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neptunemagia · 2 years ago
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jessicaowo1 · 4 years ago
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Oikawa Cheating
Pairings: Oikawa x Reader, Kuroo x Reader
Warning: Fluff to Angst to Fluff, First Person Point of View of Reader, Cheating
Word Count: 804
Authors Note: I know I said Oikawa would never cheat but, this one is really old and I wanted to share sorry.
My ordeal started six months ago. When I became friends with the famous Oikawa Tooru. He was in my English class and asked to borrow a pencil. How corny! He started to make it a habit to talk to me regularly. I wasn’t a rude person so I tried to talk to him. Soon enough we turned from acquaintances to friends. 
Then he asked me out, he was very sympathetic about it. Dating him was ok, he was sweet. But, he treated me like a secret as if he didn’t want people to know that we were dating. We never went out for dates, we just hang out at my house. He would do a movie night and we would just order pizza. He wasn’t one for public display of affection, he wouldn’t hold my hand in public or tell people I was significant other. He would always say it was just protecting me from the fangirls. He also wasn’t one for pictures, nothing on date nights or weird selfies. He said he was uncomfortable about them and always asked to delete them. If I didn’t he would snatch my phone. 
Three months into dating him, he started to get distant. He would stop hanging out with me and, even stopped talking to me. I was very confused as to why. A week before our three-month anniversary a rumor was spreading around that he was seen holding hands with an underclassman, I honestly didn’t want to believe the rumors but, I saw it to my horror. He was kissing her on the staircase. I saw it and wanted to cry. I was a pawn in his game, he just probably wanted test answers or something.
That night, I texted him if he could come over to talk. He said he was busy. I asked if I could call him after his volleyball practice. He said no. That’s when I snapped. I was never one to break something off over text but, if he wouldn’t give me the time of day, I wasn’t going to waste my efforts on him. I broke up with him, expressing the red flags and what I saw. I never mentioned the kiss I saw but the hand holding instead. I told him I was done. As soon as I hit send, I blocked him.
He never made an effort to talk to me after that. He introduced the girl as his girlfriend and occasionally I saw him kissing her in school. I felt sick to my stomach. I was just a pawn. Honestly, it was good to get rid of him in the long run. He brought out my deepest insecurities and broke my self-esteem. He never did it intentionally but, I always doubted why he chose me versus his other fangirls. His flirting with others didn’t help either. I got rid of a weed that held me back. 
Two months after the breakup, I was dragged to a party my friend was invited to. Of course, Oikawa was there but, my friend said just to ignore him. I tried, I really did but, everywhere I went I saw him. Accidentally in fear, I bumped into Kageyama, one of my favorite freshmen.  He introduced me to his friend Hinita who introduced me to his friends Kenma and Kuroo. I hanged out a lot with them during the party when I felt a cold glare from somewhere in the room.
I quickly excused myself to go and get a drink when I felt someone following me. That’s when I found the Great King’s eyes following my every move. As soon as I got my drink, I told my friend I was going to head out soon. When the others heard this, it wasn’t Kageyama complaining. It was Kuroo. 
He said it wasn’t fair that his kitten was leaving soon. I grabbed him by his ear to my height and whispered my ordeal. He looked shocked then a smirk replaced it. He said to play along. He first made me describe Oikawa and then grabbed my hand. I stayed with Kuroo the entire night. Anytime he felt Oikawa or saw Oikawa starring at me, he grabbed me by my waist and whispered in my ear to laugh. At first, I told him I couldn’t forcefully laugh so he told me chemistry pick up lines instead.  
Oikawa became visibly jealous ignoring his date and breaking his paper cup several times. Once the party was over, Kuroo decided to walk me home. He told me it was fun hanging out with me and gave me his phone number. That was the start of a beautiful relationship where transparency was always prioritized. 
(Drink Water)
So people wanted a part two so here it is :  https://jessicaowo1.tumblr.com/post/642588535755587584/oikawa-cheating-part-2
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You’ve Got Mail: Jungkook One Shot
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Request: Hi! I really love your writings! If your requests are still open, can you pls write a Jungkook story? Ex-lovers in high school where he broke up with her because he got bored or something like that. Then they met again in university and wants her back again. (Angst but happy ending pls). Thank you!
Description: After a messy breakup with high school heartthrob Jeon Jungkook, you swore off dating once you got into college. Even though it left you lonely, it was easier than being hurt. But one fateful blind date changes everything for you, and you realize that maybe isolation isn’t the answer either.
Word Count: 12.9k
Pairing: Jungkook x (gender neutral) Reader
Tags: Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, Non-Idol!Au, Ex-Lovers to Enemies to Lovers (? I guess? Haha)
Genre: Whole lotta angst, fluffy ending
Warnings: None!
A/N: It’s been two weeks since I’ve posted wtf!! But I’m back and less than a week away from the Rose Bowl concert, holy cow. This ask has been in my inbox for MONTHS, so I need to say thank you to the anon who sent it for waiting so long! I really enjoyed this request, so I hope you guys like it too!
Also, if you want to follow me on Twitter please do so! My handle is @/plzpunchmebts. I would post a link, but rumor has it Tumblr killed links and I’m not taking any chances. I’ll be posting concert videos and pics there, so please give it a follow if you’d like to see that!
- Mercury
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You were never too keen on blind dates. Everything about them felt…artificial. It wasn’t that you were a romantic, not especially, but you had to admit that being forced on a date by meddlesome friends took some of the magic out of dating. When Sua had mentioned a cute new boy in her class who was too busy studying to date, you had to admit the red flags began waving in your mind. Of course, you could relate. College was taxing and it was difficult to find time to even eat three meals, let alone date. Perhaps if things had cropped up organically, you’d have been more excited. But the forced union was a little cumbersome.
The nerves and the insecurity and the fear, none of it was especially fun. But Sua had been adamant that the two of you would hit it off, and with her eyes round and expectant, her brows raised, and her lips pouted, you really didn’t have any room to deny her. You figured one night of discomfort was better than months of guilt, and even though you figured things wouldn’t work out with this mystery man, you’d humor your friend. After all, making friends in college wasn’t easy.
Making friends in general wasn’t easy.
You sighed as you waited with your chilly hands clasped around your phone, standing at the entrance to the subway station where Sua had instructed. The mouth of the entrance was muggy with exiting passengers as the wave of people clambered up the steep stairs and onto the street, lined on all sides by buildings that reached the sky. Every now and again, someone would graze their shoulder against yours without apology, or perhaps step on the toe of your sneaker. You took a few inching steps backward, glancing over your shoulder to be sure you wouldn’t hit anyone. Not that they’d care. You backed up until you were out of the streamline and instead took up a quieter spot beside a fish cake vendor.
You checked your phone once again, furrowing your brow. Sue said eleven, didn’t she? You pulled up your messages and scrolled through carefully, head tilted to the side as you read her most recent text.
Sua: He said he’s running a little late, but he told me to tell you to wait.
You: I am waiting…
Sua: He says he’s sorry and that the subway is close to the terminal now.
You: That’s good.
Sua: He says sorry again.
Sua: You know, this is kinda dumb. Let me just give you his number so you can text him.
Sua: 51-XXX-XX24
You pursed your lips and crossed your arms over your chest. Sua was right, anyway. Making her your proxy wouldn’t really do you much good, considering she wasn’t here to help you in person. But wouldn’t it be a bit forward to just…text this guy? You didn’t know him yet. And besides, what could you say that Sua hadn’t? Hey, I’m doing this out of obligation, sorry to disappoint! or you can just go back home now and we can tell Sua things didn’t work out. You shook your head and rubbed your fingertip along the screen of your phone, working your lower lip between your teeth. You were just looking for an out. And really, you didn’t want to bail after Sua had gone through the trouble of setting things up. Still, just texting a stranger was a little…
But then again, he’d agreed to the blind date too, hadn’t he? It wasn’t like you were someone he was forced to talk to. He’d come on his own accord. Rubbing your bare forearm in the spring breeze with one hand, you used the other to tap the phone number and save it and, with only your index finger, drafted a slow message.
You: Hey, I’m Sua’s friend. I think we’re supposed to have a blind date today? Haha. That sounded kind of awkward…
Within seconds, your phone dinged with an incoming text and you jumped, nervous, before glancing at your phone once more.
Blind Date: Oh! Haha, hello. It wasn’t awkward at all. Ahh, I’m really sorry I’m late. I wasn’t looking where I was going and I bumped into a cyclist and he gave me an earful so I missed the first subway.
Blind Date: But I’m one stop away! You’re outside exit 2 right?
You: Yeah! I’m next to a fish cake stall. I’m wearing a red blouse, so you can’t miss me :-)
Damn, you thought, was that smiley face too much? You picked at the skin around your nail and glanced up to see the near-constant flow of people was still in full force, the subway exit spitting pedestrians onto the cement sidewalk in droves. You squinted a little, trying to keep a good visual on the staircase leading out. With a sigh, you leaned over your bag to slip your phone inside when it buzzed again. Despite yourself, your heart raced and you eagerly unlocked it to see if he’d responded.
Blind Date: Cute! Let’s get some fish cakes then before we go to the movie.
Blind Date: Ah, subway just pulled in! I’m only a few sweaty staircases away now~
Blind Date: :P
Without meaning to, you smiled a little. Your nerves settled as you leaned on your right foot, grinning softly at your screen. He seemed like a good guy, at least. You were relieved. After the jerks you dated in high school, you’d sworn off dating for a while. Maybe trying to cleanse your palate. It was…oddly refreshing to be talking to someone who didn’t make you feel like you weren’t all that important. Like you were disposable.
Still smiling, you responded with a simple text.
You: I’m excited to meet you :-D
“Y/N?” asked a familiar voice from beside you.
A voice that sent chills up your spine, and not the good kind.
You stiffened and turned, eyes wide, toward the one person you’d been hoping fervently to avoid for life. Standing with his big, brown eyes wide and his hair slightly windswept, Jeon Jungkook stared down at you like you were a ghost. Your lips parted and, heart hammering, you opened and closed your jaw a few times. What were you supposed to say to the boy who broke your heart when you were sixteen?
Years later and he was still the heartthrob he’d been back then, only now he looked…like a man. His cheekbones were prominent, strong jaw, heavy brow and a serious, toned build like he’d lived at the gym in the years between your meetings.
You swallowed hard and slipped your phone in your bag, crossing your arms and thus closing yourself to him. You glanced up at him with a furrowed brow. “Jungkook,” you said with a sigh. “I’m actually waiting here for someone and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, so if you could-,”
“You’re on a blind date?” asked Jungkook, lips agape.
You shrugged, glancing down the sidewalk toward the open maw of the subway exit, squinting in the hopes of catching your date’s attention. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Wait, but-,”
You sighed and shut him up with a single look his way, sharp, venomous. “I’m gonna to wait someplace else if you’re gonna keep standing beside me.”
“No, it’s not-,”
You huffed and shuffled into the crowd once more, walking purposefully away from him, but Jungkook was hot on your tail and wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Every few paces, you’d glance over your shoulder and see him following you feverishly, angling himself through the narrow spaces between bodies. But you kept going, pushing through, until you were blocks away from the subway station and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.
You exhaled long and slow, patting your chest to calm down, and veered off toward the shops on your right, taking cover beneath an awning. Something in your bag vibrated and you jumped. Shit. Your date. The spring day sun was warm on your hands as you fumbled with your bag, grabbing your phone once again.
Blind Date: Where did you go??
You gripped your nose bridge and exhaled through your nose. Of course he’d be confused. You were lucky he was nice enough to reach out at all after seeing you weren’t where you said you’d be. You typed your reply quickly, desperate not to hurt his feelings.
You: God, I’m SO sorry. I ran into someone…from a long time ago lol. I couldn’t shake him off, so I ended up down the street a few blocks. By a Burger King.
You: I’m making a really bad impression, huh? I’m sorry. Just…he’s the LAST person I wanted to see today, you know?
You: Or…well, ever haha.
You awaited a response with bated breath, brows knit, and chewed on the inside of your cheek. This blind date was a wild card, really. Since you didn’t know him yet, you didn’t know how he’d respond. And it wouldn’t be his fault if he decided you weren’t worth all the hassle. Honestly, you might’ve been a little relieved if that was the case. Running into Jungkook…it made you remember why you avoided dating.
But despite your expectations, your phone buzzed again and you jumped to grab it.
Blind Date: This person…you really didn’t want to see him?
You: No. It’s just a painful reminder of the past.
You: !!! God, I keep saying awkward things !!! Haha, please forget I said anything. Where are you?
Blind Date: No! It’s not awkward at all. I’m just…
Blind Date: I’m sorry you had to see him then, I guess.
You: Jeez…
You: You’re a really nice guy, aren’t you?
Blind Date: Haha! I don’t know about that…
Blind Date: How about we reschedule for another time? I get the feeling you wouldn’t really be up for a movie right now anyway.
You panicked, heart kicking up. Despite everything you told yourself, you were a little bit happy he was being so understanding. And even though you were scared, you wanted to see if…well…if maybe this guy might be different.
You shook your head. Of course you shouldn’t think that way. Putting your heart out there to be toyed with and thrown aside…you didn’t want to go through it. Not really. And what relationship could be worth all that? You sucked in your breath and typed a quick response, ready to cast Jungkook and this blind date into the banks of your memory to gather dust. Even if this guy did seem sweet…
So had Jungkook, at first.
You: Yeah. That’s probably for the best. I work at that coffeeshop on campus, so I’ll shoot you a text once I get my schedule. :-)
You: I’m sorry for all the trouble today. Seriously.
You sighed and turned on your heel toward the street. If you kept on this sidewalk for a few more blocks, you’d find exit 3. And from there, it was only a 20-minute subway ride home whereupon you could finally collapse on your couch and wait for this cursed weekend to be over.
But before you could take a single step, a text came.
Blind Date: It was no trouble. :D I just feel bad that you had an unpleasant experience…
You: Hey, it’s not your fault haha.
You: Oh yeah! I never gave you my name, did I?
Blind Date: No, actually. Haha.
You: It’s Y/N.
Blind Date: It’s nice to meet you again, Y/N.
Blind Date: You can call me Nochu.
You: … Nochu … ?
Blind Date: Haha, it’s weird huh?
Blind Date: It’s a nickname I prefer.
You: Ah! I see. I’ll call you that then.
You: Nochu.
Blind Date: Y/N :-)
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You stood and placed your hands on your lower back and stretched, groaning, a week later. Classes had been dragging lately and with several coworkers sick with a cold, you were one of the only employees left who wasn’t too ill to work. Your body felt like it was slowly failing you. Even your feet were sore from constantly running from place to place. And the quiet coffee shop before you made you feel like taking a long and well-needed nap. Mismatched chairs and bistro tables littered the trendy place and students congregated around the windows or the fireplace or the used bookshelf. Nobody really bothered you except to order or ask for to-go coffee sleeves. Mostly, you just stood there. For hours. Watching everything and nothing at once.
But today the energy was a little different. You’d heard from Sua that the graphic design students were approaching an important deadline, and from the looks of the crowd it seemed that deadline was heavy on everyone’s minds. Laptops and drawing tablets and plenty of coffee littered the tables as students chatted in small groups, none of them looking all too happy. You wondered what the project was, but didn’t want to bother Sua with a useless question. So instead, you just watched over customer’s shoulders as they added thick white lines to separate sections of illustrations or grabbed whole images with slender styluses and slid them to new spaces.
“Excuse me?”
You jumped and turned to the queue which up until moments ago had been completely empty. You made sure to manage your expression with a tight smile and bowed your head. “Sorry,” you said quietly, lifting your eyes to meet the customer.
And, to your shock and horror, you saw a familiar face amongst the group of thee college-aged boys. Jeon Jungkook stood in the middle, a half-pace behind the guy who had roused your attention, and if his expression was anything to go by, he was just as horrified to see you as you were to see him. You felt your back go perfectly straight, eyes wide and lips parted through which only shallow exhales escaped. Your palms grew sweaty and your heart thump-thumped to an uneven cadence.
“Um, what can I make for you?” you asked finally, managing a tight smile at the speaker of the group whose attention was affixed to the sign above your head, reading the menu with squinted eyes. “If you need more time…,” you hedged, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze which you felt burning circles into your face.
“Ah, no I’ve got it,” said the first guy with a polite smile your way. “I’ll have a green tea latte.”
You nodded and wrote it down on your notepad, just to keep things straight. Had your coworkers been stronger in their constitution, you’d have given the order to one of them to get started on. Perhaps you’d even get started yourself and leave the cashiering to them. But alas, you were alone and painfully aware of it.
“Will you be paying separately or together?” you asked, a tinge of hope in your voice. Please say together, please say together, please say together, you thought over and over, like an endless mantra.
The first boy chuckled and gave Jungkook’s shoulder a firm punch. “Like I’ll pay for these good-for-nothings,” he joked before returning his attention to you, smiling. He had a kind smile, but even that did little to ease your anxieties. You simply nodded and took his card as he stretched it out toward you.
The second guy approached, another brown-haired college kid with a polite grin and baggy spring clothes, and hummed. “I’ll do the caramel macchiato,” he said with a nod, fingers still clasping his chin as he scanned the menu and you scribbled his order. “Ah!” he said, pointing at you. You jumped, still on edge with adrenaline coursing through you, but quickly settled with a smile. “And a slice of banana bread.”
“Banana bread,” you mumbled to yourself as you wrote it. “Okay.”
The second handed you a credit card which you swiped quickly, eager to get this whole encounter over with. He took it back with a bow and a smile which you struggled to return because the moment you glanced over his shoulder you caught Jungkook’s gaze, intense, warm browns peering at you like you held answers he’d been searching for. Despite yourself, you blushed and glanced back toward your notepad.
Finally, the moment of reckoning arrived and your nerves made your hands a little shaky as they clasped the pen and paper. Your eyes wavered around the space between your own hands, measuring the empty air, desperate not to look at Jungkook again.
“Um…,” he mumbled, voice a low rumble in his chest. You almost wanted to squeeze your eyes shut altogether, even though you knew how dumb that’d make you look. “Can I get a strawberry smoothie?”
You almost laughed. It was so like him to come to a coffeeshop and order something like that. It was so like him to still have a weak palate when it came to bitter things. It was so like him to chase after you that day, to show up here on coincidence. It was so like him to be exactly who you remembered him to be. Exactly who he was back then.
Slowly, once you’d written his order down, you lifted your eyes and looked at him properly at last. He was dressed well, casual as you expected, all black as you expected, handsome as you expected. His hair was half-styled out of his eyes, and those eyes were the problem really. Dark and depthless, staring down at you with furrowed brow, jaw clenched. If anyone had doubts you two knew each other before, they’d certainly know now with the way he was watching you. The way he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for even a second.
“That’s all?” you asked.
“Um…yeah,” he responded, blinking at you like he had more to say.
By then, his friends had begun setting up camp amongst the mismatched sofas and recliners, setting up their computers. You caught sight of a drawing tablet as its corner poked out the top of the first boy’s backpack. So they were design majors too? Maybe your blind date had met one of these guys, then. But wait. If his friends were, did that mean…
“You’re a design major?” you asked, unable to stop yourself.
But once you said it, you wished to suck the words back inside like tapioca balls through a straw because across Jungkook’s face flashed a brief glimmer of excitement, eyes wide, mouth already open and poised to respond.
“Yeah!” he said, smiling a little. “I…uh, well you remember how I liked to draw.”
You nodded, typing the total into your cash register. “Yeah, I remember.”
“Listen, Y/N, I’m really sorry about-,”
“Let’s not rehash things here,” you said, eyeing him from beneath your lashes, scanning the shop like a conspirator in search of any prying eyes, any listening ears. “It doesn’t matter anyway. We’ve both moved on so let’s just keep it at that.”
Jungkook shut his mouth and, after a long moment, sighed. “Alright,” he said, sounding defeated. You hazarded a glance up at him and found his eyes long-sighted, gazing down at the counter between you without really looking at it.
“It’ll be 3,500 won,” you said, holding out one hand towards him.
He blinked and shook his head a little, as if returning to himself, and yanked his wallet from the front pocket of his loose joggers. He pulled out a bill and handed it to you. 20,000. Was that the smallest bill he had on him? You examined it with a thinly-veiled scowl. Of course, he was probably making good money doing something impressive. That was Jungkook anyway. The type of guy who just…made things come to him. Like the universe responded to his will. You sighed and went to work on the old register, punching in the amount and sliding the bill inside. You produced his change to find him already bounding toward his friends with his broad back to you.
Panicked, you rushed to the side of the barista station and called out to him. “Hey! You forgot your change!” you shouted, cupping one hand around your mouth. A few patrons turned to look at you and Jungkook.
He barely glanced back at you when he said, “You can keep it.”
And suddenly you were blushing for a very different reason.
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That jerk, you thought to yourself as you watched him plug away at some ad he was working on on his tablet. Evening had fallen slowly upon the city of Seoul, and you wanted nothing more than to stroll out into the lavender evening, forgetting this whole unpleasant day. But instead, you had to wait for your coworker, Sora, to relieve you after making you work fifteen minutes past the end of your shift. Scowling, you kept a hawk’s eye on Jungkook and, unbeknownst to him, wished silent curses upon his head. I hope you go bald, you thought. Or worse, I hope you go out for fried chicken and you get only tendons. You crossed your arms and lolled your head to the side.
You shouldn’t have expected Jungkook to change. He’d always been a ‘my pace’ kind of guy. Maybe leaving that tip was his way of flexing his money to you. That he had enough money to just throw around at random baristas he used to hook up with in high school. Or maybe he was pitying you, looking down on you for working such a menial job. Either way, it made your blood boil. You felt the money crinkle in the pocket of your jeans with every step.
You’d briefly considered spitting in his smoothie, but you didn’t want to lose your job over Jeon Jungkook.
After all, you’d already lost your youth to the kid.
You glanced outside and watched the rainclouds gathering. Of course, you’d forgotten to bring an umbrella. It wasn’t like you’d checked the weather on the way out. Grumpily, you glanced down at your phone to check the time. Twenty minutes late now. What did Sora have to do that was so important? Normally, you’d complain to a friend. But Sua was about the closest you had these days and you weren’t sure you could trouble her with it.
But…were you really friends if you didn’t reach out to her from time to time?
Sighing, you glanced around the shop, making sure nobody was watching you, and unlocked your phone. So much had already happened that a quick message didn’t seem reasonable, but you couldn’t very well bury your head in your phone so after every few clicks you’d sweep your gaze around. You settled for an anxious few words between nervous glances at the rest of the shop. Realistically, you were off the clock anyway. But you didn’t want any bad Yelp reviews on your behalf.
You: Sua, on God today is cursed.
You waited a few moments for a response before growing impatient. Everything was taking forever today: that interaction with Jungkook, Sora taking over your shift, and now Sua not responding. Of course, she had no obligation to. She was probably busy with her own preparation much like the other graphic design students. You had no right to expect that of her.
Wasn’t that your problem from the start? Expecting too much?
Your phone buzzed in response as your mind began to drift toward melancholy thoughts and as you slid it open your eyes went wide and your fingertips chilled as the blood rushed to your cheeks.
Blind Date: Hah…I’m not Sua, but I am willing to listen if you need it…?
Blind Date: Was wondering when I’d hear from you.
Mortified didn’t even begin to cover it. You cupped a hand over your lips in horror, and just as you were about to melt into a pile of melted pride on the floor, the door swung open and a breathless Sora met your eyes with a nervous smile. You swallowed hard and pocketed your phone, offering Sora your full attention. He bowed his head to you, bending at the waist, as he approached the counter.
“I am so sorry for being late!” he shouted, loud enough for every patron to glance at him and, subsequently, you.
Your flushed face went beet red as Jungkook turned to stare at you, eyes wide. Of course, another embarrassing moment in front of that guy. “U-um, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” you said, waving your hands.
He sniffled and looked up at you, eyes red with impending tears. “I really didn’t mean to, but I fell asleep after class today and-,”
“Sora, it’s cool,” you said, removing your apron and hanging it on the rack behind you. “I’m gonna go now though so I can catch my subway.”
Sora stiffened and nodded, giving you a salute before scampering behind the counter and putting on his own apron. “I really am sorry!” he called after you.
You waved a hand and rushed out onto the sidewalk, lingering beneath the awning as the rain began to drizzle from overhead. You returned your attention to your phone, pushing your hair behind your ears so you could see properly, and swallowed your nerves.
You: I…am such an idiot.
You: I’m so sorry. I was at work and I’m not supposed to be on my phone, but I just…
You: Jesus, honestly you can just delete my number. I don’t think I can look at your contact anymore without cringing.
You were poised to take a step out into the rain when your phone vibrated again and you jumped to read it with barely shaking hands.
Blind Date: No! It’s okay. Seriously.
Blind Date: I can list dumber things I’ve done today alone.
Blind Date: Besides, sounds like you need someone to talk to anyway…?
You blinked at your phone screen a few times, cocking your head to the side. Somehow, his words had calmed you down, just a little. Your flaming cheeks were cooler now when you poked one with the pad of your finger. Your heart wasn’t a hammer against your ribcage. And as you glanced over your shoulder at the window into the coffeeshop, you found Jungkook was no longer in sight. With a few texts alone, things seemed a little better.
You: I won’t bore you with all of it, haha.
You: It was more of a Sua story anyway I think.
You: I’m trying to break through that kinda hesitant first stage of friendship with her and
You: Well anyway, I’m sorry to bother you. Hope you’re doing good?
Blind Date: Haha, hey I get it. Friendships are weird. Took me a while to make any real friends this year since I was so shy.
You: You were shy?
Blind Date: Oh big time. I still don’t really know how to approach people without saying or doing something wrong.
Blind Date: Like today. I think I came across like an asshole to someone.
Blind Date: That happens a lot actually -_-
Blind Date: Being nervous makes me act weird.
You: Really? You sound really confident over text.
Blind Date: Haha really? That’s good to hear at least.
Blind Date: I’m about the least confident person I know.
Blind Date: Whew, not exactly the impression I wanted to give to a possible date! Oops.
You smiled at your phone and began typing out a response when the door by your hip swung open and out walked Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook caught your eye as your smile was slipping into a scowl and you quickly righted yourself, looking away down the busy street. You held your phone close to your chest and popped a hip out to the side, feigning disinterest.
“See you guys tomorrow,” said one boy.
“Yeah,” responded Jungkook, and you saw out the corner of your eye that the guys parted ways. Jungkook lingered beside you underneath the awning, watching you keenly. “Who were you texting?” he asked.
You stiffened and glanced up at him with a frown. “Is that any of your business?” you asked.
He flushed a little, rubbed the back of his head, and let out a few breathy laughs. “Sorry. Guess not,” he said with a sigh.
For a few moments the two of you just stood there, silent. You weren’t sure what to do next without an umbrella, and you didn’t want Jungkook to think you were just…spending time with him for fun. But still, you didn’t move or make a sound. Just watched the steadily increasing rainfall splatter against the pavement, gathering in pools beside the sidewalk.
“Listen,” he began, turning to you properly. You eyed him from below with raised brows. “I really don’t want any bad energy between us, okay? I know things were messy before, but we’re in college now. It’s been years, right?” Some of the tension between you broke, but it was quickly replaced by a new tension: your outrage.
You blinked at him, working your jaw. “Jungkook, you don’t get to tell me when I’m allowed to stop being hurt,” you said, shaking your head. “Seeing you is a little painful, even though it’s been a long time. So…maybe just ignore me.”
Jungkook sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know I am.”
You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t really want anything to do with you,” you said, meeting his eyes. Your own calm surprised you. He looked desperate, brows knit and lips parted. “I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to just leave me alone.”
He blinked a few times, eyes wide. “I…I mean, we go to the same school now and everything. I just transferred this year and it’s…I don’t really know many people. It’s not like we’re strangers, so why should we act like we are?”
You swallowed your anger. “I’m gonna go now,” you said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and walking out into the rain. You turned to look at him. “I don’t think you get what I’m saying, so it’s not worth repeating it again in a different way. Just…leave me alone.”
But before you could take a single step toward the subway entrance three blocks away, Jungkook was beside you in the rain, fiddling with his umbrella. “Wh-what are you doing? I just said to leave me alone!” you called at him over the sound of the rain around you.
Jungkook spat rainwater out from between his lips and shook his head as the umbrella finally popped open and the rain stopped pummeling you, now ricocheting off the nylon. You stared up at Jungkook underneath the dark umbrella, confined beneath it, confined to this small, enclosed space. Your chest was nearly touching his arm and his breath was warm as it fanned across your face. Strawberries. Like his smoothie. Rain was caught in his long eyelashes and his rosy lips were still parted, cheeks a warm pink. He stared down at you and for a brief moment, you felt a hot, shooting sensation running from the top of your head to your toes.
“Let me walk you to the station at least,” he said, scanning you.
You felt a little faint, and the sweet scent of his cologne only made you more disoriented. “I’m fine. It’s only a few blocks,” you said, but even you could admit your voice sounded weak.
He sighed, eyes falling to the ground. “I know I hurt you a lot back then, but…,” he began, then shook his head. “Even if it’s small, I wanna make it up to you somehow. So…let me walk you.”
You rubbed your bare forearm and inhaled sharply, shutting your eyes for a moment. “Fine,” you forced out and the two of you began walking.
“So…,” said Jungkook after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. “How was your date the other day?”
You groaned. “What we’re not gonna do is this.”
Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Just curious.”
You watched your hands, clasped in front of you, and sighed. “It didn’t happen,” you said. If nothing else, at least your time with Jungkook made you remarkably comfortable talking to him about your thoughts and feelings. “We cancelled.”
“Why?” he asked, brows high.
You shrugged. “After seeing you, I was kinda crabby so…”
“It was my fault?” He pointed with his free hand to his own chest, eyes wide.
“I mean, yeah but not really,” you said with an easy exhale. “It’s for the best anyway. He seems like a really nice guy. I don’t wanna end up hurting his feelings or something.”
“You’d rather be alone than risk having things end badly?” he asked.
You peered up at him. “Wonder why that is,” you mumbled before glancing away.
He sighed. “Sorry.”
“Mhm.”
The rest of the walk was silent as the two of you were forced to simply live with the words you’d exchanged, unable to do anything to alter the events that led you here. All you could do was walk forward, united under a shared umbrella for just a moment, until you ducked out from beneath it and disappeared down the subway station stairs, not even pausing for a moment to wave or say goodbye.
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Blind Date: Yikes, did I really scare you off?
You raised your brows at your phone screen as the subway bumped along. It was too crowded to find a seat, so you stood cramped between a stout businessman and a high school girl, all of you holding the railing overhead for stability. You couldn’t help it, but again you smiled. After all the craziness that had come from the day, this stranger seemed to help you feel at ease.
You: Haha nope! It’d take more than that.
You: I bumped into someone I didn’t want to see, so I had to take care of that.
Blind Date: !!! Same person as before??
You: Yeah, if you can believe it lol.
Blind Date: (o_O)
Blind Date: How unlucky can a person be?
You: That’s what I’m saying. (¬_¬;)
You: That’s actually one of the things I was gonna complain to Sua about.
You: Y’know, teenage heartbreak and high school angst. Etc.
Blind Date: Hey, I said it before. I’d love to listen!
Blind Date: Aight, that was too enthusiastic. How about: I wouldn’t mind hearing you out!
You: Lol, good addendum.
You: I mean, it’s not like it’s really that serious. Just…in high school I was really shy. I didn’t have very many friends and I thought that I was fine on my own, you know?
You: But I guess I was lonelier than I thought haha. There was this really handsome guy in my class who started sitting with me on the roof at lunch. At first, neither of us really said anything. Just…sitting together.
You: But after a while, we got pretty close. Half a school year maybe. He said he came up there because the air was nice, but I had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he was a little too popular for his own good. Everyone wanted to talk to him. But he was like me.
You: Introverted, I mean.
Blind Date: Sounds like you two were good friends, then?
You: Yeah, until I caught feelings lol. Mistake.
Blind Date: You confessed??
You: Hehe…yes.
You: After a while being close, I felt really comfortable telling him anything. I told him it wasn’t like I was expecting him to date me or anything. I just wanted him to know so he could be a little more careful around me.
You: But it seemed like he reciprocated.
You: We started dating…I guess?
You: Never put a label on it, which was another mistake on my part for not asking.
You: But we did everything couples did, just…not really in front of anyone from school.
You: Never asked about that either lol.
Blind Date: Oh…
Blind Date: I mean…that doesn’t sound so good…
You: Haha, it’s probably exactly what it sounds like because once we’d been together for about a year, he ended things really suddenly. We were getting ready to apply for colleges and he was gonna go for one in a different city. He said it wouldn’t work out.
You: I fought really hard for it, but he started saying pretty mean things and I didn’t want to get hurt so I ended up conceding.
Blind Date: Mean things?
You: Things I don’t really wanna type out haha…
Blind Date: Shit! Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.
You: Hey, don’t worry! Old wounds. I should probably get over it, really.
You: No time like the present!
You: He said he never really liked me and he was only with me because he felt bad for me. Didn’t really love hearing that.
You: He said because I didn’t have friends, he pitied me. That was why he went to the roof to eat with me. Why he kissed me and all that. Took me on dates. ┐( ̄ヘ ̄)┌  Pretty dumb, imo, but that’s what he said and it seemed like he meant it anyway lol.
Blind Date: Y/N…
You: Hey, you asked!
Blind Date: That’s really shitty. You didn’t deserve that.
Blind Date: You carried that around with you all these years?
You: Hah, admitting it sounds kinda pathetic, huh?
You: I guess it’s not the sort of thing you just…get over. I think I really loved him too, so…
You: Anyway, seeing him now is really weird. Never thought I’d see him around here again, but suddenly he’s everywhere haha. Definitely doesn’t feel great, tbh.
You: Ew, sorry for laying all that on you. Not exactly small talk.
Blind Date: No!! Don’t apologize. I’m glad you talked to me about it. Honestly…I feel really sorry for you. It sounds like the whole thing affected you a lot. :-(
Blind Date: If it makes you feel better, I think I can understand you a little!
Blind Date: Like I said, I’m a bit shy myself. It’s not an issue of having friends, but finding good ones. It’s hard for me to socialize without saying something dumb and regretting it. So for a while, when I first started college, I isolated myself a lot. I didn’t want to make any more mistakes, you know?
Blind Date: But recently, I’ve met some people who are really kind. People who don’t judge me when I mess things up (which is often haha). They help me communicate better.
You: You communicate really well, I think :-)
Blind Date: Haha, thank you. I’m actually blushing a little, whew. Uh, I guess it’s because it’s easier to type things out. Speaking is hard because you can’t just reword things before sending them. You say it out loud and it’s forever, you know?
You: Yeah! Jeez, that actually happened to me today (—_—)
You: I’m glad someone else understands it lol
Blind Date: Yeah, me too.
By the time you received the last message, you were already back inside your apartment, soaked from the walk home. You’d used your bag to cover your phone as you walked and typed, so now the thing was slumped against your dining chair like a sopping wet creature. But still, you smiled at your phone. Even though the conversation with Jungkook had been jarring, you’d almost forgotten it after chatting with your blind date. It felt oddly vulnerable to reveal so much to him, but his reaction had been really reassuring. You set your phone aside and padded to the bathroom to dry yourself a little with a towel, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were a little flushed, eyes clear, and still smiling. You shook your head, trying to shake off your grin, but when you glanced back at your reflection it was still the same.
With the towel dangling across your shoulders, you returned to the living room and saw your phone lit up with another new text. Smiling, you unlocked it and read what he had to say.
Blind Date: Off topic, but uh…
Blind Date: Did you happen to catch the most recent episode of Game of Thrones?
Blind Date: Because I need to talk about it or I might explode.
You raised your brows and, without meaning to, you laughed. Was this okay? Was it alright to become close to someone like this again? Was it alright to be excited about someone again? You were fearful, cautious, hesitant. After everything with Jungkook, you’d found it impossible to trust people’s intentions. Were they being nice to you because they liked you or because they felt bad for you? Would you get hurt if you trusted the goodwill of the people around you?
You: Um…
You: CAN WE TALK ABOUT ARYA???
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You weren’t going to talk to him again.
Well…that was your intention anyway. But by Friday, you’d spent every night up late chatting with this Nochu guy. It wasn’t like you talked about anything all that interesting or profound. Music you liked, games you played, anime you watched. You’d spent the better portion of Thursday night talking about whether Fullmetal Alchemist or Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood was superior. You weren’t sure why you were compelled to respond every time his name lit up your phone. And you really weren’t sure why you were the one reaching out to him now as you sat watching your professor detail the process of molecular movement across a cell membrane.
Perhaps you’d missed making easy conversation with someone you liked talking to…
After high school, you’d become something of a recluse. You spent more nights in than out and despite doing well in your classes, you’d found yourself…slightly lonesome. That’s why when Sua gave you her number after you’d successfully finished a project together a few months ago, you’d been quick to take it. Even though it was a little scary, some small part of you wanted to trust people again.
And maybe that’s why too. Why you were sending this stupid text in the middle of your lecture.
You: Hey dude. You free today?
Blind Date: Hm? Why?
You: Idk, Burger King or smth?
Blind Date: Hehe, are you trying to revive our dead romance?
You: O.O Our romance died already? After one failed date?
Blind Date: Hahaha I mean…you can try giving it CPR if you want…?
Blind Date: Mouth-to-mouth ;-D
You: Yuck, I take it back. Our romance is dead and buried.
You: Anyway, you free?
Blind Date: Uh yeah probs later. I’ve got class until 4.
Blind Date: Does that work for your Burger King plan?
Blind Date: I know it’s hard to get a reservation at that place on short notice >.<
You: I take it all back.
You: I have plans tonight, soz.
You: Talk to ya later, weeb.
You smiled and set your phone down beside your notebook, refocusing on your professor.  But your attention was quickly assuaged by your phone vibrating once more. You smirked down at it and, covertly, read the slew of oncoming text messages with a chuckle.
Blind Date: !!! That’s rude !!!
Blind Date: You can’t just offer a Burger King date and snatch it out from under me like that.
Blind Date: I’ll be mad if you jerk me around >:-(
Blind Date: You see that face? I mean BUSINESS.
You: Calm down lol, I was kidding.
You: Let’s meet at the Burger King next to the ramen place near campus?
Blind Date: Hehe, sounds good :-P
Blind Date: Ah, but don’t be too surprised when you meet me, okay?
Blind Date: I don’t want you fainting when you see my handsome face 8-)
You: Mhm, I’ll be sure not to faint.
Blind Date: I mean…a little fainting is fine…
You: Haha shut up. I’ll see you there. Looking forward to putting a face to the texts!
Blind Date: Hopefully my face doesn’t disappoint lol.
You: Yikes, mine either.
Blind Date: Yours won’t.
Blind Date: Haha, I’m sure you’ll look great. That’s what I meant.
Blind Date: Ew, all of that was hard to read. Forget I said anything hhhhhh.
You smiled fondly at your phone before sliding it into your bag. “You look kinda smitten,” said Sua from beside you.
You jumped and glanced at her as the rest of the class began packing up. She was grinning at you like a co-conspirator, brows low, knowing grin on her face. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been texting someone named Blind Date during every class period for a week,” she said, cocking a brow. “I take it you guys hit it off?”
You felt yourself go warm. Not like with Jungkook the other day, but like something else. Something a little deeper than a physical reaction. Nonetheless, you cleared your throat and smiled at Sua. “He’s a good guy. I think we could be good friends.”
“Friends?” she asked with a laugh, flitting her hand as the two of you stood together. “Sounds boring. Get a smooch or two out of it or it’s a bust.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t really know if he’d be interested in me that way.”
“What about you?” she asked, eyeing you. “Would you be interested?”
You stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide, and opened and shut your mouth a few times. “I…,” you began, then glanced at your feet. You followed her out into the hallway where students hurried by in a flash beside you. “I mean…”
Sua paused her walking to stare back at you, her teasing grin replaced with a genuine one. “Wait, do you actually like him-like him?” she asked, eyes alight.
You stiffened, scratching your arm, and sighed. “Jeez, I don’t know! Maybe,” you said, waving your hands. “Forget it, I’ve got another class soon.”
She laughed as you maneuvered around her through the hall, calling after you. “You’re cute when you’ve got a crush!”
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You sat at a booth by yourself at Burger King, waiting for your not-date to show up. It had only been a few minutes and already your anxiety was starting to speak in your ear. He’s not showing up, it whispered, You’re an idiot. And maybe you were. Looking around the fast food joint, you saw more than a few couples, sitting side-by-side or gazing at each other over fried chicken. You didn’t envy them. Not that way. Just…maybe it was the human connection you missed more than anything. Last time you’d been in this situation, you were still deeply in love with Jeon Jungkook.
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You were sixteen and you sat twiddling your thumbs on a suburban bench overlooking Seoul. Trees swayed in the summer breeze and carried with them the scent of young hopefulness, naivety in the form of dogwood blossoms. You watched the uneven cityscape before you as it resisted the pull of the wind, and far in the distance, slightly glittering in the sunlight, the Han River. Jungkook had said he’d be there at exactly two. It was ten past, and you were getting a little nervous. You’d confessed not a week prior during the last week of school, and to your shock Jungkook had been receptive. He hadn’t said anything bold like ‘I like you too’ or ‘let’s date’ but he had invited you out for some ice cream and you figured that was much the same thing for him.
Maybe he’s just being nice, you thought to yourself with a sigh. You’d spent a long time picking out the right outfit, getting your hair to lay just right. And still, you didn’t feel quite up to par with him. Girls were always confessing their love for him. Guys too. What made you any different than the dozens of other hopefuls? He probably won’t come…
“Y/N!” called a voice from the winding, hilly street.
You jumped and turned, and your heart swelled as you saw Jungkook running down the sidewalk toward you, grinning from ear to ear. And that was what did you in. That sincerity, that vigor, that enthusiasm…all for you. You stood up to meet him and chuckled as he caught his breath, patting his chest.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, panting. “My mom started lecturing me, so I got tied up.” After a few moments regaining his composure, he finally looked at you properly and when he did, you noticed his cheeks going red hot, eyes round. “Oh, wow,” he said, glancing away with a jittery laugh. “S-Sorry, you…you look really nice.”
You felt a little faint. You’d spent months pining after this kid, pining after this purity you kept glimpsing in him, and now…
He was saying you looked nice.
It was almost enough to knock the breath out of you.
You smiled at your shoes and rubbed your neck. “Th-thank you,” you said.
He laughed, nervous once more, and gave your shoulder a shove. “Hey, don’t get all clammy on me, okay? Nothing’s weird between us. Just…two pals…on a date.”
You jumped and stared up at him with unbridled surprise. “Date?” you asked, shameless hope in your voice.
He laughed, eyes turning to crescents, and nodded. “What else would it be?” Of course. Of course, since it was Jungkook, the answer was just that simple, wasn’t it?
You swallowed hard and tried to manage your expression, but you couldn’t fight the smile teasing your lips. “Oh,” you said, letting out a breathy laugh.
He examined you for a moment, scanning you. You weren’t used to going out with friends, let alone dating. All of this was new and exhilarating to you. But you felt a sudden wave of shyness that you couldn’t fight off, and a slightly pleasant self-consciousness. You felt him looking at you, and it didn’t feel like he hated looking. You became very aware of your body, each limb, each finger. Still smiling a little, you laughed again, unsure of what else to do. These were uncharted waters, after all.
“Hm,” he said, bending down to meet your eyes. You blushed and leaned away a little, but he was blushing too and it made you feel better knowing perhaps he was just as nervous as you. “Lemme prove it.”
Your eyes went wide, but before you could say or do anything, Jungkook closed the distance between you, tipping his chin so that your lips met. His lips were warm and soft. They tasted like chapstick and banana milk. You didn’t move, not a single muscle, and perhaps this worried him because he was quick to lean away and stare down at you, fresh insecurity on display in his warm brown eyes.
“Sorry! Was that too sudden?” he asked, laughing and glancing away, down the quiet street. “Jeez, I got carried away, huh? Ha, I’m sorry.”
Before he could spiral, you took a timid step forward and pushed yourself onto your toes. Gently, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself nearer to him. He jumped and looked at you with stunned eyes. But you didn’t give him a chance to think too much, because before long you were kissing him, head tilted to the side, eyes shut. Without much pause, his hands found your waist and stayed there, respectful, unsure.
And somehow, you’d summoned the courage to do it. To kiss him back.
Because he showed up, after all.
He didn’t leave you alone…
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Fifteen minutes now and you were beginning to worry. You reasoned that at least there were worse places to be stood up. A nice steakhouse, for instance. At least here you weren’t the only solo diner. But nonetheless, the feeling of a deep gut-punch was only growing. Dread and disappointment mingled into a bitter cocktail in the pit of your stomach. Wouldn’t this just be…poetic? Getting stood up for your first date after years of fear and emotional isolation?
Wouldn’t that be exactly what would happen?
Thirty minutes. At first, you tried to tell yourself he was probably just running late from a class. After all, the walk from campus alone was around seven minutes. Maybe he’d gotten released late. Maybe he’d gotten held up with a professor or classmate. You stared at your Whopper with dead eyes now, watching the cold burger as all the heat drained from it. It was too late to save it now. And perhaps it had never been meant for you to eat anyway. Maybe it was your destiny to become a vegetarian or something.
Nonetheless, you sent a text.
Even though it felt pathetic.
You: Hey, uh…we still on for Burger King?
You: No rush, haha.
You: Just a little worried…
Was this revenge for ruining the first date? Some elaborate plot to get back at you? He seemed like a really sweet guy, but so had Jungkook after all. After several minutes without a reply, you began to accept the fact that you’d been thoroughly stood up. Your throat constricted, eyes going a little hazy, and resolved to wait a little longer. Just a little.
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Forty-eight minutes. No reply and no date. By then, plenty of customers had come and gone through the front doors, none of them him. You couldn’t bring yourself to take even one bite of food, the money wasted, the time wasted too. How much time had you wasted, really? How much of your life had you spent watering dead plants?
When Jungkook told you he wanted to break up, you’d been in disbelief. The two of you were close, so close it almost hurt, and the sudden end felt like a slap in the face or a jolt to the heart. You’d fought him in his room that night, the sunset turning the ends of his hair gold, turning his eyes gold too. He had no right being so handsome at a moment like that. You asked for a reason and he said he didn’t want any strings going in to college. He wanted to be unaffiliated. But you couldn’t accept that. You couldn’t accept that the time you spent together had meant so little to him, that the relationship was a dead plant from the start.
I was only dating you because I felt bad for you! he’d shouted once he’d had enough. Ever wonder why I never told anyone about us?! You’d been stunned then, stunned silent. Your brain was failing to process his words. He’d never spoken that way to you before. How much time had you spent in love? How much time had he spent pitying you? I was your only friend, for God’s sake! What did you expect me to do?!
Perhaps you’d been right after all. Perhaps giving yourself to other people was too dangerous, too painful. Perhaps loving someone wasn’t worth it, perhaps it could never be completely reciprocal. Perhaps any relationship you had would be a waste of time. Perhaps all you were destined to do was water dead plants until finally, you decided it was enough.
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One hour. You stood up from your seat, wiped beneath your eyes as the tears you’d been fighting finally crested over your bottom eyelid, and carried your tray to the garbage. You slid your trash into the bin and, sniffling, wandered out toward the exit. Customers avoided walking too close to you, likely noticing the tears that were now tracking stubbornly down your cheeks. You would have wiped them, had you had the energy to care.
But all you wanted was to go home and be alone.
Alone for a while.
You pushed your way outside, taking in the fresh spring day. No more rain, even though you would have welcomed it. It could have concealed your crying, your red nose and swelling eyes. You could have cowered beneath a bus stop and nobody would have noticed you. Nobody would have noticed.
Instead, the spring day was gorgeous, teasingly beautiful. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, and people milled about through the street, smiling and chatting easily. Sniffling, you wiped your nose and joined them, walking down the sidewalk toward the subway entrance near campus.
You were overreacting. You didn’t even know this guy that well yet. He wasn’t a boyfriend, he wasn’t someone you’d given your whole heart to. He hadn’t betrayed you, because deep down you’d expected this. Maybe that’s what upset you so much. Being proven right.
You exited the crowd of people a block from the Burger King and walked with your head down toward the subway entrance. You were about to step on to the escalator when you heard someone call your name.
“Y/N!”
You turned slowly, eyes bleary from all the crying, and rubbed your tears away to see them clearly. Again, like he had some sort of sense for when you were most humiliated, Jungkook stepped toward you. His face was contorted in worry, thick brows knit, mouth agape as he stared down at you, scanning you.
You sniffled and nodded. “What?” you asked.
“What are you doing?” he asked softly, taking you by the crook of the arm and leading you toward a more sparsely populated alley beside the sidewalk. You didn’t fight. Didn’t have it in you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his own eyes watery as he looked down at you, forcing your head up as he held it between two big, warm hands.
You kept your gaze on the dirty ground. “Let me go,” you said, but it was weak.
“Y/N…,” he whispered, smoothing his thumb against your cheek. “Jesus.”
“What?” you asked, looking at him quick, fierce. “Are you pitying me?”
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. Looking at him now, he seemed pretty shaken himself. Why did the two of you keep bumping into each other like this? “No! No, that’s not it.”
“Then what?” you asked, shaking his hands off your face. “What is it, huh? Here to show off your money? Show me how good you’re doing while I’m working minimum wage? Huh? Do you like feeling superior?”
He swallowed hard, his expression revealing some sort of hurt you couldn’t name. “No! Please, it’s not that! Let me explain-,”
“No! You don’t have any right to ask me to listen to you!” you said, sobbing. You wiped your eyes with your forearm and shook your head. “Just leave me alone! Everyone!” you shouted.
Jungkook took your shoulders in his hands to keep you still and you tried a few times to shake yourself free, but to no avail. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
You kept crying, the ancient pain welling up from inside you like some age-old reserve finally erupting. Your body rocked with the force of your tears. “Isn’t it pathetic? The minute I start trying to reach out, I get stood up?” you asked with a manic laugh. “Doesn’t that just make you feel so good? Aren’t I pitiable?”
Jungkook’s own tears were pooling in his eyes and you could see them there, threatening to fall. “Please,” he said quietly.
You shook your head. “Isn’t this what you want? Someone to look down on? Someone to feel bad for?” you asked, face wet from the tears. “Can’t you just leave me alone?!” you shouted, loud enough to rouse the attention of a few people on the sidewalk behind Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook, without another word, sniffled sharply and pulled you flush against his chest. You struggled against his strong hold for a few moments, writhing, before finally submitting. Without even meaning to, you wrapped your arms around his torso and sobbed into his black shirt. He held you close, resting his cheek on your head. You could have sworn you felt a few tears hitting your shoulder.
But before you could get too comfortable in his embrace, you pushed yourself away and stared at him, bitter, angry, from several feet away. You looked at him like a feral thing, like an alleycat. And the way he watched you was different than it was that day by the bench. It was worried now, like a shadow had crossed over his face.
“I’m sorry-,” he began.
You shook your head and shoved past him. “Don’t talk to me. Ever,” you spat as you walked by, rejoining the stream of people on the sidewalk toward the subway entrance.
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Sua as the two of you left class.
Half a week had passed, and you were eager for more time to distance you from that unpleasant day. You’d received a slew of texts from your blind date, all of which had gone unanswered. They ranged from the typical I’m so sorry texts to more in-depth explanations. Apparently, he’d gotten nervous. Cold feet, he’d said. Nervous for what, you didn't know and you wouldn’t ask. You were meeting at a Burger King for God’s sake. What could he have been that nervous about?
You glanced at her and offered a tight smile. “Mhm. I’m good. Just…uh…gotta get to work later so I’m thinking about that,” you said, over-explaining. Of course, lying just wasn’t for you.
Sua sighed and hooked an arm around your elbow, leaning close to you as the two of you walked down the hallway. You edged away just slightly, and it seemed she noticed as she turned to you with wide eyes. You hated to admit it, but everything with that Nochu guy had made you wary of even Sua. They did know each other after all. Had this been one big setup from the start? Were the two conspiring to hurt you?
You shook your head and patted her hand with a smile. Of course not. Of course that was crazy. But…something about this whole thing had you feeling crazy. “Sorry,” you said quietly. “Just…met up with someone from my past the other day and it didn’t feel so good.”
She raised her brows. “What? You never mentioned anyone like that before…,” she said, her brows lowering. She looked a little hurt.
You swallowed hard. “Ah, well it’s no big deal,” you said, flitting a hand with a choppy laugh. “It’s in the past for a reason.”
She pouted. “You know you can talk to me, right?” she said, eyeing you.
And with those words, your chest constricted a little and a small pang of guilt clenched your stomach. You didn’t want to end up hurting her. She was sweet and she wanted to be close to you. But what could you do if you just weren’t ready for that? How could you tell her you may never be ready?
Instead, you turned to her and offered a smile. “I know.”
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Blind Date: Y/N…
Blind Date: Please respond. Please.
Blind Date: I really really want to explain everything to you.
Blind Date: I know I really hurt you, but I want to explain.
Blind Date: Isn’t that selfish of me?
Blind Date: To hurt you and then ask you to listen to me?
Blind Date: I’m sorry.
Blind Date: I’m selfish.
You sighed as you watched your phone. The coffeeshop was quiet, fewer patrons now that the design students had finished their projects, and you felt safer looking at the onslaught of texts that just wouldn’t stop flooding your phone. You know you can talk to me, right? That’s what Sua said. She had reached out her hand to you.
And you’d pulled back.
You eyed your phone for a long few moments. Wasn’t it time to stop running away because you were scared of being hurt? Wasn’t it time to stop expecting someone to walk all the way across the tightrope to you and start walking to meet them in the middle instead?
Wasn’t it wrong to punish people for something someone else did?
You: Hey…
You: Sorry I haven’t responded. I just needed space I think.
Blind Date: Shit, I know. I’m so sorry.
Blind Date: You know I care about you though, right?
Blind Date: You know I wasn’t trying to hurt you on purpose, right?
You: I mean, we’ve only known each other a few weeks haha.
You: Honestly, I probably overreacted.
You: After everything that happened with that guy I told you about, I think I’m just a little too sensitive. And I took it out on you. And that was wrong.
Blind Date: No, no! Please don’t apologize. Jesus. It’s entirely my fault. All of it.
You: Haha it’s really not. I shouldn’t hold you and him to the same standards when you’re different people. That’s on me.
Blind Date: Can I see you?
You: Huh? So suddenly? I’m working…
Blind Date: The coffeeshop on campus?
You: Yeah…
You: Don’t come right now though!
You: I won’t be able to talk to you anyway.
Blind Date: I’ll wait. When do you get off?
You: Nine…
Blind Date: I’ll see you at nine.
You blushed, staring down at your screen. Since when was he so direct like this? And why did it make your heart race, just a little?
Sua was right. You definitely had a crush…
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You watched the front doors as you began cleaning up the coffeeshop. Closing time was coming soon, and with five minutes until nine you were beginning to feel that festering fear that you’d be stood up again. But as that voice returned to your mind, you were quick to quiet it. You wanted to believe in people again. You couldn’t live your life all alone.
So you swept beneath tables and propped chairs atop them. You cleaned the windows. You hummed a pop song to yourself, trying to keep your mind busy. When you glanced outside, you noticed the spring showers had returned and the rain was falling in bullets from the dark sky. With a sigh, you settled down on one of the recliners by the window, watching cars and buses and people speed by. You wondered which one would come inside despite the sign now reading ‘closed’. You wondered who this person was.
Before you realized it, you were dozing off, struggling to keep your eyes open as you reclined against the comfortable cushions. Your breathing became more rhythmic, deeper in your chest with each inhale, and you snuggled into the back of the recliner with a heavy sigh.
And that’s when you heard it. The distinctive ting of the bell dangling over the front door. Your eyes opened wide and you saw his reflection in the mirror beside you. Tall, dressed in dark clothes, hoodie up over his head and an umbrella in his hand, trailing droplets of rainwater onto the wood floor. You wanted to greet him right away, to get a proper look at him, but with your heart racing the way it was you couldn’t find the courage. It was enough for you just to respond to his texts. And now he was here, corporeal, right behind you.
You shut your eyes tight and feigned sleep.
“Y/N?” he called, and somehow you recognized his voice.
No way.
It couldn’t be…
You kept your eyes shut and curled your knees closer to your chest. Slowly, you heard him mill around the shop before pausing beside your recliner. His footsteps got closer, rounding the side of the chair to stand right in front of you. And, quietly, he laughed. And you were certain now. You knew exactly who he was.
You felt a warm, big hand press against the side of your head, smoothing your hair down, and heard a fond sigh. “Jeez,” he mumbled. You felt him crouch down beside your feet and his arm dropped to rest on the arm of the recliner. He gently rocked the chair back and forth for a moment, humming. “Don’t hate me too much, okay?” he asked in a whisper.
And, without another moment’s hesitation, you opened your eyes and stared right down at him. “Jungkook…?” you asked, scanning his face.
His eyes were round with shock and his whole person was wet. He gazed up at you from where he crouched on the floor and, mouth agape, said nothing. Wordlessly, you reached a hand out and touched his cheek with the pad of your index finger. Soaking wet. You sighed and pushed to your feet. Jungkook stumbled a little to accommodate you as you slipped past him to the counter. You rifled through the cabinets before producing a towel. By then, he’d followed you to the counter and was waiting on the other side. Sighing, you waved a hand, signaling for him to join you behind the register. He jumped and followed your silent command, and suddenly you were staring at his broad chest up close.
You swallowed your nerves and draped the towel atop his head. “Dry off,” you said, hopping up to sit on the counter. The lights in the shop were low, and the music still bumped lowly through the stereo. It might have been romantic, if it was anyone else. “Then we can talk.”
He nodded and fluffed the towel through his hair, obscuring his face from view for a few peaceful seconds. “I…I know I have a lot to explain.”
“Yeah,” you said.
He peeked out from behind the towel with one eye, watching you. “Are you mad?”
“Fuming, actually.”
He nodded and let the towel drop to his shoulders. “I expected that,” he said with a sigh. He came to stand in front of your knees, looking right at you with enough sincerity to knock the breath from your lungs. Just like that first date. “I don’t know where to start.”
“So you know Sua?” you asked, letting your heels bounce against the counter’s cabinets.
“Ah, uh, yeah,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “We’re in the same major, so…”
“And you transferred here?”
“Yeah,” he said, meeting your eyes. “It was…no good out in Busan. I missed home too much.”
You nodded, watching your thighs on the counter. “Figures.”
He chuckled wryly. “You know me too well.”
“Thought I did.”
Carefully, he took a single step forward and you jumped, meeting his eyes like a frightened prey. “I never meant for you to carry all that with you for so long,” he said, brows knit and eyes hazy like he may cry. “I didn’t expect you to be so hurt.”
“That’s stupid,” you said. “You can’t tell someone you were only with them out of pity and expect them not to be hurt.”
“I know, I just…Jesus, I’m just stupid,” he said, raking his fingers through his hair. “Since I was moving away, I didn’t want you to waste your time waiting for me to come back, so I wanted to give you a clean break. Since I knew you wouldn’t wanna break up just because of distance.”
You stiffened. “You…what?”
“I didn’t mean it,” he said. “Any of it.”
You felt like you’d been hit right in the diaphragm, like when you play dodgeball and someone throws a ball at your chest. You sat up straighter and stared at him, watching him carefully. “You lied?”
He nodded. “Yeah,” he said, meeting your eyes seriously. It really looked like he might have cried. “I didn’t think it was fair to keep you from meeting new people and making new connections.”
“Then why didn’t you tell anyone we were dating?” you asked, brow low, scanning him for any signs of insincerity.
His eyes went wide. “I…I told you before, my high school friends…they weren’t so great,” he said, shaking his head. “I meant it when I was texting you about all that. How t’s hard for me to find good people.”
“And you didn’t show up to Burger King last time because…?”
He sniffled. “I meant what I said about that too. I was…really nervous. I was scared you’d be disappointed when you found out it was me.”
You sighed. “Why weren’t you just honest with me from the start?” you asked, all animosity draining from your voice as you saw him wiping his red, swelling eyes. “Back in high school. Why didn’t you just tell me all of it then?”
He sniffed and looked away. “I was scared you’d think less of me if you knew I was so insecure. And I didn’t want you to wait for me in college, not when you could’ve been out making new friends.”
“Well, the opposite happened actually,” you said with a dry laugh. “I got really worried that any friends I made would be doing it out of pity.”
Jungkook stiffened. “You…you did?”
You nodded. “Yeah…”
“Shit,” he breathed out, gripping his forehead with two hands. “I’m so stupid!”
Distantly, the sound of the rain picked up outside. You nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, looking at you once more, startling you with his sincerity. “I messed up so bad. I messed up everything.”
You blinked at him, standing nearly at eye-level, and slowly reached out to wipe beneath his eyes with your fingertips. “Well, you were right about one thing. I wouldn’t have accepted it had you not said what you said.”
He furrowed his brow and leaned into your touch. “I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” you said.
He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Really?”
“Well, yeah,” you said with a shrug. “Now that I know everything, it’s hard to be mad at you for being a jerk when you were really just being an idiot.”
He stared at you, inching forward so he rested just between your knees. “I’m so sorry,” he said again.
“Yeah, I know,” you said, letting out half a chuckle as you let your hands drop to his shoulders, giving them a pat.
“Really,” he said, nodding once as he stared right into your eyes.
“Jungkook, it’s-,”
Before you could finish, he had closed the distance between you, one hand grasping your jaw as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You jumped back, eyes wide, and stared at him in shock. He too looked shocked, like he hadn’t meant to do it at all. He shook his head, eyebrows knit, stuttering out syllables that didn’t add up to anything.
“I-I-you-I mean-,” he sputtered, irises shaking. You noticed no small margin of fear in his eyes, like he was terrified he’d messed things up again.
I didn’t want to make any more mistakes, you know?
The words he’d trusted you with through the screen, his sincere thoughts. He really regretted it a lot, didn’t he? Your expression softened as he continued struggling to find words, and, without even really meaning to, you wrapped your fingers around his neck. He didn’t seem to notice, or he was too spooked to comment on it, but you slowly pulled him closer. Just like that day in high school, just like it was when you’d first entered hopefully into this fateful relationship, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, shutting your eyes. Stunned, he was completely still for a moment before eventually his hands moved to your hips, then slid along your sides, then hooked around your lower back. You hadn’t intended it, but the kiss was getting steamier with each passing moment. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he pulled back to adjust his position before crashing into you again.
As the fever settled down, Jungkook was the first to pull away, but only by a faction so he could speak. “I love you,” he whispered.
You stared wide-eyed at him, only inches away from you, eyes heavy-lidded and forehead resting just barely against yours. “O-Okay,” you said. It was all you could manage.
He chuckled once, still embracing you as he stood between your legs. “That’s it?”
“You expect me to say it back?” you asked.
He smiled, staring down at you. “I guess not.”
“You’re gonna have to give me some time,” you said with a nod.
He nodded too, shutting his eyes as he held you close. Slowly, he moved to rest his forehead against your shoulder, resting against the crook of your neck. “I understand.”
“Like…a lot of time probably.”
“I know.”
You let out a shaky exhale and only then did you realize your hands were shaking. As silly as it seemed, this reunion was pretty jarring to your system. The foundation on which you’d rebuilt your sense of self had broken down beneath your feet, leaving you to stand among the rubble once again. Just like back then. Everything you thought you understood had been proven wrong.
But nonetheless, you smoothed your palms against his back and rubbed gently. Not to comfort him, but to comfort yourself. To let yourself know that, even though it was scary, it was okay to trust people sometimes. Self preservation shouldn’t come at the sacrifice of human connection. And even though you knew the road ahead was going to be long and that trusting Jungkook again would take a long time and a lot of work on his end, you were ready to try.
So, as the two of you left the shop under one umbrella, you drafted a text.
You: Sua, I have SO MUCH to tell you.
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thewhitefluffyhat · 5 years ago
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How do you feel the anime is doing in handling the elements from the game? I think they've made some very meaningful changes to get rid of much of the padding and improve the ot/character beats. In the recent episode they didn't even include Homura and Madoka's search subplot, despite the easy fanservice there.
Oh geez, what a timing-dependent ask!  This was sent right around Episode 8, I believe.
And yes, I’ve been mostly enjoying the anime changes so far, particularly some of the little character details.  Kaede holding up that drawing of Rena, Mitama’s horrifying new food combinations, Iroha having to bail out Felicia when she gets in a fight… there are a lot of moments that are unique to the anime, yet feel so wonderfully true to the characters it seems like they should have been in the game!
(Also much like Doroinu’s Valentine’s event sections, it’s really obvious that he’s more confident in writing the original cast than the f4 team is…)
The changes to the rumors have also been intriguing, and I think generally for the better.  Things like the Breakup Staircase requiring you to write your name on a specific staircase, or how the rumor of the Endless Solitude requires that only one person can enter at a time… it all works towards the rumors feeling more like genuine urban legends.
Still, I did think Kaede and Rena’s arc was unfortunately rushed, and witch fights tend to go by really fast too.  So even though Madoka and Homura are my favorites from the original quintet, I was outright happy to see them removed if it meant better pacing and focus on the important parts of Ch5.
(More detailed discussion of Episodes 9 and 10 below.)
And to some degree, that really did happen!  I’m watching alongside my little brother, who not only hasn’t played the game, but he’s also very skeptical of gacha adaptations.  And both of us loved Sana and Ai in Episode 9.  (He even found it the first episode so far that managed to touch the spark the original anime had!)
I thought it was particularly well done in how it balanced including just enough of Sana’s Magical Girl Story to explain her character, without going overboard and piling on so much suffering it seemed too over-the-top.
That being said, while Sana and Ai were great, Iroha and Sana’s relationship… really took a backseat.  Iroha in general has been frustratingly passive so far, despite the early episodes seeming like the anime might be trying to fix some of that.  But with the little Kyuubey being the one to force Iroha to jump from the tower, and in getting rid of the Ai fight, Iroha now comes across as even more useless and disconnected than in the game.  :/
And… then there’s anime Alina.  Who at this point, consists entirely of meme poses, manic cackling,  and shouting her lines from the game at 2x speed.  I was hoping that Episode 10 would at least have Yachiyo mention her background as a famous artist, and that it would give Alina a bit of a humanizing moment with her relationship with Mifuyu, but… nope.  Instead, she jumped straight over Jojo and landed in Higurashi with those faces.
(Which is kind of an insult to Higurashi, tbh.  Even Meakashi-hen Shion has more of a reason and behind her wild actions than Alina here…  unless you buy the theory that Alina’s doppel doesn’t just drive witches and rumors berserk, that is.)
Quite a disappointment, especially when the OP looks more like Alina from her MGS.
Aside from Alina, Magius as a whole seems more reasonable and morally gray, which is a major improvement from the game.  (Especially if, as Episode 10 kind of implies, Mami joined without being brainwashed!)  I suppose if nonsensical Alina is the price I have to pay for the rest of Magius being sane, it’s still a tradeoff I would make… but oof, what a cost.
And I’m worried about what this means for Alina’s role later in the plot.  Right now, it seems quite possible she’ll be the one who corrupts Touka and Nemu, rather than the other way around.  The way that Alina can control witches with her doppel also seems like foreshadowing for what she does in the game’s Ch10… yet doesn’t solve the problem that she has no relation to the rest of the themes Magireco’s main plot is trying to explore.
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fastidious-and-a-mess · 6 years ago
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Summary/synopsis: after a particularly bad breakup just as college finals have finished, you find yourself getting absolutely shit-faced in a local pub. As is not unusual, some guy, also pretty shit-faced, notices you and the ever predictable, somewhat pitiful, attempt at a hook up proceeds. This time, however, due your current life situations, you decide to just go with it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? You’re never gonna see him again, right? This blonde douche won’t ever come up again, right? Not too much later, you realize that may not have been the safest bet to make.
Author’s note: this is my first fic of real people, and the first I plan on actually finishing, so yeah, don’t have any high expectations. This can be read as Roger Taylor or Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, thigh I wrote it with Ben in mind. So, enjoy. Hopefully
Warnings: language, excessive drinking, implied sex (not explicit)
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“What?! Are you kidding me?!” I scream into the phone. “What the HELL, Peter?! Are you seriously breaking up with me?”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but it just isn’t working out,” I hear his voice through the speaker.
“I thought we were fine. I thought we were better than fine. What happened? What changed?” I couldn’t believe this.
Silence. And then, “I met someone else,” his voice was quiet, soft, almost sounding comforting, had it not been for the words coming out of his mouth.
“W-What?” I was now struggling to hold back tears, and my voice had quieted considerably. “Someone else?!” I was no longer quiet, to say the least.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, I just-“ he began.
“Save it. How long?” I‘m not in the mood for his bullshit excuses. More silence. “How long?!”
“A few months. Y/N, I’m sorry! I just didn’t, couldn’t feel the same way anymore.”
“Wow. Wow, ok. Well then I guess we’re done here, huh?” I can’t muster very much emotion right now, I’m just too broken by this all.
“Y/N, listen, I’m so-“
“Goodbye Peter,” I‘m really not in the mood for more of his bullshit excuses.
“Wait, Y/-“ I hang up before he can even finish my name. God, I love it when he says my name. Did love it. Loved it. Not anymore. I never want to hear his stupid fucking voice ever again.
With my heart broken, mind scattered, eyes full of yet-to-falls tears, and clock reading 11:24 pm, I figure it‘s an acceptable time for a drink. So I grab a jacket and head out to the local small pub.
There really only is one to go to, not a very large town, mostly college kids. So it doesn’t take me very long to reach it, even just walking. By the time I enter the door, it must be around 10 til midnight. I still haven’t shed a single tear. Maybe I’m broken, who knows?
Anyway, I walk through the entrance into the dark pub. It isn’t really a pub, more like a pub/bar/club combination, but everyone just calls it the Pub. Its dark, dank, the neon signs flickering, trying their best to illuminate the darkness. There are few dim overhead lights that did little to help. A bar to left, a stage to back, a staircase leading up a level on the right, nothing too different or unique. It’s smells just like every other bar/pub, like alcohol, people, adrenaline, and exhaustion, with maybe a hint or cigarettes.
I head on over to the bar, sitting at a stool closer to the mostly empty stage and order “just a beer, please. Any beer.” The bartender nods silently and goes off to grab me my drink. Right now, I just need a distraction.
Just as he hands me a generic bottled beer, the small crowd that’s gathered at the front near the stage starts cheering. A glance to my left shows me the few people who were in the back near the entrance migrating toward to stage. A glance to my right shows me the reason is a band has gotten up on stage; a singer, guitarist, bassist, and drummer; the typical collection. One final glance back in front of me decides it isn’t worth my time to watch or listen to them now, not with how I‘m feeling. So I let me head fall down, every now and again tipping it back to drink from my bottle.
I go through a few more bottles, and as I’m still sitting here drinking, the music from up on stage starts creeping into my ears. It’s actually quite pleasant. So I finish off my... fourth? Fifth? My fifth beer, hop down from my stool, and make my through the throngs of people up to the stage. The music is much louder up close, and I can really hear them now. They sound good. Really good. Great even. The singer has the voice of a rock god, and a smooth angel simultaneously; it’s mesmerizing. The bassist is doing his own thing, hopping around on stage to the beat, seemingly lost in his own world. The guitarist is very physically enthusiastic, often interacting with the singer, both of whom are pretty fun to watch. Most interesting, however, is the drummer in the back. Half concealed by shadows, the drummer has his eyes closed as he rolls through the motions he must have practiced a zillion times before, they seem so natural.
The song ends, they start another, but not before the singer declares “thank you all for coming out tonight darlings, we love you!”
As I’m standing there, in front of the stage, surrounded by other drunk people, the dim lights being the only light in my life, I decide oh what the hell? The band plays their last song of the night, and I let lose completely. With my eyes closed, I give up total control of my limbs and let the music puppet me instead. I’ve had enough heaviness for tonight, I’m just going to entirely let go. My hips swing, my arms flail, my feet bounce around, my head sways, and, if only for a moment, I feel weightless. After what feels like an eternity in just a few seconds, the song ends. I come down from euphoric high off the music, and return to my stool at the bar, ordering another beer.
A few minutes later, from behind I hear a “Hey.”
I turn around, and there’s a blond guy standing back to my left. He’s wearing a mostly open white button down very loosely tucked into some dark pants and some borderline work boots that are really more casual with a leather-like jacket on top of everything. I recognize him as the drummer from the band that was playing. “Hi,” I respond.
“I noticed you dancing in the crowd earlier tonight, you’re very pretty, really let loose. I like that,” he sat down next to me. Now at this point, I’m already piss drunk, and in a very confused mood. On the one hand, Peter fucking cheated on me, but other than that, tonight’s actually been pretty fun. So I have a decision to make; this guy obviously wants to get in my pants, do I let him?
“Why thanks you, I’m not usually that like. Or this. Drunk, I mean. Wow, my words aren’t working,” I blurb out. Man, I’m wasted.
He chuckled a little at me, “I’m Roger, the drummer.”
“I know, I saw you. And what I mean to say was, I’m not usually like that. I don’t usually get this wasted, but tonight’s... special,” my words seemed to be working now, and the last one trailed off a bit.
“Oh really? What’s so special?”
I hesitated. It isn’t really any of his business. But I mean, why not? “My boyfriend’s apparently been cheating on my for the past, psshhh, six? Yeah, six months now. He just told me about an hours ago, over the phone. Said he didn’t love me anymore, didn’t know if he ever really did. So I broke up with him. Well I mean, I said the words. He made it obvious he was done with me. So now here I am. Getting absolutely shit-faced, hoping it helps.”
“Has it?”
“Helped?” I look at him for a moment, then turn back in front of me.
“Yeah.”
“It has. The music especially, gave me a nice euphoric high for a few minutes. You’re really good. You, and the band.”
“Thanks, we try. So are you doing anything tonight? For the rest of it, at least.” Ah, there it is. As always, the “so are you down for a hookup?” question they think you never notice. I don’t exactly have anything to lose, so I make another oh what the hell decision.
“If you play your cards right, maybe,” I respond, turning back to him. A smirk tugs at his lips, he knows he’s been successful.
“Well lucky me then, huh?”
“Like I said, if you play your cards right,” I signal for the bartender and order another beer, probably my last. Roger gets one too, and we have a pretty flirty conversation. He covers all the drinks, probably another play to get into my pants, but I don’t mind.
I’ve heard rumors of Roger Taylor, everyone has. Charming, seductive, suggestive, ladies’ man Roger Taylor. I never really thought he’d actually be a pleasant conversationalist, though. I was wrong. We talk for a while, both getting increasingly more wasted until I can hardly form coherent sentences, much less thoughts.
“Hey,” I slur, “you wanna get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” his words are almost as messy as mine. The bar has started spinning at this point. He takes my hand, entwining our fingers as he pulls me off the bar stool. He leads me to the entrance of the building, pulls me outside, and as soon as the door is closed behind me, I’m pinned to it. He has me trapped, not that I mind, and he pushes his lips into mine. He tastes bitter and smoky, like beer and cigarettes, but it’s almost addictive. I can’t get enough.
He moves down to my neck, and I mumble a “I love a few blocks away.” I can feel him smiling into my skin.
“Good.”
Twenty minutes later, the front door is closed behind us and once again I’m pinned. This time though, it doesn’t last as long, as soon I’m pulling him upstairs while taking his jacket off. He smiles into the kisses again, and we’ve soon reached my bedroom. At this point, he’s lost his jacket and shirt, as well as both shoes and a sock and I’ve lost my jacket, both my shoes, and the jeans I was wearing, leaving me in my top, socks, and underwear. The room is spinning even more, trying to have any understandable thoughts is a lost cause, besides maybe more. So that’s what happens, more. The rest is just a blur.
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So that was part 1. Not sure how satisfied I am with the ending but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. You can be expecting a part 2, whether anyone cares or not lol. I enjoyed writing this, it was fun, so if you have any suggestions or ideas or anything, please feel to send them in, I’d love to hear from you! Thanks again.
Part 2
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setepenre-set · 7 years ago
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One Bad Picture In an Unflattering Dress
Megamind/Roxanne
pre-movie AU.
The only thing more exasperating for Roxanne than the ridiculous rumor that she’s pregnant is the fact that everyone is arguing over whether her nonexistent baby’s father is Metro Man or Megamind.
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“Megamind! Megamind—”
“Metro Man—”
“Roxanne—”
“Get out of my face!” Roxanne snapped.
Roxanne, hemmed in with Metro Man and Megamind by the crowd of reporters on the courthouse steps, shoved the nearest camera out of her personal space. This! This was why people hated the media! If these people didn’t back off soon, she was going to explode.
And she wasn’t the only one—Megamind was practically vibrating with tension; he looked as if Wayne’s restraining grip on his arm was the only thing stopping him from trying to strangle someone with the chain of the handcuffs he was wearing. Even Wayne’s heroic composure starting to look a little strained around the edges.
“Metro Man—Metro Man!”
“Please, citizens!” Wayne said. “I’ve got an arrest to complete; step aside and let us get—”
“Roxanne!” Bradley from channel nine gestured to his cameraman to push closer to Roxanne again, “Roxanne can you comment—
“—you shove that camera in my face one more time, Alex,” Roxanne growled to Brad’s cameraman, “and I’m gonna shove it down your throat.”
Alex quailed visibly, but Brad was undeterred, and gestured impatiently for him to bring the camera in again.
“The people have a right to know, Roxy!” Brad said.
“Metro Man!”
“Megamind! Megamind, are you the father?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Megamind’s voice was an octave higher than normal, the whites showing all around his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Get away from me! Get back; you savages!”
“I’m not pregnant!” Roxanne said.
“Metro Man, are the rumors about the identity of the baby’s father straining your relationship with Rox—”
“For god’s sake!” Roxanne said, entirely out of patience with this whole ridiculous situation. “You people! One bad picture in an unflattering dress and suddenly everyone thinks—”
“Metro Man—”
“Roxanne—”
“Megamind—”
“Metro Man, are you going to insist on a paternity test?”
“Are you going to get married before the baby is—”
Wayne jumped, the light of panic suddenly in his eyes.
“It’s not mine!” he said, “I’m not marrying her! I’m not getting married!”
“What?” Megamind sounded outraged.
“I’m not fucking pregnant!” Roxanne said, raising her voice.
“We’re not even dating!” Wayne said, still looking panicked.
“Was Roxanne’s cheating the cause of the breakup?”
“How dare you—” Megamind hissed.
“I don’t cheat on people,” Roxanne snarled at Brad.
“It was an amicable breakup!” Wayne said desperately.
“Amicable—?” Roxanne stared at him.
Oh, come on; Wayne could not be going to pieces on her now! He was a superhero! Where was his spine?!
“Amicable!” Wayne, that absolute jelly of a so-called hero, said, “Mutual agreement! Better off as friends! Better for everyone!”
“No!” Roxanne said, “No; no; no! It—we were never dating in the first damn place, Wayne; don’t say—”
“Metro Man, how do you feel about Roxanne leaving you for Megamind?”
“That’s not what happened!” Megamind said, looking frantic. “That’s not what happened!”
“No hard feelings at all!” Wayne said. “I’m sure they’ll be very happy!”
“What?!” Megamind and Roxanne said in shocked unison.
“Always knew those two crazy kids would get together sooner or later!” Wayne said over top of them.
“Al—wha—” Megamind said.
“We’re not together!” Roxanne said.
Someone shoved a microphone in her face.
“Roxanne, will Megamind be involved in raising your child?”
“I’m not pregnant!”
“I’m not even genetically similar enough to reproduce with humans!” Megamind wailed. “The chromosomes are wrong! It’s physically impossible!”
“ALSO, WE’VE NEVER HAD SEX!”
“Also that!” Megamind said, gesturing wildly at Roxanne with his handcuffed hands. “That! Physically impossible also because of that!”
“Are you sure?” Brad asked. He gestured at Alex to bring the camera in close again.
“Am I sure of what?” Roxanne snapped.
“Genetic manipulation, artificial insemination,” Bradley said smoothly, “besides—”
“Besides what?” Roxanne snapped.
“Well,” Brad said, “Isn’t it true that on regular occasions, you’ve been unconscious and he’s been—”
Megamind jerked in Wayne’s grip as if he’d been struck.
Roxanne went very still, perfectly still.
(camera flashbulbs going off like fireworks around them)
“You really,” she said, voice cold, “do not want to finish that sentence.”
“Oh, come on, Roxy,” Brad said jeeringly, “you can’t really be that naive—all those times he had you knocked out and alone; you really think he never—”
Roxanne punched him.
Her fist connected with his face with a satisfyingly solid sound. Roxanne barely felt the pain burst in her hand as Brad fell heavily onto the courthouse steps. He lay there, clutching his face and making a kind of wet, bubbling noise.
Megamind made a soft sound, and Roxanne glanced over at him and—
His expression went through her like a bolt of lightning; everything around Roxanne, around the two of them, seemed to go silent and still for that moment as if—
“Oh my!” Wayne said loudly, and the world came rushing back in. “What a regrettable accident!”
The crowd surged around them, snapping pictures, filming, shouting out questions, shouting her name.
“She hit me! She hit me!”
“Fuck you!” Roxanne shouted.
Wayne grabbed her arm.
“It sure is crowded on these steps!” he said in his most Metro Man-ly voice as he retreated backwards up the staircase, Roxanne and Megamind firmly in tow. “So crowded!”
“My nose!”
“I hope I fucking broke it!” Roxanne snarled, twisting in Wayne’s grip. “I hope I knocked out your goddamn teeth!”
“—very crowded,” Wayne said. “—so easy to bump into each other. Accidentally. Come on Roxy, I think he’s had enough—”
“Megamind! Megamind, what do you—”
“Roxanne! Roxanne, do you—”
“Metro Man—”
Wayne’s back hit the courthouse doors. The crowd drew in even closer, their voices loud and demanding, cameras flashing, microphones pushing forward. Roxanne stopped fighting against Wayne’s grip and glared at them all.
Megamind made a quiet sound.
Roxanne glanced past Wayne to look at him. Megamind was staring at her, still, with that same expression of—worshipful shock.
“You—you hit him—” he said.
“He shouldn’t have fucking said that about you,” Roxanne fiercely, without thinking.
Megamind made a soft, choked sound. He looked—
—he looked—
“Wow!” Wayne said loudly.
Roxanne jumped, tearing her eyes away from Megamind to look at Wayne.
Who was glancing between her and Megamind with an expression of strangely calculating glee; why was he—
“Wow!” Wayne said again, and changed his grip on Roxanne and Megamind, throwing his arms over both of their shoulders. “This has been a real full day for all of us, folks!”
He tightened his grip on Megamind and Roxanne’s shoulders and playfully shook the two of them.
“You guys,” he said, beaming at the two of them. “Just the best.”
He turned his smile on the crowd.
“Well, I’m sure we’re all happy to hear—” Wayne said loudly, “—I’m sure we’re all happy to hear that my little buddy here will be retiring from villainy to focus on his relationship with Roxanne and his new responsibilities!”
“What—” Roxanne started to say.
“What—” Megamind began.
“So excited!” Wayne said, and clamped his hands over both of their mouths. “Beautiful couple! So happy for them!”
He gave the crowd his most blindingly heroic smile.
And then he dragged Roxanne and Megamind into the courthouse.
“How exactly,” Roxanne said, later, the three of them sitting together in her living room while Minion made pancakes in the kitchen, “is Megamind giving up villainy to focus on our nonexistent child going to work?”
“I didn’t say ‘responsibilities as a father’,” Wayne said, leaning back in her armchair smugly, “I said ‘relationship with Roxanne and new responsibilities’. How do you feel about trying superhero-ing for a change, buddy? That should cover the new responsibilities bit nicely! Don’t you think?”
“…did you fake a relationship between me and Megamind just so you could quit your job?” Roxanne asked.
Wayne rolled his eyes.
“Please, Roxy,” he said, “like I faked anything.”
“I—”
“—but Ro—Miss Ritchi and I,” Megamind said faintly, “we—we aren’t…”
Wayne snorted.
“Yeah, okay, buddy, because she totally didn’t punch that guy to defend your honor,” he said. “And you totally didn’t swoon. Jeez, you two; I swear.”
Megamind choked and went a color that was nearer to fuchsia than blue and became suddenly and extremely interested in the top of the coffee table.
“—Wayne,” Roxanne said, her eyes fixed on Megamind, watching the blush spread over the top of his head.
“Roxy?”
“Go help Minion with the pancakes.”
Wayne gave her a particularly smug grin.
“Yeah, okay, Roxy,” he said.
He was even more insufferably smug when, ten minutes later, he and Minion came into the living room with the pancakes and interrupted Roxanne and Megamind in a kiss.
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Your roommate's art piece is being featured at your ex-boyfriend's event. They usually don't show up to these things, but with your kind of luck all that's left to do is pray and drink.
Pairing: Reader X (Ex)Tony Stark Warnings: A little bit of language Notes: This fic was based off a quote which I’ll put at the bottom so I don’t give anything away. Enjoy!
You knew he was going to be there. He never went to these type of events, but you could just feel that he was going to show up to this one. After all, it was his private art gala exhibition thingy, you weren't quite sure of the name, but he was going be there. And you had to go. Your roommate's piece was going to be featured in the exhibit, and you were her plus one. Of course, that was before you knew it was a Stark event.
You sat nervously in your apartment waiting for your roommate, Anna, to finish getting ready. When she finally finished up, you stood up in your long black gown, that was a little too tight for your taste, but Anna insisted that you wear it for the occasion. Your hair was neatly done up in curls, and you had tried just a little bit harder than usual on your makeup. You followed Anna to the full-length mirror and gave yourself one last look over before sighing.
"(Y/n), you look amazing don't sweat this. Plus he's never at these events anyways. He always sends some Stark representative."
"I know I know I'm sorry. This is your night, and I shouldn't be so freaked out about seeing him."
"Hey your right, this is my night. So let's get to the Met, drink as much free alcohol as we can, and then go out and party!" Anna gently took you by the wrist and escorted you out of the apartment. You hailed a taxi, and within minutes you were pulling up to the Met.
You took one last breath before Anna stepped out of the car and you soon followed. With your black clutch in one hand and your phone in the other, you proudly walked up the steps, until you were met with a thousand flashing lights.
With being so focused on seeing Tony you had forgotten all about the paparazzi. The press would eat this up "(Y/n) (L/n), ex of Tony Stark attends past boyfriends party. "
In these moments you wished you were just one of the many flings. But to date you were the longest standing of Tony's girlfriends, thus making you famous in those regards. You remembered seeing the old newspapers and magazines. There would always be pictures of you and Tony plastered everywhere. Then there were the rumors of the breakup and then the storm to follow.
It only took you a moment to gather yourself before you continued up the steps to where Anna was patiently waiting. She stood at the top while giving you a sad smile.
"You are such a trooper; I'm sorry I completely forgot that paparazzi was a thing I-"
"No no, it's fine. It slipped my mind too. But look, no harm no foul. Now let's go enjoy your night." Anna's face lit up as she quickly walked through the doors. All though this was a private event it had seemed like all of Manhattan had turned up for the night. You did a quick scan of the room. No sign of Tony yet. You continued onward slowly trailing behind Anna. You went from room to room until you finally arrived at her piece. You recorded the moment on your phone, wanting her always to be able to rewatch this event for the rest of her life.
"Oh, my gosh (y/n). That's-That's my painting. On the wall. In the Met. I never thought I'd get this far. I mean I always hoped but." You walked up to her and gave her side hug.
"You deserve this Anna, you do. You have worked so hard, and your pieces are amazing. Congratulations." She turned to you and beamed with happiness before giving you a full on hug. After a second she released you and turned back to her piece.
"Alright. Enough drooling over my piece, it's not moving anytime soon. Let's go get some drinks."
Anna opted for some featured cocktail for the event while you stuck with a glass of red wine. You slowly worked on the drink while you and Anna made your rounds around the rooms. You and Anna ran into some old friends from college and chatted for a bit before Anna went off with them to show them her piece. You decided to stay behind and look at some of the other artwork until they returned.
It had been about five minutes, and you had made your way into the next room. You were stuck on one work of art and honestly couldn't figure it out. As you took a sip from your glass, you heard a voice only feet away that caused you to almost choke on your wine.
"I'm surprised to see you here." Keeping your eyes locked on the painting, you took a moment to catch your breath before responding.
"I could say the same thing. Last time I checked, Tony Stark never showed up to these type of events." You now turned your head meeting Tony's gaze. He looked the same as the day you had met him.
"Meh, I thought I'd switch it up a little. See what my money actually goes towards." You took another sip of wine, casually looking over Tony's shoulder to see if Anna was anywhere nearby, but apparently, you weren't casual enough.
"Can't even last a minute talking to me? I mean I know I can be a bit of an ass sometimes, but I can't be that bad?"
"Look Tony honestly no offense to you, but I really didn't want to run into you tonight, or any night really."
"Ouch, harsh. Considering you're the one that broke up with me, I should be the one not wanting to see you, not the other way around. I didn't realize how much you hated me." At this point Tony flagged down a server carrying around glasses of wine, gently taking your now empty cup from your hand and replacing it. Your hand's barely brushed against each other as he handed you the new glass. You brought your hand back eagerly, not wanting to prolong any contact. At this point, you knew you were stuck with Tony for a bit, and Anna wasn't going to be able to intervene. Tony would just introduce her to some hot shot artist to keep her distracted.
You slowly began to walk past the paintings, with Tony at your side.
"Tony you know I don't hate you right? We talked about this the day I left. I just don't think I can handle seeing you and conversing with you yet."
"Okay, fair point but aren't you conversing with me right now?" You made your way into an almost empty room and stopped in the center. You took a step closer and lowered your voice.
"Yes, and to be honest, it's tearing me apart right now." You nervously took another sip of wine. Tony looked around the room before turning his face back towards you.
"I'm sorry. If I had known that's how you felt, I would have never shown up tonight. But when Friday told me your name had popped up on the guest list, I just- I just felt like I had to be here. I had to see you. I knew that-"
"Tony stop. Please." You looked around nervously at the small groups of people. Their attention seemed to be focused on the art, but you couldn't help but be paranoid that they were ease dropping. It only took Tony a second to notice your discomfort. He gently reached out for your hand which you swiftly drew back. "(Y/n) please just trust me." Fighting every bone in your body, you slowly extended your hand out for Tony to take. He grasped it carefully and led you through some empty rooms before heading past some security guards and up a staircase. You continued into the European Paintings And Sculpture room before Tony let go of your hand. You had always loved the Met. In fact, Tony had gotten you both in at night once, so it was no crowds, no noise, just the two of you. You paced a little around the room before facing Tony.
"We can't keep doing this Tony."
"I agree."
"Then why show up here, if you knew I was going to come?"
"Because I think us breaking up is one of the worse things to ever happen to me." You brought your hands through your hair in stress.
"Really Tony? Really?" You couldn't help but laugh in frustration. "We broke up for a reason. We both wanted different things, we both needed different things. In the end, it was just fighting. We would just shift the blame from one person to the other. That wasn't the relationship I wanted to be in; It's still not the type of relationship I want to be in!"
"I know I feel the same way!" Tony took a few steps closer, causing you to take steps back, wanting to keep distance between the too of you.
"Then what Tony? What makes you think us getting back together will make this relationship any different from the last?"
"Because in this time apart I realized you were my everything. You never stopped being everything to me. Everyday nonstop my thoughts are filled with you. And in the past few months, I've realized I'm not half the man I am without you by my side. I am willing to make sacrifices, and I'll be happy to make these sacrifices so long as I'm with you." This time when Tony took a step forward, you did not fall back. You let him continue until you were only inches away.
"I do always think about you. I'm always wondering how you're doing. If you moved on. If you are happy. It's honestly getting a little distracting, even Cap agrees." Tony softly chuckled to himself. You stayed silent as your body begin to tremble. Tony cautiously lifted his hand up and gently placed in on your cheek. You could feel your heart pounding, and your lips began to tingle. You were going to kiss him, and you were going to regret it. But at that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
In seconds your lips pressed against Tonys, sending sparks through your body. Heat filled your chest, as Tony quickly took you in an embrace. When you finally withdrew from each other, you brought your heads together, lightly touching foreheads. You stole a second to catch your breath before whispering out loud,
"Shit."
Quote:  I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.—Michelle Hodkin
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