#professor!bruno x reader

[rosellacwrites]

Well, it’s December 17. I did not hit my self-imposed goal of getting the next LTR chapter out in under three months. 🤦‍♀️ Sorry, folks. I’d say it won’t happen again, but it probably will.

If it’s any consolation, I think all the puzzle pieces are there now. I just need time to sit down and put them in the proper order. And I will be doing that; this story is not abandoned. It’s just a question of making time (and let’s be honest, probably ignoring responsibilities) to get it done.

But in case you don’t believe me, here’s a preview…

Bruno breathes.

An exercise learned from a former therapist: in through the nose, one two three four; hold, one two three four; out through the mouth, one two three four; hold again and repeat, as many times as it takes to calm himself enough to function. His movements are slow and deliberate as he makes himself presentable again, but he’s buzzing with adrenaline, every muscle in his body coiled with tension and ready to spring. He can’t turn around, not yet; he has to be ready.

Taking another deep inhale, he schools his features to a calculated neutrality before turning to face his mother, but there’s nothing he can do about his eyes, and she takes an inadvertent step back.

“Mamá,” he says. “Go to bed.”

His voice, too, is carefully modulated, but she knows him. Her mouth works for a moment, no sound escaping, her eyes wide with the fear of what she may have set in motion.

“Brunito,” she whispers finally. “I… I am — “

“Go to bed,” he insists. “Sleep, if you can. We will talk tomorrow.”

[hueseok]

it was always you.

for as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.

so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor.

or at least, that’s what you think.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 13.2k

rating: 18+

content: fluff, semi-angst, childhood friends to lovers au, pining au | ft. naval aviator!jungkook + brother’s best friend!jungkook; professor!reader + editor!reader | inspired by purple hearts

warning/s: swearing, potentially wrong medical & military information (i’m sorry but i tried to do as much research i can 😭), mentions of having type 1 diabetes, making out, heavy petting, implied sexual content: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is only fiction!)

MINI PLAYLIST: ♫ die with a smile — lady gaga, bruno mars ♫ juno — sabrina carpenter ♫ selfish — *nsync ♫ nandito na ako — benj pangilinan, angela ken

opening note. omg this is my first full length fic in two damn years i think??? certainly took a long time before i had the motivation to write again but i hope y'all like this! to my og readers who still keep up with my shenanigans, this one's for you 🥹💗

“Any questions?”

A boy wearing half-rimmed glasses raises his hand and you gesture for him to speak. “Can we get an extension on the Save the Cat project due tomorrow?”

You sigh, just as several of your students begin agreeing with him and muttering reasons of their own why the extension should be approved. It’s the week before finals, and you’re aware that the class must be packed with assignments and projects for several of their classes because of it, hence the rather last minute request. They look tired and pleading, a complete reflection of how you were when you were the one in their position nearly a decade ago, begging for an extension from a professor who you thought was kind enough to be swayed with the proposition.

You scan the crowd. “How many of you are at least 70% with it, hm?”

More than half of the class raises their hands.

“Okay, that’s honestly unexpected,” you say, pleased to know that they aren’t slacking on your subject. “Does Monday sound good? That’s three more days, to be fair. I don’t want to extend it further because I have to read everyone’s work and you guys know I don’t like rushing it before turning in your final grade.”

A chorus of relief and thanks echoed in the room, all of your students either dramatically sinking in their chair or erupting in an animated conversation with their seatmate or making crying faces to portray how grateful they are.

“Thank you so much, Ms. ____!”

“I love you, Ms. ____!”

“Ms. ____, I will offer my first child to you,” one theatrically adds and you smile a bit, rolling your eyes at students like this one who is now opting to flatter you way too much for your act of kindness.

“Alright, alright. Just get it done and I’m expecting quality work, okay? Class dismissed.”

The whole class begins to gather their things at the cue and you don’t stay there a minute longer after your announcement, exiting the lecture hall to head to the faculty room where you’re certain half of the teaching staff have gone home already. It’s already 8:47 p.m., and all you want to do is head home to get the rest you deserve after an eventful day.

There was a time that having a schedule from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. wasn’t the norm for you. You used to value work life balance so much—it was even a nonnegotiable you used to say in interviews, saying that if you didn’t get enough rest within the week, then the job most likely wasn’t for you. But things have been very different for the past months; you have definitely grown out of that mindset due to the fact that you’re simply in need of another source of income to pay for your monthly rent, utility bills, and now your medication. You’re in a stage of your life wherein you consider working part time as a professor was a blessing rather than a big nuisance.

Making a right turn to where the hallway to the faculty room is, you’re too busy rearranging the papers inside the folder you’re holding to notice a man sitting on the bench placed just beside the entrance. He notices you the second you appear in his line of vision though; he straightens his posture and proceeds on standing up immediately upon seeing you closer, calling your name softly when you failed to look at his direction, too preoccupied with the thought of finally coming home that you’re oblivious that the man trying to catch your attention is Jeon Jungkook.

“____,” he calls again and this time you notice him, your eyes widening instantly.

“Holy shi—” You stop yourself from finishing that sentence. “Jungkook?”

He grins. “Hey, lamb chop.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Is that how you greet an old friend?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

He laughs, following suit to you who’s already giggling just by his presence alone, outstretching his arms then. “You gonna hug me or what?”

You beam and step forward to embrace him. He returns it without hesitation, muscular arms circling around you and squeezing tightly that it lifts you up from the ground for a quick second. The faint smell of fabric conditioner on his clothes enters your nostrils and you feel like a teenager again, warmth rushing to your face while your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Regardless of how old the both of you are, you think your hopeless crush on the guy will forever live on and constantly transform you into a middle school girl whenever opportunities like these to have him near arise. You’re just happy you’ve trained yourself to be better at hiding it now compared to when you were younger.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in base or wherever it is that you’re designated?” you ask, the first to let go from the hug.

“Actually, I returned from deployment three days ago. I’m on leave for two weeks.”

“Wow. Two weeks, huh?”

“Yep. It’s the longest break I’ve gotten in a while.”

“That’s good. Everybody needs a break from time to time.”

“Says the girl has a day job and a night job.” He points out with a smirk; your heart does a little leap at how handsome he looks doing that. “When the hell did you get into teaching, by the way? I never pegged you to be the kind who can tolerate it. You hate kids.”

“You’ll find yourself tolerating lots of things in this economy.” You snort. “And my students aren’t kids. They’re in college.”

“Yeah, which you graduated from six years ago. Still technically kids.”

“Are you seriously jabbing at my age when you’re two years older than I am?”

He rolls his eyes at that one, an indication that you won the argument. “Anyway,” he starts again and you grin, “I didn’t come here to compare how old we are—”

“You didn’t?”

He sends you a look. Your grin gets even wider.

“I’m here because I was hoping to treat you to dinner.”

“Dinner?” you repeat, not masking the surprise from your voice.

Let’s get the facts straight before we proceed to this conversation.

It isn’t a lie when you say that you and Jungkook are great friends. You have been since you were 7 and your family just moved into the house next to theirs. He was a natural playmate, a companion when you couldn’t tolerate the antics of your older brother, the boy who looked out for you aside from said older brother, and the person you’ve shared significant history with throughout your youth that you can never seem to forget nor disregard.

It’s just that you never deemed that you were great enough friends for him to go out of his way and visit you at your workplace, offering to treat you for dinner. Gestures like that were reserved for your older brother, Seowon, who’s the same age as he is and who you’re sure is considered as his best friend. Compared to them, yours and Jungkook’s dynamic shifted slightly after graduating from college. What once was a really close friendship turned into a casual one, with mostly just teasing, light talks, and the occasional welfare checks at times you hear certain news from the other that’s worth speaking directly about.

At the mention of that, realization dawns on you on why he must be here.

“Jungkook…” You’re trying not to sound mad but you can’t hide the exasperation from your voice. “That’s not the real reason you’re here.”

“Of course, it is. Why else would I be here?”

“He told you, didn’t he?” you ask, not willing to drag this out. “You’re just going to give me another lecture that I definitely don’t need.”

Jungkook frowns, like he’s dismayed that you caught on pretty swiftly.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You pressed.

“He meant well, ____.”

You scowl. To remark that Seowon is unnecessarily nosy and coddling would be an understatement. That man hasn’t left you alone the second he was aware of your condition. Usually, whenever he gets into his ‘big brother tendencies’, his girlfriend Winnie steps in and helps you lay him off your back. However, it’s different this time; no matter how much you reinstill your independence and insist that you’re fine, it’s like you’re talking to a wall.

“What exactly did you hear from him?” you query.

He seems hesitant in answering that. “That you got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.”

You wince.

“Look,” he steps forward towards you, “I wasn’t going to bring it up unless you did, okay? I’m just here because I’m genuinely worried about you and I want to know how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine.” You murmur. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Worry doesn’t vanish magically just because someone says so.”

“Well, it should—because I’m fine.”

“You sure? I heard that you’re struggling to buy insulin among other things you’re having a hard time paying.”

“Fuck. Seowon told you that too? That’s private.”

“My parents know. He just filled me in because he wants you to have as much support as you can get.”

“I don’t need that. I’m an adult. I’ve lived by myself for years. I can fend for myself just fine.”

“It doesn’t look like it from what I’ve been hearing.”

“All you’re hearing is a warped and exaggerated version of the story told by Seowon who won’t listen to a word I say.” You huff. “I’m fine and I’ve been doing everything I can, alright? I’m taking care of myself. I’m going to the doctor whenever I need to. I’m making ends meet, buying treatment for this goddamn disease and regulating my sugar levels all the fucking time. Why do you think I’ve been working two jobs for the past year? It’s because I’m doing everything I can to stay alive.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, he only remains gazing at you.

“If you’re here to offer me money or whatever because of what he said,” you add, already embarrassed that you can’t even look at him anymore, “then I don’t want it.”

“That’s not what I’m here for,” he says.

“Then are you really just here to treat me to dinner?” you question sarcastically.

He laughs and you dare return your eyes at him, catching him peering at you with a fond expression. “Yes. It’s my way of doing a welfare check.”

“Welfare check.” You echo with squinted eyes. “Well, in that case, here I am—alive and healthy.”

“I can see that, and I’m glad.” He smiles. “But I need more than just seeing you. I need a conversation and an apology.”

“An apology?”

“For being the last person to know about your condition.”

“And we’re still talking about that apparently.” You mutter under your breath. “Sorry. I didn’t think that you wanted to know.”

“Of course, I would have wanted to know. It’s you we’re talking about here.”

Something about how he said you causes your lips to twitch as you fight off a smile. This isn’t a good time to dive into your romantic feelings for your childhood crush, but when he’s letting go of lines like that which are sure to have your heart soaring out of your chest, it’s hard to keep on a cool and unfazed facade. You just convince yourself that he sees you as a little sister and that’s why he’s so worried; you should already be past your ‘delulu’ phase at this age to be affected by such statements.

“I didn’t want to add to your worries,” you reason. “You already have your life to think about. Add to the fact that you’re a naval aviator—so you literally have your own life first to think about.”

“I can make space for you.”

Is he flirting? Is this a normal thing to say between friends?

You blink. “Okay, uh, that’s… that’s completely up to you, I guess.”

“I just like knowing those things first hand. It makes me worry less.”

“Got it. Next time I learn I’m dying, I’ll tell you.”

“____,” he says your name in warning, and you know he’s serious.

“Sorry.” You heat up. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Don’t be a pain in the ass.”

“I promise that’ll be the last time I make a dark joke, Lieutenant.”

Jungkook’s nostrils flare. You prevent yourself from grinning like a fool again in success of getting on his nerves.

“Are you done here? Because I’m hungry and would really like to get going now.” He changes the subject and gestures to the faculty.

“Yeah. I’ll just get my things and then I can get out of here.”

“Great. You’re letting me take you to dinner, right?” 

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

“Fine.” You deadpan.

This time, he’s the one who’s beaming at you. “I’ll wait for you here and we can go.”

“Okay.”

****

When Jungkook discovered that you had type 1 diabetes through a phone call with Seowon, he spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, ignoring the snores of his squadmates and overthinking what’s supposed to happen to you now that you had an autoimmune disease which he was told didn’t have a cure. He was assured that you were okay despite it, that there was medication to treat it, and that you had access to them and have been very careful with your lifestyle due to the diagnosis ever since.

He still couldn’t be put to ease though. As ridiculous as it may sound, he had this overwhelming realization that life truly was short, that you had to make certain decisions all the time because you need to adjust to what the universe is only willing to give you. It was funny coming from a person who risked his life for a living. He thinks that perhaps he never understood the philosophy of the quote ‘time is gold’ until he had a loved one on the same trajectory, always one step closer to possible death.

And so that same night, he decided to file a leave for two weeks, effective immediately after his deployment. 

He wasn’t sure what his game plan was exactly in filing that two-week leave. Was he supposed to barge in your life and force you to let him take care of you? Was he supposed to demand why you ended up having diabetes? Was he supposed to act as a big brother like your actual big brother because he was that worried about you? But if Jungkook was going to be truthful, he already had an idea on what he wanted to do in the back of his head—he just didn’t want to execute it because it was absolutely insane.

Until he heard Seowon suggest it himself when they met up at a bar to share a drink together.

“She would never say yes,” Jungkook said, beyond doubt that you won’t be persuaded that easily with a plan like that.

Seowon made a face. “I know. That girl is so hyper independent—she’d rather die than accept help.” He scoffed. “She needs it though. It’ll help with her medication and she won’t have to pay rent for that shit apartment she’s living in. Plus, she'll actually get the chance to take care of her body if she’s not juggling two jobs to have sufficient income.”

“You’re right.” Jungkook shrugged.

“You’ll do it then?”

He took a sip of his beer. “Yeah. I’d do anything for ____, you know that.”

“Even as crazy as marrying her?”

“Sure.”

Seowon stared at him, narrowing his eyes and morphing his expression into a teasing one. “Are you sure you’re not just considering this because it’s a perfect excuse to marry my sister? I know you like her.”

“I don’t like her.” 

“You’re in love with her.”

“I don’t—” Jungkook began to deny but Seowon was staring him down. “Fuck you, man. Don’t make me some kind of pervert who’s trying to lock her into marriage because he likes her. You’re the one who brought the idea up.”

Seowon laughed out loud. “I know, I just can’t believe you’d agree. It’ll benefit ____, that’s for sure—you, on the other hand? It’s career suicide.”

He shrugged. “I’m okay with the thought that she’ll be okay.”

“Because you love her, man.” Seowon pushed. “Why on earth would you consider this if you weren’t? It’s a fraudulent marriage. You’ll be thrown in the brig and be dishonorably discharged if you get caught.”

“We don’t even know if she’ll agree to this whole thing. You said it yourself, she would never say yes.”

“Yeah, unless maybe you’re the one who tries to persuade her.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to buy her a ring and kneel down before her or something?”

“That can work.”

“What?” Jungkook laughed.

Seowon raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how she’s been crushing on you since we were kids.”

He barked out a laugh again. That he knew; it was impossible not to when a lot of friends and cousins kept on teasing you before, especially at instances Jungkook was in the very same vicinity. “We’re not kids anymore and I barely see her though.”

“Still, it ought to count to something. It raises the chances of her agreeing.”

“You’re really cool with me marrying your sister, Won?” Jungkook asked.

Seowon placed down the beer bottle he’s consuming on the counter. “Yeah. You’re a good guy. You’re not perfect, but I know you enough to know that you won’t do anything that will purposely hurt her. Besides, if this sham marriage ends up to be a real relationship and then for some reason, you fuck up and decide to break her heart—I’ll easily know what to do, where to find you, and then I’ll do everything I can to fuck you up.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Noted.”

****

It’s always been a big wonder to you how no matter how long it’s been since you saw each other, it still feels like no time has passed between you and Jungkook. You think that’s why you can never get over him; he always had this comforting and familiar aura that you appreciate—something that you sought for in every other person that you liked. Maybe it was impractical, maybe it was the reason you can never hold a relationship for more than two years, but unless you gain the courage to confront your feelings and tell Jungkook about it, then you constantly dispel any doubts you might have whether this was good for you or not.

You don’t want to lose him. Admitting that you harbored romantic feelings for him would just make it awkward for everyone: your brother, your family, and then his family. You don’t think you can ever trade his smile, the sound of his laughter, and all the good things about him for anything in the world. 

“Are you dating anyone?” he asks.

You choke on your drink, having just poured yourself and Jungkook a glass of water after the server arrived with the pitcher. You’re in a Japanese restaurant near the university, aware that the cuisine was a favorite for the both of you hence why it’s what you recommended when he asked where you wanted to dine. The place is packed with people from the workforce and students; you’re thankful that you don’t see any of your students within the mix.

“We’re getting straight to it, huh?” you say.

Jungkook smirks. “I’m just making sure I’m not upsetting a boyfriend by meeting you tonight.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not upsetting anyone.”

He nods in understanding. You don’t want to add more meaning to his actions for the evening but he seems glad about the information.

“How about you?” you ask back. “Are you dating anyone?”

The ends of his mouth lift a bit upwards. “Nope.”

“Why? You don’t have the time for it?”

“Precisely.”

“It must be really hard dating when you’re in the Navy then.”

“Kinda. We’re away a lot and stationed in different places most of the time. It can get really dangerous for us too and people don’t like the stress that comes with that.”

 You bob. “Does it get lonely?”

“Sometimes, but when you’re on duty, you don’t get to think about those things.” He chuckles. “Besides, I don’t know if this sounds fucked up or not—but it can get exciting. Flying a plane can be fun, you know. Not to mention that it helps when you’re surrounded by good men in your squadron.”

“You’ve always been an adrenaline junkie.”

“And you’ve always been a scaredy-cat.”

You scoff at the declaration. “No, I’m not.”

“Remember when Seowon and I forced you to ride that ship in the amusement park that sways left to right and as it goes on it falls from a higher standpoint?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But you do, and Jungkook knows you do, it’s evident by how your expression is trying to feign innocence. That memory is your villain origin story; the whole pretext of why you refuse to ever visit the amusement park or ride an exhilarating ride again. Yet you can’t help but recall that it’s one of the rare instances wherein you got to hold Jungkook’s hand when you two were younger, as his hand was the one you were clinging for dear life when it happened while the other was too busy slapping Seowon in irritation.

He snickers, appearing like he’s replaying the scene in his head. “We should do that again with Seowon during my break.”

“Hell no.”

“I thought you weren’t a scaredy-cat?” He challenges.

“I’m not.” You give him a kittenish glare. “But I am busy. I have to send the final manuscript of this book I’m editing to the chief editor next week and it’s about to be finals week for my students as well.”

He fakes a shiver. “I don’t know how you can do two jobs like that, ____. Truly.”

“You work as a naval aviator so I’d say we’re pretty even.”

The waiter arrives with your orders not long after, and you and Jungkook carry on with your conversation, jumping from topic to topic without difficulty. You’re not certain when was the last time you saw each other like this to have so much to talk about—was it last Christmas? Or was it more recent or longer than that? Nevertheless, it feels good and you find yourself blushing multiple times throughout the night, whether it’s because of how his words can have two meanings or how his eyes are staring at you so intensely whenever you’re the one who’s talking.

You like the undivided attention, the back and forth that’s occurring as you discourse, the subtle touches one of you does when something funny arises, how your knees are touching underneath the table. You wonder what’s so different with this encounter that the energy feels so bizarre in a good way? As far as you’re concerned, you’re positive that you’re acting like you always have in his presence—lively, smiley, sarcastic—and aside from the little touches of flirting here and there, Jungkook’s acting like he always has too.

When dinner was done, Jungkook offered to drive you home. You obliged, no longer in the mood to annoy him for you were tired to make the effort. Before stepping outside the restaurant however, you excused yourself to the restroom first, checking your blood sugar with the glucose meter you brought along wherever you went. It’s a hassle but it’s necessary, largely because you’re still in the middle of saving up for the insulin pump that would help you regulate your sugar levels easier.

After administering yourself with the insulin injection you have, you spend a few more seconds inside the enclosed room. You should be past the point of feeling sorry for yourself, but it’s times like this wherein you’re with a loved one that the dejection hits and you wish that you’re in a better predicament than you are right now. You’re close to being broke, you’re overworked, you’re somehow fatigued all the fucking time—those factors aren’t soothing your worries at all. It’s a miracle how you manage to keep an optimistic mind amidst everything.

“Ready to go?” Jungkook smiles at you once you’re back at the table and you nod, clutching your bag tighter against your body and following him to his car.

He drives you to your place, turning the radio on, and letting it play while the both of you sit in silence. You’re both tired and you almost even sleep during the ride. It’s only when Jungkook gently shakes you awake that you realize that you’ve arrived in front of your apartment building.

“I’ll walk you up,” he insists as you’re unbuckling the seatbelt. 

“That’s no need, Kook.”

“Of course, it is,” he says. “I’ll walk you up. That’s nonnegotiable.”

So, you allow him.

It takes five minutes tops to reach the door leading to your apartment. As you rummage through your bag to grab your keys, Jungkook patiently stands there, occasionally glancing around the hallway and even smiling when the old lady that resided in the same floor got out of her room to throw out the trash. He receives a smile in return which you notice and grin fondly at.

“Well, this is me.” You turn to him, done unlocking your door. “I’d invite you inside but you should probably get going. It’s quite a long drive back home.”

“Yeah.” He breathes out a chuckle. “Hey, tonight was fun. It made me realize how I missed you.”

Your brain temporarily malfunctions; you force yourself to recover quickly. “Me too. I had fun tonight. Maybe we should do this again whenever you’re on a break.”

“Agreed.”

You flash him a smile. “You can go now. Goodnight.”

Jungkook nods, however doesn’t move a muscle. He’s looking at you, like really looking at you, his eyes moving from one feature to another, as if he’s memorizing your face or having a hard time arranging the words he wants to say. You guess it’s the latter, familiar with a tongue-tied Jungkook that it takes you a few good seconds before you’re demanding why he’s impersonating a mannequin.

“There’s something I want to say,” that’s what he utters and you almost snort due to your assumption being right.

“Okay…” The smile is still on your lips. “What is it?”

“Promise me you won’t get mad first.”

“Well, if you’re making me promise that then it’s probably worth being mad about.”

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“That’s not convincing at all.”

“It’s just…” He begins and trails, biting his lower lip, “it’s… it’s why I went here. Why I went here to see and meet you, I mean.”

You unconsciously recoil at the revelation. It’s certainly a rookie mistake to believe that there was no ulterior motive in Jungkook meeting you today. You just didn’t reckon you’d actually be truly disappointed at that—at the idea that he just didn’t randomly decide to visit and be with you earlier until now.

You draw a long breath. “Well, I knew you weren’t just feeling generous and wanted to treat me to dinner out of nowhere.”

There’s a pause and then he resumes. “Just—before I say it, you have to hear me out, okay? You have to let me explain before you berate me.”

“I can’t promise that either.”

“You have to.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because what I’m about to say is for your own sake. You know I always have your best interest at heart, don’t you?”

You wrinkle your forehead in further confusion. “Can you just get on with it? The vagueness is making me more annoyed.”

“I just don’t want you to misunderstand.”

“Misunderstand what?”

“What I—and Seowon—genuinely think is the best option.”

“Oh, and Seowon is in on this too?” You bellow. “Have you and Seowon just been conspiring behind my back the whole time?”

“Calm down.” Jungkook puts his hands on your shoulders, a chuckle inevitably escaping him. “I’m sorry for dragging it out. You should know I’m high key afraid of you, that’s why.”

“You should be.” You grumble.

Another chuckle, but he’s back to appearing anxious. You want to shout that this isn’t healthy, that you’re close to giving him a real reason to be afraid of you—yet once he blurts the confession out, you’re speechless, gawking at him and staggering backwards in complete shock. Perhaps you would have bolted as far away from him as possible if not for his solid grasp.

“What?” You hiss.

He swallows hard.

“I want you to marry me, ____.”

You don’t bolt away running. You shake off his hold on you though, and before he gets another word in, you’re hastily rushing inside your apartment and slamming the door to his face.

****

Jungkook was your first kiss.

It happened in a game of truth and dare. You were at a party of a mutual friend and when the bottle miserably pointed in Jungkook’s direction, the person who was tasked to think of his dare when it was his pick said that he dared him to do 7 minutes in heaven with you. 

He profusely refused at first, especially since Seowon was in the same party, but everybody began booing and next thing you know, Jungkook was agreeing as long as it was fine with you. When you nodded to make your consent apparent, your friends were quick to shove you both in the closet, some of them pulling Seowon back who was complaining how it wasn’t right to bully you into doing 7 minutes in heaven with Jungkook. They calmed him down once they bullied him into agreeing too.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Jungkook told you in the darkness, his breath fawning over your face. “You don’t have to feel pressured. It’s just a stupid game.”

You blushed.

Secretly, you were hoping that he’d kiss you or touch you. Who didn’t want to do anything with their crush at the age of 15? A lot can happen in 7 minutes. You were aware that sometimes people made out, went as far as third base, and although you didn’t want to go that far with Jungkook, you wanted something to happen while you were stuck in this small closet with him. There weren’t a lot of instances that put both of you in this kind of situation; you wished that you were brave enough to ask him to kiss you or do the first move yourself.

5 minutes in, Jungkook turned towards you.

“Is it true that Taehyung kissed you last week?”

You whipped your head so fast that you might have given yourself whiplash. “That’s—that’s not true. Where did you hear that?”

“During homeroom. Some girls were talking about it.”

Your cheeks burned. “Oh.”

“So, it’s not true?”

“No.” You shook your head. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” You laughed weakly.

It was his turn to seem stunned. “You haven’t had your first kiss yet?”

You shook your head again, then realized he might not see you doing so. “Not yet.”

“Want me to change that?” he asked, grinning.

He said that with a boyish grin and teasing tone, but you sucked at social cues (plus, you really couldn’t see shit that much) that you started nodding.

“Okay,” you told him.

“Huh?”

“You can kiss me.”

“Oh, oh, shit—I didn’t—” He was blabbering, about to take back what he offered. “I mean, I was just joking but—”

You widen your eyes. “You were? Oh my God, I’m sorry, I thought you were—”

“No, it was my fault. That was a little out of line for me. I’m sorry.” He was laughing and you felt like burying yourself 6 feet under. “It was a stupid thing to say. But if you want me to kiss you, it’s cool.”

“It is?” Hope sparked within you.

“Yeah. It’ll just be a peck anyway.” You can tell he was smiling through his voice. “Just don’t tell Seowon because he might punch me in the face for kissing his sister.”

You cackled. “Deal.”

56 seconds before the 7 minutes were up, Jungkook leaned down to match your level and placed his lips on yours. 

****

You’re seething with rage, the embodiment of Godzilla, channeling the God of War, Ares, in your body; you harshly press Seowon’s number on your phone to call him and he answers after three rings.

“What’s up?”

“I will fucking murder you,” you snarl.

A beat. You hear shuffling. Then he answers, “you already talked with Jungkook?”

The nonchalance and calmness in his voice drives you to be more frustrated than you already are. “Yes, I have! What is wrong with you? Why would you plant that idea on his head?” You yell, not caring that your walls are thin and that your voice can probably be heard by the couple that lived next door. You’re feeling a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and every negative emotion that exists at the moment. You’re comparable to a bull who just saw the color red.

“____, it won’t be a big deal if you don’t make it to be.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?”

“Did you even let Jungkook explain?”

“I don’t need him to spell everything out. I know why he’s asking me to marry him.”

“Then you know too that it’d be good for you.”

“Marrying him won’t be good for me.”

“Why not?”

“It just won’t!”

“You’ll get health insurance benefits that you don’t get with your current jobs. You can pay less rent once you move in at Jungkook’s place—there’s a huge chance he won’t even let you pay him while you stay there too. He’s away most of the time anyway, so staying there wouldn’t be a problem. Plus, you can start studying for a masters degree like you’ve always wanted.”

You groan. “Not like this. This is crazy.”

“The both of you can divorce once you’ve saved up a little. It really isn’t that complicated.”

“It’s a sham marriage!”

“It’s a sham marriage with Jungkook.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

“Are you sure? Your grade school diary might disagree.”

“Oh my God, that’s fucking low of you to bring that up. You just gave me another reason to hate you.” You stomp around the living room, acting like a teenager because of your brother’s behavior. This isn’t the first time he revealed that he’s read your diary before; that doesn’t mean it’s less infuriating to be reminded that he has. “I swear, you better fucking sleeping with one eye open tonight. I’m choking you to death.”

Seowon laughs out loud. “Just marry him. He’s surprisingly amicable with the idea.”

“That’s because you’re pressuring him! I bet you and Mom devised this entire thing together.”

“Mom doesn’t know. To be fair, she’d probably have the same reaction as you. It’s all me and Jungkook.”

“Wow. You have two brains and yet none of you thought this was goddamn stupid?”

“It’s not stupid. It’s genius if you come to think of it,” he says. “Jungkook just wants to help you, dude. He wants to make sure you’ll be okay and all that shit. You’re the reason he filed for a two-week leave, did he tell you?”

Your heart does that jumping thing again. “No.”

“Well, he did. He’s on a break for two weeks because he wants to convince you to marry him and actually marry you within that time frame.”

“This is nuts.” You sigh, finally flopping down the sofa and rubbing your face with your free hand. “The both of you are nuts. How are you okay with this?”

“It’s Jungkook. I trust him. Don’t you?”

“Of course, I do, I just—” you cut yourself off and frown, “I just feel like it’s unfair for him. I’m marrying him because of military spouse benefits and what does he get?”

There’s a long pause, and you almost check your phone to see whether Seowon has already hung up on you or not.

“It’s better that Jungkook answers that question,” he tells you finally.

“Why? You can’t answer it on behalf of him?”

“Something like that.” You can imagine him shrugging. “All I know is that he’s genuinely concerned about your health and your financial status right now. So, just think about it, okay?”

“God, fuck it, fine. I’ll think about it.” You grimace.

You hang up and glance at the door.

You don’t think the conversation you just had with Seowon took that much time. The initial rush you had upon having your longtime crush propose to you is wearing off and you’re realizing that it was a dick move to literally slam the door right in Jungkook’s face earlier, leading you to stand up from your seat and look through the peephole to check if he’s still there.

He isn’t, which you sigh in relief at.

As you lean against the door and regulate your breathing, you think how funny it is that Seowon is right about one thing—and that was grade school you would have been delighted at the thought of getting married to Jungkook. He’s your dream guy; your parents loved him, his parents loved you, the both of you got along very well, and his personality and looks are everything that you’re looking for in a partner. It sucks that you live in a world where the only reason he wants to marry you is because he’s afraid you’ll die because of self-neglect. 

Your phone pings and you unlock the screen to look at the message that flashes on it.

Jungkook: hey, seowon just messaged me to say that you two already talked Jungkook: i’m sorry for jumping on you with a topic like that… Jungkook: i’m shit at confrontation lol Jungkook: also it’s the first time i’m proposing so give me some slack

You scoff at his audacity to joke about it this soon.

You: it’s okay You: i’m sorry too for what i did You: the answer is no btw

Jungkook: already??? Jungkook: let’s talk about it first

You: no need You: i don’t want to marry you

Jungkook: oof that’s harsh

You: sorry not sorry?

He doesn’t respond and you think you’re safe. Maybe Jungkook does take no for an answer and you’re confused because you’re a little disappointed that he’s not falling on his knees, begging you to marry him like what your imagination is supplying you.

However, after you took a shower and went to check your phone again, you see that Jungkook messaged you a few minutes ago in response to your last message.

Jungkook: give me 10 days and i’ll change your mind

You have the urge to go take a shower again because of how hot your body is feeling at the statement.

You: hate to break it to you but you’re not matthew mcconaughey

Jungkook: 🤣🤣🤣

****

It’s not part of Jungkook’s branding to chase a woman. Typically, women chase him; they chase him in every city and country that he gets stationed in, flirting with him and hoping that they’ll get the chance to take him home for the night for a mindblowing one-night stand. They never succeed though, for despite their pretty faces and sultry gestures, Jungkook only smiles and declines every offer, saying that he had a girl waiting back home that he loved very much.

He used to think that he only used that as an excuse because he’s not the type to hook up with every attractive girl he meets. There are times when he succumbs, when he gives into the temptation of a little fun, especially after a life threatening or highly stressful mission—but most of the time, he thinks he declines and use that pronouncement of his because his mind reverts him to the idea of you, to what would happen if he just gained the balls to ask you out.

Evidently, although asking you out and asking you to marry him are two completely different things, he’s a bit afraid that your answer will always be a hard no. It’s what you’ve been literally spelling out to him since the day he presented the idea, regardless of how he’s trying his best in swooning you or explaining how this is the perfect plan to help you gain an upper hand with your diagnosis.

“I’ll file a restraining order against you, I’m serious,” you say to him when he appears yet again outside the faculty room, waiting for you to gather your things and head home. You’re wearing a white button up shirt and pinstripe wide leg trousers, an outfit combination that he ogles at before he goes down to business.

“You wouldn’t.” He glares at you. He gestures for you to let him take your backpack, and despite what you said, you let him. “Also, what the fuck is in this thing? You’ll break your back if you keep using this.” He swings your backpack on one shoulder.

You laugh. “My laptop, its charger, a couple of notebooks, books, pens, then the outputs of my students.”

“Aren’t they supposed to submit virtually? What happened to Google Classroom?”

“I still use it, but sometimes I like to have their work printed out so I can write the comments better. How do you know Google Classroom?”

“I have a squadronmate whose kid uses it for class.”

“Ah.” You nod in understanding.

You two continue walking forward.

This has been your program for the past few days. Jungkook goes to the university you work at, he’ll wait outside, you’ll threaten him with something ridiculous, he’ll take your bag, he’ll offer to take you to dinner, you’ll decline, and then he’ll drive you home anyways. Before that routine ends, he’ll lean on your door frame and give you his best puppy eyes, asking you to marry him for the sake of your welfare, and you’ll scowl at him, insisting that you don’t need his help to survive.

“Dinner?” he asks, right on schedule.

You glance at him. “No. I want to go home and sleep for 12 hours.”

“Busy day?”

“Yep.”

“You know, if you marry me, you won’t have to work two jobs and overexert yourself.”

He doesn’t need to turn to you to know that you’re giving him a dirty look. “I won’t marry you, Jungkook.”

“Why not?”

“Because marriage doesn’t work that way.”

“It does. Billionaires do it all the time. The mafia does it too. It’s always been some kind of transaction.”

“Well, if I marry you, what do you get?”

“The assurance you’re taken care of.”

“That’s cheesy.”

You share a laugh and he grins.

“It’s true,” he says. “I’ll be fine as long as you are.”

He waits for you to quip back a reply, flickering his eyes to you when it takes longer than usual. Instead of the sneer he’s expecting, you appear to be flustered, an expression that is very recognizable for him who’s known you since forever—an expression that makes it too obvious for Jungkook that the crush you had on him that he thought has been long gone was still there. He’s been seeing it a lot lately, particularly when he’s uttering lines that sound flirtatious on purpose; he’s positive that you’ll threaten to kill him when you discover that he basks on the fact that he can still make you all flustered and cute, which encourages him to do and say anything that would elicit a reaction from you. Was it unethical to seduce you into marrying him? He might have to rethink that part too.

Reaching the parking lot, he unlocks the doors to his vehicle and places your bag inside the backseat. He watches you walk around the car, about to go to the passenger’s side, but then you wobble a bit and his attempt to get inside is instantly forgotten.

“Hey,” he strides to where you are, gazing at you as you now hold onto the hood, “you alright?”

You raise your chin up. “Kook, can you get my bag?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s swinging the door again and getting your bag from the other end of the backseat while you get on the passenger’s seat, keeping the door wide and placing your legs outside, your feet planted on the concrete.

“What do you need?” he asks, crouching in front of you and zipping the bag open.

“Glucometer.”

He halts. “What does that look like?”

“It’s in the yellow bag. There.” You point at it right when he rummages through a certain part.

He brings it out and you take it from his grasp. Your movements are sluggish but he can discern that you’re doing your best not to be too slow; he’d present to help but he knows that he might prolong what you’re doing due to his cluelessness, so he just observes, noting how you’re pricking your finger with a device and then pressing it lightly to the glucometer which shows that your blood sugar is low.

“Apple juice,” you mutter to him and he finds it faster than the last one.

You grab the juice pouch from his grasp, prying the straw attached on the back, pushing its end for it to pop out of its plastic cover—then your hand shakes, preventing you from continuing and punching in the straw properly.

“Let me do it,” he says.

You don’t fight him, you just slump against the seat as Jungkook picks up from where you left, and the moment he does the job and guides the straw to your awaiting lips, a long exhale through your nose escapes you.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers. He didn’t notice that he was holding his breath the entire duration of the scene.

Another sigh. “Better.”

“Does this happen a lot?”

You seem to hesitate. “Not a lot. Just when life gets a bit too hectic.”

“____—”

“Just take me home.” You don’t give him the chance to lecture you. “Please, Jungkook.”

Defeated, he nods. “Alright.”

“Thank you.”

He helps you position yourself properly on the passenger’s seat. “But we’re talking about this at your place.”

Before you can protest, he closes the door.

****

Lee Hyunwoo was the name of the guy that you brought home for Christmas Eve eight years ago. It was the first time that you did, and Jungkook hated how Hyunwoo was considerably handsome, intelligent, and kind—the exact kind of person he always imagined you deserved.

In the short time Hyunwoo spent with theirs and your family that night, everybody loved him and was already inviting him to the next gathering, all the while Jungkook avoided him at every cost, puzzled by this strong dislike he was feeling for your guest. He was annoyed at the manner in which Hyunwoo had an arm around your waist the entire evening, how you grinned up to him, eyes sparkling and all that shit. Hell, you used to look at him like that.

“Honey, can you get the mango float we have in our freezer?” Jungkook heard your mother tell you, and without thinking, he stood up from his chair and made a beeline to where you were, telling you he’d accompany you to your house.

“That’s fine,” you told him. “It’s literally next door.”

“Yeah, but it might be heavy.”

“It’s not.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and agreed then, excusing yourself from Hyunwoo who was in an engaged conversation with Seowon. The pair were geeking out because of their mutual love for the MCU and the next film slated to be released the following year.

Upon arriving at your home, you dashed to the kitchen with Jungkook trudging behind you. He wasn’t sure what his next course of action should be now; all he wanted was some alone time with you, away from the presence of that college boyfriend of yours, but now that he had that, he couldn’t think of anything that he wanted to say or do. He wasn’t even sure why he was feeling a bit jealous—was it because of that saying? Wherein people are bound to want what they can’t have? Or was it that you only appreciate what you had when you’ve already lost it?

“How long have you and Hyunwoo been dating?” he asked, leaning against the counter as you pulled your freezer open.

“Four months, I think.”

“Four months? And you already brought him home?”

You snorted at his tone. “His family is in another country so I thought it’d be nice to invite him.”

“You must really like him then.”

“Yeah, but I’m not in love with him or anything.” You placed the mango float on the space beside Jungkook on the counter. “He’s nice, and he likes me too.”

“Does he treat you well?”

You flashed your eyes at him, amusement dancing in them. “What’s with that question?”

“What’s with it?”

“Nothing, it’s just that…” you trailed, a smirk etched on your face. “Wait a minute, are you… you can’t possibly—” Jungkook was widening his eyes, ready to deny your accusation once you questioned whether he was jealous of Hyunwoo or not— “are you pulling an overprotective brother skit on me, Kook?”

Fuck, thank God, he thought.

“I prefer ‘overprotective friend skit’,” he said.

“That doesn’t have a nice ring to it.”

“But I’m not your brother.”

“You don’t have to be, I’m just saying that you and Seowon have been acting similar since Hyunwoo and I arrived.”

“Nonsense. Seowon likes him.”

“Oh, so you don’t?”

He pressed his lips into a tight line.

“Did you just admit that you don’t like Hyunwoo?” you asked, chuckling. He was grateful that you didn’t seem to be offended by it.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like him.”

“Instead you implied it.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You kinda did.”

He heard you laugh and he couldn’t help but allow himself to laugh as well.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Maybe I’m just not used to you dating anyone. You are chronically single.”

“Can’t say you’re wrong.” You snorted and picked up from the mango float, marching back to his house and gesturing for him to follow you.

He did, no words spoken between the both of you once more. Though when you were entering their place again, with Jungkook holding the door open for you, he mentioned something he never reckoned he’d have the guts to mention out loud.

“When you open my gift,” he began, “don’t do it in front of Hyunwoo, okay?”

“Why not?” You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, intrigued by his warning.

“He might not like it. You’ll see.”

That night, at the comfort of your bedroom, Hyunwoo nowhere near but instead sleeping at the coach downstairs in your living room, you opened Jungkook’s gift and saw that it was a necklace with your birth flower as its pendant.

You smiled, rolling your eyes to yourself, and slept with that giddy look never leaving your face.

****

“Not so fast,” Jungkook grunts.

Did he think that you were going to be less difficult since he was helpful earlier? Yeah, he did. He likes to think that if it wasn’t for him, you would have taken longer in feeding yourself with apple juice, so he at least wanted a thank you in the form of your willingness to have an adult conversation with him tonight. However, that clearly isn’t the case because when he walked you up to your apartment like he always did, you’re attempting to lock him out, shutting the door as fast as you can once you’re inside, thus trying to prevent him from initiating that talk he wanted the two of you to have.

“Seriously?” He successfully pries the door open and you scowl at him.

“Jungkook—”

“No, you don’t get to reason your way out of this. I’m done hearing you out. It’s your turn to listen to me.” He steps inside your apartment.

You groan, striding to the sofa and throwing your bag there. “You can’t force me to marry you.”

“Is marrying me so fucking bad that you can’t get over it for health insurance benefits that can really help you?” He demands, infuriated. 

“That’s not the issue.”

“Then what is?”

“You can get arrested!” you exclaim. “And so can I! Does that not freak you out?”

“We’ll only get arrested if we get caught.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

“I’m not willing to see you die.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Who the fuck said anything about dying? I’m not dying.”

“You almost passed out on me. You almost—”

“It’s an error on my part, I admit.” You sigh. “When I get busy and preoccupied, sometimes I forget to check my sugar levels regularly throughout the day. I’m sorry.”

“And you expect to be convinced that you have everything handled?”

“God, I’m not a child. Stop treating me like I can’t do shit for myself.”

“Please, ___,” he approaches you with the most pleading expression he can muster, and he watches as your hard expression crumbles, “just accept my help. It’s really not a big deal—you won’t even see me often, so keeping up with the whole marriage ploy wouldn’t be difficult. We’ll divorce in two years, we can pretend we never got married after that.”

“You just don’t get it, don’t you?”

“What do I not get? If you think I don’t understand something, then explain it to me—”

“I can’t marry you,” you say. You do so like it’s final, like there’s no point in arguing with you because he can never change your stand on this. As he’s pleading with his eyes to urge you to agree, you’re communicating with your eyes in a similar way that’s wishing he would just drop this. “It’s wrong.”

His eyebrows furrow. “This isn’t the time to go on your high horse and decide what’s wrong and what’s not. It’s a fraudulent marriage—of course, it’ll be wrong to some degree.”

“No, I mean…” You turn away from him, rubbing your face in exhaustion. “It’d be wrong of me to marry you. I’m taking advantage of you if I do, and I don’t like that.”

Jungkook shakes his head, frustration worsening at the childlike excuse. Surely, you weren’t that naive, were you? “You’re not. I’m not doing this against my own will. Besides, we get extra pay just for being married. If it makes you feel better, I won’t split it with you.”

“That won’t make me feel better.”

“Then what will?”

You flop down on the coach and lean back, closing your eyes. He knows he’s being a pain in the ass but he can’t just stand here and do nothing. He thinks he’s already come too far in convincing you, he isn’t going to back out now. Every single day spent together, he can feel you warming up to the idea of marrying him for health insurance. Your connection and entirety of your relationship has been off the charts recently that it’ll be harder for him not to be assured that before he leaves for his job, you’ll be taken care off.

Jungkook goes to the spot beside you, sitting down. Your knees bump together, he keeps on gazing at you, waiting for you to focus on him; a minute passes and his gaze moves to your hand that’s laying on the small space between you.

Without overthinking, he stretches out and clasps it, allowing his fingers to play with yours that finally captures your attention. The moment he glances up, he sees that you’re staring at him and he doesn’t let go, he even smiles, a quiet promise that he’s always willing to listen to whatever you want to tell him.

You hesitantly smile back. “You know,” your eyes train back to your intertwined fingers, Jungkook reveling in the warmth of your skin, gaining more confidence in acting out his feelings, “there was a time wherein I would have said yes immediately if you asked me to marry you.”

He smirks, can’t deny how hearing that inflates his ego a bit although this route in the conversation isn’t where he expected to go. “What changed?”

“For one, I grew up.”

“Ouch.”

You laugh. Then you stay quiet for a while before speaking. “Can I confess something?”

That piques his interest. “Anything.”

“But you have to promise not to make fun of me.”

“That’s impossible.” He teases. “What is it?”

You stall, readjusting your position so that you can directly face him. Jungkook doesn’t let go of your hand, he keeps it in his grasp, his thumb rubbing along the expanse of your knuckles.

“I like you, Jungkook. I really really do,” you finally say and he blinks, startled.

It shouldn’t surprise him, considering that it’s been long established that he knew of your crush already, though he doesn’t seem to have anticipated for you to boldly admit it when all these years, it’s only been some kind of unspoken understanding that neither of you downright acknowledged.

You continue speaking. “In fact, I like you so much that maybe it developed into love at some point—I’m not sure. I’m at this stage of no longer being afraid of what I feel, I think? Most of the time, I just let it occur like it’s something so natural. Like it’s a feeling that I can never get away from? Like whatever I do, there’s no way to shake you.” You chuckle half-heartedly. “Though never in a million years would I have thought that I’d confess all of this. What for anyway? I don’t want you to be burdened with what my teenage heart couldn’t rub out.”

His mind is racing; hundred thoughts, hundred scenarios, hundred experiences he’s spent with you since the day you met. Jungkook never realized how much he needed you to say that you liked him—that maybe you even loved him—until he heard it from your very mouth that you did, causing every inhibition and doubt he had to vanish. Now, he only wants to engulf you in an embrace and shout Yes, I feel the same way! Sorry for being a fucking corward and not doing this first!

He would have done all of that in a flash if it didn’t appear that you still had something to say. Based on your rather constipated posture and the hand he’s holding that’s becoming clammy, he discerns that you’re just in the first part of what you wanted to admit.

“Actually, that’s also why I can’t let myself marry you,” you say. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I don’t know… it feels really icky somehow. I feel like I’m holding you hostage, or that I’m tricking you because of an ulterior motive, or that I’m defying the laws of the universe by having the chance to marry you. I’m not sure. I just know that I don’t want to marry you if it means I’ll only get to do so because you think you’re doing me a huge favor. I don’t want to be your charity case, Kook—I deserve to be more than that, you know? I’m not traditional or whatever but if it’s not for love, I’m not keen on getting married.” You abruptly pull away from his clutch, embarrassment washing on your features by what you stated. “Plus, two years might not be that long but what happens when you meet someone and you like her? How can you explain that you’re only married to me because I need it for my medication? It’ll just be unnecessarily messy. I don’t want to hold you back from those kinds of things. I don’t want to be a hindrance.”

That’s his cue. That’s when he knows he’s supposed to kiss you and take your breath away, to admit that he’s certain that he has loved you since that one time when he was in the Naval Academy and although the training was hard as fuck, the thought of you gave him strength and he didn’t want to see anyone as much as he wanted to see you after—that when you and Seowon visited him, that familiar urge to have you alone was all he felt the entire time, solidifying the idea that perhaps he didn’t just see you as a friend.

“You’re unbelievably dense, ___,” he murmurs, smirking at the play of events, and you glance at him, expression showing disbelief that he’s somehow treating this matter lightly.

“What?”

“Do you honestly think I go around and offer marriage to every woman out there who can benefit from being a military spouse? Do you think I’m that generous? I’m not. I wouldn’t ask anyone to marry me for the same reason if they weren’t important to me—or if I didn’t like them. I’m not that much of a saint,” he adds. “I mean, I’m taking a two-week break to convince you to marry me. I’m spending time with you every single day. I’m driving for almost an hour and a half, enduring the traffic to get from my apartment to the university you work in to do that—and you think this is because I want to be charitable?”

Silence. Your forehead wrinkles. He thinks you’re still not getting the point.

“I’m in love with you, ____,” Jungkook says.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You’re opening your mouth, then closing it, then opening it again, then pressing it into a thin line. He thinks you look cute, being taken aback like this, and he’s wishing that he’s done this sooner so that the last five days of him chasing you around like a lost puppy was spent with talking more about what’s possibly waiting for yours and his relationship next.

“Are you serious?” you ask after what seems like forever. “Or are you just saying that because you’re that desperate to have me on board with the whole fraudulent marriage thing?”

“God—” He’s inching closer to you now, laughing, watching your lips twitch at his reaction— “I’m convinced that you were born into this earth to drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that, he no longer restrains himself from kissing you.

It takes you a few good seconds before you will yourself to move. You can’t seem to process the reality of Jungkook admitting that he was in love with you and then taking the liberty to plant his lips on yours. You’re not complaining, of course, but you are a bit overwhelmed that it literally makes you freeze, unaware of what you’re supposed to do now that your fantasies are coming into life.

However, once you feel him angle his head to the side, doing so to deepen the kiss, your reflexes kick in and you’re kissing him back, encircling your arms around his neck and leaning towards him, Jungkook sighing in what appears to be relief. He grips your hips to support you as you try to straddle him, but your movements are so clumsy that you end up sprawling against his chest instead, perched on a leg of his that provides pleasure on the spot you need him the most. He chuckles at your lack of gracefulness, gliding his lips to your cheek and down to your jaw, nipping.

“This okay?” he whispers with a palm drifting to your bottom.

You nod and Jungkook’s mouth is back on yours in an instant. He squeezes your ass, takes his time in fondling with it, cheekily slapping whenever you get brave yourself and push your tongue past his lips, before he skims his hand lower to your thigh and signals for you to mount him. Upon being properly sat on his lap, you get an immediate feel of his hard length through his jeans, prompting your imagination to run wild and induce the filthiest things he can do to you if neither of you stops.

“Holy shit,” he curses, your kisses roaming to the base of his throat where you lap and suck.

It becomes a dirty pattern for a while. The both of you will take a brief pause from making out to remove a piece of clothing or kiss every other exposed skin there is: the cheek, the jaw, the neck, the collarbones, the shoulders. Then one of you hauls the other back for another passionate kiss, hands skating everywhere on your bodies, sounds of arousal echoing inside the room; you’re starting to get lightheaded but you’re positive it’s not because of your sugar levels running low.

“I hate that it took us so long to get to this point,” he mutters.

You grin. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m the man—I should have confessed long ago.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. ‘Was afraid to lose you, I guess.” He draws his head back and admires your blissed out expression. “But then when Seowon told me you had diabetes, I panicked and thought that I might lose you either way.”

You go back to making out, Jungkook guiding your hips in grinding on his clothed length. It’s addictive—the intimate feel of him, how he’s not shy in making sure you know how much he’s craving to be as close to you as you are to him. You think you can spend the whole night just doing this and be okay with it.

“Fuck, Kook,” you groan against his mouth, a hand descending to his stomach and to his manhood, “you’re so… so fuckin’ hard.”

You’re palming him now, tracing the erection evident under his boxers.

He lets out a grunt. “Yeah, baby, I know.”

“Do you… do you want me—” You’re breathless, not able to continue whatever it is that you want to say.

He understands you just fine though. “No.” He shakes his head. “Don’t do anything.”

You’re not sure what Jungkook means by that. How are you supposed to do nothing when you want to do everything to him? You soon comprehend what he means when he guides you to lay down on the sofa, when his lips skim lower and lower, passing your breasts, giving them the attention they deserve, until he goes lower than that and discards your underwear, kissing you in between your legs.

It’s like he’s releasing all the pent up emotions he’s been keeping all these years. His tongue and fingers are relentless, his voice is telling you that he’s eager to coax an orgasm out of you, and as he lifts himself up to return to his previous position, face hovering yours, you’re positive that he’ll get everything he wants because without a doubt you’ll give him everything he wants from you too. Hell, if he uses this opportunity to ask you to marry him again, you might answer yes straight away, no longer bearing in mind the worries you expressed to him earlier.

Although did that even matter anymore? Jungkook said he loved you. He said you drove him crazy. You never thought you’d come to see the day he’d utter those words but here you are. The man of your dreams is kissing you, pleasing you, and looking damn enthusiastic as he does all of that.

“Last chance to stop me,” Jungkook teases. His eyes are glassy and you can feel his cock nudging on your thigh.

You giggle, bringing his head closer to press another long kiss on those pink and plump lips of his. “Please never stop.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“I’m going to take you up on that.”

“Please do.”

After this night, you’re certain that you’ll never allow yourself to be with another man aside from Jungkook. At the back of your head, you always thought that you were his, regardless if that wasn’t true or that there was no real relationship to prove that—however, at this moment, as he thrusts in and out languidly, you unquestionably know that you are. You belong to him now and he belongs to you; he lets you know through his love-filled gaze, his passionate kisses, and the manner wherein he moans your name.

“I love you,” he says, like he’s still in deep longing for your touch and affection.

You hum, tangling your fingers through the strands of his hair. “I love you, Kook.” You stare at his eyes. “I can’t remember a time I didn’t.”

A boyish grin erupts on his features.

Time passes by quickly. In a few more of his kisses, of the intoxicating slam of his hips, of his seductive whimpers, you’re coming beneath him, Jungkook pulling out and jerking his length until he too comes, his seed landing on the base of your tummy. You have the nerve to giggle at that, grinning at him with low-lidded eyes, and Jungkook hastily wipes his cum off your skin, attacking you with another passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.

“There’s no way you’re not marrying me after this,” he murmurs.

You teasingly graze your teeth on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.”

He groans. “Don’t think about it. Just say yes.”

“At least let me sleep on it, Kook.”

“Fuck—fine.” He grabs your sides and pulls you flush against his body. “Guess I’ll have to keep on convincing you until you agree.”

****

“God, why is this so difficult?” Jungkook whines, keeping you in his embrace, head tucked between your cheek and shoulder.

The air is very humid and Jungkook’s in his naval aviator uniform, which doesn’t look cool in a sense that air is properly flowing through the material. He doesn’t care though, doesn’t care that it’s sticking to his skin as he refuses to let you go, not even when you complain playfully.

“Kook, I’m fucking sweaty.”

“I don’t care.”

You laugh. 

He’s leaving to return to his duty and you’re here with him outside the base before he enters, being with him until the last possible minute because that’s how much of a good wife you are.

Yes, you and Jungkook did get married. Three days ago in fact, at the city hall’s courtroom. Neither of you invited your parents; they didn’t know about the occasion and you refused to tell them, afraid that they may be critical about yours and his choices when they discover the true reason why you’re rushing to be wed. The only people that remained to be aware of it was Seowon and his girlfriend, Winnie, who served as the witnesses, which was fine by you. In your understanding, this was just for the papers and your health, and not the real deal yet to be celebrated lavishly.

“I’ll propose to you again after a couple of years,” Jungkook promised after the ceremony. “Let’s renew our vows and I’ll give you an amazing wedding.”

You would have told him that there was no need, but who were you kidding? You did want a proper wedding with Jungkook. The previous week didn’t even feel like you were newlyweds. Yes, the both of you compacted all of the dates you could have if one of you weren’t such a chicken in five days, and yes, though the honeymoon stage was experienced and practiced—it was only because you were a new couple who after years of hiding their feelings for one another, was now finally free to express it as much as they desired.

“Call me everyday?” you ask when he finally pulls back, Jungkook pecking your lips one more time.

“Definitely.” He smiles. “Visit me whenever possible?”

“Of course.” You kiss him too.

His smile transforms into a grin. “Take care of yourself, alright? Keep me updated all the time. No sugarcoating allowed.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

Rolling his eyes, he gives you another kiss and engulfs you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground that causes you to giggle.

“Okay, pack it up, love birds!” Seowon shouts.

The two of you turn to your brother who’s leaning on his car, the vehicle that was used to transport the three of you today. You’re still in the middle of moving your belongings at Jungkook’s place and Seowon was kind enough to volunteer helping, always dubious that you could do stuff on your own. Despite your reluctance, you let him assist you, mostly because you’re trying to make a conscious effort in not upsetting him again.

Let’s just say that when the judge hailed you husband and wife at the civil wedding, Seowon wasn’t thrilled to see that the kiss shared between you and Jungkook wasn’t as fake as the supposed sham marriage, leading him to the conclusion that in the middle of Jungkook’s ruse of convincing you to be his wife, something must have happened that led to your approval and that rather 18+ rated kiss. Mostly though, he’s just offended that neither of you thought of telling him that you were an official couple before the wedding.

Jungkook unwillingly places you down.

“I think I need to go,” you say.

He nods with a sigh. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“Call you tomorrow?”

“Yes.” You affectionately caress his cheek, bringing his face down for the very very very last kiss. 

He leans into it. “Fuck, I don’t want to leave.”

“Seriously—hurry up!” Seowon shouts and you pull back.

“I will kill him,” you tell Jungkook.

“He’s your brother,” he says. “And now, my brother-in-law, so I can’t let you do that.”

“That might be your very first red flag, Jungkook, insinuating that you’re choosing my brother over me.” You cross your arms. “Tell me, if the both of us were drowning, would you save me or Seowon?”

“You,” he answers without missing a beat.

You narrow your eyes. “Is that the truth?”

“Of course. Seowon would probably undrown himself anyway and you’re shit at swimming. It’s an easy choice.”

You punch him hard on the shoulder and he feigns hurt, snickering. “For the record, I don’t think anyone can ‘undrown’ themselves—but fine, you pass the test.”

Jungkook faces Seowon’s direction and does a final salute, your brother returning it swiftly, and just like that, you and him share your last farewells. You watch as he goes through the entrance of the base and sends you a wave of goodbye; you weakly copy the gesture and stand there for a few seconds, just watching him fade from your view the further he trudges inside. You don’t think saying goodbye to him ever felt this heavy, and you blame it on the fact that after all this is the first time you’re saying goodbye to him with the assurance that he loves you too—and that alone weighs millions.

You spin on your heel and go to Seowon who’s already in the driver’s seat. As soon as you get in and wear your seat belt, he’s giving you a dirty look.

“What?” you ask.

“Please never do that in front of me again.”

His statement makes you smirk. “Why? Didn’t you want this?”

“Want what?”

“Me and Jungkook to be together.”

“When on earth did I say that?”

“You previously admitted that you were lowkey playing cupid by suggesting that Jungkook marry me for health insurance.”

A short pause. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to watch you two reenact a porno every fucking time.”

“We’re not—”

“You are. Don’t deny it.” He grumbles. “God, every time I see you two, it’s like I’m Ross from that one Friends episode where he accidentally sees Monica and Chandler doing it from the window of his apartment.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” You laugh. “In my defense, you haven’t seen me and Jungkook actually do the deed so—”

“Wait, so the two of you have?”

Your expression drops. His tone is approaching older brother protectiveness territory and you’re quick to attempt diffusing the situation. “I will not dive into that. All I’m going to say is that I’m a grown adult and so is Jungkook.”

He grimaces before starting the engine. “Yeah, never dive into that. I don’t need to hear the details.”

You share a laugh and then silence fills the car.

You press your lips together, looking at him while he backs out from the parking spot. “Hey, thanks, by the way. For driving today, and for offering to help me later, and maybe for also never minding your own business.”

You recall how Seowon was the one who couldn’t stop worrying about you and finding a solution when you told your family that you had type 1 diabetes. Your parents were concerned, they pestered you for months to force you to accept financial assistance from them, but they gave up soon after. Seowon though? He never did. He persisted through every outburst you had; he tolerated your bitchiness and your dirty looks all the time. Out of everyone in your life, you always felt like regardless of how stubborn and prideful you could be, Seowon was worse—in the best way possible.

A crooked smile illuminates his face. “You’re my kid sister. It’s my job to never let you experience peace in your whole life.”

You scoff. “Well, you’re damn great at what you do.”

When you reach Jungkook’s apartment, unloading the boxes and arranging your stuff to its designated places, your heart swells in happiness as the reality sinks in that your life is heading in the right direction after months of feeling hopeless. It drives you to be more thankful to the little things, to the people who were always by your side, to your previous circumstance that although wasn’t ideal was still manageable. A lot don’t get to have that kind of privilege and you promise yourself that you’ll make an effort to find more things to be grateful about from this day forward.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Seowon approaches in the middle of you arranging your books on Jungkook’s near to empty shelf, “Winnie wanted to give you this. She would have handed it over herself but she’s going to be busy for the next few days.”

You take the frame from his hand and see that it’s the picture Winnie took of you and Jungkook after the ceremony. It’s in the restaurant that you ate at to celebrate the civil wedding. Jungkook was grinning at you with an arm around on the backrest of your chair, you were leaning towards him, smiling at the camera—and the absolute selling point of why this was the best picture ever taken was because of how cake icing was scattered on your faces, places on spots in an artistic manner like it was planted there on purpose for the picture and not because the both of you were being silly that instance.

You think it showcases your relationship with Jungkook marvelously. It’s playful, it’s sweet, and most of all, it demonstrates how you two are clearly great friends.

“This is so beautiful, Seowon,” you say.

You immediately send Winnie a heartfelt thank you message for the gift and continue to take a photo of the frame, sending it to Jungkook as well.

Once you hit send, you type out a message to accompany it.

You: look how cute we look 🥹

You’re certain it’ll take hours before he replies so you keep your phone again, going back to staring at the picture which is now placed on one of the shelves. It’s the sole picture frame you have with Jungkook. In fact, it’s the only picture that Jungkook has in his apartment, and you like to think that this might be the mark of the new beginning you’ll have with him. Even though your relationship wouldn’t be traditionally explored given his occupation and how he’s most likely going to be away a lot, you don’t mind.

If there’s one thing you really believe in, it’s that waiting for Jungkook—whether consciously or unconsciously—always brings out the best outcomes.

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[darkeralmond]

Rebellious

Rutger Mcgroarty x fem! Reader

song: gorilla - bruno mars

synopsis: y/n is the daughter of the umich hockey coach. you’re in charge of managing the social media page for the team. when rutger catches your eye, your father pulls you aside and says not to get romantically involved with any of his players.

warnings: 18+, smut, rough blow job, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral fem! receiving, oral male! receiving, the use of the word ‘daddy’, she/her pronouns

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this was an idea i came up with a couple nights ago and i really needed to dump it out on someone. the best person to do this with is rutger bc i love him and ik he likes it rough!!

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You had gotten home from the boys practice after getting some footage of them for the social media page. You always had a special interest in photography and making content. Since your dad was the hockey coach for the University of Michigan, he inaugurated you to be the hockey team’s social media manager.

It was the first day you got prepared to ask the boys questions that you met Rutger. Your dad noticed the way you were looking at him the whole time he spoke and pulled you aside.

“I don’t want you getting romantically involved with any of the boys on my team,” he sternly said. “I already told my players that I don’t need any drama on the team, and I don’t need my little girl heart broken.”

You wanted to argue against it, but your dad’s expression intimidated you. You let out a long sigh before answering, “Yes, sir.”

After practice, Rutger came up to you while you were walking out. “Hey! I thought you were really pretty and I was wondering… do you… uh… wanna go out with me Friday night?”

You frowned and glanced back at your dad who spoke to Dylan and Nolan. You then looked back at Rutger and sighed, “Sorry. I’m not allowed to date guys on the hockey team…” You explained the whole situation to him and you could see his heart break. You felt awful.

He nodded his head and looked down at his feet, “Yeah, I get it. He’s just looking out for you.” He looked back up at you and flashed a false smile.

“Thanks for understanding. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said before turning away and making your way to your car. He watched as you walked away, his heart sinking at the painful rejection.

That was about 5 months ago, now here he was driving up to your apartment that you shared with your roommate, who got a last minute call from their professor to go to the lab to run some experiments. That meant you were home alone.

He stood outside your door as the rain came pouring down causing him to get soaked in rain water. He knocked on the door, his heart beating fast.

You opened it up and saw a drenched Rutger in your doorway. “Rutger?!” You met his gaze and saw how distressed he looked. “What are you doing here?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words got caught on his throat. He let out a sigh as he shook his hands. “Y/N. I am in love with you,” he said.

You stared at him as your mouth dropped open. He wasn’t being serious. There’s no way he was being serious. He knew the rules your dad set in place. “Rutger-”

“I've been in love with you since the first day I met you,” he cut in. “You’re so nice and smart and funny and beautiful… I can't get you out of my head!”

You blinked a couple times, your mind went blank due to the shock. “What?!”

“Y/N,” he said as he stepped closer to you. “I need you. I need you more than anything. Screw what your dad said, I need you.”

“Rutger,” you smiled softly. You brought your hand up to his face and caressed his cheek. His chest fell up and down rhythmically with his breath. “I need you too.”

He smiled widely and placed his hands on your waist. You glanced down at his lips before closing space between you and him. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips locked together. The first kiss didn’t last long before you both pulled away.

You watched as the smile on his face faded as he leaned back in again, the kiss feeling hungrier than the last one. He craved the taste of your lips and the feel of your body.

His tongue slid between your lips to venture deeper in your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as he did this, his grip on your hips tightening. Your body pressed against him, his erection pressing against your leg. You pulled away out of shock and glanced down at his pants.

“Oh, shit! Sorry!” he immediately apologized, his cheeks flushing bright red. He let go of you and looked away.

You grabbed his wrist which caused him to look at you again. “Don’t be sorry,” you said. “I mean… if you really want to… you know,” you paused as your gaze trailed off somewhere else. “We can.”

You looked back in his eyes and saw the shock, the thrill, the hunger that glinted in them. “Your roommate isn’t home?” You shook your head. “…Are you sure?”

You smiled, “I’m positive.”

That innocent expression on his face quickly changed as he entered the house. You giggled seeing how eager he was to sleep with you. You shut the door after he entered and grabbed his hands, leading him upstairs to your bedroom.

You shut your bedroom door after you entered. You turned to see him already stripping out of his shirt. You laughed, “How long have you been waiting to fuck me?” You stripped out of your hoodie, revealing your black bra.

He looked back at you as he undid the string on his sweatpants. “Well, I’ve had a lot of dreams of you sucking my dick.”

Your facial expression shifted to a coy expression as you approached him again. “Then let’s make that a reality,” you said in a gentle, quiet voice. You ran your fingers through his hair as the two of you shared another heated kiss. The kiss was full of desire and lust.

You pulled away from the kiss and got down onto your knees, tucking your hair behind your ear and out of your face. You traced your finger on his shaft which was strained against the fabric of his boxers. He let out a shaky breath before groaning, “Fuck…”

His erection popped out of his boxers when you pulled them down, he was bigger than you expected. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick before taking a couple licks at his slit.

He shuddered at the feeling. “Don’t tease me, Y/N. You’ve already done that enough,” he begged. You did as he said and took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head gently, trying to take all of him.

He grabbed your hair in order to guide you at whatever pace he wanted. As your tongue lapped up his length, his moans filled your ears. His cock grew harder inside your mouth. The more you sucked him, the more the friction drove him crazy. The sensation was intoxicating, making his hips thrust forward uncontrollably. A moan escaped from his throat.

When he was close to climax, he threw his head back and shouted your name, your tongue working overtime to satisfy him. Once he was satisfied, he shot a load in your mouth. You pulled away and coughed.

“Shit,” he frowned and ran his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You calmed down from your coughing fit and then giggled, “It’s okay! I’m just glad I made you feel good.” You wiped away the mess he left on your mouth.

He smirked at you, “Well, I’m still gonna eat you out.” He swooped you up off the floor and carried you over to the bed. You laughed as he threw you onto the mattress and climbed on top of you.

He removed your shorts easily before throwing them aside.  He stared down at you, placing a soft peck on your forehead before leaning down to kiss you again.

He pulled back and placed trailing kisses that lead to your stomach, then stopping at the spot where your panties started. He slipped them off of you before his lips traveled lower until he reached your clit. He slowly parted your folds as he sucked hard on your clit, causing you to moan loudly.

He worked you harder and faster, making you arch your back slightly. The heat built up between you again, leaving you panting for air and desperate to feel more of his touch.

He stopped sucking on you and ran his tongue along your inner thigh. You let out a gasp as the tingling warmth spread throughout your legs.

He continued sucking your clit while rubbing circles on your wet entrance. Your breaths became heavy and shallow, your hips bucking underneath him.

“Fuck!” you whimpered.  Your orgasm hit you like a truck, leaving you weak on the bed. Your legs felt as if they were going to fall asleep from exhaustion.

Rutger chuckled as he moved his attention back to your clit. He teased it by swirling his tongue over your sensitive nub while licking around it. “Cum, baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

His hand moved upward as he started moving his fingers in a circular motion on your clit. The feeling sent shocks through your body, you couldn’t help yourself from moaning louder and grabbing onto the sheets beneath you. “Yeah, just like that.” He then inserted two of his fingers inside you. “Cum for daddy.” He sent vibrations down to your center as he curled his fingers inside you.

You shouted as your orgasm crashed into you. Your body tensed up as your orgasm gripped your body. You gripped onto the sheets, unable to control yourself as you released every ounce of tension you were holding in.

He removed his fingers from your core, the warm liquid spilling from you in thick trails. He wiped his fingers on the sheets as you began panting for breath. “Do you feel better now?”

You felt rebellious after that. You explicitly went against your dad’s rules. Matter of fact, you did worse than what your dad told you to do. You fucked one of his players and it felt good. “Yeah, I do.”

He laid down next to you and stared at you. You giggled, “What?”

He laughed as well, looking away from you. “Nothing! You’re just so beautiful.” You felt your cheeks flush red at that compliment.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smirked. “Well, now what should we do?”

He hummed. “We could always go on that date...”

You giggled and nodded your head, “Yeah. Of course I will.”

[tosomeonessomeone]

a heart laid bare.

words・ 4.5k /pairings・ non Idol Jisung x reader / genres・fluff / warnings・ suggestive You - Major in literature Han Jisung - Major in music

Professor Lee announced the upcoming seminar on different poetry genres, and to your surprise, you were paired with Han Jisung for the project. 

"Hello," you said, mustering a smile as you approached Han Jisung after class.

"Hi," he replied, flashing a friendly grin. "Looks like we're partners for the seminar. I'm Han Jisung."

"Nice to meet you, I'm [Your Name]," you replied, feeling a bit nervous but also intrigued by his warm demeanor.

"Confessional poetry, huh? It's quite an interesting topic," Han Jisung remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Yeah, definitely. I think it's fascinating how poets use their own experiences and emotions to create such powerful works," you replied, feeling a sense of connection already.

Despite the looming deadline, the journey felt exhilarating, filled with moments of discovery and shared creativity. And as you exchanged drafts and ideas, you couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead, both in your project and beyond.

In the quiet solitude of the campus library, surrounded by towering shelves of books, Han Jisung's voice echoed softly in the dimly lit aisle. His eyes, illuminated by the gentle glow of the reading lamps, held a spark of excitement as he leaned in closer.

"I never realized how raw and vulnerable confessional poetry could be," Han Jisung confessed, his words hanging in the air like delicate whispers. "It's like peeling back layers of emotion, uncovering truths that resonate deep within."

His voice carried a sense of wonder, as if he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure buried beneath the weight of words. You listened intently, drawn to the passion that infused his every syllable, and nodded in silent agreement.

"Yeah, it's incredible how these poets lay bare their innermost thoughts and feelings," you replied, your own voice hushed with reverence. "It's like they're inviting us into the depths of their souls, sharing their joys and sorrows without reservation."

You knew that this late-night study session was just the beginning of a deeper exploration, one that would lead you both to the very essence of what it means to be human.

As you and Han Jisung embarked on your journey through the world of confessional poetry, you decided to dedicate each week to a different writer, immersing yourselves in their words and emotions. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you gathered in your dorm room, surrounded by the soft glow of lamplight and the scent of old books.

"This week, let's focus on Sylvia Plath," you suggested, reaching for a worn copy of "Ariel" from your bookshelf.

Han Jisung nodded eagerly, settling onto the floor beside you. "Sounds good. Her poetry has always had a way of cutting straight to the heart."

You opened the book to a dog-eared page and began to read aloud, the words tumbling from your lips like a whispered confession. "‘I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me…’"

Han Jisung listened intently, his gaze fixed on the page as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within each line. "Wow," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like she's laying bare her innermost fears for the world to see."

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of Plath's words settle like a heavy cloak around your shoulders. "Her ability to capture the darkness and despair within the human soul is truly remarkable."

As the week progressed, you and Han Jisung found yourselves drawn deeper into the labyrinth of Plath's poetry, reading and re-reading her verses to each other late into the night. With each passing day, you uncovered new layers of meaning and emotion, finding solace in the shared experience of exploring the depths of the human psyche.

"And what about Anne Sexton?" Han Jisung suggested one evening, his eyes alight with curiosity.

You nodded, eager to delve into the haunting verses of Sexton's confessional poetry. Together, you opened the pages of "Live or Die," letting the words wash over you like a tidal wave of emotion.

"'Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing,'" you read, your voice trembling with emotion.

Han Jisung sat in silence, absorbing the weight of Sexton's words. "It's like she's grappling with her own mortality, wrestling with the demons that haunt her every waking moment."

As the days turned into weeks, you and Han Jisung found yourselves drawn together not only by your shared passion for poetry but also by a growing sense of companionship and connection. The long picnics you dedicated to discussing poetry became cherished moments of shared intimacy, where the boundaries between friendship and something more began to blur.

Sitting on the soft grass under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, you unfolded your picnic blanket, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingling with the scent of wildflowers. As you exchanged verses and interpretations, laughter danced on the breeze, weaving a tapestry of shared memories and inside jokes.

"We should do this more often," Han Jisung remarked, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "It's like our own little oasis away from the chaos of the world."

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of the sun against your skin and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. In that moment, the world seemed to slow to a halt, and all that mattered was the quiet rhythm of your breaths and the gentle cadence of your laughter.

You found yourselves seeking each other out in moments of solitude and solace. Whether it was strolling through the bustling streets of the city, savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee in quaint cafes, or losing track of time in the hushed corners of the library, you discovered a shared joy in each other's presence.

Even as you juggled the demands of your respective majors, you found solace in the moments spent together, learning and growing side by side. Whether it was discussing the intricacies of English literature or unraveling the mysteries of music theory, each shared experience became an opportunity to deepen your connection and broaden your horizons.

One day as you wandered through the corridors, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in hand, your steps led you to the music hall where Han Jisung was scheduled for piano monitoring. With a warm smile, you settled outside the classroom, the familiar melody of his playing drifting through the closed door.

As the minutes passed, you sipped your coffee, the rich flavor mingling with the anticipation humming in the air. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, you pushed open the door and stepped inside.

There, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, Han Jisung sat at the piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with effortless grace. The music swirled around the room, filling every corner with its enchanting melody, wrapping you in its embrace.

For a moment, you stood rooted to the spot, captivated by the sight of Han Jisung lost in his world of music. His eyes were closed, his expression serene, as if he were communing with something beyond the reach of words.

As the final notes faded into silence, Han Jisung opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and delight. A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gestured for you to come closer.

"You heard that?" he asked, his voice soft with wonder.

You nodded, the warmth of the moment enveloping you like a soft blanket. "It was beautiful," you replied, your heart swelling with admiration.

He looked into your eyes with a secretive glint in his eyes. "That piece was part of my self-authored poem," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "But it's a secret for now."

Surprised by his revelation, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of curiosity. "A secret poem?" you echoed, leaning in closer, eager to hear more.

Han Jisung nodded, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I've been working on it for some time. I wanted it to be a surprise, something special."

In that moment, a wave of warmth washed over you, touched by Han Jisung's thoughtfulness and creativity. "I can't wait to hear it," you replied, your heart swelling with anticipation.

Han Jisung's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued, "I hope to turn it into a song someday, but I need to find the right melody first. Something that captures the essence of the words."

You nodded in understanding, marveling at his dedication and passion for his craft. "I have no doubt it will be amazing," you assured him, your voice filled with unwavering confidence.

With just one week left until the seminar, you knew that together, you and Han Jisung were ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with nothing but your love for literature and the unshakeable bond that had blossomed between you.

As you huddled together in the cozy confines of your dorm room, surrounded by scattered notebooks and 

half-empty mugs of coffee, the hours melted away in a blur of passionate discussion and shared laughter. 

"We're almost there," you remarked, your voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion but buoyed by a sense of accomplishment. "Just a few more tweaks and we'll be ready for the big day."

Han Jisung nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with determination. "I have a feeling our hard work is going to pay off. This seminar is going to be something special."

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, you finally allowed yourselves a moment of respite, knowing that the journey you had embarked upon together was far from over. 

With Saturday stretching out before you like a blank canvas, filled with endless possibilities, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

As you and Han Jisung settled onto the soft rug, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy blanket. Despite the late hour and the quiet stillness of the room, your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions, each one more elusive than the last.

"I just can't seem to find the right words," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to write my poem, but it's like the words won't come."

Han Jisung nodded in understanding, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling chaos of your thoughts. "It's okay," he reassured you, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Sometimes, the hardest part is finding the courage to let the words flow."

With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, willing the floodgates of inspiration to open. But try as you might, the blank page remained stubbornly devoid of any semblance of poetry, a silent testament to your inner struggle.

"I just want it to be perfect," you admitted, the weight of expectation bearing down on your shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear.

Han Jisung reached out, his hand resting gently on yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support. "It doesn't have to be perfect," he said, his voice soft but firm. "It just has to be true."

His words hung in the air like a lifeline, guiding you back to the heart of your creativity and reminding you that the beauty of poetry lies not in its perfection, but in its honesty and vulnerability.

And as you leaned against the bed, surrounded by the soft glow of lamplight and the steady rhythm of Han Jisung's presence, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united in purpose and bound by the bonds of friendship and shared passion.

As you looked at Han Jisung, lost in the quiet rhythm of his work, a wave of inspiration washed over you, igniting a spark deep within your soul. The dim light cast soft shadows across the room, enveloping the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy and possibility.

In that fleeting moment, as the world outside faded into oblivion, you found yourself drawn to the beauty of the scene unfolding before you—the gentle rustle of papers, the steady cadence of Han Jisung's breathing, the unspoken connection that bound you together.

With a sense of purpose coursing through your veins, you reached for your pen, the ink flowing like a river of creativity as you scribbled down every word that danced across your mind. 

Each line was a testament to the quiet strength of friendship and the power of shared dreams, woven together with threads of love and vulnerability.

As the words spilled onto the page, a sense of clarity washed over you, like a beacon guiding you home. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, you had found your anchor, your sanctuary—the poetry that lay dormant within your soul, waiting to be unleashed.

And as you poured your heart onto the page, each word a testament to the beauty of the human experience, you knew that this moment would forever be etched into the fabric of your memory—a silent tribute to the power of inspiration, and the transformative magic of connection.

“In shadows cast by evening's gentle hue,

In whispered sighs beneath the crescent moon,

A heart laid bare, adorned with shades of blue,

Confession wrapped in verses' soft cocoon.

Beneath the lamplight's tender, flickering glow,

I trace the contours of a secret flame,

A love that blossoms but dare not to show,

Its petals sheltered from the world's acclaim.

In stolen glances, fleeting moments shared,

A melody of longing softly hummed,

In every line, a tender truth declared,

A symphony of whispers left unsung.

With every word, a silent vow I keep,

In ink-stained pages, where my secrets sleep.”

As you looked down at your words, a moment of realization struck you like a bolt from the blue. Lost in the rhythm of your own thoughts, you hadn't even noticed Han Jisung leaning in, his eyes scanning the freshly written lines with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

His gaze lingered on the page, his expression unreadable, as if he were trying to unravel the secrets hidden within the ink-stained verses. And in that moment, a rush of vulnerability washed over you, like a tide pulling you deeper into the depths of your own emotions.

You felt exposed, laid bare beneath the weight of your own words, unsure of how Han Jisung would receive the confessions woven into the fabric of your poetry. Would he understand the hidden layers of meaning, the echoes of longing that reverberated within each line?

"It's beautiful." he said, his voice soft with reverence.

As you turned your head to look at him, a sudden rush of proximity filled the space between you, your face mere inches from his. The air crackled with electricity, charged with the unspoken tension that lingered between you like a veil of anticipation.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, suspended in the delicate balance of possibility and restraint. Your heart thundered in your chest, the rhythm of its beats echoing the unspoken desires that danced beneath the surface.

His breath brushed against your skin, warm and intoxicating, a whispered promise of what could be. And as you met his gaze, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent exchange of longing and uncertainty.

His deep brown eyes, soft and tender, held a universe of emotions as you slowly turned your head away, a silent retreat from the intensity of the moment. But before you could fully escape, his hand found its place on your cheek, gentle and reassuring, drawing you back to him with a magnetic pull that defied reason.

In the hushed intimacy of the space between you, his lips met yours in a tender caress, a silent confession of the longing that had lingered unspoken between you for so long. The world fell away, consumed by the heat of the moment, as the soft brush of his lips ignited a fire within your soul.

In that fleeting instant, the boundaries that had once separated you melted into oblivion, leaving only the raw vulnerability of shared desire and the promise of something deeper, something more profound than words could ever convey.

As you kissed him back, the world around you faded into insignificance, consumed by the electrifying intensity of the moment. His lips, warm and tender against yours, ignited a fire within your soul, a flame fueled by the unspoken desires and shared dreams that had bound you together.

With each fleeting touch, he drew you closer, his embrace a sanctuary against the chaos of the world. And as your lips moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of longing and devotion unfolded between you, a silent testament to the love that had blossomed in the quiet spaces between books and late-night wanderings.

In the tender pauses between kisses, Han Jisung's voice rose like a gentle melody, weaving the words of his poem into the fabric of the night, each verse a testament to the depth of his love.

"In the quiet whispers of the night," he began, his voice soft and reverent, "Beneath the stars' soft, guiding light, A love was born amidst the pages, Of books that filled our shared spaces."

As his lips brushed against yours, he continued, each word a whispered confession of devotion and longing. "In words penned by poets' hands, Our hearts found solace, made their stands, On picnic blankets, under trees, We shared our hopes, our dreams, our pleas."

With each stanza, the weight of his love washed over you like a gentle tide, pulling you deeper into the depths of his affection. "In late-night wanderings, side by side, Through shelves of books, our love did glide, A silent dance of souls entwined, In the labyrinth of the mind."

And as he spoke, you felt the echoes of your shared journey reverberate through every syllable, binding you together in an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of passion and understanding. "With every verse, a promise made, In every stanza, love conveyed, Through sonnets sweet and verses true, Our hearts found shelter, me and you."

In the quiet sanctuary of the night, Han Jisung's words became a sanctuary, a testament to the beauty of your love and the poetry that had blossomed between you. "And so, my love, in poetry's embrace, I found the home for which I chase, In every line, I see your face, A love eternal, bound by grace."

With each breath, with each kiss, the lines of his poem became etched into the very fabric of your being, a reminder of the magic that had brought you together and the promise of a future filled with endless possibility and unwavering devotion.

As Han Jisung finished his heartfelt poem, his eyes met yours with a depth of emotion that echoed the sentiments woven into his verses. Without a word, you felt a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him, your heart beating in sync with the rhythm of his love.

With a graceful movement, you shifted closer, settling into his lap, your legs on each side, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth and affection. He leaned against the side of your bed, his body molded to yours, as you leaned into him, your breath mingling in the space between you.

In the soft glow of the lamplight, time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the tender embrace of his lips, a silent symphony of passion and desire unfolding in the quiet sanctuary of the night. His touch was a gentle caress against your skin, igniting a fire that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

With each kiss, the boundaries that had once separated you melted away, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two souls bound together in a dance as old as time itself. In that moment, there were no words, no need for explanations or promises—only the silent language of love spoken in the tender brush of lips and the gentle touch of hands.

As the warmth of the moment enveloped you both, you broke the kiss, your heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. With a gentle touch, you cupped Han Jisung's face in your hands, searching his eyes for the truth that lay hidden within their depths.

"I never imagined..." Your voice trailed off, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air. For so long, you had danced around the edges of your feelings, never daring to imagine that Han Jisung could feel the same way.

But now, as you looked into his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own longing, mirrored back in the depths of his gaze. In that moment, the walls that had once separated you crumbled to dust, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two hearts laid bare.

Han Jisung's hand found yours, his touch a silent reassurance of the love that bound you together. "I never imagined either," he admitted, his voice soft with sincerity. "But from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special between us."

As the weight of your confessions lifted from your shoulders, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, unable to contain the joy that blossomed within your heart. With a soft giggle escaping your lips, you couldn't help but hide your face between Han Jisung's shoulder and neck, overcome by a rush of happiness and relief.

His laughter echoed yours, a symphony of shared joy that filled the room with its warmth. In that moment, the world seemed to shrink to the space between you, cocooned in the embrace of each other's laughter and the promise of a future filled with endless possibility.

In that sacred space, you lingered, savoring the sweetness of the moment as if it were the only thing that truly mattered. And as the world outside faded into obscurity, you knew that in each other's embrace, you had found a sanctuary—a haven where the fires of passion burned bright and the echoes of your love reverberated through the silent chambers of your hearts.

And so, you stayed, lost in the magic of the moment, cherishing the precious gift of each other's presence as if it were the rarest treasure in the universe. In the quiet stillness of the night, you found solace in the arms of Han Jisung, your souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself, bound together by the unbreakable bonds of a love that had transcended all barriers to find its way home.

Who could have imagined that on the day of your seminar, you would walk hand in hand with Han Jisung, fingers intertwined in a silent declaration of unity and affection. As you entered the classroom, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, mingling with the nervous energy that crackled beneath the surface.

Together, you stood at the front of the room, your hearts beating in unison as you prepared to give your presentation. With each passing moment, the weight of the day's events bore down upon you, but you drew strength from the depth of Han Jisung's presence by your side.

As you began to speak, your words flowed like a river, carrying the essence of your shared journey into the hearts of your audience. With every slide, every carefully crafted argument, you felt the resonance of your connection woven into the fabric of your presentation, a reflection of the bond and affinity that had blossomed between you.

And as the seminar drew to a close, you looked out at the faces of your classmates, their eyes alight with curiosity and intrigue. In that moment, you realized that this was more than just an academic exercise—it was a celebration of the depth of your connection, a testament to the power of friendship, companionship, and the courage to follow your heart's truest desires.

As you and Han Jisung took your final bow, applause rang out through the room, a chorus of affirmation and support that lifted your spirits higher than you could have ever imagined. And in the midst of it all, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, bound by the unyielding depth of your affection and shared dreams.

As the seminar concluded, your professor stepped forward, his expression one of genuine admiration and appreciation. His voice, filled with warmth and encouragement, resonated through the room, carrying the weight of his words like a beacon of affirmation.

"I must say," he began, his tone infused with genuine admiration, "that was truly an exceptional presentation. The depth of insight, the clarity of thought—it's evident that both of you have poured your hearts and souls into this project."

His words, like a gentle embrace, enveloped you both in a sense of validation and pride. You could feel the sincerity behind his praise, a testament to the impact of your dedication and hard work.

"As educators, we often talk about the importance of passion and commitment," he continued, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm, "and today, you've exemplified those qualities in abundance. Your exploration of confessional poetry was not only insightful but also deeply moving, a testament to the power of literature to touch the human soul."

With each word, you felt a swell of gratitude and pride rise within you, a recognition of the countless hours spent pouring over texts and crafting your arguments with meticulous care.

"I have no doubt that both of you have bright futures ahead," he concluded, his voice filled with conviction. "Today's presentation is a testament to your talent, your dedication, and your unwavering commitment to excellence. Congratulations on a job well done."

As the applause filled the room once more, you exchanged a knowing glance with Han Jisung, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you had embarked upon together. And in that moment, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you would always carry with you the lessons learned and the memories forged in the crucible of shared passion and determination.

As the day ebbed away, the pulsating energy of success gave way to an insatiable hunger, an undeniable craving that drew you and Han Jisung together with an irresistible force. You’ve found yourselves in his dorm room with the euphoria of triumph still coursing through your veins, you found yourselves entangled in a web of desire, each touch igniting a wildfire of passion that threatened to consume you whole.

In the dimly lit embrace of the night, the air crackled with anticipation, charged with the electricity of forbidden longing. With trembling hands and hungry hearts, you shed the layers of restraint, surrendering to the primal urge that pulsed beneath the surface.

His touch was electric, sending sparks dancing along your skin as you traced the contours of his body with a reverence reserved for sacred ground. With each caress, each whispered promise, you delved deeper into the labyrinth of desire, intoxicated by the heady scent of arousal that hung thick in the air.

In the heat of the moment, the boundaries between you blurred and faded, leaving only the raw vulnerability of two souls laid bare in the throes of ecstasy. With every kiss, every sigh, you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of passion, lost in the symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

In the poetry of your touch and the melodies of your moans, you discovered a language that transcended words, a silent communion of bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. And as the night unfurled around you like a velvet tapestry, you reveled in the knowledge that in each other's arms, you had found a home—a sanctuary where the boundaries of pleasure and pain blurred into sweet oblivion, where the mysteries of love and desire awaited exploration with every breathless whisper and trembling sigh.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Main Masterlist

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Requested ✉️

Adam Copeland/Edge

Naive (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Naive (pt 2) ~ (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Sugar baby love ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Adam Page

Backstage at All Out (18+) - Adam Page x Reader

Be Quiet For Me (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

My Secret Treasure (AU) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Noisy aren't you? (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Christian Cage

Being Replaced ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Lookin' like Class (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Relax (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Colten Gunn

Dancing in the Dark ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

What a celebration (18+) ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

Eddie Kingston

Good Feeling (18+) ✉️ - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

In My Arms - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Hook

Check Yes or No ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Jay White

Unfamiliar (18+) ✉️ - Jay White x f/Reader

Jon Moxley

Good Vibrations (18+) ✉️ - Jon Moxley x f/Reader

Kenny Omega

Yes Professor (AU) (18+) ✉️ - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Konosuke Takeshita

Cookie Suprise ✉️ - Konosuke Takeshita x f/Reader

Matt Jackson

EVP Matthew Jackson (18+)

Wardlow

I Choose You (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

The Dish & The Bruno (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

Wheeler Yuta

Surprise ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Will Ospreay

For Love & Country (AU) - Will Ospreay x f/Reader

Having it off (18+) ✉️ - Will Osprey x f/Reader

Smut Prompt List Requests ✉️

A2: Sex with clothes on (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

A3: First Time (18+) - Nick Wayne x dom!f/Reader

A8: With Toys (18+) - Julia Hart x f/Reader

A12: Phone Sex (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

B1: Talk to Me (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

B4: Overly romantic gestures (18+) - Matt Jackson x f/Reader

C2: Laughing during sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/reader

C5: Giggly sex (18+) - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

C7: Oral sex under kitchen table (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

C9: Watching porn & making fun of the scene (18+) Nick Jackson x f/Reader

C10: Distracting other person with sex (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D2: Cumplay (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D9: Spanking (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D10: Fisting (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

E2: Fetish fulfillment (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

E4: Sensory deprivation (18+) - Action Andretti x f/Reader

E13: Aftercare (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

E9: Humiliation (18+) - f/reader x the elite (bucks & kenny)

E15: Requesters Choice (18+) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F7: In a car (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

F9: Shower Sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F4: At the Movie Theatre (18+) - Daniel Garcia x Wheeler Yuta

F13 Parent's House (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

[would-they-listen-to-that]

from pokemon, could i get a professor sycamore x reader playlist? thank u! 😌

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ here you go, caller!

Weird Science - Oingo Boingo

Girls on Film - Duran Duran

Please Me - Cardi B ft. Bruno Mars

Money, Money, Money - ABBA

Love of My Life - Queen

Brand New City - Mitski

Ride - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Two Wuv - Tally Hall

Maneater - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

thanks for dialing in!

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

ROUND 2

So I’m back! Bracket time!

Reminder the time zone being used is CET

APPLE BRACKET

Aka Cartoons, Anime, and games associated with such (fire emblem and ace attorney)

Day 1 22/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

Reigen Arakata (mob psycho 100) vs Corazon (one piece), finished

Lord Garmadon (Lego ninjago) vs Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), finished

Iroh (avatar: the last airbender) vs Bob Blecher (bob’s burgers), finished

Iruka Umino (naruto) vs Darkwing Duck (darkwing Duck), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Hakoda (avatar; the last airbender) vs Ice King (adventure time), finished

Greg Universe (Steven universe, he won an extra battle because I forgot him at first) vs Splinter (teenage mutant ninja turtles), finished

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Greil (fire emblem: path or radiance), finished

Professor Kukui (Pokémon) vs Phoenix Wright (ace attorney), finished

Day 2: 24/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

David Evans (Inazuma 11) vs Loid Forger (spy x family), finished

Tim Lockwood (cloudy with a chance of meatballs) vs Oscar Proud (the proud family), finished

Shouta Aizawa (my hero academia) vs Donald Duck (ducktales), finished

Sailor Uranus (sailor moon) vs Skipper (penguins of Madagascar), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Sully (monsters ink) vs Kouhei Inuzuka (sweetness and lighting), finished

Alibert (wakfu) vs Meta Knight (Kirby), finsihed

Gru (despicable me) vs Zenkichi Hasegawa (persona), finished

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars: rebels) vs Mr Ping (kung fu panda), finished

BAPELSIN BRACKET

Aka live action media, books, and video games & graphic novels not associated with anime (so no light novels or tie ins)

Day 1: 26/4 5pm, finished

Bobby Nash (9 1 1 on fox) vs Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek, deep Space 9), finished

Subject Delta (bioshock) vs Atticus Finch (how to kill a mockingbird), finished

Paul Blofis (Percy Jackson) vs Gomez Addams (the Addams family), finished

Lee Everett (telltale’s the walking dead) vs Waymond Wang (everywhere everything all at once), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Joel Miller (the last of us) vs Calvin’s dad (Calvin and Hobbes), finished

Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb) vs Common Wubbox (my singing monsters), finished

Doc Louis (punch out!!) vs Riki (xenoblade), finished

Bob Cratchit (a Christmas carol) vs Mo Folchart (inkheart), finished

Day 2, 28/4

Part 1: 5pm

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) vs Asgore Dreemurr (undertale), finished

Dave Seville (Alvin and the chipmunks) vs Chimney Han (9 1 1), finished

Glamrock Freddy (fnaf: security breach) vs Bail Organa (Star wars) , finished

Kim Dokja (omniscient Reader’s viewpoint) vs Hal Wilkerson (Malcom in the middle), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Lee Scoresby (his dark materials) vs Dream (sandman) , finished

Thrushpelt (warrior cats) vs Barret Wallace (final fantasy 7), finished

Domingo Montoya (the princess bride) vs Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99), finished

Rupert Giles (Buffy) vs Pollination Tech 9 Smith (the sims 2: strangetown), finished

QUICK QUESTIONS

WHY THIS PAIR UP? I’m a bringer if chaos, also it was random

What time zone? CET!

How do I do propaganda? Well first you reblog with a text post, don’t put the propaganda in the tags. Or send me an ask! I will make sure to reblog it with the right tags

Hey I saw you made a mistake, what should i do? First, don’t use anon asks to correct my spelling and if I misuse slang. Just tell me directly. If it is 2 hours after a poll has launched, I will redo it immediately. But I will write down the mistakes I make and correct them later on

CODE OF CONDUCT

Previous battles

Main Rounds

ROUND 1

Second chance/dad mansion break in

ROUND 1

The only way to show how the battles (second chance) will happen cuz it’s random AN EXTRA NON DAD BATTTLE?!?!?!?!?!?

[pearlymel]

✰ RULES AND ABOUT ME

ABOUT ME:

I go by Pearl. you may call me any petnames as long as they're not weird. But my most common nickname is nana!

I'm 18, and STILL trying to graduate highschool (i repeated a school year due to traveling!).

Music taste: ariana grande, sza, odetari, sabrina carpenter, chase Atlantic, bruno mars, cigarettes after sex.

mbti is ENFP, asian, and she/her pronouns.

Ar 60 in genshin impact, Neuvillette main.

Tl 70 in honkai star rail, Blade/ratio main. Future Sunday main too

Feel free to ask more things abt me, i would love to talk to all of you :)

Oh yeah, do not interact if you support isr@el.

RULES AND REQUESTS:

requests are: open.

Please be mindful that i do write nsfw stuff, you are responsible for the things you read and it is absolutely not healthy reading inappropriate works at a young age. My sfw works can be fun to read instead :))

And don't be offended if I don't write your request, if it is not to my tastes, then i will delete the ask and move on.

If you are requesting for multiple characters, the limit is 5 characters, anymore than that then I won't write.

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

For the love and deepspace men.

For (almost) all genshin and honkai star rail characters. Btw no i do not age up any characters, but that doesn't mean i hate on the people who do, all have their preferences. (You may ask first if i can write for this ___ character)

And lastly, i write for the jujutsu kaisen men as well.

FOR SFW:

All my sfw works will be gender neutral reader, but will be specified if fem reader for some requests.

I do write all kinds of sfw works, that includes angst. I do also consider a bit of suggestiveness (like kissing, a few touches) completely fine and sfw.

FOR NSFW:

All my nsfw work will include fem reader.

Here are the list of things i won’t write: stepcest & incest, pseudo-cest, scat, dub + noncon, kidnapping, piss kink, somnophilia, bondage, ddlg, age regression, fisting, yandere, vomit, vore, race play, feet kinks, sacrilege, teacher x student (unless it's an acceptable age gap. Professor being in his 30's, reader in their 20's) period s^x, furries, anything abnormal tbh.

You may check out my masterlist here.

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The list will be updated if i missed anything. Thank you for your time. (Banner is from Pinterest.)

[most-stylish-competition]

Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

[tom-whore-dleston]

What songs inspired your fics/series?

Thank you @psychedelic-ink for the tag! Don’t mind me responding to this so late 🫣 I’ve been wanting to have a whole discourse on the music that inspired my works and now is the chance hehe 🤗 plz forgive me for making a long ass post. I’m extra as fuck so I mention EVERY piece I could think of 💀

Tagging: @mochie85 @buckets-and-trees @blackbat05 @fluffyprettykitty @ozarkthedog @tripleyeeet @mothdruid

🩵 Series 🩵

Like Real People Do (Adam Warlock x f. reader)

The Avengers’ Sweethearts (Xu Shangqi x Avengers!f. reader)

Honey Baby (sugar daddy!Simu Liu x f. reader) RIP

Teach Me Tonight (professor! Xu Shangqi x TA! f. reader) RIP pt 2

🩵 One-shots 🩵

Home is Whenever I’m With You (Joaquin Torres x f. reader)

Make You Mine (dbf!Tom Hiddleston x f. reader)

After Last Night (Xu Shangqi x f. reader)

It's My Party (Xu Shangqi x f. reader)

My Immortal (Xu Wenwu x f. reader)

now there’s no place else you could be but here in his arms (Austin Butler x f. reader)

[strigeist]

Introduction, I guess?

Hi, welcome to my blog! I've been meaning to do this for a while so I'm excited.

I write fanfiction, basically. One-shots, drabbles and headcannons. Requests are more than welcome since I struggle with getting ideas! The fandoms I will write for are:

Encanto

Five Nights At Freddy's (SB only)

Ace Attorney (I've only played up to the Mask☆DeMasque case so keep that in mind)

Identity V

The Arcana

Twilight

I will primarily focus on x readers, but I do have a few pairings I love and will also take requests for pairings.

Below the cut I will add the specific characters I write for and my rules! (I will also be highlighting my faves hehe).

Encanto

Camilo, Mirabel, Luisa, Isabela, Bruno.

FNAF SB

Monty, Freddy, Roxy, Chica, Moon, Sun, Gregory (platonic only).

Ace Attorney

Phoenix, Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Franziska, Von Karma, Will Powers, Ron DeLite, Desireé, Jake Marshall, Mia, Maya, Maximillion Glactica, Luke Atmey.

Identity V

Antonio (Violinist), Luchino (Professor/Evil Reptilian), Joseph (Photographer), Joker (Weeping Clown/Smiley Face), Jack (The Ripper), Percy (Undead), Andrew (Grave Keeper).

The Arcana

Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, the courtiers (I've heard Valdemar is aroace so theirs will always be platonic, qprs included), Lucio.

Twilight

Edward, Bella, Jacob, Carlisle, Esme, Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Aro, Seth, Charlie.

Rules

No NSFW requests.

Male or gender neutral reader inserts only! You may still interact and request things if you're fem aligned or female, though.

No teacher/student.

No pure angst. I do accept hurt/comfort though!

No themes of racism, transphobia or ableism. Yes, even if it's in hurt/comfort.

I think this is a given, but still. No adult x minor (unless it's platonic), and no incest.

This is more of a warning, but be patient with me, sometimes I write slowly or have a hard time coming up with ideas.

Keep in mind that I'm still, obviously, allowed to deny your request. I will usually explain why and will not be mad if you do request something I refuse, so don't take it to heart!

This also isn't a rule, but you may just ask things through the asks, even if they aren't fanfic-related. I don't see why anyone would do that, but I don't mind!

Last warning: English isn't my first language, so sometimes my wording can be a bit odd or just plain wrong, I apologize in advance and feel free to point the mistakes out.

If you want to request, specify the gender of the reader (or the pairing you want) and whether you want a one-shot, drabble or headcannon.

That's all, thank you for reading <3.

[rosellacwrites]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Reader Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Oral Sex, World Travel, Age Difference, Body Worship, Fluff and Smut, Family Drama Series: Part 3 of Professor!Bruno AU Summary:

You’re about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime with your new love, Professor Bruno Madrigal. But when the vacation is over, will you be able to navigate the real world together?

[rosellacwrites]

A woman travels home with her boyfriend to spend Christmas with his family. His mom’s being kind of a bitch about it.

Writers!! Describe your current WIP(s) in the most boring way possible. I want to see this skdjfkdfhk

[lnter-net]

Caught on Mirabel’s phone 📸📸🤳

@rosellacwrites ‘s Prof Bruno cuddling up with Reader all night in the family hammock LOL 💓 (I love this scene in LTR,,.,.. Mainly because of Julieta and Alma's interaction HAHAHA)

[fanfixforfanfics]

Pokémon Boyfriend Scenarios |Kanto| 1 - First Meeting

This version includes Red, Blue, Brock, Lt. Surge, Koga, Bruno, Lance, Professor Oak, Bill, James, and Giovanni. A separate one will, of course, be made for the girls, and the same for each region! Requests are open, but ask or check first! They may be planned or included in a different book! I will add the links of the other Pokémon scenarios to the bottom once they are finished! If you see someone that isn’t in the lineup that you’d like to be added, feel free to contact me!

Word Count: 7,320

Characters: Reader, Red, Blue, Brock, Lt. Surge, Koga, Bruno, Lance, Professor Oak, Bill, James, and Giovanni.

Pokémon Scenarios Masterlist

Red

You held the thin scarf close to your frame. Your numbed legs labored to push you through the snow. You stopped to survey the area. No matter how much you tried, all you could see through the snow gathered on your lashes were the bleak greys and whites of the mountain peak. You waddled on, but soon found yourself exhausted by the terrain. Using the side of your boot, you attempted to sweep away a mound of snow to no avail. You grew more impatient by the minute, until you began thrashing in the snow to relieve your temper.

Why would I think that a legendary trainer lived on Mount Silver? And why did I think I was anyone to challenge him?

You lost your breath soon after, and a swollen emptiness took the place of the fire. You bit the inside of your cheek and found yourself on the verge of tears. You took one final kick at a bluff, and your feet came out from under you. The ungodly cold of the ice and snow seeped into your bones as you slid down the mountain.

You had succumbed to snow blindness a while ago, but with all in view being white, you found yourself unable to focus on anything. You struggled in the grip of the powder snow, its lack of solidity making it difficult to move. You felt yourself continuing to slide down, although at a slugma’s pace now. Apathetic in your search, you groped around for something, anything stable. Rage rose up once again, and you began shouting at the top of your lungs as you writhed in the snow, knowing the futility in it.

Despite the stillness of the mountain, your shouts didn’t go unnoticed. Nearby, your cries echoed through a walkway as a trainer strode through. He stopped to listen for a moment and heard you once more. He ran down the sloped entrance and stopped at the mouth. People hadn’t been this high in the mountain in so long, and he couldn’t believe that someone else was finally able to scale it!

“Where are you?” He couldn’t see anything that had disturbed the snow, save for a couple of light bird pokémon tracks by a berry bush.

The strong and mellow voice of a young man rang in your ears, subduing you for a moment until you had the wits about you to answer.

“Here!” You could not, for the love of arceus, think of any reason why someone would be on this mountain— unless! Hurried footsteps crushed the harder snow on the pathway and halted where you could only assume was a vantage point above.

“Do you need help?”

You tried to move to see who had come to your aid, but in that time, he had already skidded down the slope to you. He went to work digging you out of the bluff.

“You got in real deep, huh?” He beamed at you, and your eyes focused enough to sort out some details of the young man’s appearance. His eyes were of a vibrant amber brown, and his cheeks and lips seemed stained red by the mountain winds. It went without saying who this was now, but you had always heard about how tempered and serious Red was. You always imagined him as strong and stern, back to the wind, and without a care in the world.

Red dusted the last of the snow from your clothes and helped lift your bottom half out of the frozen cask. He didn’t hesitate in handing his vest over to you and assured it would keep you warm, even without the aid of sleeves. He helped you keep steady while climbing up the slope and lead you back through his tracks. Once you reached a wide ledge, he pointed you towards the mouth of a small cave.

After a sharp bend in the beginning, holiday lights strung along the walls provided light for the path. Heat oozed from the stone walls, and with the sudden temperature change paired with the strangely warm vest, it all became too much. You slid it off your shoulders, and let it hang on your arm before handing it back to Red.

“Thanks.” He acknowledged you with a nod, and the soft lighting gave just enough to see his cheeks move with his smile. He stopped in the path without warning, and you nearly bumped into him.

“Watch your step here.” He put his foot on a ledge and braced himself as he pulled open a thick door. As it gave, a wave of warm air washed over you, not unlike the feeling of opening an oven. He guided you into his home and led you to the couch. You sunk onto it and gave into its soft touch. When you looked up, Red had already seated himself in a recliner across the room.

“You can call me (Y/n), by the way.” Red tested the name on his lips for a moment.

“Nice name.”

You fumbled with your words until you could piece together something like, “Thanks, I got it for my birthday,” or, “I picked it out myself,” or maybe a mix of the two?

Either way, he laughed, and the fire behind him illuminated a wide, child-like grin. It seemed that Kanto’s ex-champion wasn’t that serious after all; or at least, he wasn’t serious about anything that didn’t involve pokémon.

❤️

Blue

When you signed up for a community service program, you expected a small, boring project to go towards your scholarship; yet here you are, on your way to Pallet Town for the next six months. You swung your luggage backwards to knock on the door of Professor Oak’s lab, but ended up slamming the other half of your bags against the door. You shifted your bags again just in time to hit whoever had opened the door for you.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

The guy rubbed his leg and groaned. “What’re you packing, rocks?” His gaze lifted to make eye contact, and confusion swept over him. He leaned against the doorway, half blocking the entrance. “Who are you?”

A voice called out from behind him. “Blue? Is that my volunteer?”

Blue looked you up and down, then let his gaze linger on your face. You could do little more than smile at him, with the stress of the past few days shining through. You decided to speak up on behalf of yourself.

“Yes sir, that would be me.” Tentatively, you edged your foot into the doorway, hoping for Blue to give way. He didn’t step aside but took your bags and remained in place.

“I think you’re forgetting something.” He smirked and reinforced his position in the doorway. “What’s the magic word?”

“Uh… excuse me?”

He rubbed his chin and exaggerated a thoughtful expression. “Isn’t that more of a phrase?”

Professor Oak called out once more. “Blue, will you please let them in?”

Blue stepped aside. “The word was lotion, but I’ll still let you through.” He winked, and lightly hip-checked you as you passed. You giggled nervously, unsure of what to think.

He’s cute, but he’s also really, really, ridiculously annoying.

You could feel your cheeks heating up, thanks to mild frustration, though Blue took it to mean something else.

The lab smelled sterile, much like a doctor’s office. All of Kanto’s cutting-edge technology hummed and whirred in harmony under one roof. Several assistants were scattered about the lab, some working together, while others worked alone. You had no clue what any of the machines did, but you didn’t need to worry about it—you’d more or less be an intern for six months while you live in Pallet Town, housed by Professor Oak and his family, and then his lab would pay for your next four semesters of study! It all seemed too good to be true.

For the remaining office hours, you tried to keep composed and follow the professor’s requests, but as exposure to Blue increased, you could feel your brain cells wither up and die. As you thought you reached your breaking point, Professor Oak called out to him.

“Blue? Didn’t you say you needed to get going a couple of hours ago?” Blue, who had been sitting on your table for what seemed like an eternity, made a show of leaping off and checking his phone, jostling your workspace in the progress.

“Huh. Yeah, I guess so. See ya Gramps.” You held your breath as Blue left and sighed in relief after the door closed. Serenity seeped through your veins, you now knew peace.

“Oh, and (Y/n), why don’t you pack up and follow him? He’ll show you which room is yours.”

And now it’s gone, gone forever. No problem! You attempted to smile but made a face more akin to the world’s most stressed-out hoppip.

While following Blue, you stayed far enough behind to avoid conversation, and refused to look at him. Suddenly, you remembered—

“My bags! I forgot—”

“Um, hey? I’ve got ‘em, slowpoke.” He laughed lightly. Not that obnoxious laugh you had heard all day, tossing his head back and cackling as if making sure everyone knew of his presence, but genuine. The tinkling metallic sound of your zippers being jostled by his shaking of the luggage sounded like bells in the moment, despite how cliché it seems.

A hand waved in front of your face. “Hey? I get working with Gramps is stressful, but this bad on the first day?”

“Huh? No! No, I’m… you know?”

Blue cocked his head. “Maybe? Whatever it is, we can fix it in there. I mean, our house is literally ten steps away.” A little home with a blue roof seemed to beckon you in, while the sun spilled the last bit of daylight over the front and leaving all behind it awash in a blue daydream. “And I’ve kinda been waiting on you to get the door for me. No rush, no rush.”

“Oh, yeah! I’m sorry!” You rushed a step or two past him and stopped at the door.

“Don’t know what you’re sorry for, I think your little space-out session was called for. You didn’t look up once all day! Not even with all I did to try and make you laugh!”

Maybe… maybe you’ve misjudged this guy? With your right hand on the door handle, you turned to get a quick look at him, then pushed the door in. You heard him gasp behind you, startling you in the process. You stood in the doorway, now on guard.

“That’s what I’ve been wanting all day! A real smile!” He laughed at his own joke and seemed to enjoy causing you a quick moment of panic as well. You leaned against the door, propping it open, and kept from looking as he passed. You felt your cheeks burning. Did you even smile? You certainly didn’t do it consciously. Your head snapped up as he addressed you.

“Anyway, I’ll drop your stuff in front of the guest room door. Right beside mine. Lucky you!”

Arceus. It really was too good to be true. Could you deal with this for half a year? You didn’t know. While unpacking, you couldn’t help but notice the door connecting the two rooms. You immediately locked your side and laid down on the bed, not bothering to slide yourself under the periwinkle checkered comforter, and fell soundly asleep.

❤️

Brock

A chilly breeze hit you as you walked past the pond that sits before Mount Moon. The cold draft that runs down the mountain side is all that ever disturbed the serene surface. The newly formed dew of the night left a dark trail as you walked through the grass. The stars reflected in the small puddles stared up at you as you avoid stepping in them. The empty bag on your back bounced with your every movement, light and ready to be filled. You shuffled along, combing the ground for anything of use: fossils, rare stones, dropped items, all things regularly found on such trips.

Flick… tap tap... flick flick… tap…flick!

The yellow light flushed out the dark in front of you and made the damp cave floor shine. A quick scan back and forth with the flashlight confirmed you were alone, as usual. You inched along the slick floor, avoiding diglett holes and geodude fingers. Dropped items, varying from litter to a single, small pearl, likely produced by a passing trainer’s pokémon, were all placed in your bag, either to be used or disposed of properly. Mount Moon was basically your backyard, after all— a definite perk of living in the outskirts of Pewter City. Generally, during the day, you helped trainers who passed by, either by letting them rest, or sharing some of the items you’ve found on your trips that you have far too many to ever run out.

At night, however, you loved skimming the cave, even if all you found was trash. Mount Moon always had a cool comfort to it, reminding you that you’re alone in the gentlest of ways. So tenderly did the walls whisper back every sound you made, with the light babble of dripping, barely running water behind it.

Just around the corner, you noticed someone’s shoe. Though it was a funny thought, seeing someone sock-footed trying to navigate the cave, it seemed too gross to leave behind. You tried to pick it up, only to feel resistance.

“Huh?”

You jumped when you heard the voice, followed by embarrassment. You just tried to yank some guy’s shoe off!

“Oh!” You jumped backward, and accidentally tossed your flashlight aside. Upon hitting the ground, you heard the batteries jiggle in their place and roll into the perfect position to illuminate your shoe-napping victim… Pewter’s gym leader, Brock?! A regional celebrity!

“I am sooo, so so sorry, Mr. Harrison, I thought— you were— I was—“

“Hey, hey, it’s fine.” He reached for your flashlight, and switched it off before handing it to you. “No harm done. And you can just call me Brock.

Arceus, you had to be dreaming. You could feel yourself waking up now, yes!

And then you hit the floor.

You actually woke up inside Pewter’s gym with Brock at your side, excited to see you conscious. Your head was propped up on his over-shirt, leaving him in a black, fitted t-shirt. Goosebumps coated both of your arms and legs from the night’s chill. It must be much later than when you left your house.

“Are you okay? It seems like you ran your blood pressure high, or something like that at least. Either way, you just kind of...” he motioned at you, trying to find the word. “...Collapsed?”

You propped yourself up with your elbows, and looked around. You never really visited Pewter City for anything but groceries. The gym looked like a man-made cave from the inside. As your eyes wandered, you felt him place his hand on your forehead, making you all too aware of the burning in your cheeks.

“Your face is still really warm.”

You pulled slightly from his hand. “I swear I’m okay! I’m just really...”

“Tired?” Not what you were going to say, but it was easier to agree.

“Let me walk you home, at least. Or you could stay with me, if you’re not sure you can make it.”

You’d always heard about how much of a flirt this Brock was, but he hadn’t attempted anything so far— unless his plan was to lure you into a false sense of security! Then again, who would want the person who tried to steal your shoe and immediately fainted? After all, a walk all the way from the west side of the city to your home sounded exhausting.

His smile was soft and reassuring as you explained that you lived outside the city. He brought you to his home, just north of the gym, and gave up his bed for you, while he slept on the couch. You slept so hard, you didn’t even realize you’d slept— you simply turned over and saw daylight, and noticed the clock that proved you had slept for roughly 12 hours. 12 hours!?

As you crept downstairs, you couldn’t help but notice the smell of something divine. Just around the corner, Brock was plating the breakfast he made for both of you to share. He yawned, drawing a bit of teariness to his eyes.

“Ah, I was just about to check on you. Hungry?” After eating, he insisted on walking you home, just in case something happened along the way.

“But what about the gym?”

“It can wait. I’d much prefer knowing that you’re safe.”

If this is flirting, it’s definitely better than any of the lines you’ve heard before.

❤️

Lt. Surge

To (Y/n) (L/n)

From Vermilion Public Schools

We do our best to provide all of our children with positive role models, and you're one we’d love to have speak at our assembly on Thursday! We want you to tell a story about the time you faced the elite four— let us know soon!

G. Ghert

Principal

Wow! You’ve never thought of yourself as a role model, much less a good one! Though, as far as those settled in Vermilion, only you and the gym leader had made attempts at the title of champion.

After some consideration, you decided it’d be nice to go. You could let kids know their dreams are attainable, ease their fears, and possibly see someone you’ve had your eye on for quite a while— since you challenged him, to be precise— Lieutenant Matis Surge, the lightning Unovan!

When Thursday came, you dressed as nicely as you could (within reason, of course), and made the short walk to the school. You arrived early so that you would have time to get used to the surroundings and calm down. The auditorium was cool while empty, aside from the stage whose lights could bring anyone to a schvitz. Soon though, all the students would pile in and heat up the area.

You were alone for a while, you weren’t sure how long. After the loudspeaker called for everyone to report to the auditorium, you hurried backstage and arrived just in time to not be trampled— but just in time for you to run headlong into someone. You shook your head and stepped back, and immediately wished for the earth beneath you to swallow you whole.

“Oh hey! Sorry!”

He laughed, a sweet yet hearty sound from his chest, clapped his hand on your back and said, “Don’t worry about it!” He’d forgone his gym attire, and dressed rather nicely: a green tartan shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a plain black tie, which suited him.

You were called on stage to stand behind the principle throughout his introduction, but you couldn’t focus. He was so close to you! You stood at attention and stared forwards at the crowd. You felt your cheeks burning from a combination of heat, embarrassment, and somewhat amorous thoughts.

You did your best to keep from looking over at Lieutenant Surge until he was at the podium, though you could only see behind him. As he took the stage, the energy of the room shifted with his personality.

Out of nowhere, Raichu dropped from the ceiling and illuminated the room with a thunderbolt! Kids of all ages were entranced by the display, and the resulting static had everyone’s hair standing on end. Raichu waddled behind him, where he crouched behind the podium to rub behind her ear and whisper, “Good girl,” which she answered with a, “Rai!” He kissed her forehead, then stood up and faced the crowd.

His tale of facing the elite four was, for lack of a better word, electrifying! He assured the kids that the pokémon they heard about and saw today weren’t the team he uses for gym battles. After a short farewell, he handed the stage off to you, more or less switching spots. You didn’t even have flash cards to keep on topic!

“Well… I, like Lieutenant Surge— err, like he did! I also faced the elite four, and beat the champion, too.” Great start, pidgey-brain. “Although, I didn’t want a position in the league, not even as a gym leader! I still have room to improve as a trainer, and I don’t deserve a spot yet. But that doesn’t mean you should do what I did!”

The rest of a speech was a panicked blur in your mind— how could you say that! Your own body betrayed you! You received a nice applause at the end, and could see a few starry-eyed kids dreaming of their own league story. At least it doesn’t require much skill to please a child through stories. As you stepped outside, you were suddenly aware of a hand on your shoulder.

“You did great out there! You’ve got more guts than I guessed.” He beamed, sky blue eyes twinkling as he looked at you. His sunglasses were in his hand, and he fidgeted with them idly— open, close, open, close. “We should definitely hang out sometime!”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“See you around, (Y/n).” He left with that, but his raichu nuzzled the side of your thigh, then trotted off behind her trainer.

What was all that about? You had no clue, but you weren’t complaining! You looked forward to your next meeting with Matis, the former commanding officer. You had no clue how long it’d take, but you hoped for it to be sooner rather than later.

❤️

Koga

The last thing you remembered was a sneezing fit, and then hitting the ground. You woke up at some point later, though you had no clue when or where. All you knew was you heard frantic footsteps all through the house. The footsteps drew nearer, until you locked eyes with who had been pacing about: your town’s gym leader, Koga. He rushed over to you and began speaking to you in a softer tone than you could ever imagine coming from such a man.

“Do you feel sick? Are you okay?” He flashed a light in your eyes, making you blink and recoil.

“I’m just… really tired.” You yawned, and leaned back on the couch. He pulled you back up.

“No! You inhaled sleep powder while I was training. You need to drink this.” Sluggish, you took the drink, and started to sip on it. It tasted like a fruity ginger ale. Slowly, you could feel yourself perking up. “We’re lucky that berries have an affect on humans too.” He pulled a lum berry from his pocket, and twisted it around for you to see. “It just takes more. Think fast!”

He chucked something small and hard at you which you struggled to catch in your groggy state. A chesto berry! “A mix of those two berries just saved you from a potential coma.”

You quietly said, “Thank you Koga… thanks berries...” You felt yourself nodding off, only to be shaken awake once more.

“You can’t sleep for four hours minimum. To make sure you stay awake, I’ll be keeping you here. I hope you don’t mind, but it’s for your safety.”

You yawned. “I don’t mind.” You went to lean back, and Koga quickly shoved pillows behind you to keep you from doing so.

“Don’t even lie back, it’ll be too tempting.” You frowned, but agreed. You didn’t particularly feel like going into a coma today, especially not at this man’s expense.

You passed the hours by talking, and you actually learned quite a bit about him! He makes his own potions and antidotes at home, and while he does have a soft spot for poison types, he really loves all pokémon. You hoped you remembered the encounter through your foggy state. There was no doubt, Koga was an interesting person.

Upon the fourth hour, he helped you to stand up, and asked where you lived. Although you promised that you were fine, he insisted that he made sure you got home safe. “If you were hurt from the mistake I made, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

As you walked home, you nearly grabbed his hand, but thought better of it. You really hoped he didn’t notice. When you reached your door, he reached into his pocket and handed you a piece of paper.

“Call if you need me again.” With that he left, the light chainmail under his clothes silent with his precise steps. You hoped you could meet again under better pretenses.

❤️

Bruno

Saffron Rejoices as Bruno Returns from Indigo Plateau to Celebrate Anniversary!

The headline was everywhere! You remembered that even while you went to school with Bruno you admired his determination, his grit, him. You were so excited to see him after all these years, even if you never really met him. On the day of his arrival, you were at the front of the line around the magnet train station. After some time, the train parked at the station, and a hush fell over the crowd. Bruno emerged, and a bloom of noise erupted from the area.

He grinned and waved at the onlookers, and while he was distracted by the crowd, he happened to step on your foot. Now, Bruno wasn’t a small man: he towered over nearly everyone he met, and he was made of pure muscle. You yelped in pain, causing him to look over.

“Oh, my bad.” He seemed to think for a moment. “You look like someone I went to school with.”

Though doubled over, you looked up at him and replied, “That’s because I did.”

“(Y/n)? Haven’t seen you in a bit! Come on, you’re gonna show me what’s changed!” He grinned at you, and took you to his side. You had never talked to him, aside from the occasional “Do you have a pencil?” Now, he’s invited you to see the town with him! You limped for a couple of paces, and then he noticed and stopped.

“I really got you, huh? Just a second.” Bruno picked you up and held you like you were nothing. Reporter’s flashing cameras blinded you, and you instinctively hid your face in his chest. Luckily for you, he had changed out of his usual garb for the Elite Four, opting for normal clothes instead.

“What are you doing?” You looked up from his arms, and he smiled down on you.

“Carrying you? I thought that was obvious.” He laughed, and you felt the hearty reverberations in his chest. It was oddly calming. Bruno smelled of a nice cologne with a sweet hint of energy drink. Had you known he was this friendly, you may have approached him earlier, or perhaps put your foot in his path. No matter, you were having a good time here and now with him. You told him how things had changed in the city since he left. He seemed happy enough to have you as his guide. He even insisted on taking you out to eat afterwards!

This is basically a date.

That thought ran through your head dozens of times, though you wouldn’t dare to say it out loud. He’d at least let you walk on your own as soon as you could. A week after the event, your face was plastered on every tabloid magazine being held by Bruno, suggesting you were some sort of mystery lover who’s now been found.

❤️

Lance

As a skilled trainer and breeder, competitive trainers are your typical customers. With your help, an average trainer can become an ace trainer in no time. Most of your clientele are recommended to you by past customers, so it’s not uncommon for visitors to show up on your doorstep. Today was different, though.

Three short knocks were laid upon your door. On the other side stood Lance, the champion of the Indigo Plateau, awaiting your assistance. When you saw him, you had a moment of doubt; he, however, explained that he had been recommended to you in the resulting silence.

“Of course, come in, come in!” You had no clue what to do. “I’ll get you some… food? Drinks?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine, thank you. I’m only here to discuss business. It shouldn’t take too much of your time.” He chuckled and smiled, relieving some of the pressure in the room. You took a seat across from him, and fidgeted with your shirt. You weren’t expecting company, so you were speaking to the champion in your pajamas.

“So, I’ve noticed that the majority of trainers who have successfully made it to my chamber have had at least one pokémon raised by you. Now, I’d like one too. I’d like to discover your secret.”

One of your latest commissions, a pachirisu, darts up to you and jumps in your lap to nuzzle you, creating static that made your hair stand on end. “It’s just...” you trailed off as you patted the EleSquirrel pokémon, “Love? I have lots of it to give!” You chuckled to yourself as Pachirisu rubbed her face against your hand. She took a quick look at Lance, then jumped over to give him a greeting.

“It certainly seems so.” A smile ghosted his lips as he rubbed his thumb over her ears.

“I definitely have some to spare for you.” You grinned, then corrected yourself. “Well, to raise a pokémon for you, not to love you you— Which isn’t to say you’re unlovable! It’s just—

You stopped as you heard Lance laugh, a rather sweet sound.  “It’s alright, I understand.” His eyes smiled from his cheeks, and an entertained look graced his face. “I don’t plan on commissioning you to love me. Just raise a dragon type of your choice. Does that sound fair?”  You nodded and shook hands with him, his chocolate eyes drew you in, while golden flecks shone in them as he beamed at you.

Pachirisu leaped off just before Lance stood up, and her static caused his cape to cling to him. In a fluid motion, he tossed the cape back and freed it while walking to the door. “I’ll be waiting, (Y/n).” Alone now, all you could think about was him.

What dragon type should you raise? One he’s had, or something new? Would it be good enough for him? What if he hates what you chose?

You fell asleep on the couch, Pachirisu on your stomach, and dreamed of who you were thinking of last… Lance.

❤️

Professor Oak

You always enjoyed trips outside of your region, but this one was particularly exciting: Kanto. With everything packed and ready for six months in another region, you were overjoyed! Of course, this wasn’t a vacation, it was a business trip. The moment you were off the tarmac in Saffron City, you were ready to start studying.

You can’t help but to return the smile. “The same goes for you, Professor.” He chuckled to himself.

You wandered around the airport for some time until you noticed an older man trying to flag you down. You trotted over, doing your best to avoid the traffic. As you reached him, he smiled and extended his hand.

“You must be Professor (Y/n)! I’m Professor Oak. It’s fantastic to finally meet you!”

After a bit of driving, you were at the place you’d call home for the next six months, Pallet Town. It was a quiet neighborhood with not much of note aside from the lab, which is just south of Professor Oak’s house.

“You’re a professor too, aren’t you?”

You laughed nervously. “Well, yes. I guess I’m nervous.”

“It’s alright, you may call me Oak if you’d like.”

“There are two guest rooms in my house, one beside my grandson’s room, and one beside mine. Feel free to choose either.” You had no clue what his grandson was like, so you went the safest route and chose the room beside of Oak’s. He didn’t seem to mind. After dropping off most of your luggage, it was off to the lab to begin your work together.

“It’s evening all ready? I was hoping to get more done. It’s time to go home now, isn’t it?” You and the professor then failed to leave the lab, and instead fell asleep while discussing pokémon.

“So you’ve encountered all three legendary beasts and birds, as well as Latios and Latias? That’s fantastic!” As you regaled him with the tales from your region, he grew more and more interested. “Have you encountered any others?”

“I’ve encountered nearly every legendary ranked pokémon species since the addition of Sinnoh’s wildlife to the Pokédex, as well as finding an egg from the mythical pokémon manaphy.” He finished writing down his notes, and glanced at the clock.

❤️

Bill

“Arceus! Just work!” You slammed the AC adapter for your at-home Pokémon Transfer Unit down in frustration. The small cube, unassuming in nature, was the source of all of this week’s problems. Supposedly, it could transfer pokémon to and from anywhere in a flash! However, yours wouldn’t even turn on.

You had recently moved to Cerulean City from another region. Just before you left, by the plane’s tarmac, you met a man selling these. Perhaps it was a mistake.

You slipped the offending cube into a pocket in your bag where it would be easy to reach— you had just heard that whoever developed the CPU system lived a short distance away— with a plan in mind.

You marched through town, ready for an answer. You avoided hoards of trainers, explaining that you didn’t have any pokémon. As you caught sight of the little seaside cottage, a rage unknown by mankind was stoked within you. You sprinted for the last stretch, and laid three curt knocks out on the door.

“One second please! Sorry!” A small growl made its way up your throat. After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal a stressed-out young man.

“All right, how’d you get outside, you little—“ as a streak of brown fur ran by, both of you leaped to catch it— and proceeded to knock your heads together. While the man was forced to his knees on impact, you were knocked on your rear. The escapee, pleased by the chaos she had caused, sauntered back over and settled herself in your lap with a baby-doll eyed stare and an inquisitive “Vee?”

Well, you weren’t upset anymore! The eevee tickled your nose with her tail as she looked up at the man, both of you notably calmed down. She looked back at you once more, and your eyes shifted from her brown eyes, to the brown eyes of the man who was stooped to his knees in front of you.

“Hey, my name’s Bill! Pleased to meet ya!” He took your hand in a firm handshake with a warm smile. You couldn’t lie, you expected a decrepit 60-some year-old, but Bill couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. You murmured your name, completely taken aback by his appearance.

You felt a good bit of weight lifted from your lap— although Eevee’s claws tried to find a grip in your clothes, Bill pulled her away without incident. “And this spoiled little thing is my Eevee.” She huffed, seemingly upset to have been away taken from her cozy spot on your lap.

Bill’s head snapped up. “Wait! Are you okay? Come inside!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet, then shut the door behind you. “That was a nasty bump— I know, I was there!”

Inside the cottage was much cooler than expected, and you felt the hair on your arms stand up in response. Bill noticed, and tossed you a blanket from the couch.

“Good reaction time, I think you’re okay.” He collapsed on the couch with a deep sigh. “I was worried.” His chest rose and fell from under his lavender button-up, and his hands rested on his knees. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was full and curly. You took small steps towards him, not wanting to step on Eevee as she weaved through your legs.

“Bill?” Immediately, his eyes met yours. “I had a question about this...” You trailed off as you dug in your bag and produced the cube.

“What?! This is an old prototype of mine! Never got it to work, though. Where’d you find it?”

You explained the source of the prototype, or at least, your version of it. Meanwhile, Bill remained quiet and attentive.

“I guess a blueprint got leaked, or something. It’s fine though! I’ll have the transfer of your pokémon expedited by a few days by doing it in my lab. If I could have your number, I can call you once I’ve got the software set up. I’ve needed to do that for months, but I’ve been putting it off. You’ll be my test subject!”

After exchanging numbers, you left for home with the hope of getting to see Bill soon— and the secret hope it won’t be the last of your encounters. Perhaps buying that prototype wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

❤️

James

Traveling, though exciting, can lead to hardship. What’s important is not giving up!

At least, that’s what you had to keep reminding yourself. Just before sundown, in the middle of the woods, a wild Beedrill swarm decided that they liked your tent so much, that they would rip it to shreds to chew it up and paste their nest together. Shortly after, it began raining so hard that you could barely see. You stumbled through the wilderness, avoiding the pulverizing rainfall where you could.

After the rain stopped and some time trying to find the main path, you reached a clearing, closed off by a fence with an intricately filigreed “M” on the gate. A grown-up courtyard, freshly misted by the rain, lay on the other side. Beyond the brush, still breathtaking in its chaos, was a mansion, presumably uninhabited. All that was between you and shelter was the fence. Although not too tall, it was slick and intimidating; however, you had had enough of today.

You took the extra fabric from the tent that you brought with you, and wiped down the slippery rails. Now that the metal was somewhat drier, climbing over seemed an attainable goal. With your feet hooked between the bars and your hands as high as you could reach, you began the ascent. You jumped up and grabbed the highest bar, then used your feet to inch up. You continued the cycle of pulling yourself up and inching with your other half until you reached the top.

Trespassing! It kind of put you on edge. You balanced at the top of the rail of the fence in a squatted position with your back to the woods, contemplating how to get down. You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard approaching footsteps. In a panic, you leaped down, and landed— not on your feet, and definitely not in a graceful manner.

Murmured conversation. The gate creaked as it swung open. It was open the whole time?

Someone gently flipped you on your back, relieving the stress on your legs. Satin gloves rubbed over your cheeks, and prompted you to open your eyes, no matter how much you wanted to keep them closed. A tear rolled down as you did, and your gaze was met with eyes like cut emeralds, entrancing you.

“You’re supposed to check on them, not make out with them! Scootch!” He was hip-checked by a woman with pink hair, who began feeling up and down your legs.

“It’s just a sprain, I think. Otherwise, you’d be crying more.”

You explained your trouble with your tent and the beedrill. The meowth accompanying the two spoke up, startling you, but you tried your best to hide it.

“Yeah, beedrill are total jerks. They just love showing off their agility by terrorizing whoever crosses their path!” You nodded, eyes wide.

The meowth spoke again. “What, meowth got your tongue? Ha!”

The girl with sweeping magenta hair spoke next. “Oh, shush. I’m Jessie, and that’s Meowth.

Finally, the man with hair like lavender brushing over his shoulders introduced himself. “And I’m James. This is— was my parents home.” Your brows furrowed.

“Was?”

“Oh, they didn’t like the location and had a new one built. It’s about what you could expect for them. You can stay the night with us, though.”

Meowth jumped up, placing his paws on his hips and asked, “Hey, who says you get to make these choices?”

Tonight would be interesting.

Jessie and James helped you inside and sat you down on the couch, still plush. The three all lit candles, and finished by starting up the fireplace. Once cozy, each of you shared stories of your journeys until you fell asleep together.

The following morning, you all split paths, though Team Rocket would linger in your mind much longer.

❤️

Giovanni

Lately, there has been one constant in your life: fliers. Fliers, coating your door, the hallways of your apartment, and the alleys and lamp posts of downtown. With each batch of new posters, the number changed again and again. Something wasn’t right about it.

Celadon Game Corner. You did live in downtown Celadon, but to go all the way to the west side of town to deal with this? That’s letting the fliers win. Instead, you waited and called the newest number as soon as it was out.

Your foot tapped impatiently, intensifying with each ring. On the fifth ring, a girl picked up.

“Thanks for calling Celadon Game Corner, come visit us sometime! What are you calling us for tonight?”

“Um, yeah, I have fliers posted to my door like, everyday? So if you all could quit—“

“Just one minute! Let me get my manager.” After what felt like an eternity, a man picked up.

“So, you’d like us to stop putting fliers on your door?”

“Yes please, I’d—“

“It’s done, just let me see where you live. That way, I’ll know for sure to keep fliers away from there.”

You didn’t think it’d be so easy! You gave him your address, and he promised to visit tomorrow. Upon his arrival, you heard three short knocks, followed by a “(Y/n)?” You hurried to the door, still in your pajamas, since you didn’t expect him so early.

“Mr. D’Iagnazio! I’m sorry, I—“

“No apologies needed, I should have given you a time. Call me Giovanni, it’s easier.”

“Well, Mr. Giovanni,” he let out a small laugh at the addition of the title Mr. to his last name, and you privately enjoyed the sound, “this is my...” you gestured around yourself, “...living space.” Another laugh, along with a grin. “Do you want anything else?”

He made a thoughtful noise, and tore a piece of paper from something in his pocket. He used the wall to hold it flat as he wrote, and he placed it in your hand. You weren’t sure if it was your imagination or not, but it felt like his fingers lingered on yours— it was probably your imagination. Either way, your cheeks were heated with the thought of it. Your eyes flickered to his eyes, then to his hand, and then back to his eyes.

“Take this, and call me if you need anything.”

Anything. That word bounced around your mind for the rest of the day. Anything. Anything. Anything.

What counted as anything? Did he mean it? Are you reading too much into this? You had no clue. You left the paper on your bedside table, with the handwriting face-down. There was printed text, but you could hardly make sense of it

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Ah, wasn’t your business anyway. You had many more problems— but fliers ain’t one.

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3