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Seoksoo - (im)perfect Part 1 - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 5k words

Chapter 1

Most people have a balance of things they like or don’t. Not Seokmin. Seokmin likes a lot of things. Seokmin likes going to karaoke after a long week of testing at school. Seokmin likes singing his lungs out to whatever power ballad he comes across within the confined and padded room, performing for the three or four friends he got to tag along with as if he were making his singing debut. Seokmin liked watching television, cartoons, and funny anime that made him laugh until his sides felt they would burst open. Seokmin likes seeing his friends laugh along with him even if the jokes aren’t that funny. Yes, Seokmin likes a lot of things.

Seokmin likes the feeling of the cool breeze at the tail end of fall, hence why he found himself parked right on the first bench he saw as he strolled out of the last class of the day. With his backpack beside him, Seokmin leaned back and watched as the rest of the campus moved on around him. He liked people watching too; liked seeing people find comfort in the bubble of their friends or lovers, giggling as they strolled through the familiar paths of the university. He liked hearing the monotonous whoosh of the building doors opening and closing in a familiar routine. He liked it because it was familiar; he could plan for the familiar.

Seokmin leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he flipped his phone from his back pocket and into his hands. It was just barely 3:30, he had the entire afternoon and evening to himself. What should he do? There were many things he wanted to do. Unlocking his phone enabled him to see all of his apps, neatly placed in boxes depending on their use. ‘Entertainment’, ‘Social Media’, ‘School Work’, and ‘Finances’ all of it was organized. All of it was familiar, and that was what Seokmin liked. Lazy fingers scrolled through the options. His Twitter icon held onto a bright red bubble with ‘13’ inside, and Seokmin chuckled, clicking it open and skimming the frantic tweeting of his friends as they discussed back and forth about something he had no interest in. Leaving one like to show some support, he closed out the app and was finally rid of the pesky red bubble.

“Spacing out again?” A gentle voice with a hint of playfulness alerted Seokmin to look up. He glanced over to see a head of brunette fluff plop beside him, two honey-bun cheeks grinning. Legs in denim jeans crossed at the ankles, and Seokmin only offered a half smile.

“No, not this time.” He said. “Just finished class. You?”

The brunette putting his head on Seokmin’s shoulder and letting out an exasperated sigh was enough to tell Seokmin of his feelings. “I have two-night classes on Thursdays.”

“Ouch.”

“Teaching is a bitch.” Seokmin snorted, his half-smile widening to one that took up his entire face. “I have a presentation on effective teaching strategies due tomorrow. I’ll be awake until my eyes bleed, Hyung.”

“Awww, Kwannie. I’m sorry.” He patted his friend’s hair affectionately, hoping to relieve some of his tension. “It will all be worth it when you become the best teacher in the country. Teaching the generations of tomorrow!” Seungkwan laughed a bit. “I’ll have dinner ready when you get home, okay?”

A warm hum in reply made Seokmin’s smile soften, but not leave his face. Knowing Seungkwan was satisfied made Seokmin feel the same. “Thanks, Hyung. You’re the best.”

Seokmin likes – no – Seokmin adores his roommate, Boo Seungkwan. The duo met when Seungkwan lugged his bags into his dorm last year with his mom and three chattering older sisters, a flustered freshman rooming with the one sophomore at the time who offered out of all of those who were asked.

“I’m thinking of grilled pork and some sides,” Seokmin said, and Seungkwan was practically salivating. “Sound good?”

“Delicious.” Seungkwan smiled, sitting back up. Arms stretched over his head, another groan escaping his lips. Seokmin noticed this one sounded more optimistic than the last; another thing Seokmin found he liked about Seungkwan. “I’ll be home around 7, I guess. By the time class lets out and I catch the bus-.”

“I’ll be sure to have it ready by then.” Seokmin patted his friend on the shoulder. “You should get going before you’re late to class.”

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” Seokmin shrugged, finally rising from his seat and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m thinking maybe I’ll study in the library for a little while before I head home.” Seungkwan nodded, eyes sparkling. “I want to try and get as much work as I can done this week so I can focus on my lines.”

“That’s right. The play is coming up. When do auditions start?”

“Next week.” Seokmin pulled the rolled-up paper from the side of his bag, unraveling it to show a beautifully decorated flyer. The bright colors and symbols were meant to attract new eyes to the play. “I still have a few more lines to get.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Seungkwan assured. “You always nail your auditions!”

Seokmin’s beaming smile fell to a half-one again. His cheeks flushed a pretty pink at the compliment. “You think?” he asked.

“Of course! Must I remind you that I was the one who made a very detailed sign last year?” No, Seungkwan didn’t. Nobody would forget the gaudy thing, made with makeshift items one would find at the local craft store and glued onto a large piece of paper that Seungkwan waved from the back of the theatre like one of those leaf fans used to cool down an ancient emperor.

“I dunno. I’m kind of nervous this time.”

“Then go run lines to yourself like the loveable weirdo you are, and I’ll see you back at the house.”

“Oh, haha.” Seokmin frowned, though he couldn’t stay mad at Seungkwan’s playful smile. “Bye, Kwannie.” Seokmin waved his friend off down the path, the education building nestled nicely between the theater building Seokmin just left and the science building. Seokmin watched until Seungkwan turned up the steps, eyes seeming to beam as a few friends waved him over. Seokmin watched as they latched onto him, the group chatting as they disappeared behind a turned corner.

Seokmin liked that his friends had friends. When his friends had friends, it meant Seokmin was simply that: another friend.

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The library was usually bustling right after the last set of afternoon classes ended, and Seokmin made his way in, bag at his side and headphones pressed into his ears. He liked the smell of the library, always a sweet scent like vanilla or cinnamon that made one feel they were in a bakery, more than in a library full of old books. Seokmin didn’t mind though. Setting the bag down, he pulled out a laptop, turned it on, and watched the blue light assault his eyes so hard he had to squint for a second. Careful fingers glided along the mouse pad, opening up a half-completed essay on a modern play and how it compared to the original. Seokmin chose Mama Mia! because, of course, he did. He’d seen the American movie millions of times with his sister and mother, and the play in Gangnam just as many times. He could write this essay in his sleep….so why was it only halfway done? Seokmin took a few silent minutes to skim through what he had already written, comparisons of Sophie’s musical portrayal compared to that of American actress Amanda Seyfried being the bulk of the first page. Seokmin pursed his lips together, eyes scanning line by line until he reached the end of the essay. Two out of four pages were completed. And it was due by tomorrow.. Seokmin leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

Seokmin liked studying the lines of plays more than he liked writing about plays, so when he ended up with the script in his hand for the upcoming school musical, XCalibur, a story of King Arthur, he wasn't surprised. Seokmin had read the story in school because what angsty teenager didn’t, and he loved the idea of challenging himself with the role of the lead. Flipping through the script, he scanned the blue-highlighted lines. Beside each chunk of Arthur’s lines, he scribbled a few notes and ideas for how he wanted to portray himself. Or, well, how the director would want him to be portrayed. His lips quietly mouthed the lines, nose scrunching when Arthur was disgusted and eyes widening when he was shocked. When someone at the next table coughed, Seokmin froze, his lips stopping mid-lip-synced sentence. His head turned towards the sound, locking eyes with a blonde girl whose hair was tugged into two tight braids. Her glasses that sat atop her nose were pushed up just slightly, allowing Seokmin to briefly catch her eyes, which studied him. He could feel his eyebrows raised as he sat frozen in a stunned expression, lips parted slightly. The sight of this girl glaring daggers into him for a mere second was enough to get him to turn back to the script, face completely resetting back to normal. Was she sick? Why was she in the library if she was sick, though? That’s not very sanitary…Seokmin felt panic bubble in his chest. Seokmin flipped his script closed and shoved it in his bag.

He would save running lines for home, less coming across like one of those ‘weirdos’ Seungkwan mentioned.

If he wasn’t going to write his essay…or study his lines…what else could one do in the library? Read, of course. Seokmin traveled up the steps to the second level, immediately catching sight of different people huddled around tables and on computers as they attempted to get their work done. A few were lounging on big, comfy chairs and simply reading. He looked around for a minute, scanning the different options. Seokmin liked to read about romance. Seokmin liked romance, period. There was something about seeing the progression of two people who were once strangers coming together and forming a new timeline, one that intertwined with each other in ways they may or may not have imagined.

Eyes darted from top shelf to bottom, at the spines of various books hoping to stand out among the sea of other romance novels. Seokmin didn’t care; he’d read them all. Reaching up, Seokmin took hold of one that caught his eye. A deep red cover with the outline of two rings sitting on top of one another, supporting one another in what looked like an empty void otherwise. The title ‘P for perfect’ was written in English and Korean, as well as the author. Seokmin flipped through the pages for a second, taking in the few words and short blurbs that he could as pages whirred by his eyes, before tucking it under his arm and leaving a book-shaped hole in the shelf where he pulled it. Seokmin pursed his lips, studying the hole for a second before sliding all of the books down just a tad and closing it up. “There.” He whispered. That hole would have eventually led to books falling over due to the mere weight the others. Seokmin liked knowing they were secure.

As he walked down the aisle just a bit more, reaching a wide lounging area, he caught more individuals buried in their books to study, a similar sight regardless of where in the library he looked. He caught sight of one person in particular sitting at a seat alone, not studying but instead sitting beside a large stack of papers. Seokmin couldn’t explain why he wanted to stare – maybe he was a weirdo, and that’s why the girl from downstairs was looking at him funny – but he stood behind one of the walls of books and watched the male press the tip of a red pen to his lips. His brows were furrowed, deep in thought at whatever he was reading. His hair was just barely hiding Seokmin from seeing his side profile, light brown hair hanging in front of his face until a hand came up and tucked the strands behind his ear. He….was fucking gorgeous! A nose that fell to a perfect point, and wide eyes that seemed focused on the task before him. Lips covering the tip of that red pen protruded slightly, looking as if he were almost chewing down on the writing utensil.

Seokmin liked a lot of things….and this guy’s side profile was now one of them.

Pen pressed to paper finally, allowing the man’s lips to press together once again as he scribbled away. Seokmin finally retreated when the male looked up, light brown locks swaying a bit. Seokmin couldn’t see, but it seemed someone else was calling for him. Waving his head in acknowledgment, Seokmin watched Brown-Locks stand up and stuff his papers in his bag before heading towards the figure he knew was blocked by the bookshelf before him. When the man was out of his sight, Seokmin stepped into view, his book held tightly to his chest.

I wonder if he saw me at all. Seokmin thought to himself, though he was unsure if he’d like that or not.

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Seokmin liked to cook, but he was neither good nor bad at it. He knew basic recipes his mother taught him when he was younger and learned some new ones off the internet. Seungkwan helped sometimes, but Seokmin liked the sight of his friend’s eyes sparkling when he took the first bite of his food.

“It’s delicious, Hyung.” Seungkwan always beams; thus Seokmin always finds himself pressed against the kitchen counter making sure that the rice finishes cooking at the same time that the pork finishes grilling. He doesn’t mind, though. Seungkwan has always made sure he was a good roommate. He has from the time they were in the dorms until this year when they decided to get one of the apartments just off campus in hopes of a little more freedom. The rent being pretty cheap, even without the discount they gave to students attending school nearby, meant it wasn’t the most spacious, but it had what two college students in their twenties who yearned for a bit more freedom required. A kitchen, two bedrooms, and their own little laundry space tucked neatly into the corner. What they saved by cheapening out on the rent they used to keep their pantry filled with snacks and goodies, the perfect spot that the duo found themselves graviating towards for a snack during those late night study sessions. It was their own permanent sleep over and Seokmin liked that. It was exactly what he needed.

The clock read 6:15 when Seokmin next looked at it, and he looked down at the spread he had been preparing since he arrived home. Once dinner was done, and Seungkwan offered to do the dishes, Seokmin could sit on the couch with a snack and-.

Bzzzzt. Bzzt.

Seokmin peeled his eyes from the clock just long enough to feel the vibration of his phone from his back pocket. With a quick cleaning of his rice-covered hands, he flipped open his phone. Kwannie followed by a string of orange emoji appeared on his phone. Without missing a beat, Seokmin opened the phone and pressed it to his ear. “Hey!” He beamed.

“Ah, hey….” Immediately, Seokmin felt his smile falter and his other hand drop to his side. His stomach did a flip that made him want to hurl. “Seokmin-Hyung, listen. I don’t know if I’ll make it home for dinner after all.”

“O-oh.” Seokmin muttered.

“I’m sorry. My friends invited me to the library to get the rest of this project done and I need all the help I can get. I think there are some books I need to get at the library, too.” Seungkwan sighed. “I’m so sorry.” Hearing Seungkwan’s amplified apology burned Seokmin’s ears, and he toyed with one of the loops in his jeans.

“Sorry?” he asked. “Why are you sorry?” Seokmin looked down at the rice cooling down. “You need to finish your project, after all.”

“Do you want to come back and join us for dinner? I’ll pay!”

“No, no. Go have fun with your friends.” He assured. “I’ll save you some leftovers for tomorrow, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” his voice was soft, shaky, almost bordering embarrassed.

“Sure,” Seokmin assured. “I can’t eat all of this by myself.” He giggled. “Go get your work done for your presentation. That’s…much more important.”

Seungkwan must have caught Seokmin’s delay because he paused a second before replying. “Okay. Thank you, Hyung. I’m sorry it’s so last minute. I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Make it up to me by getting an A, how about that.” Seokmin heard a breathy chuckle from his friend. “Just let me know when you’re headed home, yeah? And be safe.”

“Right. I’ll see you later on tonight, then.” Seokmin hummed, quickly slapping his phone shut, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. He winced when he heard it bounce off the plush surface and onto the floor, the echo reverberating into the room.

“Shit….” He turned back to the meal before him, just barely done and ready to be served. Seokmin allowed the clinking of metal silverware and plates to fill the silence in the apartment as he fixed the settings on the table from two to one. Nestling into his seat, Seokmin looked down at the spread. “It’s for school…” He said to himself, picking up the bowl of rice. He reached his chopsticks forward for some grilled pork, mixing the two and sticking it into his mouth. He hoped if it was filled with food, it wouldn’t utter anything else. He had to finish his project. It’s understandable….

When Seokmin felt his eyes prick with tears, a sleeved arm came and caught them, pressing against his eyes so hard that for a second he saw stars. With a few deep breaths, he lowered his arm and stuck another bite of dinner in his mouth.

As he chewed, he knew the food was delicious. It was the same recipe he always used. However, the emptiness from across the little table in the kitchen made him question his cooking ability for a second.

Seokmin hated broken promises. But…maybe this wouldn’t have happened if the girl at the library didn’t think Seokmin looked like such a weirdo rehearsing lines. A domino effect it seems.

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Seokmin was sipping a glass of water, his new library book propped open as Seungkwan made his presence known. Seokmin turned his head as the brunette strolled in. Despite their red strain, most likely from hours of staring at a computer, Seungkwan’s eyes were beaming as he strolled in. It was as if he won the lottery. Seokmin checked the time: 11:00.

“Hyung-.” Seungkwan beamed almost immediately when he saw Seokmin sitting there. “You’ll never guess what happened tonight.”

Seeing Seungkwan’s excitement made Seokmin’s own smile form on his face, a chameleon blending in with his surroundings. He closed his book, making sure to mark the page for later. Seungkwan practically swan dove onto the couch, sitting with his legs crossed as he turned to his taller roommate. “What happened? Did you get your work done?”

“Mhm.” Seungkwan seemed proud. “But that’s not all. Guess who ended up coming to the study group?” Seokmin cocked an eyebrow, silently prompting Seungkwan to share. “Chwe Hansol!”

Immediately, Seokmin recalled the name. A boy in two of Seungkwan’s previous education classes. This one too, it seems. “Aaah.” A grin of intrigue broke on Seokmin’s face. “Really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think he was coming but apparently, he got invited last minute, too.” Seungkwan’s eyes sparkled, and Seokmin could have sworn he saw hearts forming in his friend’s pupils. “He was helping me with my translations for some of the articles. Did I tell you that he was born in New York?”

“You did.”

“Yeah, so he speaks fluent English and has his Korean citizenship.” Seungkwan sighed, bliss filling his lungs and exhaling right into Seokmin’s face. “He’s just so cool.”

“Oooo.” Seokmin smiled. “Is there perhaps a confession of love soon?”

“Whaaaaat? Hyung, no, no. I don’t know if he’s into that. He’s pretty to himself.” Seokmin smiled as his friend's cheeks grew redder and redder the more he talked. “I mean. I don’t know if he’s not not into guys like that. I didn’t ask.”

“Well, there’s your problem.”

“But I barely know him,” Seungkwan added. “I don't think that’s good first conversation talk. ‘Hey, you’re really cute. Are you gay?’” Seokmin nodded in acknowledgement.

“Fair point. No use running right out of the gate. But, now that you two have some kind of connection you should feel it out. Tonight is the first time you had an interaction with him outside of staring at him in class.” Seungkwan giggled shyly. “Just get to know him more and see if he’s something you want to spend time with, and not just…well, you know-.” Seokmin paused a second, lips tugged together as he figured out how to phrase the rest of his sentence.

“…Fuck?” Seungkwan asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” The duo laughed. “Just see what kind of guy he is and see if that matches what you’re looking for. If you don’t do that, then you’ll end up either screwing up royally, or heartbroken, or both.”

“But I get nervous when I talk to him,” Seungkwan said. “Like tonight, he reached out and pointed to an English sentence to translate to me. He was this close-.” Seungkwan squeezed his thumb and pointer finger together until there was barely a centimeter between them. “I felt like I wanted to curl up and die. I don’t even think I spoke like an actual human in that moment.”

“You’ll get more comfortable. If he’s as cool as you say he is, then you’ll find your groove to talk to him. If not-.” Seokmin shrugged. “There’s plenty of others out there. You’re definitely someone to be sought after, no question.”

“Aww, thanks, Hyung.” Seungkwan sounded hopeful and relieved, which caused those feelings to parallel in Seokmin. “You’re always so good to talk to.”

“I try,” Seokmin confessed. “But it’ll all work out, so don’t stress much anymore. You should go to sleep if you have to give that presentation tomorrow.”

“Oh, you’re right! I’m so tired.” Seungkwan sighed. “I don’t think I’ve done that much reading and studying in a while.”

“I’m sure. Want tea or something before you turn in?”

“Nah. I’m okay.” Seungkwan smiled, his face now catching up with the rest of him as he yawned. “I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, okay?” he hummed. Seokmin’s smile dropped a bit, but not enough to make someone notice. Seungkwan’s eyes were half closed already, so he might not have. “Goodnight, Hyung.” He waved before retreating into his room, closing the door behind him.

Seokmin rested against the back of the couch once more, setting his library book on his lap. He looked down at it, thumbing the cover. When he touched the picture of the rings, he pressed his thumb against it, as if somehow the cool metal would rip through the cover and press into his hand. No luck, his thumb just turned a bit white and he lifted it back up, allowing the blood to flow back to the digit. It was past 11, most likely almost 12, and Seokmin knew he too had to head to bed. Rising from his spot, he set his book on the end table and headed into his own room.

Seokmin’s Wicked poster loomed over his bed as if it were watching over his most prized possessions as they sat comfortably on his mattress. Plushies. Seokmin. Loved. Plushies. He closed the door behind him, and it felt as if his little squishy friends greeted him, all with warm smiles to see him return after a long day. None of them thought he was a weirdo, and if they did, they couldn’t talk so they could never say so.

Seokmin crawled under the covers of his blanket, shuffling the few plush toys to either the headboard or the footrest, while others simply scattered around his bed. He hummed, nestling his head into his pillow and looking over at his newly acquired stuffed ravioli plush. Seungkwan and he found it during their most recent outing, and Seokmin almost flew out of his shoes when he saw the little guy staring at him from the window of a nearby shop. The smile on his face hurt long after he gave the confused and possibly concerned older woman his credit card and carried the ravioli plush out the door absolutely beaming the whole way to the car.

Seokmin knew tomorrow he had a lot of stuff to do, such as finish his essay on Mama Mia!, and get those last few chunks of blue highlighted lines memorized before his audition. He also knew that tomorrow’s breakfast would be taken care of, and waiting for him in the morning.

Will it be?

Seokmin closed his eyes, his hand secured around his little ravioli pal as he slowly began drifting off to sleep.

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“You know, maybe if you weren’t such a crazy fucking bitch, we wouldn’t be here right now!”

“Oh, fuck you! You always find some way to try and blame this on me. Do you fucking hear yourself right now?!

“All I hear is you yapping away like you always do!”

enough…

“You literally don’t even care about me, or this family, or anyone! You only care about yourself and what’s at the end of a fucking bottle! Do we mean nothing to you?!”

“Keep fucking running your mouth. Keep doing it, Lord knows you love to hear yourself talk!”

stop…

“Someone has to keep talking or else all you’ll hear in that little head of yours is your fucking mind!”

please….

The sound of a loud banging made Seokmin’s eyes fly open, and he immediately sat up in bed. The force of his movements sent all of his plush toys flying onto the floor, except for the ravioli plush that he kept in a fucking vice grip. It took a second for Seokmin’s eyes to register where he was, silhouettes of his dresser and his end table looking like boxy ghosts until his brain assured him it was just furniture. His heart was pounding in his chest, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get himself to stop feeling like he was drowning in the deepest part of the sea, with cinder blocks wrapped around his ankles.

Finally, his ears picked up something muffled from the other end of a very thin wall.

“Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“I’m not going anywhere. If it wasn’t for my paycheck, you’d be living on the fucking street and you know it!”

Oh…..this again.

Seokmin looked up at the wall as if it would allow him to see through it. The neighbors were fighting yet again. It was muffled, but their anger was as evident as ever. Seokmin could hear it clear as day, and he considered that a curse.

Seokmin hated unexpected loud noises. He hated the sound of screams, and guttural anger from one person to the next. He hated the sound of banging on walls, the slamming of doors, and the breaking of expensive glass.

“I’ll fucking leave and you’ll never see me or the kids ever again!”

“Go then! Leave!”

He hated the sound of empty threats because eventually they would not be so empty.

Seokmin turned towards his end table – not a boxy ghost – and reached forward, pulling open the drawer and pulling out a white pair of headphones. There was a significantly tight knot in the middle that he couldn’t undo no matter how many times his long fingers desperately fumbled with it. His hands were trembling, which meant no matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t get the headphone cord into the port on his phone. Each second that passed where this loudness entered his ears made his heart beat faster, and his adrenaline started pumping.

When he heard the sound of a muffled baby cry, Seokmin felt that familiar pricking sensation in the corner of his eyes. Finally, the adaptor connected with his phone, and he frantically pressed the white triangle that awaited him on his home screen. Within seconds, music flooded his ears and drowned out the fighting in the apartment over.

Seokmin saw a light turn on in the living room, and a shadow travel past his door. Seungkwan was awake….he could handle it. He may be the younger of the two, but he always handled it.

He was the one who could handle it.

Seokmin fell back onto the bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. His hand patted at his side for his ravioli plush, and when he connected with it, he squeezed it to his chest. Exhaling, Seokmin squeezed his eyes closed. He needed to go back to sleep….he couldn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he hoped that whatever it was, it was better than what was happening in real life. It was a 50/50 chance every time. A flip of a coin that had a smile on one side and a frown on the other.

Seokmin knew the coin landed on the frowny face when behind his eyelids, a familiar girl with blonde braids shot daggers at him from her seat. Did she still think he was a weirdo? Did she think that in the first place?

Go practice your lines in the library like the [redacted] weirdo you are.

I probably did look like such a weirdo. He thought to himself, pressing his face into the back of his plush. He liked how soft it felt on his face, like a comforting one-sided hug.

Seokmin liked a lot of things, but he hated so many more.

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sheinthatfandom · 2 years ago

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Title: my brothers keeper

Prompt: "I need advice" (time passes) "never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Rating: mature

Word count: 464

Pairing: Matt Jackson/Wheeler Yuta, Nick Jackson/luchasaurus

AN: Written for @wrestleprompts thankyou @icecream-and-gadreel for helping me come up with it and @sarahcakes613 for telling me not to throw it out after it was done lol

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11:25pm

"I need advice"

1:59am

"never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Nick groaned seeing the missed texts from his older brother and tag team partner. Tonight was going to be a night of many regrets, and the first one was going to the casino with Brandon and missing the opportunity to stop Matt from doing something foolish.

“I’m afraid to ask”

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“Is that…”

“No! Matty no!!”

“Matty YES!”

There in 5k on his wide screen phone was a crystal clear photo of the Blackpool combat clubs young lion Wheeler Yuta. Yuta was in what looked to be Matt’s hotel room, the white blanket thrown haphazardly over him as he slept on his back. His neck and shoulders bright with purple marks Nick knew if he zoomed in would have teeth indentations in the middle.

Kenny was going to be pissed, Don would gleefully used this as more fodder to light their friendship up and Adam…actually Adam probably wouldn’t care since he and Mox had their own thing going on that didn’t look like pure hate, it was all together confusing, but Nick still didn’t want to be put in the middle of this. Because even though his side would be mad and rightfully so they’ll still work together the BCC on the other hand were… all around strange and did not behave in any way that the brothers could predict. Was this part of their plan? Were they going to jump Matty in his room? Was Wheeler trying to romance his brother into turning on them? Actually no that was stupid and honestly Matt got around enough everyone should know being good in bed wasn’t enough to gain Matt’s loyalty. But still what the hell Matt!

“Are you effing kidding me!”

“I'm going to effing murder you!”

“That's it find another tag team partner!”

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“awww that's funny.”

“you're a funny guy”

“Anyway, time for round 2!! 😇🥰😘🤯”

“Damnit Matt!” Frustrated, he slammed his phone down on the bureau.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?”

Nick turned to his bed seeing he had woken up his own roommate. “Sorry Lucha, Matt just… thinking with his dick again.”

Luchasaurus grinned and gave Nick a look that sent an excited shiver down his spine. “Oh yeah that’s just a Matt thing, no way does anyone else in the Jackson clan have that problem.”

“You know I could always kick you out.” They both knew that threat was empty.

“Hmm you could, though I would hope you’d at least fix this before you threw me out.” The Dino moved the blanket showing off his impressive length, hard and slightly curved.

“Well… I did wake you up. It’s really the least I can do.”

#aew #Matt Jackson #nick jackson #aew imagine #wrestleprompts #the young bucks #loren writes #my fic #my writing #not beta read #luchasaurus

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whynot-tryit · 2 years ago

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Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You were known for being shy and Eddie loves making you blush. But after a party you’re a bit drunk and now it’s your turn to make him blush.

Warnings: Just some kissing you horny bastards

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Ever since you were a kid you never put yourself out there. You were much more on the quieter side, kept to yourself except for the handful of friends you had which were much louder than you would ever even think of being. One of those friends in your sparse collection was none other than Eddie Munson. A man known for his boldness, theatrics, and loudness. One thing he was especially known for was making you blush. Every chance this man had, he took. Now you liked the compliments, but what really drove you was the little smile that would grace his face once he saw the redness that would creep up the apples of your cheeks. Not that you’re really complaining. If anything you really liked it, but on so many occasions you have tried to dish these compliments back at him only for him to hit you right back and you’d end up blushing even harder.

You always thought it was just apart of him and his friendship, never even imagining he would be doing it for another reason. But Eddie did have his reasons, many of them. He loved the blushing, the way your head would dip down to your chest and how you’d fiddled with your hands trying to come up with something to say back to him. Eddie thought it was absolutely adorable, he thought you were adorable. Maybe if he told you he thought you were beautiful enough times you would believe it, and god did he want you to believe it.

On this specific day, Eddie has dished out quite a few one liners and you didn’t think your cheeks would stop aching from blushing so much anytime soon.

“Why are you smiling so much?”

You come out of your day dream and turn to look at your friend, Susan. “Ummm, no reason. Just having a good day toady I guess.” You say in response to her question. “No reason? You sure it’s not from Munson’s comment on the color of your eyes?”

“Of course not, you know how he is. “

“You’re right, I know how he is, just you know, madly in love with you.”

You almost choke on your spit at the last part of Susan’s sentence. “Excuse me, what would make you come to that conclusion?”

“Oh you know, all the compliments, the longing looks, the fleeting touches. I mean come on some amateur writer can make a best selling romance novel out of this shit.”

You rolled your eyes. You rack your mind trying to find something to change the direction of the conversation. “Do you think you’re gonna go to that house party tonight?” You ask.

“Only if you come with of course.” Susan says with a bright smile on her face she only ever brings out when she wants to persuade you to do something you’ll most likely regret. You start feeling a knot in your stomach once it hits you that she will for sure bing persuading you into going to the party with her. You let out a deep irritated sigh and start to make your way to the last class of the day.

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You were right. Susan did manage to persuade you into going to tonights party, god you hated how gullible you were. Thats all you kept repeating in your head while walking out of your last class and to the parking lot in front of the school. You’re almost to your car when you hear the sound of fast paced foot steps hitting the gravel and what seems like a key chain. You turn around, already knowing who it was.

“Hey sweetheart, did you get even prettier since I saw you at lunch?”

You already feel the heat rushing to your face but you still let a small smile grace your face and look up at Eddie. “Hi Eddie,” you say tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “you weren’t in Mrs. Stanely’s class today.”

“Awww, did you miss me?” You blush even harder, dipping your head down.

“Adorable.” He says stopping just a foot away from you and crossing his arms in front of him. “So heard you were going to that party later tonight.”

“Yeah I am actually, who told you that?”

“Susan, that girl can’t keep quiet even if you duck taped her mouth shut.”

You let out a light chuckle at that, you know its true anyway, Susan was always loud it was one of the many traits that brought you two together. “Well, um, I just wanted to double check since you don’t usually go to these types of things.” Eddie says taking an extra step closer to you. “Oh um, yeah, she pretty much is dragging me with her, could be fun.” You say having to crane your neck up a bit more now that he’s closer.

“Well I’ll be there later tonight too, parties are good for business.” You nod at his statement, feeling a small flutter in your stomach knowing you’ll see him tonight. Eddie steps one more step forward and lifts his hand up to tuck that lose strand of hair back behind you ear, “I also gotta be there to make sure no one steals you away, princess.” He says, keeping the hand he used to push your hair back on the side of your face. The coolness of the rings on his finger did nothing to help the hotness that rush through your face at his words. “Steals me? What does that even mean?” You ask, voice low, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his. Can’t seem to stop yourself from glancing down to his lips that are already pulled into a smile when he sees where your eyes are focused on. “I can’t have anyone else making you blush like I do. Thats my job.” He finishes his sentence with one final stroke of your cheek and one more toothy smile. “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.” Eddie slowly takes a step back and then another before turning around and walking to his van, throwing one more smile over his shoulder for you.

Sweet baby jesus, this man was gonna make you melt, right into a puddle and into a black hole. You don’t know how and when you broke out of the little trance he left you in but you make it into your car and take a deep breath before driving home. Susan was gonna come over soon to start getting ready for tonight.

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“Okay so are we going for the fuck me look or the I’m cool look?”

You let out a sigh, “why are those my only two options?”. “Well since you said Munson is gonna be there maybe this will finally be the chance to break that tension you guys have.” You roll your eyes for what felt like the tenth time today. “Stop saying that, you know thats not gonna happen.” Did you like Eddie? Yes, yes you did. Were you ever going to say something about it to him? Probably never. If it were up to you, you’d probably take it to your grave. He just liked to poke fun at you with all the compliments he laid on you, nothing more.

“How about this. Lets let lose tonight, drink up, and maybe you’ll get some liquid courage if you know what I mean.” Susan said turning her head towards you and raising a brow. You thought about it for a second or two, she’s right. You didn’t drink often but you knew you were much more laid back when you did. Maybe you could make a move tonight, say something, make him blush for once. The thought of a blush on Eddie Munson face brought a small smile to your face. You’d love to see that. “You know what, maybe I will.” You say finally looking up from your bed. Susan shoots you a very surprised look before giving you a wide smile. She lets out a little excited squeal and jumps up and down for a moments before going back to her vanity to fix up her makeup. You can’t help keeping the smile on your face while you change into the outfit, hair and makeup already being done.

The good thing was that the party was only two blocks away which meant you guys could walk and better yet, you both could drink as much as you wanted. You and Susan made your way out onto the street and made your way to the house.

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You’re an hour in, empty red solo cup in hand, still no sign of Eddie. You feel yourself start to wonder if maybe he lied about coming tonight, maybe changed his mind last minute. The thought caused a small knot to form in your stomach. You had had a couple drinks, nothing too crazy, you’re just starting to feel the heat creeping in your chest making its way up your neck and into your head which felt a little foggy. You couldn’t say the same for Susan, that girl was a chugger and not even you could stop her. Speaking of which, you could not find her. Your eyes scan the room, falling on each individual face trying pick her out but to no result. Making your way through the crowd you venture out into one of the halls, maybe she made her way to the bathroom. Yup, no sign of her. You let out another sigh and make your way back to the kitchen to grab one more drink.

“Y/n!”, you turn your head in the direction of your name. Its Noah, a classmate of yours in one of your morning classes. “Hey Noah, didn’t think I’d see you here.” You say, “I definitely didn’t expect to see you here either, gorgeous.” He’s leaning against the wall now, about an inch too close for comfort, you take a small step back just to leave enough room between the both of you. The nickname gorgeous usually has you blushing and stuttering but something felt different when you heard it come out of Noah’s mouth. You didn’t blush.

“I came here with Susan, she doesn’t like to come alone to these kinds of things.”

“Ahh, that makes sense. Well are you least enjoying the party?”

Racking your head for a good word for how tonight is going takes a lot longer than you thought but you settle on, “Its alright I guess, nothing amazing.” Noah nods his head, a silent form of agreement. You turn your head back out to the crowd, trying to catch Susan in the crowd. You don’t see her but your eyes glance to the hall way and there he is. Eddie is speaking to some party kid, probably making some kind of deal. You can’t help the big smile that makes its way onto your face. You look back to Noah and excuse yourself, not bothering to hear his response to your abrupt departure. Making your way through the crowd towards him, bumping shoulders with multiple people, almost loosing your footing a couple times. As you finally make it through you see Eddie finish his deal and about to turn around to head outside.

“Eddie!” You’re only five feet away now and he turns around at the sound of his name. Once his eyes fall on you making your way to cross the last couple of feet to him he lets out a wide toothy smile. “Princess!”, you have no clue what came over you but the excitement of seeing him, the smile, the nickname. You finally reach him and wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek on his chest, after a second or two you pull away keeping a hold of his shirt in between your fingers by his waist and look up at him. You see a look you haven’t seen before on his face. Somewhere between surprised and happy. “I thought you’d change your mind about coming, thought I wasn’t gonna get the chance to see you.” You can’t wipe the smile on your face while you say it, god you were just so happy to see him. Eddie sees your excitement and his smile gets even bigger, not pulling away from the grip you have on his shirt.

“Oh so you’re happy to see me?”

“Of course I am, I’m always happy to see you Eddie.”

Maybe the drinks you had had some truth serum slipped into them but you didn’t have the heart to care. You were always happy to see him and at this very moment you had no problem telling him that. His eyes seem to look even deeper into you if that was even possible and that smile it was like it was tattooed to his face. He brings up his hands and cups both your shoulders. “How much have you had to drink, sweetheart?”

“Not that much really.” You still haven’t let go of his shirt and to be honest you don’t want to let go anytime soon. Eddie’s smile simmers down just a bit while his eyes scan your face trying make out if you were telling the truth or not. You two are too focused on each other until someone comes up from behind you and accidentally bumps into your back just a little too hard making you trip forward straight into Eddie’s chest, his arms go around you squishing you into his chest, muttering something along the lines of calling someone an asshole. He looks down at you, you’re chest to chest now, “wanna get out of here?”. You think about Susan for a bit, you still have no idea where she is. She can find you later, you know she would be pushing you to say yes to him. “Yeah lets go.” You push yourself away and take ahold of his hand and make your way to the back door of the house and step out, going towards the side of the garage. A perfect amount of secludedness yet not too far away from the party.

You finally let go of his hand and plop yourself down on a stone, theres a cluster of them next to the garage. Eddie takes a seat on one as well, right next to you. Thinking back about what Susan said while you guys were getting ready, you decide tonight is the night. Your goal was to make Eddie Munson blush. Looking over at him you realize he’s already staring at you, forearms on his knees, hands holding one another. You don’t know what it is about his face, if its his eyes, his hair, oh god how much you wanted to put your hands in it. And his lips, what it would feel like to kiss him. Eddie doesn’t know what to say either, the way your eyes are tracing his face has him feeling jittery and he has no idea what to do about it. “Whats with the staring, princess?” He asks, “I just think you’re really handsome.” You say it with a smile and Eddie feels like he short circuits. Much to your dismay he doesn’t blush but he does let out a chuckle and small smile while turning his head, cutting eye contact for a few short moments before continuing it again. You come up with an idea.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ask while starting to fiddle with a thread that hangs off of your jean clad thighs. “yeah, shoot.”

“Why do you compliment me all the time? Is it like a new form of bullying that I don’t know about?”

“God no princess. But if you want me to be honest you’re gonna have to get closer.” You see the smirk on his face before he finishes his sentence. If this interaction happened at school and you were stone cold sober you might have just made up some excuse and get yourself out of there but something tells you, probably Susan’s voice in the back of your head, to play along.

You get up and take a step towards him, bending down to push his forearms off his knees and slide yourself onto his lap. With your legs dangling off one side of him and hands coming to brush against the lapel of his leather jacket. “Is this close enough?” Looking at him, you might not have caught it if you didn’t hold your gaze on his face but you did. The faint blush that spread across his cheeks sent a wave of satisfaction through your body and a little something else that you couldn’t put your finger on, the site of it bordered on the edge of addicting. You needed more of it.

“y-yeah, yeah... it’s perfect.” Eddie stutters, wrapping his arms around your waist to make sure you don’t slide off his lap.

“So now can I ask you that question.”

“Go for it princess.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and start fiddling with his hair, eyes scanning his face while you gather the courage you have left for the night to string a few word together and ask.

“Do you actually think I’m pretty?” You somehow manage to hold eye contact when you finally push the words out of your mouth. Eddie’s eyes show a look of sincerity and it calms the butterflies you’ve had in your stomach since you’ve sat in his lap. “I think you’re gorgeous.” God that smirk. You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling so wide. But theres one more part of your question you ave to ask him.

“Then why have you never tried to kiss me?”

Eddies eyes widen, his mouth opens and closes trying to formulate a response but he comes up empty. “I mean if you think I’m so pretty I would say you wanted to kiss me.” You shuffle in his lap making sure you face him. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” Eddies fingers start rubbing circled into the skin on your waist, eyes darting around your face trying to again formulate a response. He finally finds the words.

“Yes I want to, I’ve been wanting to... but I -”

“Then do it.”

You don’t know where this courage is or where that shy version of you went to hide but you have never wanted something so bad, to kiss Eddie, right here and right now. You scoot yourself up his thighs a bit, your noses are an inch apart and your eyes dart from his eyes down to his lips for a split second and Eddie sees. You don’t mind the silence, if anything you feel powerful being able to render the man you think so highly of absolutely speechless. Your hands slide from the back of his neck and through his hair and up his jaw, now holding his face in your hands with your thumbs swiping his cheeks.

Eddie grabs your wrists halting the motion of your thumbs. “Are you sure you want to kiss me?” You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips. Eddie Munson was always the gentlemen, you remember describing him as that to Susan and her calling you a liar, not believing you. You thought about all the doors he held open for you, that time he tied your shoe lace when your hands were full of textbooks and how you have never once felt uncomfortable by his words or action. Yes you wanted to kiss him and even more.

“Yes and if you don’t kiss me right now I’m gonna do it myse-”

Eddie puts his hand on either side of your face and brings your lips to his. They’re soft, a lot more softer than you ever dreamed of them being. You slide your tongue across his bottom lip asking to go deeper, he complies. You tilt your head to the side deepening the kiss. He copies you, tilting his head too and slowly brings his hands to the back of your head, wading his fingers through your hair. Your hands slowly made the decent from his face to his chest, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling, wanting to get as close as possible. Eddie nipped at your lip and you let out a whimper. He groans into the kiss and tugs at your hair. You pull away, out of breath and resting your forehead against his and slowly open your eyes to see Eddie already staring at you. His eyes are half lidded and glazed over, his lips are wet and swollen and theres even a hint of a faint red hue dusting his cheeks. You smile and let out a little chuckle.

You’re about to head in for a second round when you hear your name, it’s Susan.

You lift your head up and turn it in the direction of the house and see her on the back patio searching for you.

You turn back to Eddie who still hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Taking a chance you put your hands on the sides of his face and pull his to you and place a kiss to the spot between his brows. “I’ll see you at school, handsome.” You say while pulling yourself away from him, slowly pulling yourself from his lap and onto your feet. You go to turn away but Eddies hand darts out and he loops a hand in the belt hoop of your jeans pulling you back to stand in front of him. He stares up at you, eyes full of uncertainty.

“Can I.. um call you?”

You send him a smile and nod your head. He lets go and you make your way back to the house to find Susan and head home. You smile the whole way back and it widens when you finally get into your pajamas and hear the phone in the corner of your room ring.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

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raplinesmoon · 3 years ago

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Finish Line (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp... I am sorry au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 750 warnings: sexual tension, going for car rides (*ahem*), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames, fingering, spanking, clit slapping, unprotected sex (put your hubcap on b4 you rev up ok), breast play, c*m tasting, brat tamer Jin (he's mean but it's sexyyyy) rating: NC17

summary: you challenge Jin to a race...first one to the finish line wins big.

a/n: so i raised hell by proposing this scenario in the @bangtanbathhouse discord, and i had to write bc dilfs now have a hold on me thanks to @taesinferno. presenting to y'all, sugar daddy Jin ready to distract you from the road hehe <3 also this is my first time writing smut so pls sabdahjdbjskf go easy on me. i hope y'all enjoy! (not sure i'll write something like this again)

“I’m sorry,” Jin balks, tipping his tinted aviators down to rest on the bridge of his nose. “You want me to do what?”

His eyes scan your upset face, painted lips pursed into a pout, slowly drifting down to where the unbelievably thin straps of your baby blue silk slip dress meet the v-shaped neckline.

Clearing his throat, he quickly averts his eyes and shoots you a haughty smirk. Recently, you’d become extra needy for his affection, the luxury bags and sparkling diamonds no longer doing much to capture your attention. As a busy CEO with little time for romance, some part of his male ego swelled at the thought of having a bright, young thing like you so captivated by his attention.

“Jin, pleaaaase,” you whined, stomping your red-bottomed heels into the ground. “I want you to take me for a ride.”

His heart skips a beat at how easily and innocently the debauched phrase falls from your lips while you flutter your eyelashes. Suddenly, it made the exorbitant sum he’d shoveled out for a new Lambo this week seem very worth it.

“Awww poor baby,” he reaches out to tilt your chin upwards, the glint in his eyes causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“If you wanted a ride, Princess, all you had to do was ask.”

You clench inadvertently at the implication of his words, ready to submit to him, when suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“Daddy,” you whisper, pulling him in by the lapels of his satin LV shirt as he stumbles towards you. “I have a better idea.”

Jin cocks an eyebrow, plump lips parting only to be greeted by the pad of your thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth to silence his protests.

“A race,” you breathe out. “We both go for a drive, except you go in one of your vintage cars, and I get to take that new little Lambo of yours out for a spin. First one to the edge of town gets a prize.”

“Hmm, sounds like a drag,” he teases, riling you up with the way he feigns interest in staring at his perfectly manicured nails. “I already have everything I could want, babe. What’s in it for me?”

“Oh dear,” you giggle, the thin strap of your slip teasingly falling off your shoulder to expose the pretty pale lingerie set you have underneath.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

“Jin, I-, fuck, fuck, fuck, more!” you squealed, bucking against his long crooked fingers as he landed another swat to your ass.

For once, you were grateful for the secluded cliff that overlooked the city. It was the perfect place for Jin to have you bouncing on him in the backseat of his brand new car, dress slipping off your shoulders and panties pulled to the side.

“You’ve been so naughty, Princess,” he grunts, shoving you into him so your breasts rub against his defined chest. “You were such a brat, getting Daddy all worked up, and then you didn’t even try to win?”

“Apologize!” he lands a smack to your clit, your screams drowning out the roar of his voice. “Tell Daddy you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll fuck this tight pussy hard enough to let you come tonight.”

“Mmmmph!” you moan, shaking your head furiously, tears clinging to your eyelashes. You’d never planned to beat him in the first place, knowing his competitive streak would have you leaving a winner regardless of what went down tonight.

“Fuck,” he groans, burying his head into your shoulder as he leaves sloppy kisses against your neck.

“Get ready baby, we’re going for a ride,” you let out a sharp gasp as he buries himself to the hilt, panting as you furiously bounce to match his thrusts.

When his fingers begin to flick against your sensitive bud, the knot in your core furiously winds itself tighter and tighter as sparks begin to erupt underneath your skin. The pressure consumes you, building as your back arches and Seokjin’s plush lips wrap around your tits, before you’re hurtling over the edge.

He spills inside you moments later, fingers reaching below to swipe at your folds before he paints the mixture of cum over your kiss-bruised lips.

Leaning in, he presses a peck to your lips, smirking as he takes in your fucked out expression as the sun sets behind the both of you.

“Welcome to the finish line, Princess.”

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Tiny Angry Thing

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe XD)

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Meeting up with a crush can be nerve-wrecking enough on its own. However, when it's your first time interacting with said longtime crush in person, not knowing what to expect, it's a whole different experience.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for this adorable request and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to it and turn it into a fic but here it finally is and I hope you come across it, give it a read and enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

"Awww, that's just adorable!"

"Shut up!"

Y/N and Corpse have been arguing for a decent amount of time now over something so dumb it's unbelievable. Well, to be fair, they're arguing, while he, on the other hand is being entertained. Playing Among Us with proximity chat is a recipe for disaster when Y/N and Corpse are thrown in the mix. If they don't manage to bribe one another, only one survives and that's that. It's a tough and tense battle that everyone underestimates and calls childish.

At the moment, the spark that started the fire was Corpse walking in on Y/N beheading Brooke. They hadn't been Impostor in almost seven rounds and the boring crewmate role was really starting to get to them with its monotony. Finally, they had the opportunity to show their tactical and kinda evil side and they sure as hell were not looking forward to having Corpse report them at the very start of the round.

And, as logic would suggest, they were quick to try and bribe their way out of it.

But Corpse refused to bite, which has led the two of them here - a bickering about how Y/N would be more than able to kick his ass which is apparently incredibly amusing concept to him.

"You won't be saying it's cute when I get you bruised and battered!" They barked, ready for battle right here right now if it were possible.

"Honest to God, I'd love to see you try. I wouldn't even do anything, not even dodge, you can swing punch, kick, the whole nine yards and I'd just...stand there, you know, see what happens." He replies, humoring them.

"Listen, none of that has to happen if you turn a blind eye just this once! Just this once, if you catch me again, that's on me, shame on me, but this time you can let it slide and spare yourself the pain of my wrath." They try to reason with him a bit more rationally now, realizing if this 'fight' is actually hooked up the two would end up meeting in person and there might be some physical contact like a hug or a high five and they're pretty sure their heart won't be able to handle that.

If anyone's gonna lose that fight, it's gonna be Y/N.

"So, if I tattle, I'm getting a free tickle attack from you?" The way he phrases it makes them fume because there's nothing they hate more than someone doubting their strength. "Sounds fair..."

With that, aka within the blink of an eye, he's reported the body and as the microphones come unmuted, he wastes no time tattling like Y/M expected.

Well damn, fucking damn, he's really looking forward to this.

Oh boy, Y/N doesn't have the slightest clue, do they? They have no idea how much he's prepared to do for someone he loves.

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The events of that stream that happened two days ago has lead Y/N here - at a sort of abandoned playground behind a factory that used to be a school. It would be a super depressing and eerie sight if someone wasn't keeping said playground in check. Swings, slides, monkey bars, everything was in a great condition without a spec of rust. They were all painted over with bright colors, shining next to the gloomy, dark grey factory standing tall next to it almost shadowing it.

There, Y/N sits on one of the swings, their feet not able to rest on the ground. They struggle to push themself to swing with only the tips of their shoes making contact with the gravel below their feet.

Them and Corpse took the term 'meet me by the monkey bars' rather literally as you can see but it's definitely the best course of action for the two of them, seeing as how it was so far in the outskirts and distanced from civilization, they'd feel disconnected from the rest of the busy city. It's so quiet here, so calm and quiet and just a tiny bit creepy.

Especially when you hear the crunching of leave and branches under someone's approaching feet - which is exactly what Y/N hears, causing them to jump to their feet and turn around.

"You expect to beat me in a fight when just my footsteps frighten you?" The soothingly familiar voice accompanying the unfamiliar face has Y/N smiling widely as they run into the arms of who they estimated to be a murderer just seconds ago. "Is this a throw-off tactic? Some fucked up idea of lowering my guard?"

"Oh fuck off." They mumble, the side of their face pressed against his coat clad chest. "I'm just so glad to see you." Pulling away slightly, they lift one hand to ruffle his hair, causing his lips to curve up in a smile before letting out a giggle, "I had a feeling your hair looked so messy." They comment, grinning up at him mischievously.

Corpse looks down at them, eyes soft and shiny as he tilts his head to the side, "I have to say, if this is a part of your techniques to take me down, it's working."

Frowning, they pull away from him, "You know how to burst a person's bubble alright." They grumble as they unzip their jacket, throwing it over the swing they were sitting on, "But I have to thank you for reminding me - I would've probably let it slide otherwise."

As they roll up their sleeves, about to turn around to face him for the 'fight', they are engulfed in his arms all of a sudden, causing them to squeal and squirm instinctively before giggling.

"Maybe I don't want you to let it slide. I mean, to me it's a big deal. If it weren't for that, we wouldn't be here, would we?" He asks, resting his chin on their shoulder which takes quite a bit of bending down due to the big height difference.

Understanding his point, and glad he's as happy as they were to see him, they snuggle into him, "I guess we wouldn't be but that wounds me, honestly." When he hums questioningly, they continue, "It tells me you would've never wanted to meet me in person otherwise."

He chuckles as he moves to rest his chin on top of their head instead, "No, that's definitely not what I was insinuating. I would've made another excuse to do so, just as easily as I made this one."

Their eyebrows furrow once again as they turn in his arms, this time the look being one of confusion rather than annoyance, "Wait...this was your plan all along?!"

Corpse shrugs with a smirk upon his face, "Perhaps...", seeing Y/N's narrow eyed glare he hurries to 'correct' himself, "Well, not all along. But when I saw how angry you got at such a minor comment I thought to myself: 'I gotta meet this tiny angry thing ASAP'." He chuckles as he watches the emotions on their face switch.

"Tiny angry thing?!" They snarl at him, eyes flashing with anger, bringing him to the brink of laughter which he wouldn't dare let out of fear they might actually lunge at him and batter him. "Really?"

His hand gently rest on their cheeks, tilting their head upwards ever so slightly, "Yeah, but believe it or not, I like tiny angry things. Much like yourself."

Y/N has never been one who blushes easily but then, right then their cheeks turned as red as the fallen leaves surrounding the two of them. As if they needed any more signs of what those butterflies in their stomach meant.

"Well, I'm in luck then, aren't I?"

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iceysghost · 2 years ago

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Awww I love this game. Pink for Marius would be great. Thank you:)

PINK 》 romance, nurturing, femininity

◇ He's left rosy after you give him a short peck on the cheek.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Marius Von Hagen x Female! Reader

Word Count: 624 words

Trigger/Content Warning: mentions of sex, slight swearing

"I'm off now, MARIUS!" you called out.

You heard footsteps get closer and closer and sound heavier and faster, until he arrived in front of you.

"Thanks for staying the night with me, Missy. I had tons of fun." he smirked.

Your eyes flit downwards and your feet tapped the floor, remembering the things that went on between you last night.

"I guess I can say I had fun too. Goodbye for now!"

Quickly, you leaned into him and landed a short peck on his cheek. Your hand gripped the door, ready to leave, but—

"Do that again," he said, hand on yours, restraining you from going outside.

"Uh...what?" you asked, still processing what he said.

"The…" he used his other hand to point at his face. "The kiss. Kiss me again."

You followed his request, coming closer to him to kiss him on the cheek.

He stayed silent with a dazed expression on his face. You, still confused, wondered why he was even shocked.

"Marius, are you oka—urgh! Too—tight!"

He suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace. Squeezing you, rocking you slightly from side to side; it was endearing, but you still wished that maybe, just maybe, he'd think of how you could possibly breathe like this. He pulled away from you, held your shoulders, looked at you with an enthusiastic gaze, and laughed.

"God, I fucking love you, [Name]."

"Really? All this ruckus over me kissing you on the cheek? Right when we—" you cleared your throat. "did that last night?"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just...I can't believe you're mine, Missy. You're all mine, I'm your boyfriend, and you kissed me! On the cheek! Without hesitation!" he shouted at such a high volume you could swear the neighbors heard it.

You giggled at how even if he had proposed to you months before, even if you did it together, even if the two of you had been dating for a very long time now, he was still as giddy as a child when you kissed him on the cheek. Only now you noticed how pink his cheeks were. You reached out a hand to touch his face, and it was warm, but becane hotter and redder after you touched him.

He took a few deep breaths, and blinked and shut his eyes several times, as if preparing for something. Swiftly, he pecked you on the cheek.

"Did I do it right?" he asked, eyes bright, himself free of the teasing manners or tones from earlier.

"I'd be shocked if you managed to mess up, of course you did it right!"

He celebrated his small victory, and moved his hands to your waist, and you were spinning, spinning, spinning in the air! Your footsteps rang out like two shoes tapping and tapping while tangoing to the sound of music, except the music was the sound of your laughs mixed together. He set you down, then pecked your cheeks quickly, almost violently. Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, over and over again, until you begged him to stop.

"Marius, Marius, I have work! I have to go!"

"Can't you stay a little longer, please?" he begged you with puppy eyes.

"I can't miss a day! What do you want, for me to tell Artem I'm sick and fake a sneeze? Go, 'achoo, achoo'?" you teased.

"Well…"

You had to, had to give him an idea.

"If you stay with me today, lovely, I won't tease or make fun for the rest of the week, 'kay? I promise!" he gripped onto you tighter and shook you back and forth.

You'd be wasting a day off, you really (really!) wanted to work, and you of course didn't want to lie to Mr. Wing. But he was just so irresistible! And, if you stayed, he wouldn't tease you for a week. A week!

"Hmm..." You sighed and reached into your bag.

He stared at you eagerly, in complete suspense of what you were about to do.

"Mis—Mister Wing? Ah—ah—ACHOO!"

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years ago

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 5.1k

Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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"Excuse m-me, sir."

Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.

You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.

"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.

Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.

What the hell is this?

"Uh-"

"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.

Jungkook swallows thickly.

On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.

He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.

But you aren't outright telling him that you know...

What the hell does he do now?

You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."

He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.

"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.

You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.

Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.

He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.

You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.

"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.

Damn, she's nosy.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.

"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.

After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.

The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.

"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"

Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.

He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.

Shit, she's fast.

Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.

"What?" He snaps.

You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.

"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.

Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."

"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."

Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.

You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."

I know.

"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.

"What's y-your name?"

Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?

"Jungkook."

...

...Fuck.

Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?

He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up.

You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think.

"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.

You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind. Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home. _______________

Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.

There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.

He's never been caught.

Not once.

He's never even been close to getting caught.

In and out, one and done.

That's how it's always been for him.

Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.

"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.

Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.

"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.

It's impossible.

He can't quit.

He just needs to get it over with tonight.

No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking. It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.

Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.

He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate. When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall. _______________

When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip.

Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt. When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina.

You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^

Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play.

After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you.

Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO

You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately.

"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.

"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.

"Is he cute? Is he single?"

"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that."

You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity.

"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear.

She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"

"Yup!"

"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?"

You nod, then remember she can't see you.

"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"

Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"

"Jungkook."

"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?"

You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute."

"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head.

"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin.

You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."

You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon.

You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched.

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg.

You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow.

You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you.

Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs. _______________

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul.

He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head.

A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid.

Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it.

He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home.

He's going to finish this.

Tonight.

When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure.

He slides the last bullet back in, then-

"Jungkook?"

The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment.

Gosh fucking damn it all to hell.

You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him.

You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash.

"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.

You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"

Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."

You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?"

Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk."

"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best."

"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea.

"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags. You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him.

The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.

"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger.

"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"

He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley.

"Miss ___! Is that you?"

Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now.

You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"

Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."

You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!"

Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"

He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse.

"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."

Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good.

Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you.

Great, just great.

"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh.

Jungkook forces a smile onto his face.

He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely.

"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away.

But he remains stoic.

You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"

"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away.

"Of course." He mumbles.

This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted.

"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___."

"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile.

Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time.

"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street.

The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more.

When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath.

"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh.

Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging.

You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."

Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.

When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles.

"W-Wait!"

He turns back to you, biting back another sigh.

"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner.

You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day.

It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him.

You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger. _______________

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly.

He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed.

Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness.

"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly.

His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by.

Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world.

Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex.

A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.

He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.

When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door. _______________

Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear.

It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you.

You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you.

"Good morning, ____."

"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet.

Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly.

Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work."

"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later."

He waves as you turn and hurry into the school.

Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it. _______________

"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home.

A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day.

The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door.

The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there.

You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses.

You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away.

Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook.

You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.

Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it.

"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in.

You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"

He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"

"Um..."

What did he say last week...?

Oh...

"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."

"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps.

You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"

Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off.

"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."

The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me."

You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it.

When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before.

The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina.

You blink a few times, then you start making your way home.

"Going home so soon?"

You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly.

He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."

You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"

Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious.

"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."

At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine."

"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to.

"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong.

"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?"

Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"

You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."

Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."

The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food.

Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line.

She acts like a kid.

He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway.

You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink.

"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."

"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.

You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag.

"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly.

Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"

"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little.

"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food.

You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first.

"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly.

You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year."

Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"

You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"

"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite.

"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely.

Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff."

You smile, "That's a g-good job."

He nods, finishing off his last bite.

"It pays the bills."

Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is.

No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.

Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.

This is gonna be easier than I thought.

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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one

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missfinefeather · 2 years ago

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Awww King... Wait, why was there hole cut-out for the garbage can? xD

Look on the bright side: at least you didn’t run into Amity here. Trust me, being the third wheel in a budding romance is FAR worse.

#owlhouse14 #Owl House #Missfinefeather Liveblogs #the owl house #toh #Missfinefeather watches Owl house #rotate your owl #Owl House liveblog #liveblog #Disney #blacklist Missfinefeather

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punkrockmads · 3 years ago

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Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

FINAL CHAPTER

Song Used: Dear One, Mary Lambert

Chapter Fourteen; Dear One

*TWO YEARS OLD*

"I look ridiculous." I groan, adjusting the pale blue dress Kayla had helped me fix up a few weeks ago.

"You look beautiful." Kayla assures, running her hands down the lacy sides to smooth them out. I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, the dress is very beautiful. A beautiful ruffled skirt and rose patterned lace sides and metal buttons along the back, all a soft periwinkle color. I even let Kayla put a small braid in my hair on the right side, tucking it as well as the rest of my hair behind my ear. Kayla stands beside me, pulling me into a hug. "This dress really suits you." She says.

"I never thought I'd be getting married." I say with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think weddings were still a thing after the outbreak."

"Yet here you are." Kayla smiles. "You're about to marry the love of your life." I smile, feeling my hands shake.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?!" I laugh. "I shouldn't be nervous!"

"Awww!" Kayla chuckles. "You're just excited! It's adorable!" She fixes her hair, loose strands of red falling out of her ponytail. The pink sundress she wears is the same style as the small white one she found for Evangeline.

"I can't wait to see Abby." I sigh, hugging Kayla. "Thank you for everything. You've planned an amazing wedding, Kayla."

"I'm your best friend!" Kayla smiles. "It's my job!" A knock at the office door pulls our attention toward it. Lev stands there wearing the same suit he wore when Evangeline was born. Kayla fixed it up so it would fit him better, seeing as it was too long in the first place.

"Y/N!" Lev smiles, running up and hugging me. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle!"

"Oh God it's already time?!" I feel my heart race in my chest, reaching into my pocket for the yellow paper I had written my vows on months ago. "Okay okay. Let me just go over these one more time."

"Nope!" Lev links his left arm with my right. "We're going now!" I turn around to look at Kayla. She gives me a warm smile, grabbing a bouquet Evangeline had helped her make.

"I'll see you out there!" Kayla whispers, hugging me tightly before walking out the door and around the corner.

"Lev." I mumble, staring straight ahead as I slowly walk with him out the door. "I'm terrified."

"Don't be." Lev says, squeezing my hand. "Remember, it's about you and Abby. Everyone who's here is here because they love you guys. They support you. You and Abby are the only people that matter right now, so just pretend it's only the two of you in this church."

"You're right." I nod, taking a deep breath. The music gets louder as we walk closer to the doors of the main room. She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert. A song Abby and I have slow danced to a million times. "Thank you, Lev."

"You're welcome." Lev says as we stop right before the doors. "Ready?" I nod again, pushing the doors open and walking in with Lev. The flower petals Evangeline had thrown earlier litter the dark wooden floor. All of our friends and neighbors turn to watch. I can feel their stares, but the only stare that matters to me in this moment is Abby's. Her eyes are locked on mine, a huge smile on her face. I feel myself tear up, seeing how beautiful she looks. She decided to wear a suit that matches Lev's. It fits her perfectly, making her look like as incredible as a marble statue. A tear falls down my cheek as Lev lets go of my arm, standing me right in front of Abby. I take her hands in mine.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispers, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"You should see yourself." I whisper back, laughing quietly.

"Mommy!" A familiar squeaky voice calls from the front row. Evangeline wriggles her way out of the arms of Kayla's little sister, running towards me as the crowd laughs. I bend down and open my arms for her as she runs into them. I lift her up, holding her close as Abby and I pepper her face with kisses. "Can I stay?" Evangeline asks, wanting to stay close by her moms.

"Yes you can." I nod, smiling as I set her down by my feet. She sits cross legged beside me, watching as Abby and I listen to Kayla's mother, Eileen, speak a bit about the two of us. I can't tear my eyes away from Abby's, feeling so safe and at home here with her. The whole world seems to disappear when I look at her. I don't even notice Eileen say it's time for vows until Abby lets go of my hands, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket.

"Okay." Abby sighs, her hands shaking. "Y/N..." She looks at me with so much love and joy. "When we first met, you were floating down a river trying to figure out how the hell you were going to survive. And when I saved you, you threatened me. Even though you had no weapons and you looked like a half-dead drowned rat." Abby and I laugh at the memory. "That's when I realized 'Oh fuck, I'm falling in love!' Then you trusted me, you came home with me and let me give you safety and food and comfort. It kinda felt like bring a wild animal into my home for the first time."

Abby's chuckle is cut off by a sniffle. "When you woke up screaming one night after a nightmare and asked me to stay with you, I knew I wanted to protect you and do anything I possibly could to make you happy and give you the life you deserve just like you've done for me. You've been through so much and you're still the strongest woman I've ever known. You gave me your heart. You've shown me a love I never thought I deserved until I met you. Fuck, you even gave me my own family! I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and treasuring every single moment I have with you and our family. I love you so much." Abby wipes her tears away as I reach into my pocket for my vows.

I wipe my own tears away as I look at my writing. "Well." I pause, chuckling a bit. "I mean how the hell am I gonna top that?" The guests and Abby laugh at me as I take a deep breath. "I'm not great with words or romance... or people, really. But, when I met you, I felt this comfort and love I had never felt before and it made me want to try to love people again. When I told you about my past, you didn't judge me. You supported me every step of the way and stepped in to raise Evangeline as our baby. You are my angel. You are my savior. I..." I sniffle, wiping away more tears. "I should probably get to the vows before I start sobbing." I laugh. "Abby and I fell in love with Mary Lambert's music after I forced her to listen to it with me and... one of her songs has always stuck with me and made me think of her. So... Abby, I'm gonna use it as my vows to you, if that's okay." Abby laughs quietly, nodding and urging me to continue.

I take a deep breath. "Where did you come from, bright star? What heaven did you leap from, dear love? How can I say your name without the sound of Autumn underneath my tongue? Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half? Bless them for bringing me to you. How can I say your name without also breathing the words 'My God, I found you!'" I pause, taking a deep breath as I feel tears pour down my cheeks. "How can I ever speak again with this mouth when it has found where it belongs? When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lillies. I will make a house for you and fill it with evergreens. I will paint sunsets on every wall so you can only see beautiful things." Abby watches me, sobbing quietly as her smile grows even bigger.

"How can I say 'love' without wanting to fold myself into you like a thousand paper cranes. Dear one, I was halved the moment I was born. The other piece of me is inside of your mouth. And I was found whole the moment you spoke." Every single eye in the room is teary, Abby full on sobbing as I pull her in for a tight hug. She hugs back, whispering 'I love you' over and over into my hair as she holds me in her arms.

"That was absolutely beautiful." Eileen says to us, wiping a few of her own tears away. "Now. If there are no objections, let's continue. Abigail, do you take Y/N to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Abby pulls away, locking eyes with me as she squeezes my hands. "I do." She nods, smiling at me. Her eyes shimmer, full of pure love.

"And Y/N..." Eileen pauses. "Do you take Abigail to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Damn right, I do!" I grin, squeezing Abby's hands as I nod at her.

"By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, Mrs. And Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss." I waste no time grabbing Abby by her shirt collar and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She immediately kisses back, her arms wrapping around me as the guests cheer. We pull away once our lungs are screaming for air, pressing our foreheads together.

"Holy shit." I whisper, chuckling with Abby as I look into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Holy shit." Abby repeats, laughing harder. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." I reply, kissing her once more. We pull away in surprise when Lev yells.

"Party time!!" Lev cheers, waving his hands in the air. He runs towards us, wrapping his arms around both of us as I pick up a giggling Evangeline. Kayla follows close behind.

"Group hug!!" Kayla yells, squeezing us. I wrap an arm around Abby, resting my forehead against hers once more.

"I love you guys so much." I smile, finding comfort in the arms of my loved ones. Abby gently puts a hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me up for one more kiss. I let my eyes fall shut.

"We finally made that last name official." Abby smiles against my lips once we pull away.

"Yeah." I hum. "We finally did."

END

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #tlou #lgbtq #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #lev tlou

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Birthday Proposal

Picture the scene ... it's Zhehan's birthday (May 11, 2021), and he's singing on stage. Gong Jun walks up with a bouquet of roses, kneels down, and pulls out a ring box!

Ahh, the romance! In this fig set, Zhehan's in his concert best:

Not my first choice of outfits I'd pick for him, but of course he looks great.

He also did some of this photo shoot in glasses, which the fig does not come with, since it's him on stage, but just for, you know, completeness sake...

I struggled a bit finding Gong Jun's navy suit and stripey button up. I finally found it from this - the Weibo Starlight Awards from May 20, 2021 where he won Starlight Most Anticipated Artist Overseas.

I guess the benefit of the really outlandish fashion shoots is that they are instantly memorable (hello enormous bright yellow fluffy hat!), while the more sedately classy ones are easier to forget.

The fig maker did an excellent job of rendering Zhehan's look - his hair is right on and they did a great job on the green(ish) shirt. I like the detail with his asymmetrical earrings.

Awww! Junjun. This is of course a particularly cute side view! 😍

This side view is not cute at all! But you can see the details of the bouquet of roses.

The back is pretty plain here, but you can see Zhehan's earring detail.

And of course, a closeup of the ring. Yes, it is hexagonal shaped!

The box cards feature them on the Le Petite Prince's moon, along with a quote about the rose. You can see Zhehan's birthday cake, and Gong Jun's ring box.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 74

Diorama Count: 6

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: He said yes!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #zhang zhehan #gong jun #shl cast #word of honor cast #figthusiast

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taegularities · 3 years ago

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HI rid!! I hav a question, please answer it and pass it along if you could!if you could assign a color/color palette to some of your moots' writing, what would it be and why?? Thank you so much for your writingss!

thank u so much for reading !! <3

awww that's an amazing question !! okay, hold up, i'll try to think of a few people now 🧐

⤞ red: imagine a sexy room w intriguing lighting and intriguing, mysterious words. lures you in and makes you want to stay. that's @missgeniality w her sexc mind

⤞ green: imagine descriptions of nature and soft, sweet romances w really, reallyyy great smut; that's @kimtaehyunq (except the vamp fic we don't talk about ofc)

⤞ yellow: imagine bright personalities and funny jokes, amazing crack and amazing writing; that's @hoebii and her hilarious clown brain

⤞ pink: imagine poetry and beautiful words, blooming flowers and warm feelings; that's @ditttiii w her hopelessly romantic side

⤞ purple: imagine a sense of safety and carefully crafted sentences. comfort and affection. that's @amourtae & @agustdakasuga w their ability to make their readers feel welcome

⤞ brown: imagine building a scene like building a house on a piece of fresh ground. step by step, well thought out, amazingly written. that's @voiceswithoutlips (i miss reading your things)

⤞ white: imagine pure talent and strong characters. loving relationships and sweet, healing words. plots that will make you cry and fall in love. that's @kinktae and her creative brain

⤞ blue: imagine gentle waves of water and the ability to heal. beautiful stories and a way to write that truly touches you deeply. that's @wwilloww and honestly, her whole mlist

⤞ orange: imagine funny jokes, hot smut, dialogues and characters sweet as tangerines. able to bright up your day and make you feel so many things at once. that's @jimilter and her neverending talent

there u go !! that's all my tired brain could think of rn, but honestly, my moots are all amazing as heck 😔✊🏼

#notes for rid 🌹#anon

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sev-er · 3 years ago

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The Prince's Curse- Chapter 2 The Sides Introduce Themselves

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and an unfamiliar angry glimmer flashed in his eyes. A couple of the students laughed, others glared at them, and a few ignored the comment, after all, Snape was the only person brave enough to disrespect Dumbledore.

"Who are you and where is Mr. Snape?" McGonagall asked, standing up straighter in order to appear taller. The Severus in the bear hoodie tilted their head, "Who?" Their tone sounded genuinely confused. "Severus Snape! Where did that mist lady take him!?" Regulus, who was backed up in a corner surrounded by the three Black sisters, shouted.

Their eyes widened in relation, “Oh, you mean Severus Prince? Like, our CP Severus?” The one with the astronomy shirt asked. The Great hall erupted in hush whispers. ‘Prince?’ ‘What the fuck is a CP?’

“SILENCE!” Dumbledore yelled out, turning to face the student body. Once they were all quiet, he looked back at the 8 Severus’s. “What do you mean ‘Prince?’ That boy is a Snape.” The 8 look at eachother confused, “I’m sorry sir, but Severus is no longer a Snape, us being here is proof of that. He has always had Prince blood in his veins and it will forever be that way.” The more responsible looking one said, adjusting their glasses.

“That can’t be…” Dumbledore muttered to himself.

THis time, Professor McGonagall spoke, “What is this ‘CP’ you referred to Mr. Sn- Prince as?” The same kid that yelled out something about getting fucked with a chainsaw spoke up. “CP is an acronym for ‘Combined Personas,’ we are Severus’s split personas, or as we call ourselves, his sides!”

“So like...Severus Sides, right?” Jaxson questioned, gaining a few nodes and hums in response.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention once again. “So, Mr. Snapes-” He was quickly cut off by the glasses one, “Actually sir, a few of us use other pronouns, not just he/him. And, once again, it’s Prince not Snape.”

The headmaster raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway. “Very well then. Mr. Princes’ what are your names? Or do we just refer to you as Severus 1 through 8?” His tone getting more amused by the minute.”

They looked at each other before coming to a silent agreement as to who goes first. My chemical romance kids started first. “I’m Pelious, I use he/him pronouns and I represent Severus’s depression-”

“Sadness.” Everyone turned their attention back on Dumbledore. “You shouldn’t be dramatic child. Mr. Snape does not suffer from depression.” He said in an unamused tone.

Pelious just rolled his eyes and tilted his head forward so that his hair covered his face.

Bear hoodie was next, “I’m Teddy! I use he/him pronouns and I represent Sevs Mortality!”

Then it was glasses’s turn, “Luca, he/him, and I represent Logicality.” He introduced himself bluntly.

The kid who insulted the headmaster spoke next. “Loki’s the name, and mischief’s my game! My pronouns change daily since I’m genderfluid but today I identify as a guy. And I’m Severus’s ‘bad’ creativity.” He winked and put air quotes while saying bad.

Newspaper shirt was next, pushing Loki’s head out of the way. “I’m Sev’s good creativity, Thor. He/him and unfortunately, Loki is my twin brother.” Loki responded by sticking out his tongue. “Behave. Aen’ you’re next!” The boy, Teddy, turned his head toward the guy with a green beanie.

They opened their mouth to introduce themselves, but Loki interrupted them. “Do the thing! Do the thing!” The other kid rolled their eyes and sighed. He did a two finger salute and said in a sing-song voice, “I’m mister anxiety, I’m mister fear! I’m mister fight or flight. I’m mister ‘get me out of here!’ They call me fearmizer. Whoever I touch, starts to quake in my clutch! I’m too much~!” He pulled his beanie down to cover his face and muttered “My name's Aeneas by the way.”

The odd song confused everyone other than the Slytherines. Why does Snape- erm.. Prince have an anxiety side? Before anything else could be said, The one who yelled something about getting fucked and a chainsaw spoke. Their eyes seemed to be darting around the room and they were stuttering over their words a bit. “Um, I’m- I’m Phobos. I am his, uh, Severus’s par-paranoia. Just refer to me as he/him, or-or just don’t refer to me at all.” He slowly stepped closer to Aeneas, grabbing his arm. “Aeneas is my- um my twin brother. Um, yeah.”

Awww! He’s so cute and shy!” Narcissa cooed, causing Phobos to furrow his brows and sink even further into his brothers side.

Everyone looked over towards the last kid expectedly. He sighed and gave them all a tight smile. “Dolos and I do not use they/them pronouns therefore I am not non-binary. I’m also not Severus’s Dicete or lying side.” The hall stared in confusion as to what they just heard. Luckily, Loki wrapped his arms around Dolos’ shoulders and spoke for him, “Dolos can only speak in lies. They use they/them and is Sevs Deceit.” he flashed a bright grin as Dolos shook his head. “That is incorrect, thank you Lo.”

The boy just popped his lips and smirked in response.

Someone from the ravenclaw table scoffed, “They/them? What are you? Plural?” She let out an ugly crack and rolled her eyes.

Dolos raised an eyebrow and bit back, “No I am definitely not three (3) dogs in a trench coat passing as a human. I’m also not gaining entail on the human race so that I could bring it back to my dog siblings so we can rule over the world. Definitely not!” They smiled, tilting their head.

The hall burst into giggles as the girl got more embarrassed and turned as red as a tomato.

When the laughs subsided, McGonagall cleared her throat and spoke up. “It is about time for classes isn’t it?” The students all groaned in unison. “Well?” she asked, gesturing towards the door. “Off you all go! And you 8, follow us.”

#severus snape #james potter #sirius black #severus x remus #snape fandom #pro severus snape #maraurders era #eileen prince #severus x james #severus x sirius #slytherin #my sister is no help #nonbinary #nonbinary character #genderfluid character #oc #severus sides #severus prince

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