your thoughts. “They’d been… acting weird. And a few nights ago. I had enough. I lost my temper.”

This peaked Deeba’s interest, specialized in Hybrid psychology after all. “How did their behavior change?”

“Well… it was different for each of them. But if I had to name something overall: they’ve been more intimate, aggressive, dominant even. Yoongi is needier, but just for my attention. Jungkook has been extremely affectionate. Namjoon too. Though it’s harder for me to describe because from the outside, it doesn’t necessarily look like his behavior changed, but he’s… softer. I don’t know how else to describe it.” Your voice began to tremble. “Jin and even Tae have gotten more aggressive. Tae! Can you even believe it? The other night I had to get in between Jin and Jungkook— a fight Jin started. Hobi and Jimin have been… seductive. Always trying to act dominant around me. And—“

Your eyes started to water. Taking a moment to wipe your eyes, you collected yourself. “When… when I came back from my business trip, I came home to a fight, I lost it. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I hurt them. I hurt them so much with my words.”

The other end of the call was silent as you cleared your vision of the hot blurry tears. Deeba then asked a very odd question. “Is your cycle out of whack?”

“What?”

“Deeba, my love, I don’t think that’s an appropriate questi—“

“Liam, you’re a doctor! You shouldn’t be getting all squirrelly at this sort of question.”

“Yes, but this is my best friend— someone who is like my sister.”

Deeba rolled her eyes. “Well?”

You hesitated. “Now— now, that I think about it. Yeah. It started about 6 months ago. I’d start getting them a few days later than usual, but a couple of months ago, I completed skipped one. I just kinda figured it was my body coming to terms with not being able to get pregnant.”

Deeba worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ve read something like this before. Some Hybrids have stronger baser instincts than were previously thought. Aggression and dominance in particular. Occasionally though, the hormone cascade in some that brings out the aggressive nature in some, brings out stronger affectionate behavior that aren’t necessarily portrayed by whatever animal that Hybrid was crossed with. There’s even been a suggestion that Hybrid hormones can affect normal humans. So, long as there is either a long exposure or high concentration of said hormones. You’ve been affected by both factors. I think their pheromones are effecting yours, giving you a pseudo ‘heat.’”

You tilted your head, brow furrowing. “I kinda follow but not entirely, Deeba.”

She hesitated. “At least three of them, if not all, are in love with one of their housemates. But, based on the behavior that you described, they are in love with you.”

“What?” You forced out a laugh. “You can’t be serious? One of them? In love? With me? Don’t be silly.”

The look on both Deeba’s face and Liam’s told you that they were dead serious. “Liam, she can’t be right. It’s ridiculous!”

“Shortstack… she’s right. Before I left, I knew. I knew one of them was in love with you. But he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. He was willing to be at your side, to comfort you, to protect you, until you were ready. But if he felt threatened by one of the others’ developing feelings for you, feelings that were the same as his, I can see him trying to establish his place as a higher member of the pack, both to deter the others and to prove to you that he’s the worthy… mate.”

“Are… are you talking about Tae?”

Liam visibly swallowed. “It’s not just him. Hobi would never admit it, but I think he had, still has, feelings for you, as well.”

You scoffed. “This… this ridiculous!”

A muscle twitched in his face before Liam raised his voice at you. It made you shrink in on yourself, even if he was in some other part of the world. “You’ve been doing this since Taka! You don’t think you deserved to be loved ever again. You keep denying yourself the prospect of it. Why? Just because you can’t give birth? Well, they can’t have children, either! You have closed yourself off, putting yourself through more pain than you deserve. Stop it and take a chance! Believe in them. Stop lying to yourself. I know that you are in love with at least one of them! Even if you can’t see it yourself because you’ve drowned yourself too much in your own self-pity.”

Before you or Deeba could get another word in, Liam ended the call, leaving you in silence. 

He was right. Dammit, he was always right. He knew you better than you knew yourself. What were you going to do now?

^~^~^~^~^ 

“—Hey! Are you listening?”

You jumped a little as Amber called your name. “I’m sorry, Amber. What were you saying?”

Amber was one of your authors. She was a tall woman with long, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Every time you saw her, she dazzled you with her wild and artistic makeup, often in bold colors and glitter. Here she sat across from you in the corner booth at your favorite cafe to meet up with her for work. Her gaze pierced you out from under her black beret. 

“I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes. Come on. Talk to me. Something is distracting you.”

She sipped at her tea as she watched you like a hawk. Sometimes, you wondered if she was a hawk Hybrid. You sighed. “It’s nothing, Am. Let’s continue.”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t pull that bullshit with me, girl. You and I both know that we ain’t doing shit when one of us has something on our minds.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Can’t get anything past you, huh?”

“Nope. I’ve been with you the longest of your sci-fi brood. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”

This was why you two got along so well. Amber continued as she glanced down at her cup. “Does, uh, this have anything to do with Namjoon?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “What… what makes you think this has anything to do with him?”

“Namjoon and I do research in the same library. Something was… off about him. Didn’t help that he was picking up books from the interlibrary loan desk on Hybrid psychology.”

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair. “Liam,” you paused, unsure of how to even begin, “Liam thinks my roommates are either in love with each other or in love with me because… because they’ve been acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

So, you set about explaining to Amber about how oddly they’ve been acting. And about how poorly you responded in kind to them. She listened intently. Once you had finished, she thought for a moment. “Do you love them?”

“What? Of course.”

Amber shook her head. “No. Not like how you love Liam. I’m talking ‘ooey-gooey lovey-dovey take me here on this table’ type of love.”

“Amber!”

“What? Would you rather me describe as it as ‘make me a candle lit dinner then fuck me on the sofa’ type of love,” she asked, all the while maintaining a perfectly straight face.

You gaped at her. “Amber! We’re in public!”

Amber just laughed. “Whatever, bitch. So? You in love with any of them? All of them?”

Her powerful gaze genuinely made you reflect upon yourself. Were you in love with any of them? It would certainly take a more than a mere moment’s thoughts to confirm it, but— a little voice at the back of your mind whispered, ‘yes, you loved them, all of them.’ A soft smile found its way onto your face.

Amber gave you a big cheesy smile. “I knew it! You love them!”

She squealed like a 13 year old girl at a concert, earning you two looks from your fellow cafe patrons. You giggled at her reaction. “Calm down. Everyone’s looking at us. And, let’s assume for a moment, maybe, and I mean maybe, I was in love. With all of them. What can I do? I don’t want to hurt any of them more than I already have. And… I have a date tomorrow. Jongin was the first Hybrid I ever considered dating. I can’t not give him a chance.”

“Well,” Amber swirled her straw in her tea, “I’d say meet with this ‘Jongin.’ But only after you’ve given serious thought to how you feel about your roommates. If being with Jongin invokes the same feelings in you, then I’m wrong: you’re not really in love with them. Just a different type of love. But, if you don’t feel the same way about Jongin and it’s not a more intense feeling, then I’d say turn him down gently. If he’s a Hybrid as you say, he’d probably smell them on you. So, he might naturally accept the fact that you won’t return his affection. Or he’ll go feral. One of the two.”

You rolled your eyes as she laughed. “Thanks, Amber. Really helped ease my worry.” 

She calmed down and reached across the table to grab your hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “But for real: maybe this is an opportunity— a chance to live guilt-free. You’ll be with someone, or maybe even someones, who won’t have any expectations of you carrying their children. Besides, from personal experience, the difference in anatomy can be a real plus.”

“Amber!”

“What? What did you think I was referring to? Dirty girl. I was talking about rubbing ears and warm cuddle buddies. Get your head out of the gutter.”

She smirked at you over the rim of her cup. You knew what she was implying and quite frankly, the idea made you blush. After all, you had never really considered the implications if you really did go ahead with a romantic relationship with any— or all of them. 

Was it possible? 

Would you be happy? 

More importantly, would they be?

As always, reviews, comments, asks, and tags are always loved! ~Peony

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💍 + ][Morde and Abby... although they are just likely to mostly live together and not get married][

@blind-mutant oh they WILL get hitched Abby isn't safe after Rae wedding Morde is making engagement eyes.

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they get married

At the barn! It's where they feel safest after all.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

Mid August and in the late morning and a summer wedding for our boys.

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

Oh absolutely Abby demands a garter toss. I'm giggling at Morde shrieking in his arms and flustered delighted boys as Dae tries to not look at the fact that,,,guys,,,,u already ripped the garter off,,,,why are u still fondling each other,,,,

what their wedding cake looks like

Japanese strawberry shortcake!

….who smashes cake into whose face

Neither of them do but Dae and Peach do that annoying sibling thing where they keep bugging Morde to share his slice of cake with them because "his looks better".

who proposed to who first

100% I'm FERAL for Abby planning all these proposals for Morde and lunch dates with Morde's handsome brother and his husband about it before Morde surprises him one morning with a ring, a basket of pastries that he had Dae teach him how to make and lots of,,,sensual loving. Abby feels bamboozled but?? He loves this man??? Oh god he's the one being swooned for marriage????

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

Dae and Peach walk Morde down the aisle.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

Morde goes for a more casual look and Abby is out looking cute with his gold motif!

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

Golds and blue, Abby's colour and Mordecai's night colour!

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

A bunch of wild flowers from the area so a lot of tulips and cosmos and I love Peach pulling out a bunch of water lilies she found by the river.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

Morde recounts how much he had hated Abby at first, despised the person who had stalked him and thought he could take whatever he wanted (Abby sweating when Dae and Peach narrow eyes at him), but after knowing him and having a chance to be with Abby properly...Morde loves him and he loves how Abby wants to do everything right by everyone he cares about, he wants to take care of Abby for once and kill anyone who thinks badly of him.

Abby talks about what his life used to be like as a demon, how he had never thought he'd get a proper chance to be happy again with someone but here he is, with someone who makes him happier than he ever thought posisble and who he wants to make happier every moment of the day. Morde comes with the best things and Abby wants to simply be happy with his sweet flame.

if anyone’s late to the wedding

Eggcasso is and he comes bounding in halfway through the vows much to everyone's amusement.

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Rhys and the many collections of dogs for Abby and the other trio for Morde. Eggcasso is also shared.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Peach gives a recount of how Morde always had been obsessed with the occult and collected books on it so really it was probably his dream come true to meet Abby (Much to Mordecai's embarrassment

who catches the bouquet( s )

Rhys does because he's Dae's lil flower UwU

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

A lot of Abby scooping Morde up for a kiss or them holding Eggcasso together and definitely a series of photos where everyone else slowly joins in one by one and the photos get sillier and sillier. And a dorky one where Morde is kissing Abby's hands and you can see Abby's tail wagging quickly to the point where it blurs.

what sort of food they have at the reception

Whatever Abby wants really since Morde doesn't enjoy eating and tends to only eat what Abby wants. Maybe something salty tho since he likes snacks. it's why he married Abby

who cries first during the ceremony

Dae does sappy loser.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

Not that wild but the dogs that live around them certainly get more wild with three new people suddenly at the barn and laughing.

what their rings are like

Morde gets something pretty and blue from Abby and Abby gets gold to go with him and purple from Mordecai's arm! I'm also v fond of the roses and leaves theme.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

Some dog clothes for Egg as well as homemade dishes from Dae that he heard Abby liked. The boys also get a bouquet of Irises but neither of them know where it came from....

where they go for their honeymoon

"Hell."

"No."

They settle for going to a small city or some sort of nature reserve since the booths want to see nature and relax.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

Dae and Morde test to see what's stronger; Dae's diamonds or Morde's statues so. Obviously they try and long story short it leads to shattered statue pieces everywhere and Dae with a bleeding hand while Peach crackles and Abby and Rhys screech (Well Abby has a bit of a snort too).

who officiates the ceremony

No one but they probably do the stuff themselves.

what song their first dance is to

La vie en rose

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

Dae and Peach give Morde away.